Chapter 499

But no matter what the gun here is.

Still can't change the facts.

Warm and muddy crying only brought Qin Langjun's frown.

Qin Langjun's face could not see whether he liked it or not, but took her hand away.

Said: "I told you not to do this before, but you didn't listen."

When he said this, he also looked at old man Qin over there.

Even if this project is openly supported by master Qin and represents the cooperation between the Qin family and the Wen family, it still does not represent Qin Langjun's attitude.

Wenni probably didn't expect such an answer.

He looked up in amazement, and the tears in his eyes fell down.

But it's of no use.

The standoff here is still between me and him.

But there are so many things that I don't know what to say first.

The chaos was quickly suppressed.

Even if Qin Langjun said no matter, it was still a calming scene.

But it can only be suppressed at most, and those who can't be saved still can't be saved.

The fermentation and reporting of these things have reached a very rapid level, almost real-time dissemination.

No amount of repression can suppress the spread between people.

"Come back with me."

Qin Langjun's words were not solicitation at all, but notice.

Just pull me out.

The fingers are cold, and the whole body is cold.

The whole person is like ice without emotion. It's cold.

"Where to go, where to go back?"

Instead, I asked him with a smile.

But he squeezed it tighter.

The more depressed his mood is, the more painful my wrist is pinched, and the greater the arc of my smile.

But the more so, the more rigid the atmosphere is.

No relief at all.

This is almost an endless cycle.

I was forcibly dragged back.

But the relationship hasn't improved much.

He pressed the center of his eyebrows, full of fatigue, and asked me, "who did you go out with? Did you take the medicine?"

I didn't speak, I just looked at him.

No matter what he said, I didn't intend to talk.

"Tang Zhi, sometimes I really don't understand what you really want to do." he breathed deeply, as if to suppress those emotions, and his voice was more mellow and hoarse.

"What are you doing this for? Tell me."

There was still some heavy fatigue in his repressed voice.

Now it seems that he was forced to hold down the medicine of sleeping pills.

Seems to sleep at any time.

"Speak."

I kept pursing my lips, but his voice finally became thick.

But no matter what the gun here is.

Still can't change the facts.

Warm and muddy crying only brought Qin Langjun's frown.

Qin Langjun's face could not see whether he liked it or not, but took her hand away.

Said: "I told you not to do this before, but you didn't listen."

When he said this, he also looked at old man Qin over there.

Even if this project is openly supported by master Qin and represents the cooperation between the Qin family and the Wen family, it still does not represent Qin Langjun's attitude.

Wenni probably didn't expect such an answer.

He looked up in amazement, and the tears in his eyes fell down.

But it's of no use.

The standoff here is still between me and him.

But there are so many things that I don't know what to say first.

The chaos was quickly suppressed.

Even if Qin Langjun said no matter, it was still a calming scene.

But it can only be suppressed at most, and those who can't be saved still can't be saved.

The fermentation and reporting of these things have reached a very rapid level, almost real-time dissemination.

No amount of repression can suppress the spread between people.

"Come back with me."

Qin Langjun's words were not solicitation at all, but notice.

Just pull me out.

The fingers are cold, and the whole body is cold.

The whole person is like ice without emotion. It's cold.

"Where to go, where to go back?"

Instead, I asked him with a smile.

But he squeezed it tighter.

The more depressed his mood is, the more painful my wrist is pinched, and the greater the arc of my smile.

But the more so, the more rigid the atmosphere is.

No relief at all.

This is almost an endless cycle.

I was forcibly dragged back.

But the relationship hasn't improved much.

He pressed the center of his eyebrows, full of fatigue, and asked me, "who did you go out with? Did you take the medicine?"

I didn't speak, I just looked at him.

No matter what he said, I didn't intend to talk.

"Tang Zhi, sometimes I really don't understand what you really want to do." he breathed deeply, as if to suppress those emotions, and his voice was more mellow and hoarse.

"What are you doing this for? Tell me."

There was still some heavy fatigue in his repressed voice.

Now it seems that he was forced to hold down the medicine of sleeping pills.

Seems to sleep at any time.

"Speak."

I kept pursing my lips, but his voice finally became thick.

But no matter what the gun here is.

Still can't change the facts.

Warm and muddy crying only brought Qin Langjun's frown.

Qin Langjun's face could not see whether he liked it or not, but took her hand away.

Said: "I told you not to do this before, but you didn't listen."

When he said this, he also looked at old man Qin over there.

Even if this project is openly supported by master Qin and represents the cooperation between the Qin family and the Wen family, it still does not represent Qin Langjun's attitude.

Wenni probably didn't expect such an answer.

He looked up in amazement, and the tears in his eyes fell down.

But it's of no use.

The standoff here is still between me and him.

But there are so many things that I don't know what to say first.

The chaos was quickly suppressed.

Even if Qin Langjun said no matter, it was still a calming scene.

But it can only be suppressed at most, and those who can't be saved still can't be saved.

The fermentation and reporting of these things have reached a very rapid level, almost real-time dissemination.

No amount of repression can suppress the spread between people.

"Come back with me."

Qin Langjun's words were not solicitation at all, but notice.

Just pull me out.

The fingers are cold, and the whole body is cold.

The whole person is like ice without emotion. It's cold.

"Where to go, where to go back?"

Instead, I asked him with a smile.

But he squeezed it tighter.

The more depressed his mood is, the more painful my wrist is pinched, and the greater the arc of my smile.

But the more so, the more rigid the atmosphere is.

No relief at all.

This is almost an endless cycle.

I was forcibly dragged back.

But the relationship hasn't improved much.

He pressed the center of his eyebrows, full of fatigue, and asked me, "who did you go out with? Did you take the medicine?"

I didn't speak, I just looked at him.

No matter what he said, I didn't intend to talk.

"Tang Zhi, sometimes I really don't understand what you really want to do." he breathed deeply, as if to suppress those feelings