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Chapter 597 Hate You?you don't deserve (6)

　He paused for a moment, looking down at the little woman whose eyes were closed tightly, who didn't know that the war was about to break out. The tenderness in his eyes overflowed: "What can I do to her? Just You did what you Yan Jinhan wanted to do but did not dare to do."

　As he said that, he glanced sideways at Yan Jinhan, trying to figure out something from his expression.

　However, the anger in Yan Jinhan's eyes just now was gradually calmed down, and the bottom of the dark green eyes became darker, and the light that settled suddenly made Wen Qiyang feel that it was a familiar sense of powerlessness.

　He felt Wen Qiyang's gaze, and looked up at him, the two big men looked at each other strangely for a few seconds, the suffocating breath flowing around made Yan Zimo shudder.

　In the end, it was Wen Qiyang who was the first to look back, and with a sneer on his lips, he walked past Yan Jinhan holding Qu Qingge without looking back.

　Yan Jinhan didn't continue to stop him, nor did he speak, his eyes, which were still so clear just now, suddenly sank for a moment.

　Originally, he was worried that Wen Qiyang would hurt Qu Qingge, so he rushed over to explain to him regardless of his injuries.

　Standing in front of the door, he saw Qu Qingge's fragility almost shattered at the touch, as if he could feel that such a petite woman was on the other side of the door, enduring all the pain, stubbornly preventing them from hearing her bowed his head begging for mercy.

　He suddenly felt that all explanations were not important...

　He understood a little bit, what she said, Wen Qiyang didn't believe her...

　Yan Jinhan stared intently at Wen Qiyang's receding figure, that ruthless and decisive figure gradually disappeared into a single point.

　……

　That night, Wen Qiyang carried Qu Qingge on his private plane, left Belize, and returned to T City.

　Qu Qingge had been asleep for a long time, and he didn't know how long he had been asleep. All he knew was that he opened his eyes leisurely, and was already lying on the bed in his room in T City.

　And Wen Qiyang, sitting on a chair on the balcony, raised his head, wondering what he was thinking.

　The sun had already risen in the sky, the man on the chair was against the light, the cigarette in his hand was half burnt, and the ashtray on the table was already full.

　The colorful sunlight hit his side face, and a dazzling halo was formed on his body. It was just that the atmosphere that should have been warm, but because of the lines of his face that had been stiff all the time, became a bit grim.

　Qu Qingge drooped her eyelids, moved slightly, and felt as if her body had been crushed, she couldn't help but let out a soft cry because of the pain.

　Her voice startled Wen Qiyang, who was sitting in a daze on the chair, and when he turned his head, he saw that Qu Qingge had sat up.

　The moment his eyes met hers, he saw the bottom of her eyes, and the flash of surprise gradually turned into indifference.

　The pain brought back Qu Qingge's still slightly dazed consciousness in an instant. In her mind, all the scenes of last night were filled with bone-eating pain.

　She gritted her teeth, lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed, but just as her toes touched the ground, she knelt down on the ground with a thud, and then the tingling pain spread down her toes and down her lower body.

　Wen Qiyang sat on the chair and trembled at his fingertips. He wanted to stand up and hug Qu Qingge, but he saw the little woman on the ground, holding on to the bedside table stubbornly, and stood up again.

　However, this time, Qu Qingge fell directly to the ground, Wen Qiyang's heart ached, and he couldn't pretend to be indifferent, so he raised his feet and ran up to hug her.

　However, before reaching out his hand, Qu Qingge knocked him down.

　"What? Didn't have enough last night? But I don't have the strength to deal with you now."

　
(End of this chapter)