Chapter 1142: Qin Anlan's Giving Up (1)

For seven years, Ye Liangqiu persisted for seven years and waited for a man for seven years.
She deserves to be treated well, Pei Qiqi smiled slightly...
Maybe An Lan will be very happy.
She packed her things and went out, followed by the check, and walked to the door. Before she walked into the elevator, a familiar voice sounded behind her: "Qiqi."
She froze for a moment, and slowly turned her head away, it was Qin Anlan.
He stared at her and asked slowly: "Come to interview Ye Liangqiu?"
Pei Qiqi hummed, holding the things in his hands and tightening, "An Lan, I have to go back to the club."
He didn't have too many expressions on his face, and with one hand in his pocket, his voice was slow, "Shall we have lunch together?"
Pei Qiqi lived with him for two years, and his subtle expression changes couldn't deceive her. She was a little defensive and stepped back into the elevator...
"Qiqi, this elevator has stopped." Qin Anlan's tone was even lighter, and he walked forward slowly.
She put her little hand behind, and her body hit the elevator wall all at once.
At this time, Pei Qiqi had an intuition that Ye Liangqiu couldn't hide everything from An Lan. In fact, all the small movements Ye Liangqiu did were under An Lan's nose.
Perhaps An Lan knew about the content of this draft.
"Qiqi, I'll look at the manuscript." He finally forced her to a blind spot, his eyes deep, but his body did not go further.
Pei Qiqi bit her lip, raised her eyes, and looked at him: "It's all common questions."
"Fifty million, would it be a very common question?" His handsome face was stained with a slight anger, and he pressed her shoulder with one hand to prevent her from having a chance to struggle, took her manuscript with the other, and quickly glanced at her. Look.
As he expected.
Pei Qiqi looked up at him with a small face, with a pitiful voice: "An Lan."
After he finished reading, he still pressed her with one hand to prevent her from having a chance to break away. His eyes were so heavy that water dripped, "Pei Qiqi, don't tell me these are what you wrote."
"I wrote it for fifty million." She boldly said, "also to divorce you."
He sneered and squinted at her, "Pei Qiqi, I don't know when you are not so kind."
Qin Anlan, how could she not understand Pei Qiqi, how could she write such things?
But it, she wants to publish this kind of thing, but it is to make Ye Liangqiu perfect.
Is there no trace of him in her heart?
Amnesia, is she still so sure that she loves Tang Yu?
Qin Anlan's eyes were a little sad, he just pressed her like this, unwilling to let her go, but he couldn't do it to hurt her.
For a long time, he murmured, "Qiqi, isn't there a little... love me?"
As he said, the face just pressed into her neck like this, and she was fragile like never before, because he felt that she was really leaving him.
She handled the matter between him and Ye Liangqiu completely from the perspective of an outsider, without a trace of pain—
She didn't hurt at all, and didn't hurt him at all.
But Qiqi, I am in pain.
But this kind of pain is caused by myself.
If I knew I loved you so much, I would not allow myself to have a trace of the past, I would be as clean as Tang Yu.
He half-held Pei Qiqi, and Pei Qiqi felt his pain.
After all, after living for two years, during those two years, he accompanied her and spoiled her... Pei Qiqi could not remain indifferent.