Before Du Yuechen could say his thanks, the other party had already hung up the phone in a hurry. Perhaps, he just didn't want to thank him, and didn't want to pull him further away from Qing, so he was in such a hurry.
When Du Jiechen opened the door and walked into Qingge's room, the whole room was dark, and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. In the past, every time he came, no matter how late, he would see a lamp here, emitting dim light. Now
, it’s pitch dark here, is she turning off the light in her heart, or is she still blaming him for treating her like he did last time?
He stretched out his hand in fear, until he saw her sleeping face quietly under the dim light, he felt a little relieved. Her eyes were swollen, obviously she had been crying for a long time, and her whole face was crying like a big tabby cat. That bowl of ginger tea
It has cooled down and is placed on the dressing table intact.
He subconsciously reached out and touched her forehead, making sure she didn't have a fever before quickly retracting his hand. Recently, he couldn't control himself more and more. As long as it had something to do with her, he couldn't help but care and care.
What she was most afraid of was that he would turn around without paying attention, and she would stand behind him with a face filled with grief and tears.
So don’t stand somewhere where I can’t see you, cry secretly or feel sad secretly by yourself. You can beg me and rely on me. As long as you say it out loud, I am the omnipotent Du Fuchen!
When he said this, he felt guilty. No matter how omnipotent he was, could he return her innocence to her? Can he save her father's life? Can he stop her from being sad or sad? Can he?
Did he tell her that he acquired her father's company? No, he didn't have the courage, fearing that she would leave without hesitation.
No, nothing, he can't do anything.
"Am I wrong? We shouldn't have met!" His faint words were filled with a man's sigh and helplessness.
Xia Qingge's home is a small two-story single-family villa in a suburb not far from the city center. His father was also the head of the group at that time, so the economic conditions were naturally not bad. Later, the company closed down, and her family also
Declined.
She opened the door and looked at the home that used to be full of laughter and laughter. Now it stood lifeless on this hillside. She walked in and walked in with expectation, thinking that she would be greeted by her mother's gentle murmur and her father's hearty voice.
Laughing, they would say to her: "Qingge, you're back from school", "Qingge, mom has made some food, come and eat."
Her hands caressed the small table where they had sat together to eat inch by inch, her vision blurred by tears. She looked up and seemed to see her father looking at her kindly, stroking her silky hair, and smiling at her.
She said: "Qingge, are you back?"
Dad, I'm back. Dad, where have you been? Why didn't you come to see Qingge? Where have you been? She ran over and couldn't wait to run to her father, thinking that she could hold him firmly, but no
Let him leave you alone again.
"Dad? Dad?" came her panicked cry, mournful and shrill, mixed with intermittent cries.
"Did you see my dad? He was sitting here just now. He smiled at me and asked me, Qingge, you are back. Have you seen him? Have you?" Her thin and cold body fell.
Entering Du Yuechen's thick and warm arms. He just heard her shout, Du Yuechen, who had been standing outside the house, rushed in without thinking, and as soon as he opened the door, he caught Qinge's hurried body.
.
"Have you seen him? He was just sitting here, really."
"Well, I saw it, I saw it, don't get excited, don't get excited." He hugged her tighter, wanting to give her warmth.
Qingge was in his arms, shouting and beating, and his fists landed on his thick chest: "You lied to me, you have been lying to me, he will never come back at all, he abandoned me and my mother
, and don’t care about us anymore. Why did you lie to me, why, Du Qiaochen? Didn’t you say that my mother’s condition was very stable? Didn’t you say that she was well taken care of? Just tell me, tell me!”
"I have nothing to say." Du Qiaochen let her tear and beat him, but would not let go of her body.
"You bastard." A slap and five clear fingerprints fell on his face.
Qingge stepped back in disbelief. She hit Du Liaochen? But when she hit him, why was she the one crying?
She backed away, thinking that Du Jiaochen would pick her up angrily and throw her to the ground, just like last time, he threw her on the bed. But why was there no anger in his eyes?
Got a little bit of heartache.
It was an illusion, she collapsed to the ground, looking at Du Caochen who stopped in front of her with a pair of tearful eyes. She had no strength to escape anymore, what did he want to do with her, lock her in the room, or chain her up
?
She smiled sadly, with determination on her face: "Du Caochen, how do you want to treat me so that I can recognize the owner of my body? Or lock me with chains, or have you thought of any more fun tricks?"
