When Ou Qing heard this title, he was stunned. Then he looked at Huo Tingxiao again, with a bit of provocation in his expression. He even reached out to grab Chen Qingqing's waist, and Chen Qingqing did not hide, but just let Ou Qing hold himself in his arms.

"Mr. Xu, I'll give you an afternoon to pack your own things. I will go back to Shen's house in the afternoon and have a break from you!"

After saying that, Chen Qingqing held Ou Qing's arm, turned around and walked out with steps. Huo Tingxiao looked at the traces that disappeared from her sight, as if she was walking out of her life.

He stepped forward a few steps to block Chen Qingqing's way, "Qingqing, give me some time, let's have a good talk? I..."

"I have nothing to say to you!" Chen Qingqing bent her lips and smiled.

She stood like that, looking at the man standing in front of her.

The man had a pair of deep eyes, a high nose bridge, a thin lips pursed tightly, and a well-tailed handmade suit made him look so extraordinary. He stood in front of everyone, not caring about the exploratory eyes of others.

Just look at the woman standing in front of her.

The thing called missing flows into his heart and then spreads throughout his body along his blood.

The brilliant light shone in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the ground was shining brightly.

Huo Tingxiao's cold and deep eyes stared at Chen Qingqing quietly, and the deepest regret and self-blame in his heart were condensed in his ink-colored eyes.

He stretched out his hand, but his hand trembled slightly, and it could not fall on the thin cheek of the woman in front of him.

"Qingqing..."

When Chen Qingqing heard the voice, her expression became indifferent and alienated when she looked up.

Huo Tingxiao's face looked a little unreal under the light. His handsome body was still arrogant and handsome, and his eyebrows exuded a natural domineering spirit between his eyebrows.

"What does Mr. Huo want to say to me?" Chen Qingqing looked at the man in front of her and said calmly, "I want to ask me, why am I not dead?"

Huo Tingxiao looked at her steadily, his eyes moving for a moment. In his eyes, the passionate love became stronger and stronger.

His voice was a hint of choking and hoarseness: "Qingqing, no, it's not like this..."

"If this is not the case, then what does Mr. Huo mean?" Chen Qingqing said calmly, as if she was talking about something extremely ordinary, without any sorrow or joy.

"Qingqing, it's good that you haven't died, it's good that you haven't died!" Huo Tingxiao had not recovered from such shock, so he could only say this intermittently.

Chen Qingqing didn't say anything, just stood quietly, without giving him a wink.

Seeing her like this, Huo Tingxiao couldn't help but lower his head. Qingqing hated him for what he should do, and that was it. But when he thought of her cold eyes, he still felt uncomfortable, but then he thought that five years ago, he treated Qingqing like that, even worse than now.

At that time, how did Qingqing persevere?

Every time she compromised, he thought it was her guilt, but he didn't know that it was Qingqing's indulgence on him, and he pushed Qingqing further again and again.

"Qingqing, you won't forgive me, right?" Huo Tingxiao's voice was trembling so low that it was unreasonable, and it also had a bit of self-deprecating. "It's also true. If you don't forgive me, it's also true..."
Chapter completed!