"Thank you." Chen Qingqing still thanked Huo Tingxiao.

"Qingqing, you hate me so much, right?" Huo Tingxiao asked softly, his voice cautiously.

Hate it?

What is love and hate?

Chen Qingqing's indifferent and clear eyes fell on Huo Tingxiao. After looking at it for a long time, the man in front of him was no longer the handsome boy under the old banyan tree of the Shen family back then.

After so many things, she had long been unable to tell whether she loved Huo Tingxiao or the arrogant boy back then.

"Do you know what I hate the most in the years I was in prison?" The off-white cashmere shawl fell on her shoulders. Her eyes looked at Huo Tingxiao quietly, and the corners of her lips curled. "Every day, sitting in a large place and watching the sun shine through the narrow gaps in the window, I knew that a new day was coming, and I had to face the beatenness of those people..."

"At that time, I was still very naive. I wondered if you would suddenly appear in front of me, hugged me and said, Qingqing, I'm here to pick you up home... So I waited for a long time, but you never came."

When Chen Qingqing talked about these things, she was very calm, just like she was telling other people's stories. Even the smile on the corners of her lips was faint, making people unable to see joy and anger.

"Huo Tingxiao, what I hate the most is not that you didn't see me, nor that I was beaten up every day, nor that I was ruined... What I most is the despair when Ayan was critically ill, when I called you over and over again, and you were with me at that time... Xu Youran..."

Chen Qingqing's voice was faint, but it also revealed resentment.

Huo Tingxiao never expected Chen Qingqing to mention A Yan like this, and her whole body stood there as if she was struck by lightning, muttering her name, "Qingqing..."

"So, don't tell me anything about hatred or hate. I'm not interested. If you really think I hate you, then you will die. Only when you die will Ayan rest in peace, do you understand?"

After saying that, Chen Qingqing left in high heels, leaving only a cold and beautiful back for him.

"This woman Chen Qingqing is really ungrateful. You are so eager to make her pay attention to Sheng Weiran. How dare she show your face?" Zong Ye walked out of the male bathroom on the other side.

He had actually been standing behind a long time ago. He wanted to go up and say hello, but when he heard Chen Qingqing talking to Huo Tingxiao in a cold voice, he didn't dare to come out.

Huo Tingxiao did not answer him, but just stood there in a daze. After a long time, he spoke in a mute voice, "Have you been looking for someone to follow Sheng Weiran?"

"Damn, Huo Tingxiao, everyone wants you to die, you still have to hurry up like this? Besides, do you need to worry about Ou Qing around him? Besides, Sheng Weiran's bomb was caused by Ou Qing. Do you care about your nonsense? Do you use you as a good gentleman?" Zong Ye was so angry that he was a little unscrupulous.

"She can hurt anyone, but Qingqing can't." Huo Tingxiao said lightly, turning his head, his phoenix eyes cold, "If Qingqing has something wrong, I will tell Lin Su Nian that if you take care of a lover in Huanyu Entertainment, it can be considered as eliminating harm to the people."

"Damn, Huo Tingxiao, if a friend doesn't take you like this, it's better to demolish a temple than destroy a marriage!"

"Oh? Do you care about this marriage?" said Huo Tingxiao.

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Zong Ye looked at Huo Tingxiao with a cold face angrily, and he was completely in a bad mood. He just caught him once, and he really had to be a cow for him.

If Chen Qingqing appreciated the favor, he would not care.

The key is that he did so much, and he was the only one who moved him.

What is he trying to do this?

Finally, he was defeated and said in a cold voice, "Don't worry, if Chen Qingqing is injured by Sheng Weiran tonight, I'll give you my head, okay!"
Chapter completed!