"I, Du Liaochen, am not as dirty as you think. I have many women." He leaned down, picked her up, and held her in his arms.
Beat him? I didn’t care, but she cried so much that she felt like she was in tears, as if she was really a heinous bastard in her heart. Is he that unbearable? When did he force her and himself after that?
Go to bed, when?
Why can’t she remember his kindness at all, and all she remembers is the hurt he caused her. Then you pretend to turn a blind eye to my attempts to make amends and compromises again and again?
"Du Qiaochen, you won't leave me alone, will you?" She nestled in his arms, and her muffled and feeble voice came out. She only needed someone to tell her for sure that she would never leave me again.
Leaving her alone will not make her truly an orphan, nor will she be scared and helpless.
She just needs a positive answer, telling her that she will not be alone, not alone, alone.
Du Liaochen's hand holding her body shook, and he looked at the fragile person in his arms with great distress: "No."
These two simple words made the listener suddenly quiet down, close her eyes, and feel his steady and powerful heartbeat. At that moment, she was satisfied and at ease!
She cried in his arms until she fell asleep, and he held her until her body gradually became numb.
I really don’t know, it was your father’s company that was acquired. Without that acquisition plan, would our lives have been easier? You wouldn’t be in such pain now.
Maybe we will never have any intersection. You will grow up safely and get married and have children. I will continue to hang out among flowers. In a certain year or a certain day, I will meet you casually on the street and pass by strangers.
In that way, wouldn't we have so many misunderstandings and pains, and you wouldn't be so tired? But if I really don't meet you, what is the meaning of my life?
Xia Qingge, tell me? If you had not met me, would you regret it or be glad?
Fortunately, there should be more! Du Yuochen's bitter smile hurt every nerve in his body.
The phone rang suddenly.
Du Yuechen had just put down Qingge who had fallen asleep and was covering her up carefully when the phone rang. He was startled for fear of waking her up. In the past few days, her mother's incident had made her sleep so peacefully for a long time.
He hurriedly closed the door, and a calm and pleasant male voice came from the corridor.
"Qiao, what, you're back already?"
"You should take a rest first. I still have a little trouble here." He looked at Zinge's door, thoughtfully.
"Let me advise her. It's really difficult for a little girl to bear such pressure. The hospital has sent me her mother's case and I'm studying it."
"The odds of success."
"I try my best".
Du Liaochen's heart suddenly went cold, and even Qiao couldn't give a definite answer.
The moment he turned off the phone, he felt an indescribable pain in his heart. Can this girl who watched her father die two years ago be able to withstand another blow?
And can he protect her from harm? He will protect her without hesitation just like he did in the dark alley.
When Qiao arrived, Du Yuochen was sitting on the sofa in the living room with a solemn look on her face. She had been hiding in the house since he brought her back from the Xia family's old house in the morning. He knocked on the door several times, and Mrs. Zhang came to see her.
She even knocked twice during mealtime, but it couldn't be opened. She locked herself in her room and refused to eat all day.
Du Liaochen raised his head and his eyes met Qiao who was coming in a dusty way. The two of them understood immediately and looked at each other and smiled.
"She's up there?" Joe pointed to the stairs.
"Locked in the room and refused to come out." Qiao passed by Du Caochen and patted his shoulder comfortingly: "It's okay, Chen. She is a stubborn and strong girl. You should know her better than anyone else, right?"
?"
Du Liaochen smiled bitterly and suppressed the bitterness in his heart: "Come on!" If he really understood her, there would be no need for other men to comfort her when she was most vulnerable.
Qingge was sitting on the bed, looking at the snowy scene outside the window in ecstasy. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she thought of something happy. She just sat like this, and she sat motionless ever since she woke up.
.
There was another knock on the door, and she thought it was Du Jiaochen's angry voice again. He was so strong that he wanted to tear down the door. Why was he so anxious? Was he worried about her? He had taken her with his own hands before.
Locked in this room, her wings were broken, and now she locked herself up without bothering him to do anything. Why did he become worried instead?
There were constant knocks on the door, not like Du Jiaochen's strong knocks, but gentle knocks on the door, and a clean and elegant voice came: "Qingge, it's me, Qiao."
Qingge finally came to his senses from the window. Joe? Didn't he go to France for a trip? How could he come back? Qingge stared blankly at the door.
When Qiao saw what he said, Qinge didn't react, but he felt that Qinge was listening, so he didn't care whether Qinge would answer or not, and started talking on his own.
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