The left bank is profound, the right bank is clear

Chapter 724 Forced to abdicate, abdicate? (twenty three)

　Wen Qiyang heard footsteps and raised his eyes to look at the two people in front of him.

　Qu Qingge lowered his head, his shoulders trembled slightly, his lips were tightly pressed together, and he didn't seem to even raise his eyes to look at him.

　Feeling her fear, Zhao Yang glanced sideways at her and shook her hand.

　The two of them are like lovers who will live and die together even if they are separated.

　Wen Qiyang's eyes darkened, and a flame suddenly ignited in his heart.

　After rubbing the quilt in his hand, he stood up straight and walked towards them gracefully.

　Qu Qingge felt that his icy breath was gradually approaching him, so he raised his head and glanced at Wen Qiyang, his lips trembled: "Wen Qiyang, me."

　But before she finished speaking, Wen Qiyang glanced at her viciously, then without saying a word, turned around and raised his fist to punch Zhao Yang's face.

　The strength under the rage directly beat Zhao Yang, who was also tall, to the ground.

　Qu Qingge was so frightened that he lost his voice and shouted: "Wen Qiyang, stop."

　But when Wen Qiyang heard her words, he became even more angry, ignored her at all, raised his hand again, and punched Zhao Yang in the face again.

　Qu Qingge came back to his senses, seeing that Wen Qiyang could not be stopped, he hurried to Zhao Yang's side, wanting to bend down to help him up, but before he could bend down, he saw Wen Qiyang winking at the bodyguard beside him.

Two of them received the order, and immediately stretched out their hands to pull Qu Qingge away from Zhao Yang's side, and stopped him.

　Without Qu Qingge's obstruction, Wen Qiyang's movements became smoother. Seeing Zhao Yang's silence, he smiled at Qu Qingge, as if to reassure her.

And the little woman beside him received his expression, and she really didn't say a word honestly, she just shed tears silently.

The tacit understanding between the two is self-evident.

Seeing this, Wen Qiyang became even more furious, raised his foot and kicked Zhao Yang's shoulder fiercely.

　The air ticket in Zhao Yang's pocket fell to the ground with this kick.

　Wen Qiyang bent over and picked up the plane ticket on the ground, bent his lips and smiled: "Italy..."

　He stopped punching and kicking Zhao Yang, stretched out his hands to straighten his somewhat messy collar, picked up the ticket, turned around and walked to Qu Qingge's side.

　Qu Qingge watched Zhao Yang's mouth dripping with blood, Junya's face was already red and swollen, her lips trembled, and her complexion became even paler. She turned her eyes and glanced at Wen Qiyang. Thinking that he was going to slap her too, she subconsciously closed her eyes.

　However, Wen Qiyang's hand gently brushed her cheek, and then with a sudden force with his fingertips, he pinched her chin fiercely, raised her head, and when Qu Qingge opened his eyes, he saw the bottom of his eyes Burning raging fire.

　Even so, Wen Qiyang laughed out loud, with a gloomy tone: "Why, my heart hurts, look, Ge'er is crying."

　After finishing speaking, he wiped his fingers along her tears, the whole movement was slow and gentle, just as Qu Qingge was about to say something, he saw Wen Qiyang's eyes tightened, and he held two wrinkled sheets in his palm The ticket flew towards Qu Qingge's face.

　"Want to go, follow Zhao Yangyuan and fly high, Qu Qingge, let me tell you, as long as I don't let you go, you don't want to go anywhere."

　
　
(End of this chapter)