The next day, Tang Qing went back to Tang Yi's house to collect the clothes he had left behind.

When she went, Tang Yi was not there. Tang Qing didn't want to meet him. After entering the room, he opened the suitcase and threw the clothes in the wardrobe. He immediately locked the door and carried the suitcase to leave.

When she looked up, she saw Tang Yi leaning against the door, her hands around her chest, looking at her faintly. She didn't know when she would come back or how long she had been watching.

She took back her sight and pursed her lips a little. She took the suitcase to the door. Her voice was light: "get out of the way."

“……” The man stood at the door and did not move. He just looked at her face and his eyes narrowed slowly, bringing out a trace of beast like cold and sharp light and shadow, "where have you been these days?"

"I think it's better for us to live separately now." Tang inclined to look at the front, face no expression, "I rented a house outside, this house I paid a deposit for a year, you can always live."

Tang Yi did not speak or move away.

He was tall, and standing there directly blocked two-thirds of the space of the gate. If he didn't go, she couldn't leave with her suitcase.

He slowly lowered his head, looked at the box in her hand, and then asked in a voice that did not know what emotion: "so quickly ran to live with him?"

Tang Qing breathed slightly and looked up at him, "it's none of your business."

Tang Yi raised his hand and reached for her shoulder bone. Tang Qing threw the suitcase on the ground. One of them avoided his fingers. The man quickly extended his other hand. Before she could react, he pinched her back neck and lifted her out of front of him and pressed her against the wall.

If she fought face to face, she couldn't make two moves in front of him.

Tang Yi approached her angry face and murmured, "little trash."

Tang Qing wants to kill him.

He squinted at her face and said, "don't get so close to him, eh? We're here for Downing, not for a man. Don't be so fussy about priorities? "

"Did you find a clue to Downing?" Tang Qing asked him, "you said she was in Tongcheng, but people? Of course I want to find her, but for eight years, if she is still there, she How can you not come to me? "

She said this, her eyes a little red.

"Eight years, Tang Yi, let me go. I want a new life. What's the point of staying with you? I don't want to be your substitute for her all my life. " She looked at the man's cold eyebrows and accentuated her tone, "even if I owe you, I have never owed you. If you want to find it, you can continue to look for it. I don't want to accompany you any more."

Tang Yi's expression was slightly condensed. Looking at the woman's stubborn expression in front of him, he suddenly asked, "are you in love with Xiao Fengting?"

“……”

He looked at her silence and suddenly sneered, "Tang Qing, you are really funny."

Tang tilted his head and looked at his sarcastic expression. The mood in his heart slowly cooled down.

She dropped her eyes, reached out and did not open the broken hair on her face. She said faintly, "if I like others, shouldn't you be happy? You don't have to deny that you hate me It's disgusting to be liked by people you hate.