After waiting for nearly half an hour, Qin Yang came out.

Wen Wanrong took the initiative to go over: "I'll think about it for one night, and I'll think about it." ”

Qin Yang snorted.

"I went to Bianzhou, but I have a few questions?"

"You say."

"If I can't come back this time, will there be my tablet in the ancestral hall?"

"Yes."

"Will you take care of my little lady for me?"

"Yes."

Wen Wanrong nodded, turned around, tears were rolling, her voice remained calm, like an explanation of her last words: "In case I can't come back, all my things will be burned, don't tell my little lady, she will not be able to bear it." ”

Qin Yang frowned, promised her, and asked, "Don't you have any wishes?" ”

Wen Wanrong wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and shook her head, she thought that she was also a girl, and she also had the mind of a daughter, and she also wanted someone to love her, but the reality backfired.

She wanted to ask Qin Yang the most, could it be that she was kind to her some time ago, and all the words she said were pretended?

She also wanted to ask, if it was a woman she loved deeply, would she be willing to die?

Qin Yang said that when he went to Bianzhou this time, he would try his best to protect her.

Wen Wanrong smiled at him, didn't say anything, and went back to the house to start packing up.

On the day of her departure, she got up early in the morning, had some breakfast casually, and went to wait by the carriage outside the Weeping Flower Gate.

Qin Yang saw that she was in a bad mood these days, and told her that if she didn't want to go, she wouldn't go, and now it's too late to regret it.

Wen Wanrong pursed her lips, didn't say a word, and got into the carriage first.

Qin Yang followed in.

Bianzhou is three days away from Yandu at most, Wen Wanrong lifted the window screen, looked at the scenery in her field of vision and retreated a little, suddenly seemed to have made a major decision, sat next to Qin Yang, raised her head and said very seriously: "Qin Yang, can you hug me?" ”

Qin Yang didn't say a word, and hugged her into his arms.

She listened to the rhythmic heartbeat in her chest and continued: "Qin Yang, I used to hate you, but then I learned that you are this kind of personality, so I don't hate it so much, I grew up in Wen Mansion, and I never felt what it was like to be loved, so you just pretend to love me, okay?" ”

Qin Yang said yes.

Wen Wanrong cried out at once: "Qin Yang, don't lie to people, if you really love me, are you willing to send me to death?" You chill me so much, you sent me twice, and I never believed that anyone would love me again, never again! ”

Qin Yang cried in the face of her, speechless for the first time.

After a long time, he hugged her, and his voice was astringent: "Wen Wanrong, don't think nonsense, I said that I will protect you thoroughly, and I will definitely bring you back." ”

Wen Wanrong got up from his arms, tears were still pouring out, and her tone was desperate: "It's best if I'm dead, you bring me back alive, I will regret it, I will use practical actions to tell everyone that I am not a gas bag, and I will not be bullied again, look at people's faces, including you." ”

Qin Yang frowned: "I regret it, and I admit it." ”

"Don't you think you can do anything!" At that moment, Wen Wanrong hated his arrogance, and suddenly pulled out the hairpin on her head, without even thinking about stabbing it.

She thought he would avoid it, and even hit her with his hand.

No, Qin Yang didn't move, letting the hairpin pierce into his shoulder blades, his brows didn't tighten.

Wen Wanrong was stunned.

Time froze between the two, she held the hairpin, and saw the crimson liquid slowly penetrate Qin Yang's clothes and slowly spread.

Wen Wanrong came back to her senses all of a sudden, all her resentment disappeared in an instant, she hurriedly let go of her hand, sat aside, and looked helplessly at the hairpin inserted in her shoulder, not knowing what to do for a while.

Qin Yang calmly pulled out the hairpin, threw it on the ground, covered the wound, and asked her, "Have you relieved your anger?" ”

Wen Wanrong nodded at a loss, and shook her head again.

Qin Yang picked up the bloody hairpin, handed it to her, and said calmly: "If you don't feel angry, you can continue to stab until you are relieved." ”

Wen Wanrong threw away the hairpin like a ghost, and spoke incoherently: "I, I, I ......"

There are three "I's" in a row, and I don't have the following.

Qin Yang understood her thoughts in an instant, and asked bluntly: "Wen Wanrong, what's wrong with you?" Do you like me, so you hate me for bringing you to Bianzhou? ”