Before parting ways with Fu Lei, the two exchanged WeChat and phone numbers and waved goodbye.
Lu Tao hurried to the supermarket to buy a bottle of Sprite and returned home. Because he was worried that Zhou Yihong and He Ying had not finished their discussion, he hid his key. Then he knocked on the door gently and shouted inside, "Commissar He, I forgot to bring my key. Please open the door."
The door opened quickly. He Ying stood at the door and looked at him, then turned and went into the kitchen without saying a word. Lu Tao changed into his slippers and went in. Seeing Zhou Yihong sitting on the sofa, he guessed that they had finished talking and wouldn't quarrel anymore. He smiled and invited Zhou Yihong to sit at the table.
When all the dishes were on the table, Zhou Yihong picked up his chopsticks and tasted every dish. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up. "Little Tao, your cooking is amazing. I've been in Songshan for three months, and I've never tasted anything as good as this. It really whetted my appetite!"
Lu Tao smiled and said a few modest words. He then raised his glass and suggested, "Uncle Huang, Political Commissar He, let's have a drink first! Since both of you think my dishes are good, then you should eat more. The more you eat, the happier I'll be. Hahaha! "
Zhou Yihong hurriedly picked up his glass and looked at He Ying. Seeing that she finally picked up her glass after hesitating for a moment, a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He raised his neck and drank half of the red wine in the glass in one gulp. Lu Tao and He Ying also drank the wine in their glasses.
Next, Zhou Yihong began to chat with Lu Tao about some unimportant topics. He Ying, on the other hand, seemed to be a little dull and rarely took the initiative to talk. Sometimes, Zhou Yihong deliberately found some topics to talk to her about, but she also liked to ignore him. The two people simply couldn't talk together.
Lu Tao observed Zhou Yihong's expression and was even more certain of his judgment. He Ying now had a deep prejudice against Zhou Yihong, and it might even be a kind of resentment. It was because of this prejudice or resentment that He Ying wanted to keep a distance from Zhou Yihong. She didn't even want to see him anymore. Zhou Yihong, on the other hand, seemed to have done something wrong to her. He had been trying to win her heart and mend their relationship, but it seemed that his efforts weren't working very well.
Although the food Lu Tao cooked was delicious and the wine He Ying brought was good, He Ying was in a bad mood, so the meal was a little dull. After finishing the two bottles of wine, He Ying put down her bowl and chopsticks and said that she was full.
Lu Tao saw that she seemed to want to leave immediately, so he suggested, "Political Commissar He, you don't have anything to do tonight, right? How about —"
He originally wanted to ask He Ying to stay and have a cup of tea with him before going home. However, before he could say anything, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left thigh. He quickly shut his mouth. It turned out that He Ying had pinched his left thigh with her right hand before he could say anything, warning him not to come up with any bad ideas!
He Ying used a lot of strength to pinch his thigh. Lu Tao grimaced in pain, but he didn't dare to cry out in pain. He noticed that He Ying's hand was still on the edge of his thigh. Obviously, she was ready to continue warning him, so he reached his left hand under the table and grabbed He Ying's soft, warm, and boneless hand. He wanted to stop her from continuing to "violate" him.
However, when their palms touched, Lu Tao, who had already been intimate with the goddess He Ying many times in his dreams, felt as if he had been struck by a scorching electric current. He only felt numb all over, as if he was intoxicated. He actually couldn't bear to push her slender hand away.
He Ying didn't expect that Lu Tao would hold her hand and not let go. Her face suddenly turned red. She secretly struggled a few times, but felt that her hand was clamped by an iron clamp. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull her hand back. She wanted to scold Lu Tao, but she was worried that Zhou Yihong would notice it. She could only struggle again in vain. Then she gave up resisting and let Lu Tao hold her hand. However, her face was getting redder and redder. From time to time, she looked at Zhou Yihong with a little panic in her eyes. She was afraid that he would see the scene under the table. Fortunately, Zhou Yihong happened to be engrossed in eating at this time. Moreover, the table was covered with a red tablecloth, so he didn't notice Lu Tao and He Ying's little movements.
Just now, Lu Tao had boldly grabbed He Ying's hand in a state of confusion and impulse. Even he himself was shocked and scared. He Ying's lover was sitting in front of him, and this person was also the authoritative Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee. How could he do such a bold thing in front of him?
Therefore, when He Ying's hand struggled a few times, he was originally prepared to let go, but he never expected that after He Ying struggled a few more times, she would suddenly give up resisting. Besides causing him to be surprised, he also slightly doubted whether he was dreaming …
The two of them held hands like this for a few minutes. Lu Tao saw that Zhou Yihong had finished eating and was about to wipe his mouth with a tissue at the corner of the table. He was afraid that Zhou Yihong would discover the secret under the table, so he reluctantly let go of He Ying's hand. Then he stood up and helped Zhou Yihong get two tissues.
At this time, He Ying stood up a little lazily. Her face was still red, and she looked at Lu Tao with a pair of watery eyes. She said, "Little Lu, I'm going to watch TV. Thank you for the delicious dinner."
Lu Tao rarely saw her in this lazy and shy state. His heart couldn't help but flutter. He subconsciously tried to persuade her to stay. "Commissar He, it's still early. Why don't you have a cup of tea at my house and chat before you go?"
He Ying shook her head. "I don't like tea. You guys chat. I'll go first."
Seeing that she was determined to leave, Zhou Yihong showed a reluctant expression on his face. He whispered, "Little Ying, can you stay and have a cup of tea before you go? It's not easy for me to come here, and you won't go to Songshan to see me. After this farewell, I don't know when we'll meet again. "
At this point, his voice suddenly choked up a little, and he looked at He Ying with reddened eyes, his gaze full of pleading.
He Ying lowered her head and thought for a moment. Then she shook her head firmly. "I'm sorry. I'll say it again. From today onwards, let's not meet again. I don't want to listen to your repetitive explanations."
Then she pulled Lu Tao's hand and said in a commanding tone, "Send me out. I have something to say to you."
Lu Tao glanced at the despairing Zhou Yihong. Seeing that He Ying was determined, he could only ask Zhou Yihong to sit for a while. Then he sent He Ying out.
He Ying asked Lu Tao to close the door first. Then she suddenly reached out and twisted one of his ears. She clenched her teeth and said in a low voice, "You daring little pervert. Why did you not let go of my hand just now? Tell me the truth. Do you often use this method to seduce women? "
Lu Tao felt a piercing pain in his right ear. He couldn't help but let out an "ouch". He tilted his head and grimaced in pain as he tried to defend himself. "Oh my god, you pinched my leg first. I grabbed your hand in self-defense. How can you accuse me?"
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