A warm feeling came from the palm of his hand, and Bai Qianchi raised his hand and slapped him directly.

"Wife~" A man was in tears.

"Be honest, or go to bed on the floor."

A man became honest and started to commit suicide again after a few seconds:

"Wife, you never seem to say that you love me. You say something and I'll listen?"

"I haven't fired a gun at you yet. Do you want to give you two shots?" The knife couldn't move, thinking that her gun was not good either.

"Wife, you are so unemotional. Shouldn't you say shyly, 'I love you, my husband,'"?

Of course, the Emperor Young Master knew that this situation could not be born in Bai Qianchi, and he just liked to tease her.

"I'll pay you out and find those who are romantic."

"I don't want it, I want you." A man rubbed Bai Qianchi's chest without fear of death.

“…Stop messing, I’m so sleepy.”

"Then I won't make a noise, you go to bed." The Emperor's Young Master rubbed her waist honestly.

After a while, Bai Qianchi's breathing became even and long.

After seeing her asleep, the Emperor Shaojue slightly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

I asked someone to come up and clean up the dining car.

I called and asked my subordinates to buy medicine to disperse bruises.

After giving the order, the Emperor Young Master called Helian Chenwei.

I would like to ask if there were any traces of Tang Qixie.

Helian Chenwei's answer was no, but it was certain that Tang Qixie did not return to the imperial capital.

The Emperor hung up the phone and fell into deep thought.

I remembered Bai Qianchi's sentence just now: Will Tang Qixie be in danger?

The Emperor Young Master stood there for a full minute, and finally picked up his black coat and brought a pistol.

He came to the bed, leaned over and kissed Bai Qianchi on the forehead, and then left the room.

He closed the door and sent two subordinates to guard the door. Then the Emperor went downstairs, left the hotel, picked up the car, and left...

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Tang Qixie bent his legs and sat on the beach without any image, with the sound of waves striking in his ears.

Next to him, dozens of empty wine bottles and a few unopened bottles were scattered.

The cold-red hand on his knee was still holding half a bottle of wine.

He looked at the dark sea in front of him with a little bit of eyes.

The fishy sea breeze blew his shorts, diluting the smell of alcohol surrounding him.

His cheeks were slightly red, but not because of alcohol.

In this winter near zero, on the storm of the sea breeze, under his undry clothes, his body was almost frozen.

Tang Qixie's head was dizzy and his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't lift it up.

He struggled to deliver the bottle to his lips and raised his head to drink the wine.

The seaside was empty, and only his lonely figure was left.

The beautiful decorative lights at the beach reflected his shadow on the beach. This shadow that accompanied him made him look less lonely.

"...I didn't mean it." His dumb and painful and helpless voice sounded, but was quickly taken away by the sea breeze.

"I really didn't mean it." Tang Qixie's eyes were reddened due to high fever, or because of the pain and self-blame in his heart.

The red bloodshot in his eyes is still, which makes people feel distressed.

I really didn't mean it, I really couldn't control myself at that time, I really didn't mean it.

Tang Qixie's almost snuff sounded: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Half of the bottle of wine in his hand fell silently on the beach. He hugged his head in pain, and apologized with guilt and self-blame sounded.

Bai Qianchi's cry of despair and pain lingered in his ears at that time, and Tang Qi's heart was as if it were a knife.
Chapter completed!