The left bank is profound, the right bank is clear

Chapter 249 No matter how profound the left bank is, it is not as good as Qingge from the right bank 1
Once Wen Qiyang threatened her with the life of a little reporter, and in front of her, he personally pierced that man's leg.

And the scene she saw in the afternoon was something she would never forget in her life.

Her heart, she can't tell.

At this time, the door was opened, and Qu Qingge could clearly feel Wen Qiyang's aura. Seeing him pacing in from the door, Qu Qingge just glanced at him slightly, his eyes flickered, and then continued to twist. Turn your head and look out the window.

Wen Qiyang walked to her side slowly, sat by the bed, took the porridge in his hand, stirred it, felt that the temperature was just right, took a spoonful, and brought it to Qu Qingge's mouth:

"Hey, eat something, you've gained strength after eating, and you're losing your temper with me."

Wen Qiyang smiled, every sentence, every movement was affectionate, even a little humble, just so that his baby could eat something and stop throwing temper tantrums.

Seeing the porridge in the bowl, Qu Qingge thought of the bloody scene in the afternoon, and suddenly felt his stomach churn, feeling terribly uncomfortable. With his head down, he pushed the spoon away from his mouth with one hand.

Her strength was a bit strong, and all the white rice porridge in the spoon accidentally spilled on Wen Qiyang's body.

"I—" Qu Qingge was startled. She didn't mean it. She turned her head quickly and stretched out her hand to wipe him with a tissue, but just as she pulled her hand out of the bed, she heard

With a bang, the bowl was smashed to the ground, and the white rice porridge was scattered all over the floor, emitting a whitish steam.

There was a black cold light in Wen Qiyang's eyes, exuding deep displeasure.

Qu Qingge bit her lips nervously, and was about to say something, when she saw the elegant and silent man in front of her suddenly become agitated, picked up the phone on the table and threw it at the background light on the wall, which happened to be in the corner of her photo Where the smile opened, a crack opened.

"Qu Qingge, what exactly do you want—"

He tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, coaxed her, comforted her, and even lowered his dignity, but this woman didn't know how to be obedient at all, and instead got worse.

Wen Qiyang wiped the porridge off his body with a bath towel, sat down on the sofa all of a sudden, covered his forehead with his hands, covering up the violent anger in his eyes, and did not speak.

After living for 26 years, which day is not smooth and blessed, especially when it comes to women, as long as he says a word, what kind of fat, swallows and thin, well-known ladies are not squeezed into his arms, but he just I just fell in love with this ignorant Qu Qingge.

Couldn't she be more obedient and obedient, and act like a baby in his arms like other women, and then enjoy his pampering?
He insisted on going against him like this, provoking his bottom line again and again.

To put it bluntly, this is a crime, she commits a crime, he commits a crime more than her, to this extent, he can slam the door and leave, but he doesn't care about her anymore after yelling at her, but he still commits a crime He loved her, and even sneaked out of the corner of his eye to see if she was scared by him.

It's not that Qu Qingge didn't know that Wen Qiyang was angry, but she didn't change her expression too much, she didn't look at him pitifully, she didn't tremble with fear, she just sat quietly on the bed with her face down.

Such a bland Qu Qingge immediately made Wen Qiyang feel a deep sense of frustration. He leaned his head on the sofa with his head up, and the light hit his side face. He was a little tired, but full of helplessness.

　
(End of this chapter)