Game of the Controller: Wife Wins Husband

He thought, not only was she crazy, but he was not much better either.

Knowing that she was a woman he could not get close to, knowing that what she had done meant that they would always be two parallel lines that did not intersect, knowing that she was not worthy of his love, knowing that... there was no point in human life.

So many things that you can’t do even if you know they are impossible?

He can't let her go! At least he can't let her go at this moment, not today! This is his sorrow and his persistence.

His big hand squeezed her cold fingers without hesitation, "Xia Qing, can't we keep peace for one day? Just have a truce for one day." He didn't want to have a pale argument with her that was almost boring after the violent mood swings.

From the moment we met again, the bickering never stopped.

Xia Qing threw away his hand, her clear eyes were cold to the bottom, it was a kind of chill that had been completely frozen, and there was no compromise, "Don't forget, you were the first to declare war, Mr. Jun, I

I am just accepting your invitation and gladly agreeing to fight."

Looking at Jun Qi's dark eyes, she took a step forward, like an elegant Elvis in preparation for battle. Her curly black curly hair danced without the wind, making her look extremely dangerous. She concealed it perfectly.

But he still couldn't really get rid of the strong hatred that was difficult to get rid of when facing Jun Qi, "What? Before the smoke started, Mr. Jun couldn't stand it anymore and asked for an intermission?"

Jun Qi's expression is wonderful.

Xia Qing had no intention of admiring it. She turned around and walked at a leisurely pace, planning to leave first.

Injuring the enemy a thousand times and damaging oneself eight hundred. She made him uncomfortable, but she was even more uncomfortable than him. She just didn't want him to find out. So leaving was not a good way to retreat but to advance. You always have to do it.

I need to prepare myself with all my strength to face the most familiar man in the world.

A figure, as fast as lightning.

Before Xia Qing left, Jun Qi took action.

The human eye could not capture his speed at all. After an afterimage, he stood behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist, and one of his fingers was placed on the back of her neck, blocking the blood supply from the aorta to the brain.

Xia Qing fell softly backwards and fell into the arms that Jun Qi had prepared long ago.

When she lost consciousness, her delicate temperament returned to her beautiful face, her long black eyelashes naturally curved upwards, and in her eyes that she had no time to close, a trace of moisture shone faintly.

He hugged her sideways, tightened his arms, let her rest on his chest closest to his heart, and suddenly let out a long sigh.

"Xia Qing, let's go home." He leaned against her cheek and said softly.

The sleeping Xia Qing would no longer choke him and say sarcastic words that were almost maddening. Her peaceful face was so beautiful, as if years had passed and she was still resting peacefully in his arms.

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Jun Qi sat back in the driver's seat and turned the key several times, but was unable to start the car.

The scenes that just happened were spinning in his mind.