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Chapter 320 It's Nice to Have You (3)

Wen Qiyang looked down at Qu Qingge, wondering if it was due to the nature of his father and daughter, this little thing was sleeping soundly just now, but now he frowned slightly and pursed his lips.

Wen Qiyang squeezed out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, then stretched out his hand, smoothed the gap between her brows distressedly, wrapped her around her waist, let her roll to his chest, and gently lifted her to his chest. He hugged him in his arms and said:

"Qing Ge, I will get all the debts back for you."

"Don't be afraid, I'm by your side."

Wen Qiyang's voice was very soft and soft, especially when he said the last sentence, his tone seemed to be treating the most precious treasure in the world.

However, in such a him, there is more firmness and determination in his eyes.

Qu Qingge slept for a while, and felt that the scattered energy and spirit had returned, and her body had gained some strength. In a daze, she had a dream. She dreamed of the honey tea cake that she loved most when she was a child, so she was very upset. The lady drooled a little, and it slid to the edge of her mouth. She sniffed her nose, and just as she was half asleep and half awake, hesitating whether to get up and wipe it, she smelled the air around her, which was filled with a strong smell of tobacco.

Qu Qingge opened his eyes sleepily, wiped the saliva from his mouth, then looked up at Wen Qiyang who was leaning against the head of the bed, he was smoking a cigarette, his expression was very serious, the line of his jaw was tense, as if he had something on his mind.

Qu Qingge blinked, and rubbed against Wen Qiyang's chest coquettishly, seeing that he was still in a daze and didn't respond, ignoring himself, so he stretched out his hand and gently scratched his chest with his nails, Shouted: "Wen Qiyang—"

Wen Qiyang was thinking about how to deal with Qu Zhengyang at this time, he didn't notice that Qu Qingge had woken up, until he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, he looked down at the woman in front of him, the fierceness on his body subsided a lot in an instant, Softened: "Wake up—"

"En." Qu Qingge replied, just as she was about to twist her buttocks and move towards the head of the bed, she felt Wen Qiyang put his arms around her waist and sat up. She bent her lips and smiled, raised her head, and Seeing that there were already four cigarette butts in the transparent ashtray on the bedside table, the smile on Qu Qingge's face immediately sank, and he twisted Wen Qiyang's muscles fiercely, and said, "Why do you smoke so many cigarettes?" -"

Seeing her face turning from sunny to cloudy, Wen Qiyang was stunned for a moment, immediately pinched out the cigarette butt in his hand, turned his head to look, only to find that he had smoked five cigarettes unknowingly.

No wonder Qu Qingge woke up after sleeping for a while, he asked with some guilt: "Did I choke you when I smoked?"

Qu Qingge shook his head and stared at him for a while.

Wen Qiyang usually likes to smoke, especially when he is in a bad mood, he doesn't know how to control himself, and he doesn't cherish his body at all.

But even so, the moment he opened his mouth he asked if he had choked himself, which moved Qu Qingge a little.

Since childhood, Qu Qingge was not very good at expressing his inner thoughts, especially when it comes to caring for others, let alone saying touching and affectionate words.

So, she pursed her lips, put on a fierce look, and said, "Wen Qiyang, why do you smoke so much? Do you need your lungs?" He looked at the cigarette case on the table, and put it in front of Wen Qiyang's eyes. He continued to babble very seriously and proudly:
(End of this chapter)