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Chapter 322 It's Nice to Have You (5)

Qu Qingge scratched her ears itchyly, blushed, then hummed, and lay obediently in his arms, listening to each other's heartbeats quietly, until she was a little sleepy when she suddenly thought of Wen Qiyang There seemed to be something bothering me just now, so I hesitated for a while, but couldn't help asking: "Wen Qiyang, what were you thinking just now? So engrossed?"　
"Qingge." From the afternoon until now, Wen Qiyang has never let go of Qu Zhengyang's matter in his heart. He is a scar in Qu Qingge's heart and a thorn in Wen Qiyang's heart, a thorn that he wished to pull out immediately.

However, looking at her pure and clear eyes now, Wen Qiyang hesitated. Although Qu Zhengyang hurt her and her family so much, but in the afternoon, when he ordered his subordinates to tie up Qu Zhengyang, she still couldn't bear it. I have to intercede for them.

Perhaps, in Qu Qingge's heart, she couldn't bear to hurt them after all. Perhaps, the despair and hatred she thought could not be compared to the love between father and daughter that blood is thicker than water.

Wen Qiyang lowered his eyes and pondered for a long time. If he had followed his previous temperament, he would have dealt with Qu Zhengyang domineeringly, but now, he didn't dare to make up his own mind. He was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, the relationship between them would be broken. She will blame him for the hard-won harmony between them.

Wen Qiyang thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out. He wanted to know what Qu Qingge was thinking more and more, so he couldn't help asking: "Qingge, do you hate him?"

"Who?"

"Qu Zhengyang."

Qu Qingge was nestled in Wen Qiyang's arms and had already closed her eyes, a little sleepy, but now when he suddenly heard Qu Zhengyang's name, she subconsciously sat up from Wen Qiyang's arms.

Wen Qiyang was stepping on her landmines, and even directly ignited the fire wire, and suddenly bombarded the broken fragments she had buried, which made her unable to respond for a while.

She shrank at the head of the bed, tightly clutching the quilt with her fingers, a rare panic appeared in her eyes, after a while, she swallowed, and then asked with difficulty: "You know——"

"Well——" Wen Qiyang replied in a deep voice. He saw Qu Qingge's appearance, as if he had returned to that night again. She was vigilant and fearful, hiding from him, pushing himself, like a hedgehog, not allowing anyone to pry The past in her heart.

Qu Qingge was silent, and didn't even look at him.

Wen Qiyang suddenly felt powerless and frustrated, feeling particularly lost.

It turned out that he never walked into her heart, and she was still guarding herself like that night, afraid that she would see through her.

However, she didn't know that it didn't matter to him that she escaped again and again. As long as she was still by his side, he would do everything he could to exchange her trust with thousands of times of loneliness.

Qu Qingge raised his head, glanced at Wen Qiyang, then lifted the quilt and moved.

She wanted to get out of bed, to escape from herself, Wen Qiyang thought so.

His heart felt dull, and his eyes dimmed a little bit.

Wen Qiyang opened the bedside table and took another pack of cigarettes. Just as he tore open a hole, he remembered that he had promised Qu Qingge just now, so he rubbed the whole pack of cigarettes in his hand and threw it on the ground.

Wen Qiyang didn't make a sound, just looked at Qu Qingge's feet, which were constantly moving under the quilt, then leaned against the head of the bed, and closed his eyes tiredly.

(End of this chapter)