The left bank is profound, the right bank is clear

Chapter 9 You are mine (3)

Qu Qingge followed this group of men who looked like bodyguards to the campus gate. Two of the men held Zhao Yang's shoulders, and the other two stood on either side of Qu Qingge, as if they were afraid that she would run away suddenly.

Aristocratic Academy of Arts, outside Yuhao’s school gate, is always full of all kinds of luxury cars, but today’s road is surprisingly spacious, only a dazzling black Bentley sports car parked quietly in the middle of the school gate .

Even passers-by who occasionally pass by automatically back away and take a detour.

In the whole world, it seemed that he was the only one left, standing alone between the heaven and the earth, surrounded by a strength that disdains everything.

Leaning lazily beside the black sports car, with his hands idly in his trouser pockets, the corners of his dark blue clothes fluttering in the wind, his weakened lips pursed, his black eyes staring in one direction, waiting for something...
Qu Qingge was not surprised to see Wen Qiyang here, because from the first time she saw him, she could feel his domineering arrogance.

I have to admit that this man is a born king, just one glance can make people subconsciously admire him.

She remembered the evaluation of him on the Internet: God-like existence.

Qu Qingge looked at Zhao Yang beside him, and bit her lips. Although she really wanted to ignore him and walk past him, but for Zhao Yang, she still walked in front of him holding her breath, and looked up at him quietly. His eyes were extremely indifferent.

He was also looking at her, but there was more playfulness in his jet-black eyes.

The two were silent for a while, and then Qu Qingge said lightly: "Wen Qiyang, let him go."

Hearing her words, Wen Qiyang raised his eyebrows lightly, only then did he notice the man who was bound by his men far behind her.

Zhao Yang's face was already covered with blood, and his eyelashes were stained with blood, and he seemed unable to open his eyes, but he still stood upright, proudly looking at the man standing in front of him.

He had the same dream for countless nights, the blood-red beach, the bloody corpses, and his mother struggling and dying in the helplessness.

Every time he was awakened by the nightmare, the only thing he did was to stare at his photo on the computer, angrily thinking about how to get close to this man and how to avenge himself.

But he never thought that the first time he met him was because of Qu Qingge, and the second time he met him was because of Qu Qingge.

Zhao Yang suddenly felt an uncontrollable anger and sorrow tearing back and forth in his chest, tearing him to keep clenching his fists, and even the wound on his wrist was cracked more deeply.

Wen Qiyang originally just glanced at him, but Ye Di, who is an eagle force, is very familiar with this bone-biting hatred and danger, so he snorted coldly, and looked at him again with narrowed eyes.

Such a familiar face!

Wen Qiyang saw the familiar resentment in his eyes, even though it was hidden deeply.

From his expression, Wen Qiyang saw burning anger, even if it was replaced by indifference.

Even the blue veins on his arms could not escape his keen gaze.

This man hates him!
He smiled sarcastically, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and took a lazily puff.

If everyone's hatred could gather like a drop of water, maybe he would have drowned long ago.

Yes!He doesn't care, he even enjoys it.

If they can defeat him!

Wen Qiyang withdrew his gaze, but instantly saw the silk scarf on Zhao Yang's head, milky white was stained red with blood, so dazzling.

Wen Qiyang looked down at Qu Qingge, a trace of hostility flashed in his black eyes.

The girl was proudly raising her head, staring at him without fear.

The white and smooth jade neck is exposed to the humid air, exuding a tempting fragrance.

The bright jade eyes are covered with a faint mist, which is stubborn and lovable.

but
Wen Qiyang doesn't like her like this.

She is so pure and charming.

He threw away the cigarette in his hand and crushed it fiercely on the ground, then quickly took off his coat, put it on her body, buttoned up all the buttons, and turned up the collar, and then carefully brushed all her long hair. After going to the back, she raised her lips in satisfaction, then looked at her for a while, then raised her hand, pinching her round chin:
"From now on, without my permission, you can't wear miniskirts, you can't wear low-cut tops, you can't wear camisoles-"

He used declarative sentences, domineeringly demanding the little woman in front of him in an imperative tone, but before he had finished listing what he couldn't do, he heard Qu Qingge indifferently interrupt him: "Wen Qiyang, what are you doing?" let him go-"

The petite woman was tightly wrapped by the large coat, and her oval-sized face was exposed, smooth and transparent, but she didn't seem to listen to what he just said, and she didn't show any anger or shy expression, this kind of indifference Wen Qiyang's feeling of comfort just now became dull again.

Wen Qiyang looked sideways at Zhao Yang, then turned back.

"you like him?"

His voice was very calm, without any special emotion, but his black eyes were fixed on Qu Qingge in front of him.

Qu Qingge didn't answer, and looked at Zhao Yang in a blink of an eye, with some complicated emotions in his eyes.

She and Zhao Yang grew up together, and the relationship is really the kind of childhood sweetheart of "Lang rides a bamboo horse, makes green plums around the bed".

For so many years, she has respected and relied on him, and even trusts and loves him as a family member, but among the thousands of emotions, only one called 'love' is missing.

It's not that she doesn't know Zhao Yang's liking for her, but she doesn't want to face it. Whenever he shows the slightest love, she will immediately pretend to be stupid and avoid it. As time goes by, he doesn't ask.

But today, when he was injured, Wen Qiyang helped him ask this question, looking at Zhao Yang's expectant yet fearful eyes, Qu Qingge couldn't bear to say a negative word.

"Ok?"

(End of this chapter)