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After hanging up the phone, Ou Qing leaned powerlessly on the leather sofa and felt suffocated in his chest. In fact, Cao Suyun was right. He had no way to measure and compare everything between Qingqing and Huo tingxiao.

Even in her most dangerous time, Huo tingxiao saved her.

Thinking of this, he was inexplicably upset. Then he got up and went into the wine cellar, took out a bottle of brandy, carried the wine bottle and walked to the hospital.

Under the dim light, he sat on a wooden bench and drank a few mouthfuls of wine before pressing down his irritability in front of him.

Under the cover of dark night, there was a dead silence around.

Ou Qing only wore a thin coat and was soon beaten through by the cold wind at night. However, he sat still. The cold made his mind more clear, and the more sober he was, the more heavy his time to Shen Qingqing became.

He was almost out of breath.

Holding the wine cup tightly in his palm, he poured a few mouthfuls of wine into his stomach and crossed a string of warmth, which made his body feel much better. His short addiction made the pain blurred.

But wine into the sad heart, will only worry more.

He kept drinking. In the blink of an eye, the wine had seen the bottom. He sat down on the cold bench, his hands were red with cold, and his fingers holding the wine bottle moved a few times, with a little stiffness.

He closed his eyes gently, and his mind was heavy and dizzy under the effect of alcohol.

In my mind, scene by scene, what flashed was the past with Shen Qingqing. He saw her smiling brightly in the sun and what she said to him. The moon on the sea was the moon in the sky, and the person in front of him was his sweetheart.

Thinking about it, my heart hurts even more.

The closed long eyelashes became wet for a few minutes.

At the moment, if no one wakes him up, Ou Qing will sit in the yard until dawn, but on a cold winter night, there is no way to know whether a man wearing only a thin shirt will breathe when the sun rises tomorrow.

Qingqing, Qingqing

I believe you. You won\'t owe me, will you?

Even if you remember everything before, you won\'t lose me.

You chose to forget Huo tingxiao because it was really too painful, right?

However, even if she wants to die, Ou Qing can\'t easily do it.

After all, the old man won\'t let him have anything easily.

"When did you begin to learn to use wine to relieve your worries? Look where you are still the president of my William group?" the old count of William\'s voice was colder than the temperature.

After a moment\'s hesitation, Ou Qing slowly opened his eyes, a pair of deep eyes, surprisingly bright, but also some ridicule, "if possible, I really don\'t want to be a member of the William family, father."

"What are you talking about?" old count William scolded angrily.

"If I\'m not from the William family, you don\'t have to put up with the anger you gave her for me, and you don\'t have to compromise your engagement. The wedding date is far away. My Qingqing is so proud, but she compromises for me. Father, sometimes I really don\'t want to be a member of the William family, just as my mother was. You control my mother\'s life, Do you want to control me now? "