"Isn't Secretary Ling going to give me my things back?"

Zhan Qianyan raised his eyebrows slightly and leaned against the car door.

Ling Qi blinked, and then remembered the necklace he had worn around his neck before entering the banquet hall.

Slightly embarrassed, he raised his hand to take off the necklace.

But the clasp of the necklace didn't seem to be the same as she remembered, and she couldn't untie it for a long time.

"I'll do it."

The warm voice slowly spread out in the night, making Ling Qi feel his heart tremble slightly, and subconsciously remembered when he wore a necklace for himself at the door of the banquet hall.

As if she was going to hug her, the overly close distance made her heart start to beat a little strangely.

"Hmm."

I wanted to refuse, but I really couldn't do anything about it.

Ling Qi lowered his eyelashes and lowered his head in response, bowing his head slightly and waiting for him to come over.

In the air, there seemed to be a very soft laugh that dispersed, and when I listened closely, there was nothing.

Just as she was ready to let the man approach her, she felt him go around behind her, and raised his hand to gently pull away the long hair that covered the back of her neck.

A hint of blush appeared on his cheeks, and Ling Qi secretly spat on himself.

She didn't expect to turn her back and let him take the necklace from behind, as if she was expecting him to carry her.

When the warm fingers are taking the necklace, they occasionally touch the back of the neck, which itches and stirs up a layer of fine chicken skin.

Inexplicably a little nervous, even breathing became cautious.

When Ling Qi felt that he was about to suffocate, he finally felt something leave his neck.

When I turned around, I saw the man holding the thin chain between his slender fingers.

He took out a small jewelry box from his pocket and put the necklace into it with a gentle motion.

Illuminated by the not-so-bright street lamps behind him.

She saw that there was overflowing tenderness in her cold and gloomy eyes.

Looking at the necklace is like looking at a lover hidden deep in the heart.

"Is this chain hers?"

Before she could react, the question had already blurted out.

"Hmm."

Answered lightly.

On that handsome face, the rare tenderness also melted like rain and snow, and turned back to its usual indifference.

Suddenly there was an indescribable feeling in my heart.

Ling Qi couldn't help but ask again, "Why do you want to wear such an important necklace to you?" ”

After a pause, he added, "Is it because I look alike her?" ”

Zhan Qianyan put the jewelry box containing the necklace back into his pocket, raised his eyes to look at her, and smiled slowly.

The eyes that looked at her were very clear and cold.

"You're not her."

Four words, breaking all the strange emotions in her heart because of the look of others looking at her today.

She is not her, he said.

Truly loving someone, no matter how much you resemble her, as long as it's not her, you're never going to be a substitute.

Those who are looking for a substitute only love themselves, just the love they believe in their hearts.

Watching him get into the car without hesitation and drive away, Ling Qi slowly clenched his fists.

Raising his hand to cover the position of his heart, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Everyone misunderstood Zhan Qianyan's love, and even that person may have misunderstood.

Such a man, such a love, can there really be one?

——

Zhan Qianyan looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the light red figure under the street lamp was still standing, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked.

If you want to keep her, you have to carve a mark on her heart.

Lo and behold, what he's done is already paying off.

He's long and will be back soon.