The left bank is profound, the right bank is clear

Chapter 10 You are mine (4)

"Ok?"

After waiting for a while, seeing that the woman in front of him still had no answer, he made a voice impatiently. Although it was a rhetorical question, his strong tone was full of irresistible majesty.

Wen Qiyang's cold fingertips brushed her slender jaw, and his thumb pressed against it, so that he could see a subtle change in her more clearly.

If she dared to say 'yes', he would make this man disappear from T City immediately.

He, Wen Qiyang, has always been invincible, especially what he likes, even if he doesn't want it in the future, in this life, no one is allowed to get involved.

Qu Qingge bit his lips, turned his head to meet his terrifying deep black eyes, and replied lightly:
"I do not have!"

Her face was always calm, showing no emotion at all, she lowered her eyes, not even daring to look at Zhao Yang's sad expression.

Wen Qiyang was still ruthless, but the hostility in his eyes slowly dissipated, the corners of his mouth twitched stiffly, he wanted to laugh, but pretended to be indifferent, he shrugged, grabbed Singer Qu Qing, and walked towards his car, every step With ease and joy, even the voice became a little soft: "Let's go to eat—"

"Wen Qiyang—wait a minute—"

Qu Qingge originally wanted to shake off his hand, but she was afraid that this action would rekindle his anger, so she sighed and let out a soft cry.

Although she is indifferent, she will not overestimate her strength and hit a stone with an egg. Although she doesn't know what kind of background this man has, her keen intuition tells her that this man is something she doesn't want to provoke, and she can't afford to provoke.

"He's my friend." Qu Qingge softened his tone, as if compromising.

After Wen Qiyang heard this sentence, he stopped immediately, turned around and stared at her for a while, then stretched out his hand to gently brush her soft long hair, pierced it with his fingertips, longing for the warmth in the hair, his handsome face Slowly approaching her, sniffing her fragrance deeply.

"You are mine." He leaned against her ear, pouring out ambiguously, feeling the girl in front of him tremble slightly, and he stared at her with satisfaction, with evil smiles in the corners of his eyes.

His slender fingertips slid across her side face, drawing a graceful arc, and the corner of his slightly raised mouth made a seductive voice: "You know? You are mine."

Qu Qingge stiffened instantly, and the warm breath quickly penetrated through the enlarged pores, directly hitting the heart, transforming into severe winter snow, cold to the bone marrow.

"I am my own." She almost gritted her teeth and said these words.It seems to be telling him, and also telling himself.

Wen Qiyang was silent, staring at her with bated breath, his cold black pupils were devoid of any emotion, and seemed to be probing.

It's only been more than ten days, from meeting her that night, kissing her, even wanting her, to being blocked by her unintentionally at Yuhao College a few days ago, and then deliberately rejecting him, and seeing her with my own eyes today Another man fought and bled for her, the worry and anxiety hidden in her eyes...

His heart skipped a beat, a piece of it was empty.Unknowingly, a little sunlight came in, mixed with wind, frost, rain and snow, like burning in the hot summer, or freezing in the cold winter.

In short, the blank area gradually expanded, and was gradually filled up by an inexplicable emotion.

His eyes gradually gained focus, and her figure was clearly seen in the black pupils.

It's sunny!
The sun disperses the dark clouds and shines directly on the earth.

His and her shadows reflected on the wet ground, cold.

After a while, Wen Qiyang let go of her shoulders, and pointed to Zhao Yang behind him:
"He, I'll take him away first."

“…………….”

"You can come to me."

"…………"

"Also! You can only be mine!"

Wen Qi raised his hand, and the bodyguard behind him immediately received the order, nodded respectfully, and walked into another Mercedes-Benz with Zhao Yang's arms.

And Wen Qiyang got into his black sports car, stepped on the accelerator heavily, and sped away, but his eyes were always fixed on the rearview mirror.

Because there is a girl reflected there, standing quietly in the same place, the wind blows away her long hair, slowly turning into a point.

Wen Qiyang smiled unconsciously.

She was the first woman who dared to look him in the eye.

She is the first woman who resists him but can get along with him naturally.

Therefore, she can only be his!

(End of this chapter)