"No way. This is definitely not what Meng Qian said." Joe Nancheng was panting, his eyes were red, and he didn't believe what she said. "I don't believe what you said. Meng Qian is the kindest and cleanest girl I've ever seen. She's not you..."
"What's wrong with me? Do you want to say I'm vicious or dirty?"
Jonah was suddenly speechless.
Tang Qingge's voice was cold and thin. "You're right. I'm really vicious and dirty, so I not only want her to die, but I also want her to kneel in front of me and kowtow to me to apologize, not only her, but also you."
"Qingge, Meng Qian really didn't mean it. She apologized to you."
Tang Qingge was tired of listening to it. "You have said this sentence many times, and I have said it many times. Do you think that a sentence that is light and floating is not intentional, can erase a person's mistakes and offset the harm I have suffered? Is it because she said sorry, I should forgive her. If I don't forgive her, I'm not generous and kind enough?"
Don't try to persuade others to be kind without suffering,
Joe Nancheng was said to be speechless. At least, he did think so. Tang Mengqian has been crying in front of him all the time about how Tang Qingge hated her and made him complain about her carelessness. He gradually forgets that they created her present face.
"I won't forgive tangmengqian, let alone you."
He was silent for a long time.
A long time.
"OK."
He clenched his fist and thought about it. His voice was cold and hard. "I know. I won't ask you to forgive me any more. I have already done what I should say and do. If you still can't forgive me and Meng Qian, I don't know what to do. In the future, I won't ask you to forgive me foolishly."
Tang Qingge wanted to laugh, but she couldn't help laughing in a low voice.
Did he do anything? So far, has he ever said an apology or done anything worthy of her forgiveness?
Hearing this sneer, Joe Nancheng seemed to realize that he hadn't done anything to ask her for forgiveness. His face flushed slightly and he clenched his teeth.
Take a deep breath, and the whole body tensed. "Qingge! Let me ask you one last thing. Did you push Meng Qian on purpose today? Tell me the truth. I want to hear the truth. Did you really push her?"
Tang Qingge was silent for a while.
She suddenly wanted to laugh, so she smiled. "I just pushed her on purpose."
After hearing this, Qiao Nancheng couldn't tell what he felt. There were disappointment and complications. He was disappointed. He gave her a chance, but he didn't expect to hear the truth from her.
"You really let me down."
Tang Qingge closed his eyes and said, "you and I are not the only ones disappointed."
Qiao Nancheng was stunned. He didn't know why. This sentence made him feel very uncomfortable.
His chest was choked and blocked, and he grasped the position of the pit of his heart.
He clenched his fist as if he were telling himself and making up his mind, "in short, I will not let you hurt Meng Qian again. If you hurt Meng Qian again, I will never let you go."
"If I hurt tangmengqian again, what will you do and give me another slap?" The voice of Tang Qingge was cold, and a trace of sarcastic coldness penetrated through it, which made Qiao Nan's subconscious mind tremble.
Tang Qingge's eyes were dark and she was still wearing the costumes of the peach blossom demon. She seemed to be born for hatred. She would rather bear the world than let the world bear her demon. Every word was cold.