My wife has a cinnabar mole in her heart

"Hey, it's no wonder that the third brother came here in a hurry before he even went to see the old man when he first entered the hall." Qi Yu said in a playful tone, his eyes swept over Qu Yue's figure, and scrutinized him carefully.

Only then did Qi Han turn his attention away from Qu Yue, and he said, "Big Brother, Second Brother."

When Qu Yue heard the voice, she turned her head and looked over.

The moment the three of them met their gazes, their expressions were different.

Qi Shu frowned, with unpredictable emotions in his eyes.

Qi Yu saw Qu Yue's face clearly, his eyes sparkled instantly, but he was forcibly pressed back.

Qu Yue's expression was indifferent, as if he had never met these two people in front of him, so strange that even a superfluous look from him was not worth giving.So in the next second, Qu Yue averted her eyes, stood up from Qi Han, and sat back on the sofa.

"Are they your brothers?" Qu Yue asked Qi Han.

Qi Han nodded and introduced the visitor to Qu Yue: "Big Brother Qi Shu, Second Brother Qi Han."

"It doesn't look like you at all." Qu Yue said to Qi Han.

"You look pretty good." Qi Yu approached step by step, and when he stopped in front of Qu Yue, he bent slightly to observe Qu Yue's face carefully, "You're not bad enough to compete with that little pet surnamed You on the old man's bed. Why, nowadays, people who are male or female like to use their butts to accompany men?"

"Second brother, be careful when you speak." Qi Han stood up and separated Qu Yue and Qi Yu, and emphasized his tone, "Qu Yue is my friend."

"To please?" Qi Yu laughed sarcastically, "Good name."

"Enough!" Qi Han naturally knew what Qi Yu was laughing at, "After studying for so many years, my second brother still doesn't know what the word respect means."

"The third younger brother is very good at using the beauty trap." Qi Yu glanced at Qu Yue fiercely, "I really should learn from you and learn a lot from you."

Qi Yu: "What do you mean?"

"Okay." Qi Shu interrupted the conversation between the two of them. He took a few steps forward, picked up the wine glass on the table, and gently swirled the wine in the glass, "For so many years, I have never seen anyone who is so close to Qi Han No. Qi Yu, as an older brother, shouldn't you be happy about this?"

"Perhaps." Because of Qi Shu's face, Qi Yu spit out these three words that are emotionless but thought-provoking, and ended the dispute that would explode at any time.

Qi Han didn't bother to pay attention to Qi Yu at all, he turned around and stretched out his hand to Qu Yue: "I'll take you to go shopping elsewhere, and you will always meet something you like."

Qu Yue's gaze fell on Qi Han's hand, but she didn't respond immediately.

Qi Han suddenly realized that he could reach out to Qu Yue, but Qu Yue didn't need to respond.

Therefore, Qi Han's hand trembled slightly, and he was about to make a fist and take it back.

Qi Yu sneered: "It seems that Mr. Qu doesn't want to go with you."

"That's not true." Qu Yue smiled slightly, raised her hand to grab Qi Yu's almost retracted fingertips, and said softly, "I just think Qi Han's hands are very beautiful, I was infatuated for a while, and I didn't recover. "

Qi Shu raised his eyebrows, making it hard to see what he was thinking.

Qu Yue stood up: "I just saw desserts outside."

"Okay." Qi Han squeezed Qu Yue's cold hand, "Let's get it."

"En." Qu Yue responded.

Before going out, Qu Yue looked back at Qi Shu with gloomy eyes, her face expressionless.

"I'm sorry." After walking away, Qi Han lowered his head and apologized to Qu Yue, "I have wronged you..."

"You're not wrong." Qu Yue walked to the table and picked up a piece of cake and handed it to Qi Han.

Qi Han took the cake and looked at Qu Yue with a flattered look.

Qu Yue lowered her eyes and sighed softly: "The one who should really apologize is me."

"Why do you say that?" Qi Han didn't understand.

