It makes sense to grab a marriage: don't mess with the savage wife

Chapter 365 The right hand is useless (3)

Song Qingyi still didn't respond.

The expression on Ning Yangui's face became even more distorted.

Years of patience have distorted his heart just like his current expression.

He walked over and grabbed Song Qingyi's collar fiercely: "Song Qingyi, talk!" He yelled at Song Qingyi loudly.

The floor they are on is the VIP ward floor, and the wards are all independent and soundproof.

Although some nurses passed by and wanted to stop them, they did not dare to go forward.

Both are men with outstanding looks, but they have a strong aura, and their emotions are very intense.

The flames of war are spreading silently, and it seems that as long as there is a little more force, it can be triggered instantly.

After Ning Yangui finished speaking, he stared fixedly at Song Qingyi, his eyes were wide open, and the hatred in his eyes was so deep that he was drowned.

For so many years, Ning Yangui and Song Qingyi have never been so close.

Song Qingyi was stunned for a moment. This man who was two years younger than him was actually a quarter of his blood relationship...

only……

As if thinking of something again, Song Qingyi finally spoke: "Why do you think... why do I hate you..."

Ning Yangui's eyes were already wide open, but after hearing what he said, they widened even further: "What?"

"In this world, there is nothing that I want to know but can't know." Song Qing looked at Ning Yan with a look down on his face, arrogant and unpredictable.

"Of course, there will be things that I don't want to know...but I know, do you want to know what it is?" Song Qingyi suddenly smiled, but his eyes were bleak.

Ning Yangui listened to his words with unclear meaning, but suddenly froze his body, let go of his collar, and took two steps back as if suddenly losing strength.

It seems to have been hit hard.
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Ning Yangui had been gone for a long time, Song Qingyi still stood where he was and didn't move.

It wasn't until Mo Qing came out from the inside that she saw Song Qingyi's distraught look at a glance.

There was already a pile of cigarette butts on the ground.

"You treat me as the Song family here, and you can do whatever you want. Smoking is not allowed in the hospital, don't you know?" Mo Qing said while reaching out to pinch the cigarette in his hand.

"Hey, what are you pretending to be dead, but talk." Mo Qing stood opposite Song Qingyi, and turned his head slightly to look at Song Qingyi who ignored him.

Song Qingyi lightly patted the non-existing dust on the clothes, then looked up at Mo Qing, and opened his mouth: "She..."

He only spoke one word and said nothing more.

Of course Mo Qing knew what Song Qingyi meant by that word, but she just raised her eyebrows and continued to stare at him.

"How is she?" Song Qing finally asked with difficulty.

Speaking of Yu Chiguang, Mo Qing couldn't help but sighed, took out a pack of cigarettes from his white coat, lit it and smoked it, completely forgetting that he had taught Song Qingyi a lesson just now.

He first took a deep breath, and then slowly said: "Wake up."

The voice fell, and the surrounding was silent again.

It wasn't until Mo Qing smoked half of the cigarette that Song Qingyi suddenly let out a "hmm", and then said, "Give me one."

Mo Qing took out another cigarette and handed Song Qing one.

Two men stood in the corridor, puffing away, silently.

After a long time, Mo Qing squinted his eyes and turned to look at Song Qingyi, and asked him: "It was you who made the move..." He didn't go on with the rest.

Song Qingyi froze in vain, the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground.

Mo Qing sighed lightly.

(End of this chapter)