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Chapter 92 Chapter 092: Unable to Face

"..." On the other side of the phone, Xiu Ya was silent.

And this silence is tantamount to acquiescence to Qin Muyang, and he still doesn't want to hear his explanation and objection.

"Let me tell you, no—no!" Qin Muyang threw the phone out with a snap, turned to look at the brightly lit opposite side, and threw out the empty wine glass in his hand.Carrying only half of the wine bottle left, he grabbed the car keys and staggered out.

Qin Muyang sat in front of the car and threw the empty bottle far away.There was a clearing on the lawn, but there was a bang.Qin Muyang didn't care either, he got up awkwardly with his hands on the ground, and staggered towards the cab.

"Qin Muyang."

A soft and crisp voice drifted into his ears, Qin Muyang patted his head with his hands, shook his head vigorously, and continued to reach out to open the car door.

"Qin Muyang, you're drunk, you can't drive."

This time the voice was closer, and this time Qin Muyang could hear clearly that it was indeed Bao'er's voice.Qin Muyang couldn't help tightening his hand holding the car door, and stood stiffly on the spot but didn't dare to turn his head.

The sound of the wheelchair rolling over the lawn was like a knife cutting the skin, approaching one sound at a time, and his heart ached inch by inch.

Qin Muyang suddenly turned around and looked at Bao'er struggling to shake the wheelchair, with a small face under the starry sky, looking stubborn and serious.

"What are you doing here? This road is not easy to walk." Qin Muyang strode over with red eyes, bent down and grabbed her hands that controlled the wheelchair.

Looking at the delicate hands that could only hold drawing pens, calluses were born due to long-term manipulation of the wheelchair, and even the knuckles became thick due to long-term exertion.Qin Muyang choked up for a while, and held her hand vigorously, rubbing it back and forth, but he lowered his eyes and couldn't look at her eyes.

"What's the matter with you? Qin Muyang, I'm worried about you like this." Pei Bao looked up at him, with a little worry in his soft voice.

"No, it's just that I'm in a bad mood. You'll be fine after a night of sleep. Don't worry." Qin Muyang suppressed his emotions and said in a low voice.

"I'm in a bad mood...Qin Muyang, is that the reason why I scared you today? Or is it because Mr. Su and the others make things difficult for you and embarrass you?" Pei Baoer bit her lip and asked in a low voice.

"It's neither, it has nothing to do with you." Qin Muyang squatted down in front of her, pulled her hands around his neck, looked at her with heavy eyes and said seriously: "Bao'er, I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do. Get you all right."

"Just now... did you see that I lost my temper at home?" Pei Bao'er lowered her head slightly.

"Yes." Qin Muyang nodded.

"You don't want to see me lose my temper, so you don't answer Xiao Lan;'s call, and then... you call Xiu Ya..." Pei Bao'er twitched the corners of her mouth, with a sad smile on her face: "I see , I won’t lose my temper in the future.”

"No, it's not because of you." Qin Muyang looked at her and said loudly.

Pei Bao'er pulled the corners of her mouth vigorously, trying to smile and say it's okay, but she couldn't help but shed tears——in this world, there has never been anyone who can tolerate and tolerate everything about her like her parents.

But... what does that matter.

She didn't have much expectation for the future, she just felt a little sorry for Qin Muyang, he gave her the best care, but she gave him the worst temper.

"Bao'er, don't cry." Qin Muyang leaned over and hugged her hard, buried his face in her neck, but tears soaked her clothes.

Pei Bao'er patted his waist lightly, but his eyes were blankly looking at the starry night sky, and he felt an inexplicable emptiness in his heart.

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Qin Muyang sent Bao'er back to the villa, and the living room where Bao'er threw it like a battlefield has been tidied up.Bao'er saw Zhang Ma and Xiaolan who were still busy in the middle of the night, and Adang who had been afraid to go to sleep, and laughed at herself: "I'm so naive, I let them follow me so that I can't sleep in the middle of the night."

"They get paid to do things, and taking good care of you is their main job, there is nothing wrong with it." After drinking, Qin Muyang, the young master's temper suddenly showed, his usual gentleness and modesty, compared with the class distinction at this time , which is somewhat unacceptable.

Pei Bao'er clearly saw that Mama Zhang's hands paused for a while, and continued to work as if nothing happened.

Pei Baoer stretched out her hand to press the wheelchair, pulled Qin Muyang who was pushing the cart to the front, looked at him seriously and said, "I never thought so, Mama Zhang, Xiaolan and Ah Dang are the closest to me. family."

"And then?" Qin Muyang's expression darkened.

"I think you should think so too. You can't treat them as servants who take money to do things." Pei Baoer said seriously.

"Sometimes, the feeling in my heart is one thing, but the fact is another. Bao'er, you can be naive, but I can't." Qin Muyang turned around and walked behind her, pushing the wheelchair and continuing to walk towards the elevator: "Okay, You are in a bad mood tonight, and I drank too much, so let's stop arguing about other people's affairs."

"Then did you tell the truth after drinking?" Pei Bao'er pressed down hard on the wheelchair, not allowing him to push it any more.

"Are you going to argue with me for my words today, right?" Qin Muyang couldn't help being annoyed, his voice became louder unconsciously, but when he yelled out, even he was startled .

　After all, a person's good temper is limited. Bao'er doesn't know how to understand Qin Muyang, let alone understand his current sadness and exhaustion; Together, when facing Boa, the emotions are also complicated.

　　I don't know if there is a vague blame deep in his heart: If it weren't for Bao'er, his parents might not be as unscrupulous as they are now?
　　Human emotions are very complicated, who knows.

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