"One week is almost here. Excluding Saturday and Sunday, there are only five days in total. Tomorrow is the last day, but I have no classes tomorrow." Qu Yue said, "I don't need to go back to school to be a teaching assistant."

"Are you leaving?" Qi Han immediately grabbed the cake plate in his hand.

"En." Qu Yue nodded.

"If you want to be a teaching assistant, I can help you become a full-time member, so that you can stay in the forbidden university." Qi Han's voice began to tremble, "I can even help you improve your title, become a lecturer, a professor..."

"At my level, what kind of professor should I be?" Qu Yue laughed at herself, "I can't do a good job as a teaching assistant. I can't understand the content of the teacher's lectures."

"I can't bear it." Qi Han shook his head, tears welled up in his eyes, "Qu Yue, tell me what you want, I can give it to you..."

"What do you want?" Qu Yue smiled slightly.

"...I want you to stay with me."

Qu Yue took down the cake pan that was almost crushed in Qi Han's hand: "Don't cut your hands."

"Qu Yue..." Qi Han knew that Qu Yue rejected him...

"Are there many dresses behind the banquet hall?" Qu Yue asked.

"Yes." Qi Han nodded.

"You wait here for me." Qu Yue said, turned around and walked over.

Qi Han stood where he was and obediently did not move.The long eyelashes drooped, and after a few seconds, they were all wet.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, Qu Yue came out from the exit of the banquet hall.

Qi Han, who had been staring in his direction, couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Qu Yue was wearing a backstage spare evening dress, the skirt was pink, and the skirt was so long that it covered his feet all the way.

There is no powder on his face, no earrings or necklaces, short hair, Adam's apple, and flat chest. Without exception, these features tell everyone who is staring at him strangely at this moment that his gender: male.

Passing by the criticism and contempt of the crowd, Qu Yue blocked the good or bad words that commented on his appearance, walked up to Qi Han and stood still.

"Qi Han, I'm actually not as good as you think." Qu Yue smiled at him, "Although I have lived in pain for so many years, I have a clear conscience from the beginning to the end, but you are an exception this time. "

He let Qi Yi go, but hurt Qi Han.

"You're fine..." Qi Han shook his head in denial, his eyes flushed.

"I want to tell you that I don't have to have long hair like a girl to wear a skirt, and I don't have to wear high heels when I wear a skirt." Qu Yue lifted the skirt slightly, "It doesn't matter if I'm tall or short. , fat, thin, as long as I like, I can do it. I am not hindering anyone, and no one has the right to criticize me."

Qi Han looked at the dazzling Qu Yue under the light, and tears fell down without warning.

Qu Yue raised her hand to wipe away the tears on Qi Han's face, hoping to wipe away all the happy, naive, expectant, and anxious emotions that Qi Han had because of him.

The last respect he can give Qi Han is to formally say goodbye and leave instead of disappearing inexplicably.

He had to leave before Qi Han's affection for him deepened further, so that the pain would not be so severe when it was cut off.

"I want to leave, not because you are bad, but because I can't tell you the reason behind it." Qu Yue said.

"It's okay..." Qi Han replied, "How can I be willing to force you..."

"Thank you." Qu Yue paused, "Also, I'm sorry."

Qi Han held Qu Yue's hand, led Qu Yue into the car, and sent Qu Yue to the gate of the restricted university.

After Qu Yue got off the car, she stood in front of the car and said goodbye to him.

Qi Han stayed behind him, summoned up his courage and said, "Can I hug you again?"

Qu Yue was slightly taken aback, then nodded.

Qi Han immediately ran over to wrap his arms around his waist, and buried his head on Qu Yue's shoulder.

The difference is that this time he hugs Qu Yue so tightly, so tightly.

Qu Yue felt that the clothes on her shoulders were wet.

He raised his hand and patted Qi Han's back lightly, sighing inaudibly: "Qi Han, protect yourself."

Everything will start all over again.

He was about to wake up from an endless nightmare.

[The author has something to say: I almost thought I was writing some warm article about redemption]