A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 1396 Still don’t know how to fight for it

"I want this." Seventeen took one and placed it in front of him.

Kou Quan sat down and looked at her with a smile, "The rice in this tea restaurant is a bit hard. Take out the rice and eat my fried rice."

As he said this, he reached out and took the set meal in front of Seventeen, then took out a plate from the kitchen, took out the rice from her box, and put the fried rice in it.

"The fried rice tastes okay, right?" Kou Quan asked with a smile.

Seventeen buried his head in eating. Actually, he had a lot to say, but in the end, he didn't utter a single word.

Kou Quan was still staring at her. Seventeen turned around and asked, "Don't you want to eat?"

Kou Quan smiled and said, "Eat it, eat it right away."

He kept laughing and looking at her, touching the cup to see if the water was cold, asking her how it tasted, and always looking at her and asking her.

Seventeen finished his meal and sat on a chair with his head slightly lowered.

Kou Quan looked at Seventeen and quickly put down his chopsticks. "There's a computer in the room. Let's play on it for a while..."

"I should go back." Seventeen said softly. Kou Quan stopped talking and raised her eyes. "Mr. Rong will be worried. I should go back."

"Mr. Rong will be worried, but your husband will be sad and upset. Don't you care?" Kou Quan's eyes darkened. "Why do you care so much about other people's men? Just take care of your own man."

Seventeen bit her lip lightly, "I don't know what to do."

"Then I'll tell you what to do, okay?" Kou Quan said softly.

She didn't say anything. Kou Quan frowned and said after a pause, "Can you give me another chance? Can we start over?"

"How do we start over?" Seventeen looked at Kou Quan. "Just pretend that what happened before never happened? Is that okay?"

"Haven't you been doing well for so long? If I didn't show up, wouldn't you want to hide in someone else's house for the rest of your life? Qiqi, do you really want to be Rong Tengyue's mother?" Kou Quan asked softly.

He knew it was risky to face such a sensitive issue right from the start. She couldn't stand being provoked any more. He couldn't bear to see her lifeless eyes. His heart ached beyond belief.

"I like Yueyue very much, and she likes me too. She needs her mother to take care of her..." Seventeen said softly.

"Okay, even so, you have reason to stay in the Rong family. So, do you want to marry Mr. Rong? Do you want to be his wife?" Kou Quan asked again.

Seventeen was silent, and Kou Quan suddenly smiled. "If, if this is what you want, I will respect you. After all, I really have no right to ask anything of you. Your husband is Qi Yao, and Qi Yao has been dead for many years, so your marriage to Qi Yao is also invalid. There is no marriage relationship between us. You are not my wife, and I am not your husband. What reason and right do I have to ask you to do anything? I cannot stop you from living the life you want because of my own selfishness."

"What's your selfish motive?" Seventeen asked.

Kou Quan frowned and smiled, "The selfishness of loving you, the selfishness of wanting to take you for myself, the selfishness of wanting you to be my woman."

Seventeen looked straight at Kou Quan. Kou Quan remained silent and looked up at her after a while.

"My brother would never say such things. He would never express his feelings so directly. He never asks for anything and always gives in to others." Seventeen's voice was soft and slow, as if he was recalling, as if telling himself, telling him.

Kou Quan's expression changed slightly as he stared at the flowered cup on the table. There was a tacky pattern printed on it, with mandarin ducks embracing each other, just like how they had been madly entangled in the afternoon, inseparable.

Kou Quan took a long breath, ruffled his hair with his big hands, and his mind was in turmoil like a twisted tangled hemp.

"I'm despicable, I'm shameless! I coveted you, I have a filthy heart..." Kou Quan murmured, then laughed, "People are greedy. The Kou Quan that everyone knew before was a hypocritical villain. I was very jealous. I was jealous that Zhou Haoyu got you but didn't cherish you, so I turned jealousy into hatred and took advantage of the situation to plot against him. Unfortunately, God didn't help me, a wicked man. Zhou Haoyu is back again, to take revenge on me who succeeded as a villain, and now he has implicated you..."

"Why are you being so self-deprecating?" Seventeen interrupted softly, "Don't talk about yourself like that."

"That's the truth." Kou Quan laughed at himself.

He stood up and said, "Let's go. If you want to go back to the Rong family, I'll take you there."

Seventeen looked up at him. "You're still like this? Even with her right in front of you, you didn't fight for her. You wanted to let it happen all over again? Send her away now, and then, when you can't stand her living with someone else in the future, you scheme to get her back?"

Seventeen didn't understand Kou Quan. He had always been humble, but he was unwilling to give in.

Having found her but not sure if he really wanted to fight for her, Seventeen suddenly stood up and Kou Quan held her hand again.

"Qiqi, if you don't want to marry Mr. Rong, have you ever thought that living in the Rong family all the time is giving him the wrong impression? He will think you want to become the mistress of the Rong family. If you don't have this intention, don't delay him. Mr. Rong will definitely find a stepmother to take care of Rong Tengyue. If the Rong family has a mistress coming in, what will you do? How will you explain your identity to Mr. Rong's wife?"

Kou Quan spoke softly, trying to wake her up.

"When you're hiding under someone else's roof, you always have to consider other people's feelings and give way to the real hostess. Why don't you come to my house..."

"Please send me back. Xiaoyue will cry if she doesn't see me when she gets home." Seventeen said softly.

Kou Quan's face suddenly changed, and his heart almost stopped beating at this moment. He felt pain, blockage and panic. His eyes suddenly turned red, and he opened his mouth several times, his words choked a little.

"Okay, I'll take you back. Your happiness and your choices are in your hands. I support whatever you do." Kou Quan whispered, as if warning himself, speaking to himself.

He wanted to lock her up by his side, but he had to obey her ideas. He could no longer force her to do anything.

Seventeen smiled gently and walked ahead.

When Kou Yuancheng was changing shoes at the door, he panicked and ran up to ask, "Is the food not to your liking? Miss Zhuang, can I go buy you another portion? There's nothing to eat at home. I didn't think of this..."

"No, uncle, it's late and I should go back." Seventeen said softly.

Kou Yuancheng didn't know how to start the conversation. He felt sorry for his son and hated his own incompetence.

The old man stood at the door and said, "Miss Zhuang, please stay. Quan'er thinks about you every day. Now that I see you today, I want to send you away. I beg you not to be so cruel to Quan'er..."

Seventeen was frightened and hurried to pull Kou Quan's father who was kneeling down, saying anxiously, "Uncle, don't be like this, get up first..."