The left bank is profound, the right bank is clear

Chapter 188 I'm Sorry, I Love You (7)

Wen Qiyang stared at Han Haibo in a daze, as if he was fixed by his words, he didn't even care about being held by his collar, he took a few seconds to digest the sudden shock, opened his eyes, was stunned for a moment, and then asked uncertainly arrive:
"You—you—to Qing Ge—you—"

Han Haibo let go of him and didn't speak. He closed his eyes, as if someone had discovered the secret hidden deep in his heart. It passed away in a corner, and it didn't belong to him.When he opened his eyes again, there was a wry smile on his lips, he walked past Wen Qiyang with his head down, and said lightly:
"If you cause Qing Ge to suffer any more harm, I will take her away."

cut!
Another man who robbed him of his wife.

It seemed that after Qu Qingge got better, he took her to get a red book as soon as possible, to see if they still wanted to spy on his woman.

Wen Qiyang pursed his lips, leaned lazily against the wall, and calmly replied to his back:
"Give up your heart—no one can take her away from me." After saying this, he straightened his body, turned his head to look out the window, and murmured to the deep night sky: " Even if you want to take her away from me first, you still have to ask me if Wen Qiyang agrees."

He pointed to the sky, as if making an oath to God or fate, and there was an irresistible firmness in that oath.

The secret was dug out, the oath was said, and looking at Han Haibo's slender and handsome back, he seemed to feel the sadness and loneliness that he hadn't seen for a long time, which made him feel sorry for his brother.

However, this is not picking Chinese cabbage, you can let it go, this is my wife!

But no matter how many men surround Qu Qingge, he doesn't pay attention, because this is his woman!

She was also jealous and angry for him, is there any reason!
Thinking of this, Wen Qiyang laughed again, straightened his wrinkled collar quickly, and walked towards the ward.

Wen Qiyang pushed open the door of the room, the whole room was a little dark, only a small dark yellow desk lamp in front of the hospital bed was on.

The girl on the hospital bed looked a little pale, and the purplish red potion was rubbed on her forehead and the corners of her mouth, and a layer of gauze was stuck on her slender jade neck, which was slightly dark red.

She tilted her head and looked out of the window, looking engrossed. The moonlight shone on her side face, which was a little transparent, very blurred, and as thin as mist.

Wen Qiyang didn't bother her, but stood in front of the door and looked at her quietly. As he watched, his heart seemed to be torn apart by the wound on her body. When he pinched and rubbed her, his heart ached. Tossing, the internal organs have moved their positions.

He snorted, and Qu Qingge seemed to have heard his presence, and turned around.

"You're here—" Qu Qingge said lightly, his bright eyes were surprisingly quiet, without the slightest emotion.

Wen Qiyang hummed, and turned on the light on the wall. Qu Qingge suddenly felt that it was dazzling, and squinted his eyes intentionally. After getting used to it, he turned his head out of the window again.

Wen Qiyang walked to Qu Qingge's hospital bed and sat down without saying a word.

He should hold her tightly in his arms, kiss her madly, and tell her a lot of emotions that he has suppressed for a month.

But so many shoulds have now turned into complete silence.

Seeing Qu Qingge's indifferent look, saying nothing, asking nothing, neither arguing nor losing his temper, his heart suddenly felt very messy, that feeling of being elusive and drifting away covered his heart.

He suddenly looked like a child who did something wrong. He wanted to hold her hand, but he just moved his fingertips and dared not move forward.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, until the nurse came in, and the embarrassing situation was eased.

"Miss Qu, let's get an injection—"

(End of this chapter)