The left bank is profound, the right bank is clear

Chapter 73 Peaceful Coexistence, No Way! (2)

Wen Qiyang glanced at Butler He, and said coldly, "Drive her off." After speaking, he sat back on the sofa, holding an exquisite tea set, and kept drinking tea.

Steward He trotted behind Qu Qingge, and said respectfully, "Madam, wait a moment, I'll send someone to drive you off."

Qu Qingge stopped in her tracks, took a deep breath, her eyes were cold, she turned around and said seriously: "I'm not my wife, and - please get out of the way!"

"But sir—"

"Please get out of the way—" Qu Qingge interrupted him.

Steward He wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at Wen Qiyang with a cold face, and then at Qu Qingge who was indifferent, neither advancing nor retreating.

Miss Qu usually looks docile like a cat, but when she gets angry, she is also proud and indifferent like a Persian cat.

"Let her go—" On the sofa, Wen Qiyang said in a timely manner, and there was a icy chill in the air.

Next to him, a maid filled Wen Qiyang's cup with tea cup after cup. There were a little sweat on his head, and his face was a little pale.

It wasn't because the speed at which the husband drank tea made her feel overwhelmed and flustered.It was the intimidating and cold aura emanating from the husband, which made her breathless.

Suddenly, her fingers went numb, and the poured tea overflowed the cup, flowed along the transparent table to the floor, and splashed on Wen Qiyang's trouser legs.

"You—" Wen Qiyang suddenly stood up.

When the maid heard his voice, she immediately knelt on the ground in shock and apologized tremblingly: "I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry, please forgive me!"

Qu Qingge's inexplicable departure had already made him extremely depressed, and now his trouser legs were stained with tea stains, he waved his hands irritably: "Pull her down, from this moment on, don't let me see her."

She was fired!

Because of a drop of tea!
The maid was paralyzed on the ground, and there was a seriously ill mother at home, and a younger brother who was going to school. She couldn't lose this job, absolutely not.

The maid knelt on the ground, crying and begging: "Sir, please forgive me once, please! Please—"

Although the other maids were very sympathetic to what happened to her, facing the irritability of the husband at this time, they were all as frightened as they were, keeping their heads down and doing the things in their hands carefully, for fear that there would be a slight mistake and they would become the next ones to be fired .

Qu Qingge, who had already walked to the door, heard the pitiful begging sounds behind her, she suddenly turned around and walked to the sofa.

"Get up!" Qu Qingge said flatly, looking down at the maid who was kneeling on the ground with tears on her face.

The maid looked at Wen Qiyang, then Qu Qingge, and finally lowered her head, sobbing softly.

Qu Qingge sighed, looking at her cowardly under the fence, suddenly felt a little sad for her misfortune and angry for her indisputable emotion.

In the past, she also begged for sympathy in such a humble way, and even prayed for her own father. However, since that rainy night, she understood that not everyone will sympathize with the weak. Tears will only make the weak more humble and lose their standing. The courage to stand up.

"Get up!" There was a sullen chill in her tone.

As she said that, she pulled up the maid on the floor and dragged her behind her. She raised her head and looked at Wen Qiyang, who was more than 20 centimeters taller than her, who was silently looking down at her.

After a moment of silence, a glint of pain flashed in her eyes, which was quickly replaced by indifference.

"Mr. Wen, if you are always used to being superior and treating everyone as your accessory, and you can control other interests and freedom according to your mood, then I am sorry to tell you that you will never be able to get what you say. of peaceful coexistence.”

After finishing speaking, she picked up the teapot on the table, held the handle with one finger, and tilted it so that the tea inside flowed down the spout.

The light green liquid hit the glass table straight, splashing countless small water droplets, crystal clear.

In the water drops, there are two equally handsome faces.

a grim.

An indifferent.

(End of this chapter)