The left bank is profound, the right bank is clear

Chapter 7 You are mine (1)

Autumn rain knocks on the window, dripping into the heart of sorrow!
Dark gray dusk clouds, pressing down on the earth!

The hazy sky is like her state of mind, full of oppression!

There was no one in the huge classroom, only she was staring out the window in a daze.

heavy rain!

The classmates have already left, let's go to the cool.

After tidying up the books on the desk, Qu Qingge took out his notebook, tapped on the keyboard, hesitated for a moment, and finally pressed Enter.

A series of information about "Emperor" popped up on the screen.

Qu Qingge clicked on one at random to enter the website.

Inside the station, several photos are attached with words, which are gorgeous and eye-catching.

It turned out to be them!
Qu Qingge subconsciously ignored the photo on the first one. The stern and menacing face and the aura of a natural king made people dare not look directly at it, but they couldn't ignore it.

The mouse quickly turns the page.

Han Haibo - sunny, handsome and gentle.

Zhu Pei - heroic and uninhibited, serious and strong.

This was Qu Qingge's first impression of them when he saw their photos.

She scanned the photos, and finally fixed her gaze on a man with his head bowed in thought.

Elegant and picturesque!

The white shirt is spotless, setting off the indifferent poetic brilliance; the thin lips are tightly closed, slightly white, which makes people feel distressed; although the eyes are downcast, they still can't stop the pure and beautiful breath, that kind of dusty elegance makes people feel sad. People yearn for it, but they are afraid of disturbing the sleeping prince.

I thought that among hundreds of millions of people, a casual glance, although throbbing, can be relieved.

Unexpectedly, when I met again, even if it was a painting, I couldn't resist the exclamation that hit the soul!

Yan Jinhan!
What a cold name.

Looking at his drooping eyelashes, Qu Qingge's nose felt sore, for some reason, he suddenly had the urge to cry.

She stretched out her right hand and slid her fingertips across the picture, from jet-black hair, thick eyelashes, fair cheeks, to pale lips.

Qu Qingge suddenly withdrew his hand, as if feeling an unbearable coldness, besides the coldness, there was also the pain of being burned by a raging fire.

She seemed to be enjoying the pain, and was constantly attracted by the whirlpool of sadness, unable to extricate herself.

Outside the classroom, the sound of orderly and powerful footsteps gradually approached, bringing back her wandering thoughts.

Qu Qingge looked up to see four men in black suits standing straight in front of her.

"Miss Qu, our husband invited us to have dinner, but the car is already outside the school gate." One of them opened his mouth in a respectful tone.

Qu Qingge glanced at them. She never liked to deal with strangers, so she immediately shut down the computer, got up and walked around them, and replied coldly:
"Sorry, I don't know you guys."

The four of them looked at each other and surrounded Qu Qingge tacitly.

"Miss Qu, don't embarrass us, sir is already waiting for you, please—"

Looking at the black shadow in front of her eyes, Qu Qingge immediately thought of that domineering man, and she suddenly felt distraught. The beautiful mood just now was broken by them, and her eyes showed disdain and indifference:
"Get out of the way!" she shouted.

The air was instantly condensed, and the atmosphere was tense and weird.

"Miss Qu, if you want to make things difficult for us, don't blame us for offending."

Qu Qingge cast a cold glance at the man who spoke.

The man shuddered, although he was a woman, but in those eyes without any warmth, he looked very much like Mr. Han.

How could he, who is a majestic Ye Di, be frightened by a girl?
The man raised his head, trying to regain his arrogance.Then he stretched out a hand and unreasonably held her slender wrist. On the flawless white skin, pale red marks gradually appeared, and the book in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. Turned over a few pages.

(End of this chapter)