The left bank is profound, the right bank is clear

Chapter 250 No matter how profound the left bank is, it is not as good as Qingge from the right bank 2
The room was very quiet, and the quietness made people feel sad and suffocated. Wen Qiyang sat alone on the sofa for a while, smoking cigarettes one by one, and only when he heard Qu Qingge coughing twice did he squeeze out the cigarette end , turned and looked at her.

The girl curled up on the bed, bent over and lowered her head.

This is her usual posture, the posture that will appear when she is afraid and feels unsafe.

Wen Qiyang felt a slight pain in his heart, and his anger gradually subsided, but he was still a little bored and needed to be released from Qu Qingge.

He stood up slowly, walked to the bed step by step, looked at her intently, then stretched out his hand, and gently touched her chin with his fingertips, and asked:

"Tell me, what exactly do you want—"

What do I want, what do I really want? !

Qu Qingge's mind kept repeating Wen Qiyang's question.

I don't need a rich and prosperous life, I don't need a noble and prominent status, and I don't need to let others envy my sense of vanity as a "Wen Qiyang woman".

What I want is my mother, Xiao Wu, and a pair of ordinary people who can hold my hands and finish this road in an ordinary way.

All I want is a glass of water, a slice of bread, sunshine in the morning, and a smile at night.

Don't be so intriguing, don't be so thrilling, and don't stand under your imperial power, you can only look up at you, so that there are two worlds between you and me.

Wen Qiyang, do you know?
I don't care about everything you can give me, and the only thing I care about is what you can't give me in this life.

No matter how brilliant and profound the left bank you gave me, it can’t compare with the indifferent Qingge on my right bank.

Qu Qingge looked at the man in front of him, and suddenly felt a sudden twitch in his heart, a pain of being torn apart. It turned out that such a distance is so close.

Qu Qingge clenched her fist tightly under the quilt, a little numb from the pain, and after a long time, she raised her head and looked at Wen Qiyang.

His eyes are still so deep, full of tenderness in the deep, as he said, as if deep in his soul, he can see the desolation of his love.

Qu Qingge's eyes were filled with mist, and he moved his lips, wanting to say all the words in his heart, but he didn't know how to speak.

Her eyes drooped, holding the last trace of expectation, she said tremblingly: "Let them go, I don't want to—"

Qu Qingge just hoped that he could understand himself, that he wanted to be with him in a normal way.

but--

"Enough--" Wen Qiyang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly let out a low growl, his eyes became cloudy, the man who was so tender just now suddenly disappeared, and he became resolute and resolute.

"I said that no one needs to question my decision, including you—"

It's fucking sympathy again!
Again, trying to change him with his love for her.

She will not know that to forgive the enemy is to be cruel to herself.

In the face of someone who has hurt her, she can forgive. If she knows that in the near future, he will destroy the Inoue family and kill more people; if she knows that the young master of the Inoue family is her childhood sweetheart Zhao Yang, will she run to let others point a gun to her head to threaten herself like today?

Wen Qiyang's aura suddenly became fierce, staring fixedly at the hopeful Qu Qingge, he panted heavily, clenched his fists, and then let go.

(End of this chapter)