The left bank is profound, the right bank is clear

Chapter 112 Wen Qiyang's Civilian Dating (1)

A few days later, Mother Qu finally boarded Wen Qiyang's special plane to RB.Although it was only cured after surgery, apart from Wen Qiyang's royal doctor Xiao Lei and personal assistant Jin Xin, there were also several top doctors in T city and bodyguards of Emgrand.

And Wen Qiyang promised her that as long as Qu Qingge is willing, he can take his special plane to see his mother at any time, which is as convenient as going from school to the dormitory.

The sun was shining brightly, the sky was high and the clouds were light.

Qu Qingge walked through the school's green path and came to the square.

On the lawn in the distance, a few students gathered scatteredly, looking at the lawn, discussing something excitedly, seeing excitement and fascination on their faces, but no one walked over, they just surrounded the lawn.

Qu Qingge looked from afar, and saw the familiar but indifferent and alienated white figure sitting curled up on the green grass, with the driver's black coat under him.The man raised his head and looked at the sky seriously.

Qu Qingge walked over slowly and stood behind him, not wanting to disturb him.But the man who was intoxicated in his own world still felt the breath behind him and turned his head leisurely.

"Come and sit—" Yan Jinhan looked up at her, there was no displeasure on the somewhat transparent cherry blossom-like handsome face, it was just faint, then he turned his head and continued to look at the sky.

Qu Qingge sat beside him, keeping a distance of more than one meter, resting his chin on his hand, quietly looked at him, and then looked at the sky.

"What are you looking at so engrossed?" Qu Qingge asked after a moment of silence.

"Kite--"

"—"

"Kites fly high, don't they?"

"Well, it seems that none of us can grasp its whereabouts."

"I'd rather be a kite. No matter how high or far it flies, my heart will always be attached to this end. I don't want to be that low floating cloud. Although it is very close, my heart is still floating." Yan Yan Jinhan's eyes were quiet, and the light blue sky imprinted in his pupils seemed to have emerald green ripples.

Yan Jinhan turned his head to look at her, the blue light dimmed for a moment, this girl seemed to have a magical power that could always pull his restless heart, it seemed that she was very close to him, yet far away.

He seemed to see warmth—but, she didn’t—

Qu Qingge smiled at him like a budding flower in spring, her long hair fluttered in the wind, and the strands of her hair gently brushed against his side face.

"Qu Qingge——" The familiar voice with anger broke the comfort that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.

In the distance, Wen Qiyang eagerly wanted them to come.

His tall figure blocked the sunlight on Qu Qingge's head.

Qu Qingge looked at the dark-faced Wen Qiyang, then at Yan Jinhan who was silent, always looking at the sky, then lowered his head, like a child who broke a vase, and obediently kept silent.

Wen Qiyang grabbed Qu Qingge's wrist, and pulled her up from the ground bitterly.

"It hurts, Wen Qiyang, take it easy." Qu Qingge yelled in pain.

"Yan, you hurt her."

Yan Jinhan, who was sitting on the grass, slowly stood up, and the two equally tall men stood facing each other, sandwiching the petite Qu Qingge in between.

The jet-black eyes narrowed, facing Yan Jinhan's indifferent amber pupils, it seemed that there was ice-cold and flame intertwined in the air, sublimated, and couldn't stop——

Behind him, Xiao Wu bouncingly ran to Wen Qiyang's side, flicking her jet-black ponytail, her cheerful pace was extremely inconsistent with the tense atmosphere
She looked at the two strange men, and at her sister who was caught in the middle, then smiled and took Wen Qiyang's hand, shaking it.

(End of this chapter)