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Chapter 42 Zhao Yang's Secret (2)

But now, for the sake of another woman, does the man he loves forget the mortal hatred of killing his mother?

Zhao Yang closed his eyes weakly, rubbed the center of his eyebrows vigorously, and opened his eyes again, the pupils were red.

"I haven't forgotten, I just don't want her to get involved."

Hatred has been integrated into the blood and has become a part of life, even breathing is the pain caused by hatred.Only when he faced her could he let go of the pain in his bones, become at ease, gentle, and wanted to quietly guard someone.

She is the only light in his dark life, except for hatred, the only one who makes him feel that he is still a person with flesh and blood and feelings, otherwise, he will completely fall into the eternal darkness without end.

He looked down at Wang Meng, and there seemed to be unwillingness in her eyes. "If——you must involve Qing Ge, then I don't mind breaking away from the Inoue family."

A naked threat is more useful than any words.

Wang Meng's eyes were wide open, her nerves were full of intense fear, she roared eagerly: "No, young master, you are the only blood of the Inoue family!"

The old man only has one daughter, one grandson, the future of his family, the death of his wife, and the failure to assassinate Wen Qiyang that night, forcing him to return to the family early, but he actually said such a thing.

A trace of cruelty flashed in Wang Meng's eyes, Qu Qingge, should I really stay?
On the other side of the room, Qu Qingge was awakened by a burst of fierce arguments in her deep sleep. She put on a coat and walked outside the study. Standing there, she vaguely heard what they seemed to be arguing about. It involved herself and Wen Qiyang.

Could it be that Wen Qiyang did something to Zhao Yang because of her?Qu Qingge frowned, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, and leaned forward, leaning against the door, wanting to hear more clearly.

At this time-

With a sound of "squeak--", the door of the room was opened, and Zhao Yang and Wang Meng came out one after the other.

They looked at her in surprise, Zhao Yang's eyes were tense, but Wang Meng was very happy to hear what she heard.

Qu Qingge froze there, a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I didn't eavesdrop on purpose." In fact, she didn't hear anything.

Zhao Yang looked at her, her eyes were still loose, and her whole body gave off the feeling that she hadn't woken up yet.She probably didn't hear it!
Zhao Yang's hanging heart finally let go. He rubbed Qu Qingge's long hair and asked, "Are you hungry? May I ask them to get you something to eat?"

Qu Qingge shook his head, and raised his eyes to meet Wang Meng's scrutinizing gaze.

"I heard that Wen Qiyang of Emgrand has taken a fancy to you?" Wang Meng fiddled with the ring on his hand, without any emotion in his calm words.

"——" Qu Qingge didn't answer.

"Do you like him?" Wang Meng then asked.

Zhao Yang's face was dark and his body was stiff. Her answer made him look forward to it, but he was afraid at the same time.

After a moment of silence, Qu Qingge lowered his head, "No—".

"Hehe——" Wang Meng smiled crisply, and there was a lazy look in his charming eyes, and then a flash of coldness flashed across: "Then you should kill him."

Before Qu Qingge had time to react, Zhao Yang cast his warning eyes on Wang Meng.

Wang Meng pressed the back of his head, giggling: "He is a bad man, he will make many women love him, and hate him so much that they want to kill him."

"Wang Meng likes to joke more and more. You know, if you say something, you will have to suffer the consequences." Zhao Yang clenched his fists with a cold expression.

(End of this chapter)