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Chapter 192 I'm Sorry, I Love You (13)

After Wen Qiyang took a shower and changed his clothes, he ran to Qu Qingge's room. As soon as he entered, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol and a wine bottle poured on the pieces of clothes.

The wounds all over her body are still not healed, and she even started drinking!
Fights, gets hurt, throws tantrums, drinks like a drunk.

Can this woman stop one day and let him worry less!

"You actually drink!"

Wen Qiyang gritted his teeth, hopped over and wanted to 'beat' her up, but just when he got close to her, she turned her face and looked at him with her mouth pouted in a pitiful manner. .

The man in front of him is a little angry, his face is ashen, but so handsome and charming, who is this?
Yan Jinhan?Wen Qiyang?
Qu Qingge's head hurt a little, she closed her eyes and beat her temples, and when she opened her eyes again, the pupils changed from blurred to clear.

"Wen Qiyang—I know you, you are Wen Qiyang—"

She laughed a little presumptuously, a little ostentatiously, but just after laughing twice, the arc on the corner of her mouth became stiff, and she looked at him with an extremely sad look, and murmured:
"I've changed—, I've changed—"

Very drunk!

Wen Qiyang frowned, her words were a bit confused, he couldn't understand them very well, but there was always an ethereal and dreamy sadness surrounding her, which captured his heart in an instant.

Did she think of her childhood again, did she think of her relatives again, or did she think of Yan Jinhan——

Wen Qiyang's body trembled, and his heart was full of emotions. He wanted to hold Qu Qingge to coax her to sleep, but before his hand touched her shoulder, she grabbed her at once. She raised her head and winked at him, and with her index finger Putting it on his lips, after making a booing motion, he said softly:

"Shhh—I'll tell you a secret—"

secret?

Was it because he was drunk that he could speak out his secrets without any scruple?Tell your true self?
Wen Qiyang's heart was a little heavy, because he was afraid that her secret would break his heart, but he still nodded and did not stop her.

"I sent your clothes to the disaster area—"

"And your phone, I didn't like it, so I smashed it—"

"I scold you several times in my heart every night, cursing you for eating bad food outside and having diarrhea—"

Qu Qingge spoke a little excitedly, as if telling someone else's joke, she laughed twice, hiccupped, then stood up from the bed suddenly, and stepped on the pillow:

"And that Cai Ling, I really hate her, every time she holds your arm, smiles so ostentatiously, and even made a lot of photos for me to choose."

She was dancing, she was a little unstable, and her body was shaking. Wen Qiyang stood on the ground and looked up at her, with both hands nervously placed on her sides, for fear that she would fall.

Qu Qingge's hair was messed up by himself, his clothes were dirty and torn, and he was drunk, complaining like a little shrew.

But Wen Qiyang was fascinated by it, because her eyes shone with the jealousy of a little woman, and that light shone into his eyes, becoming bright and radiant.

Before he could digest the sudden joy, he heard another sentence from Qu Qingge's mouth:

(End of this chapter)