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Chapter 270 My territory, listen to me (10)

　Butler He was holding the slippers, and just about to bend down and put them on the ground, Wen Qiyang snatched them over and put them on Qu Qingge's feet himself: "If you want to lose me in the future, just those pillows and quilts, don't take them any more. Slippers, bare feet are not good for your health."

Qu Qingge ignored him, put on his slippers and jumped off the sofa, went to the suitcase, picked up the lever, pulled it out and pushed it in, fiddled with it a few times.

Seeing that she was still ignoring him, Wen Qiyang felt a little unhappy with her pouting mouth, so he touched his nose, wondering where he had offended this little ancestor, but he didn't ask any more questions, and walked up to her in a good voice, He found a random topic and asked, "It's almost twelve o'clock, why haven't you slept yet?"　
Qu Qingge rolled her eyes this time, and replied angrily: "Didn't you sleep too—" Then she made a point of emphasizing: "By the way, Chairman Wen is very busy. He just came back, of course Didn't sleep."

Hearing these words, Wen Qiyang immediately understood why this little woman was angry. It turned out that he came back late, and she had been waiting for him.

You said why is this woman so stingy, why is she so unreasonable?Without giving himself a chance to explain, he shut himself out. However, this inexplicable little jealousy made Wen Qiyang feel elated and full of presence.

He put his arms around Qu Qingge's waist, rubbed his thin lips against her ear for a while, and then coaxed: "Hey, let's go to sleep, go to the room, I promise you will teach me a good lesson."

Qu Qingge suddenly felt that this man was hopeless. A second ago, he was flirting with Cai Ling outside, and when he got home, he was domineering again, and now he is flirting with her.

Why does this man deserve a beating so much? She wished she could drive him out, out of sight and out of mind.

It's not that I can't wait, it's that I must drive out.

Qu Qingge shook off Wen Qiyang's hand, glared at him angrily, opened his mouth fiercely: "Wen Qiyang, don't you see that I'm busy, I'm packing my clothes." Patted the trolley case with his hand.

"What are you doing to pack your clothes?"

In fact, Wen Qiyang had seen his trolley case a long time ago, but he didn't ask her why she dug it out in the middle of the night. Now that Qu Qingge said it himself, he followed her words. I went in by myself.

"Run away from home." Qu Qingge returned, briefly and clearly.

Wen Qiyang was stunned for a moment, then smiled gently.

He knew that no matter how small Qu Qingge's temper was, if it were any other woman, he would have slapped them away at the first sentence, but when facing Qu Qingge, he was a pet with no bottom line. Drowning.

In other words, he would rather have this little woman who would get angry with him, lose his temper, play with his temper, and all kinds of difficult things, than see that woman who doesn't care about anything, has an indifferent face, and keeps a distance from him all the time.

He was terrified of her tears, terrified of her silence.

As long as she is still willing to talk to him, even if she beats herself into cannon fodder, he will happily eat the gunpowder thrown by her, so he continues to coax patiently:

"Ge'er—it's not good to run away from home. If you meet someone like Wang Hao, wouldn't you kill me?" Wen Qiyang saw Qu Qingge fiddling with the necklace around his neck, and felt himself The job was almost done, so he continued: "I played them all early in the morning according to your instructions, and I also gave you a small recording doll, have you seen it?"

(End of this chapter)