Douluo's Peerless Reincarnation

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Qiao Yiwei was pushed away by Ning Qinghong.

Caught off guard. She was pushed onto the sofa and fell hard, but the softness of the sofa prevented her from being injured.

There was a slight flush on her cheeks, and she rested a small white hand on the sofa. She looked at Ning Qinghong with a painful expression in surprise: "Qinghong, what are you talking about? What is not me?"

For a moment, she didn't know what was happening.

Ning Qinghong's narrow eyes flashed with hatred for a moment, but he did not reply.

With one hand, he pressed hard on his throbbing stomach.

The stomach that had been aching a while ago was now like a beast coming out of its gate, overwhelming and overwhelming.

Dense beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his lips turned pale, and he was about to convulse in pain.

But ignored.

Ning Qinghong stood up. The man's slender and handsome figure was like a bamboo, and his nine-point home pants revealed his delicate ankles. He stumbled toward the room.

"Qinghong, what's wrong with you?" Qiao Yiwei hesitated for a while. She looked at Ning Qinghong's back. He was far away from her and could not see her in his eyes.

Who was he looking at just now?

Suddenly, she stood up from the sofa, stepped on her high heels, took a few steps up, and eagerly stretched out her thin white hands from his lean waist.

Hugged him tightly.

"Qinghong, what's wrong with you?"

Her soft and sweet voice seemed to suppress her crying. She seemed to be frightened by Ning Qinghong like this, but she still had to endure being considerate, "What happened, tell me, we will face it together, we...we are an unmarried couple." , isn’t it?”

Ning Qinghong listened at first without moving or speaking.

I heard the words "unmarried couple".

His pain suddenly contracted and then amplified sharply. pb

He laughed silently, raised his hand, his big and handsome hand, extremely slow and powerful: "Yiwei, let me go."

One finger at a time, she opened Qiao Yiwei's little hand that was holding his waist tightly.

"Qinghong." Seeing that her hand was about to be broken open, Qiao Yiwei's beautiful eyes widened with disbelief. She wanted to hold her hand tighter, but it was useless. Ning Qinghong was usually gentle, but now he became strong, and her efforts were in vain. Has no effect.

He forcefully opened Qiao Yiwei's hand.

Ning Qinghong stumbled towards the bedroom with a pale face.

After entering, he casually turned his hand back and leaned against the door panel. He seemed to have suddenly lost all strength and slowly collapsed on the floor.

One long leg was bent, and the other was straight. He grabbed his hair with the long fingers of one hand, and covered his fragile and roaring stomach with the other hand.

His whole body was filled with the smell of pain.

*

Qiao Yiwei watched helplessly as Ning Qinghong shook off her hand and entered the bedroom.

In the quiet living room, she could hear him locking the door.

Shutting her out of the room as a precaution.

However, they are obviously an unmarried couple.

why?

Why is this happening, why does Qinghong treat her like this.

Qiao Yiwei glanced at the key she had just put on the table, the key she used to open the apartment door.

She asked Qinghong for the key several times and gave it to her after she had no choice but to give it to her.

She had seen Ning Qinghong look like that just now, drinking so much wine and smelling of alcohol all over his body. That was the night when he and Gu Suiran broke up.

Breaking up with Gu casually...

Does Qinghong's drinking this time have something to do with Gu Suiran?

Qiao Yiwei felt that she had guessed correctly.

Her thin shoulders suddenly trembled, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably. One hand covered the lips that had just been kissed by Ning Qinghong.

The crystal tears wetted her long eyelashes and fell down her beautiful face...

Extraordinarily lovely.

*

Gu casually hung up Ning Qinghong's phone and cut it off decisively.

However, at the moment when the cell phone call was cut off.

She suddenly felt empty, staring at the empty point in the air, the black night was frighteningly dark.

Even my heart became empty.

Standing on the wall near the window, her eyes widened slightly, as if she was wondering why she could talk to Ning Qinghong so calmly just now.

She smiled but seemed to be crying.

With a slender and petite body, she staggered twice and leaned against the cold wall behind her.

Supported by the wall, she slowly slid down.

Gu casually curled up his legs, her cell phone was thrown aside casually, and her two slender white hands hugged her knees.

She buried her face between her legs, her slender shoulders trembling slightly.

*

The old man stood at the door of the bedroom, standing motionless.

As long as she talked on the phone, he stood and watched.

Seeing her so excited, she looked like she was about to break down and say something to the actor and actress on the other end.

Now, a man is sitting there.

A small group, like an abandoned kitten, lonely and pitiful.

Fu Changye stared calmly with his black eyes. There was originally a coldness in his eyes, but now he suddenly felt irritable.

A lonely little girl, alone there.

A part of his heart softened, and then, the anger in his heart just now, which was similar to jealous anger, suddenly couldn't be brought out anymore.

The old man frowned slightly and took a step forward.

With a few long steps, he walked up to the little girl.

He looked at her from top to bottom, his dark eyes deep and introverted, unable to tell.

"Little gold master." The man called out in a low voice.

The little girl hugged herself into a ball and didn't move or answer.

The old man's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly, and he patiently called out again: "Little money master."

Twice in a row, Gu Suiran didn't respond.

"Little benefactor."

The old man called her three times.

"What are you doing?" Gu Suiran's voice was muffled, as if he was crying, "Leave me alone, go into the bedroom."

In the darkness, she bundled herself up tightly, as if she was isolated from him.

An old man cannot enter her world at this moment.

Fu Changye didn't like this feeling very much.

The tall and straight body squatted down, and he stretched out his hand to pick her up. In the dark night, there seemed to be a sigh: "You were the one who asked me to sleep on the sofa just now, and now I am entering the bedroom. What does the little benefactor want from me?"

The movement of the old man's big hands was gentle, but too tough to refuse, and he picked the person up from the ground: "The ground is cold, little benefactor, please don't sit down."

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