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Chapter 783 The Marriage After Four Years (13)

Wen Qiyang's voice suddenly became vicious and vicious, and one could feel how his hatred turned into blood from between the lines.

Just now, Qu Qingge was worried about Qu Zhengyang's end, but suddenly he was overwhelmed by self-mockery and sadness.

She only knew that Qu Zhengyang brought Qu Tiantian to the house to force the palace that day, but she didn't dare to think about it, so he was involved in all these things.

People say that the poison of a tiger does not eat its offspring.

But Qu Zhengyang was able to frame his own daughter with one plot after another.

This man had already died in Qu Qingge's heart, and now when she heard that he was really gone, apart from a little bit of wanting to cry and laugh, there was no trace of reluctance in her heart.

Looking at Qu Qingge's expression, Wen Qiyang didn't dare to say anything more. He just raised his hand, gently pulled her shoulders, and tried to hug her into his arms. He felt that the little woman didn't resist anymore. The Youyou said: "Ge'er, can you forgive me? Go back with me, take our daughter, and let's start again, okay?"

Qu Qingge trembled in his arms, lowered her head, Wen Qiyang still couldn't see her expression clearly.

After a while, the little girl in her arms moved, raised her hand and gently pushed Wen Qiyang's chest.

Her expression was so indifferent, and a mist began to fill her eyes again. She looked so erratic, which made Wen Qiyang's heart flutter, and even his nerves tensed up.

He still wanted to call her 'wife', but before he could say anything, he saw Qu Qingge slightly raised his lowered head, and shook his head at him.

His heart immediately fell to the bottom.

She looked at him, her eyes flickered, and she regained her composure: "Wen Qiyang, as you said, if you miss it, you miss it, Qu Tiantian, we can't pretend that those things never happened, even if we go back, our At the bottom of my heart, there is a wound, no matter how well it heals, there are still scars."

It's like, if a broken mirror is forced to reunite, there are cracks, and if it is forced to be covered with water, it will be stained.

I can't go back to that pure and purest first love.

The most helpless sentence: never go back.
Qu Qingge took a deep breath, she didn't dare to look at Wen Qiyang's expression again, and tried her best to let herself cut out the troubles that had been entangled for many years, her words were so calm, as if she had seen it through, without any impulse, After careful consideration, she elaborated on a practical matter: "Wen Qiyang, I just want to raise Ya Ya well now. The happiness I get from love is just too extravagant for me."

“温祁扬，我爱过你，恨过你，疼过，痛过，最厉害的时候，甚至扑上去把你狠狠的揍一顿，把你揍死得了，可是，到现在，终归只是一个' Over' word."

Passed. Passed.
But he couldn't grasp it, seeing the quicksand passing away in the palm of his hand, and the vows faded away like fleeting years.

In this love, he is right, and she is also right.

It's just that the two of them are not firm enough.

She was not strong enough to love him, so she chose her mother; he was not strong enough to love her, so she chose to hurt.

It's like a dream, just a futile entanglement.

Qu Qingge felt that she was very tired. Ever since she met Wen Qiyang, she hadn't been at peace for a day, as if her whole life of love and hatred, crying, laughing and mourning had all been exhausted in these few years.

(End of this chapter)