boyutpedia Chapter 287 This man can always lead me into a trap with just a few words
Chapter 287 This man can always lead me into a trap with just a few words
Qiao Jingyu gently combed her slightly messy hair with her hands, then reached out, grasped the door handle, and slowly opened the door.
Duan Yuchen, who was standing outside the door, asked with a questioning look on his face, "Can I come in and sit for a while?"
Qiao Jingyu nodded slightly and said, "Come in." After Duan Yuchen stepped into the room, Qiao Jingyu closed the door. Then, she said to Duan Yuchen, "Go sit in the living room first. I'll go get you a glass of water."
Duan Yuchen responded with a "OK" and walked towards the living room. Qiao Jingyu turned around and walked quickly into the kitchen, took out a clean glass from the cupboard, filled it with a glass of clear boiled water, and walked carefully towards the living room with the glass.
After entering the living room, Qiao Jingyu gently placed the cup on the coffee table in front of Duan Yuchen, and then slowly sat down not far from him. Qiao Jingyu seemed a little reserved at the moment, she lowered her head slightly, her eyes fell on the small and delicate buttons on her pajamas, and her slender fingers began to fiddle with these buttons unconsciously.
Time passed by, but Duan Yuchen remained silent. Qiao Jingyu couldn't help but wonder, has he not figured out how to explain to her? So, unable to suppress her curiosity, she finally raised her head and turned her gaze to Duan Yuchen beside her. Upon seeing this, she found that Duan Yuchen was frowning slightly, with a cigarette tightly bitten in the corner of his mouth, and holding a silver lighter in his right hand, but for some reason he didn't light the cigarette.
The lines of his face were like those carefully carved by a master sculptor, deep and three-dimensional, as if every ups and downs just showed the unique charm of men. The spotlessly clean white shirt fit his body perfectly, without even a tiny wrinkle. The three buttons at the collar were casually unbuttoned, and the slightly open collar revealed a touch of skin, exuding a unique temperament of laziness and casualness.
His long legs were comfortably placed in the narrow gap between the sofa and the coffee table, but because they were a bit long, the already limited space seemed even more cramped and crowded.
At this moment, perhaps because he was keenly aware of Qiao Jingyu's gaze that was looking him up and down, he slowly turned his head and looked directly in the direction of Qiao Jingyu, and opened his thin lips slightly: "Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?"
For some reason, when she heard Duan Yuchen say this in such a slightly questioning tone, Qiao Jingyu suddenly felt a surge of anger in her heart. First, he asked carefully if he could come in and sit for a while when he entered the door, and then asked if he could smoke now. Since he was so polite and gentlemanly, why did he disregard her feelings and do those embarrassing things in the club just now?
A long time had passed since she entered the room, and during this time, Qiao Jingyu had been silently waiting for him to explain to her what had happened before. However, what annoyed her was that he remained silent, as if he had completely forgotten about it. What did he mean? Did he really think that he could pretend that nothing had happened by remaining silent?
The more Qiao Jingyu thought about it, the angrier she became. Her chest felt like it was clogged with cotton. Finally, she could no longer suppress her anger, and her words came out with obvious emotional fluctuations: "Whatever you want! Do whatever you want!"
Duan Yuchen was slightly startled, his eyes were a little confused at first, but after just a few seconds, he seemed to come to his senses and slowly took the cigarette that was about to burn out from his mouth. Then, he carefully put the cigarette into the cigarette box and prepared to stand up, intending to put the small and exquisite lighter on the coffee table in front of him.
At this moment, Qiao Jingyu, who had been watching him silently, suddenly shouted, "Be careful!" Her voice was crisp and urgent, and her face was full of concern. It turned out that there was a cup of steaming water on the coffee table. If Duan Yuchen accidentally touched it, he would definitely be scalded.
Hearing Qiao Jingyu's reminder, Duan Yuchen's movements paused for a moment. Then, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, forming an imperceptible arc. He stretched out his other hand and accurately grasped Qiao Jingyu's hand that was stretched out to support his arm, and asked softly: "You are so nervous, are you concerned about me?"
Qiao Jingyu obviously didn't expect this to happen. When she realized that her hand was tightly held by Duan Yuchen, she blushed. She hurriedly tried to pull her hand back, but Duan Yuchen was so strong that she couldn't get away no matter how hard she struggled. In desperation, she could only say coquettishly, "Let go!"
But Duan Yuchen pretended not to hear it. Instead, he said in a tone that left no room for doubt: "Come and sit next to me." Although his tone sounded very calm, it contained a hint of irresistible firmness.
Qiao Jingyu tugged at her hands twice more, but it was still useless. Finally, she could only glare at Duan Yuchen angrily, and then reluctantly moved to sit next to Duan Yuchen.
Seeing Qiao Jingyu obediently sitting next to him, Duan Yuchen nodded with satisfaction. Then, he casually threw the cigarette box and lighter in his hand on the coffee table, turned around, faced Qiao Jingyu, and asked softly, "Are you still angry with me?"
Upon hearing this, Qiao Jingyu turned her head away in a huff, refusing to even look at him. She also kept her lips tightly shut and said nothing.
Duan Yuchen smiled slightly when he saw this, and gently pinched Qiao Jingyu's soft little hand, and continued to explain: "It was indeed I who was too impulsive at the club just now, I just..."
Qiao Jingyu didn't hear what happened next, and couldn't help but turn around and ask, "You are just what?"
Duan Yuchen pursed his lips lightly, with a trace of uneasiness and worry between his brows, as if he was thinking about how to explain. After a few seconds, he asked, "Are you familiar with Zhou Ruifeng?"
"I've met him a few times, but we're not familiar with each other."
Duan Yuchen asked again, "If you don't know him well, why did you eat with him? And why did you tell him your cell phone number?"
"That day I went to the set to talk to Director Zhang about cooperation, and I happened to run into Zhou Ruifeng there. He had played basketball at our school before, but I didn't recognize him on the set. He had been talking to Director Zhang about the blueprints. When he saw that I was busy, he said he would treat me to a meal, and then he went to film. Just after I finished talking to Director Zhang, I received a call from Special Assistant Feng, saying that you have to have dinner with me. It was the day you gave me the necklace. I looked around the set but didn't see Zhou Ruifeng. I felt it was a bit impolite to leave like that, so I gave the phone number to the staff on the set and passed it to Zhou Ruifeng. That's what happened."
Duan Yuchen nodded, seeming satisfied with Qiao Jingyu's explanation.
Qiao Jingyu looked at Duan Yuchen's satisfied expression and came to her senses. Something was not right. It was clearly Duan Yuchen who made her angry, so why should she explain to him now?
This man always manages to get himself into trouble with just a few words.