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Chapter 511 Love to the End, Hate Is Too Overwhelmed (39)

Is it a rhetorical question?

"Yes, I love him." Qu Qingge took a breath and replied without hesitation.

Some things are beautiful but illusory, maybe they are only suitable to be buried in the heart, so that they can last forever.
If life is just like seeing you first, it's like Qu Qingge meeting Yan Jinhan
It's just that this kind of encounter is not worth the fate after all.

I am destined to fall in love with Wen Qiyang
The belief in Qu Qingge's heart was extremely firm, although there was a little sadness of regret, like a flower blooming and failing, but it did not shake the fact that she fell in love with Wen Qiyang at all.

"Yan Jinhan, in the future, if possible, let's not meet alone like this. Wen Qiyang will be unhappy."

"Let's treat today's matter as a 'sacrifice'"

How could Yan Jinhan not understand what she said about the sacrifice, it was to pay homage to the dead love in her heart.

Yan Jinhan suddenly felt that a certain string in his heart was broken like this, it was a different feeling from when he lost the warmth
At that time, it was crazy, and now, it was painful.
Yan Jinhan suddenly felt dizzy and dizzy, and the spirit of alcohol also started to rise, so he hummed in pain, covered his head and squatted on the ground.

Qu Qingge saw that he was drunk and unconscious, and fell to the ground directly. She bit her lip and ran over to help him up. She stumbled all the way to help him to the side of his sports car, and then fumbled out He got his car keys and tucked him into the passenger seat.

Fortunately, Qu Qingge could drive, but Wen Qiyang confiscated his driver's license. Fortunately, he was driving Yan Jinhan's car, and the traffic police in T city would not check Dihao's car.

Qu Qingge put Yan Jinhan away, fastened his seat belt for him, took a few breaths, and asked, "Yan Jinhan, where do you live? I'll take you home."

But Yan Jinhan tilted his head, he was already so drunk that he didn't distinguish between east, west, north and south.

Qu Qingge muttered, started the car, found a nearby hotel, parked the car on the side of the road, opened the door and walked in with Yan Jinhan.

Wen Qiyang stayed in the cemetery for a long time. He didn't get up and walk out until he finished the last cigarette. At that time, his feet were numb.

He walked out of the cemetery, and the driver was still waiting for him, but he didn't rush to get in the car, but stood there for a while at the place where they kissed, the air seemed to still be filled with the scent of his gardenia and her light bath The aroma of dew intertwined.

Intertwined, his heart that had just calmed down suddenly began to ache.

When the driver saw Wen Qiyang coming out, he got out of the car and opened the door for him. It wasn't until Wen Qiyang got into the car that the driver said softly: "Sir, where are we going?"

"Go home—" Wen Qiyang said lightly.

Going home—he hoped that Qu Qingge would be here at this home.

The driver hummed, then turned around and left the cemetery.

During the rush hour after get off work, the road was a bit congested, and just happened to encounter a red light again, so the driver stopped for a while.

It happened that the car was parked next to the Shangri-La Hotel;

It just so happened that Wen Qiyang's eyes were always looking out of the window;
So, by coincidence, he saw Yan Jinhan's sports car, and then a petite figure walked into the hotel carrying a tall man on his shoulders.

He is holding her. From Wen Qiyang's point of view, he is holding her
Hehe, okay, kissing on the street in the afternoon is not enough, so I can't wait to open the room at night.

(End of this chapter)