Prosperity for the rest of your life

Chapter 1197 What qualifications do you have!
"Brother Che, are you there? I brought you soup."

Yang Qing asked, but didn't get an answer from inside, so she gently opened the door.

The choking smell of alcohol came over her face, Yang Qing frowned, raised her legs and walked in.

On the balcony, Feng Chenche was standing under the starry sky in the middle of the night, holding a bottle of white wine and sending it to his own mouth in a goblet, the broken pieces of the bottle were scattered at his feet.

"Brother Che, it's late now, stop drinking and drink some soup." Yang Qing approached and said softly.

Feng Chenche didn't even give Yang Qing the corner of his eye, he was all focused on the wine.

Yang Qing remembered Xia Zhi's words, summoned up the courage to approach Feng Chenche, stretched her fingers towards the wine in Feng Chenche's hand, and wanted to take it away.

Feng Chenche's eyes were dazed for a moment, and he held Yang Qing's hand and whispered, "Qianxi."

Yang Qing's hand froze in mid-air, in front of Feng Chen Che, the name he called her just now echoed in her ears.

Brother Qianxi Che regarded her as Shi Qianxi.

An unspeakable pain and hatred rose in Yang Qing's heart.

And when Feng Chenche glanced at the person in front of him, he shook off Yang Qing's hand, with disgust and indifference in his eyes: "Who allowed you to enter my room!"

The sudden change, from the low voice and urgency just now to the current indifference and ruthlessness, just because he saw clearly that the woman in front of him was not Shi Qianxi, Yang Qing's heart was bitter and sad.

She looked at Feng Chenche, her voice was still soft, "Brother Che, I'll bring you some soup, you can drink some, don't drink anymore. Give me the bottle, I'll put it away." Yang Qing said, pointing her finger He reached out to the wine in Feng Chenche's hand again.

Feng Chenche held the wine bottle to avoid Yang Qing's movements, his eyes were cold, and his voice had no warmth, "You dare to reach out for what is in my hand! Do you think you are really my Feng Chenche's wife? Want to be my wife, are you qualified!"

"Brother Che, can you stop being cruel, you know I like you. Can you be a little gentler to me, no, not gentle, just look at me a little more, okay?"

Yang Qing looked at Feng Chenche's eyes filled with mist, hazy and pitiful.

Feng Chenche's face was without warmth, and he uttered a word ruthlessly: "Get lost!"

Yang Qing's body trembled, and she bit her lips while looking at the indifferent man like an iceberg, and her voice was hoarse: "Brother Che, let's get married. The child Shi Qianxi didn't want to have, she took away your child, but I Yes! Brother Che, I am willing to give birth to your child! Brother Che, Shi Qianxi took away the child ruthlessly, which proves that you are not worth much in her heart. Brother Che, shall we get married? I will definitely make one The most qualified wife and mother!"

Yang Qing approached Feng Chenche as she spoke, holding the health-preserving soup in one hand, her cheek slowly approached Feng Chenche's side face, her heart pounding.

Before her lips fell on Feng Chenche's side face, Feng Chenche grabbed Yang Qing's chin, the violence and coldness in his eyes reached the extreme, and his voice was as cold as hell, "You What I just said is enough to make me strangle you to death!!"

The strength in Feng Chenche's hands increased mercilessly, he looked at Yang Qing's pale face, and sneered, "The grievances between me and her, what right do you, an insignificant passer-by, have to talk about! What right do you have to give birth to my child!"

"We are a fiancé couple with a marriage contract! Brother Che! We are going to get married in the future!" Yang Qing's eyes were full of mist, she bit her lip and looked at Feng Chen Che, who was dressed in delicate clothes.

The corners of Feng Chenche's mouth curled up in a cool arc, and his brows looked at Yang Qing with a frosty look, "Whoever agrees to this marriage will marry you!"

(End of this chapter)