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Chapter 722 Forced to abdicate, abdicate? (twenty three)

Qu Qingge took the subway and arrived at the international airport in less than an hour.

Zhao Yang was already waiting for Qu Qingge's arrival at the appointed place.

He paced back and forth in the spacious corridor, with a worried look on his face, afraid that something might happen suddenly, so when he saw Qu Qingge's figure, he breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and embraced Qu Qingge's arms. He asked eagerly, "Qing Ge, are you okay? I've been calling you, but I couldn't get through. I was so worried that I almost ran straight to your place without driving."

"I turned off my phone, I didn't bring anything with me." Qu Qingge replied lightly.

But Zhao Yang understood the meaning, his eyes flickered, he rubbed her long hair, and said softly: "It's okay, I'll prepare everything for you when I get to Italy, don't worry about anything, just go Be happy, just forget everything here, you know?"

As soon as Zhao Yang's words fell, Qu Qingge raised his head, looked into his eyes, and hurriedly answered: "I'm just going to visit my mother and Xiao Wu this time, and I'll be back." Looking at Zhao Yang's gaze a little unsteadily, she asked again: "Zhao Yang, have you booked the ticket for me?"

Zhao Yang was much calmer when he questioned Qu Qingge. He stretched out his hand to tie a strand of her hair, and said with a smile: "There is still more than an hour before the plane takes off. I will take you to rest for a while. As for when you will come back, Let's talk when we get to Italy, shall we?"

Qu Qingge pursed his lips, and when he was about to say something, Zhao Yang pressed her shoulder directly, his eyes solemn: "Qingge, you know, I won't force you to do anything, I just Hope, I hope the new place can make you happier."

Qu Qingge raised his head, stared at Zhao Yang, and nodded silently.

……

In the VIP lounge, there were only Qu Qingge and Zhao Yang.

The time ticked by, and the flight attendant reminded me that there was still half an hour before I could board the plane.

Qu Qingge looked up at the blue sky through the floor-to-ceiling windows, feeling a little depressed in his heart, as if something was about to happen.

As her mood became depressed, her stomach also felt uncomfortable, and her brows frowned more and more tightly.

Zhao Yang, who had been sitting next to him, noticed these small details, put down the magazine in his hand, and asked, "Qing Ge, what's the matter? Are you uncomfortable?"

Qu Qingge turned his head, rubbed his stomach, smacked his lips, and said softly, "Zhao Yang, I want to eat Huamei."

"Huamei? Aren't you the most afraid of sour? Why did you suddenly think of eating this thing?" Zhao Yang was stunned for a moment, and asked a question back for no reason, and then saw the little woman in front of him asking an extra question because of him. , he looked a little dazed and pouted, so before he could wait for Qu Qingge to say anything, he immediately changed his words: "Okay, eat as you say, I'll buy it for you now, you wait here for me , don’t run around, huh?”

Zhao Yang muttered a few words as if telling a child, then took the clothes on the sofa and walked out to the door.

But as soon as he walked out of the VIP room, he stopped, turned around and returned to Qu Qingge's side, his expression became a little flustered, he didn't speak, he reached out and grabbed her hand, and ran towards the door.

He was very strong, and Qu Qingge's wrist suddenly hurt, and then he was grabbed and ran away. She ran two steps behind Zhao Yang, and couldn't help but look up at the serious man. The man asked, "Zhao Yang, what's the matter? What happened?"

(End of this chapter)