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Chapter 88 Wen Qiyang's Violence (2)

"Mr. Wen, please spare me this time. These photos were taken by me because I was obsessed with ghosts for a while, thinking that I could gain attention. They are all fake, all fake."

Qu Qingge finished drinking the juice in the glass, glanced coldly at the magazine on the floor, and then looked coldly at Wen Qiyang.

Suddenly, I feel very depressed. The two bodyguards are threatening and bloody. What are they doing?Do it for her?Let her know it's all for her?

With a bang, she stood up from the sofa.

"I still have classes, so I don't have time to watch you play oboe here."

As she said that, she walked towards the door, and the two bodyguards and Jin Xin took a step back respectfully to make way for her.

Wen Qiyang squeezed Qu Qingge's wrist, his eyes sharpened, and he said coldly: "You still think I'm acting? Believe it or not, I'll make him disappear in this world immediately."

As soon as the words fell, a bodyguard quickly took out a guy who could only be seen on TV, and put it on Ji Ji's head.

Qu Qingge turned cold and looked up in shock.

"Are you threatening me?" She sneered, "Don't you know that I, Qu Qingge, are cold-blooded?"

The reporter who was paralyzed on the ground threw himself in front of Qu Qingge frantically, with tears and sweat mixed on his face, he grabbed Qu Qingge's ankle as if he was grabbing the last straw.

"Miss Qu, save me, save me, Ye Di - I don't want to die, I was wrong, I apologize to you, listen to my explanation!" He screamed hysterically.

Qu Qingge looked down at him, his filthy eyes were filled with horror, and there was a trace of uncertain expectation in the twinkling tears.She frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable.

Could it be that Wen Qiyang really knows-?
Forehead?
She never believed it.

but--

between her hesitation
There was a loud "bang——" accompanied by a scream
The smell of cold people nauseating all over the house.

The palm of the reporter's hand holding Qu Qingge's ankle was stained bright red, and deep red blood splashed all over Qu Qingge's trouser leg.

The jet-black pupils shrank rapidly, showing a coldness.

How could he allow another man's hand to touch his beloved woman.

Wen Qiyang went up, raised his leg, and kicked the reporter who was rolling under Qu Qingge aside.

The sound of pain followed one wave after another.

Wen Qiyang winked, and the two bodyguards dragged the reporter out of the office by the arm.

On the black marble, the blood-red imprint has been stained for a long time...

Qu Qingge was stunned, his empty pupils slowly dilated, filled with endless panic.

The horrific gunshots, screams, and the smell of blood seem to be far away from her in the sky, and she feels frightened as if she is close at hand.

She felt cold all over, every pore stood up, and her hairs were icy.

Wen Qiyang pinched her chin, staring at her with cold eyes, sharp as arrows.

"Are you scared?" He brushed against Qu Qingge's cold face, his movements were as gentle as two people.

Yes!

She is afraid!

A deep fear!

The man in front of him was like a devil in the dark, with a strong hostility.

Wen Qiyang held her shoulders and rubbed her into his arms fiercely, wishing to rub her into his bones.

He bowed his head and kissed her pale lips lightly, with obsession, domineering and a sense of punishment.

Qu Qingge didn't respond, didn't resist, and didn't feel anything.

Now she, like a puppet, knows nothing except the black fear in her mind.

After a long time, he left her mellow cherry lips and nibbled on her small earlobe.

The pain made her regain some intuition, and she looked at him quietly.

"Don't try to challenge my limits, I love you... and likewise, you can only belong to me."

(Dear friends, there are many illegal words and paragraphs in this chapter that are not allowed to appear, they have been harmonized, and some fragments can only be vaguely passed)

(End of this chapter)