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After sending Uncle Wu away, Qiao Xing's little heart still didn't return to its place.

He was so panicked that his palms were covered with sweat, he sat in the room in a daze for a long time before he realized that something was wrong.

As I said before, the relationship between Wen Changrong and that person was extremely bad.

If Wen Changrong knew that he had asked the bodyguard when that person would come back, and that he seemed to be plotting against that person inside and outside, then Wen Changrong would never have sent a text message to Uncle Wu as simple as that.

Not to mention that Uncle Wu also gave him black-bone chicken with ginseng porridge.

According to Wen Changrong's style, it would be normal to send him a three-foot white silk to leave his whole body, and kneel down to thank the Lord for his kindness.

Could it be...Wen Changrong has changed his gender, and he thinks it would be good to let him go free?

No, the possibility is extremely small, almost non-existent.

So... Could it be that Wen Changrong didn't know that he asked about that person?

Maybe the man just learned from someone that he was whispering to the bodyguard?

No.

The bodyguard was Wen Changrong's subordinate. If Wen Changrong knew that they were whispering, it would be strange if he didn't arrest the bodyguard and torture him to tell the truth.

So why?

Qiao Xing scratched his head angrily, but in the end he couldn't figure out why.

……

Unexpectedly, Qiao Xing decided to live with his tail between his legs in a feeling of apprehension.

Wen Changrong was alarmed last time, so of course he didn't dare to ask other people about that person again.

According to what he told Wen Changrong before, he found a cleaning job.

Of course, Qiao Xing asked to do it now, and the treatment was obviously different from before.

No one cares about him, he sweeps however he wants, wherever he wants.

Qiao Xing thought so of the reason why he came to sweep the floor.

Now he has no way to ask if the man has returned, and for sweeping the floor, he can go anywhere, so it is convenient to monitor the situation in various places.

If that person came back, the car would have to pass through Wen's avenue, and he would definitely be able to see it immediately.

And about Wen Changrong.

He still doesn't know what Wen Changrong knows, how much he knows, and whether he will settle accounts with him when he returns.

If Wen Changrong wanted to make trouble for him, he would sweep the floor and stay in wide areas. If something went wrong, he would be able to run away. For this reason, he parked his car around every day.

Anyway, killing two birds with one stone is a perfect idea.

……

Two days passed in a flash, and Wen Changrong came back.

Qiao Xing was waving the broom blindly on the garden path opposite the mansion, hiding his body behind a small tree branch, sneakily watching the Bentley that had just parked not far away.

The doorman went up to open the car door, Shen Qinlan got out of the car first, followed by Wen Changrong.

Both Shen and Wen changed their outfits, with colorful shirts on their upper body and casual trousers on their lower body.

The buttons of the shirts were all undone very low, especially for Wen Changrong, the buttons were almost undone below the chest.

The appearance of the two of them didn't look like they were on a business trip at all, but rather went on vacation somewhere.

As soon as Shen Qinlan got out of the car, Wen Changrong hugged the young man's waist naturally, and without knowing what he said, there were smiles on both of their faces.

Qiao Xing was greatly relieved.

Fortunately.

will laugh.

Prove it's okay.

He just breathed a sigh of relief, but Wen Changrong seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned around, looking in his direction.

Fuck blah blah blah blah.

Qiao Xing just crouched on the spot with his head in his arms.

After his body was completely covered by the short bushes, Qiao Xing realized belatedly. Today, he specially wore a large gray shirt and a hat in order not to be conspicuous. He should not be able to tell who it was. right.

He doesn't seem to need to hide?

After hesitating for a while, Qiao Xing quietly poked his head out to take a look.

The door of the mansion was closed, and Wen Changrong had already entered.

……

The alarm was lifted for the time being, and Qiao Xing continued with his big business of sitting in the garden with a broom and cracking melon seeds.

However, the temporary release is not a complete release. Facing Wen Changrong, Qiao Xing still has a certain degree of wariness.

As long as Wen Changrong appeared within his line of sight, he would always stare or squint at the man from the corner of his eyes—in case Wen Changrong suddenly caused trouble.

Qiao Xing watched it a lot, so it was inevitable that he would occasionally meet Wen Changrong's eyes.

However, Wen Changrong did not say anything about it.

It seems to be just accidents and inadvertence again and again.

……

After observing like this for several days, Qiao Xing felt that he was about to become squinted, so he decided to relax a little.

He thought, if Wen Changrong hasn't bothered him for so many days, there is a high probability that he won't?

However, the so-called Murphy's Law is the case.

He was thinking that he would not be caught by Wen Changrong if he relaxed his vigilance, and Wen Changrong really caught him.

That afternoon, Qiao Xing was dozing off on the small stone table under the tree, and pinched his ear with one hand.

The familiar scent of lingering perfume wafted in the wind for a while, and Qiao Xing instantly knew who was standing behind him.

He subconsciously glanced at the car that was thousands of miles away from him at this moment, and his intestines turned green with regret.

If I had known earlier, he should have lifted a stool to the side of the car to doze off!

It's all right now, I can't run away!

"Sir..." Qiao Xing had no choice but to soften his voice and call flatteringly.

"It's so disgusting." Wen Changrong behind him commented.

"..."

Forget it.

He endures.

Qiao Xing coughed twice, turned his voice back, and tried to reach out to save his ears.

"Why are you here, sir?"

"Hand." Wen Changrong gently tugged at his ear, "Take it back."

"... Oh." Qiao Xing withdrew his hand in aggrieved manner.

But he noticed that his ears didn't hurt.

Wen Changrong didn't use any strength at all.

Ok?

what happened?

At this time, Wen Changrong said, "Why, you had so much fun peeking a few days ago, but you suddenly stopped peeking today? Are you tired?"

"..." Sensitive Wen Changrong already knew about his peeking.

Chicken thief!

Qiao Xing insulted secretly.

Qiao Xing pondered for a while, then pretended to be stupid and said, "I didn't peek at you..."

"Then it was the puppy who was peeking from behind the branch?"

"..." Qiao Xing groaned.

The man didn't speak any more, he just stroked the soft flesh of his ears back and forth with his callused fingertips, as if pinching some plasticine.

Qiao Xing's skin was sensitive, and the skin on the ears and the side of the neck turned red in a short while.

He carefully glanced at the expression on the man's face, and saw that Wen Changrong's brows were relaxed, and he didn't seem to be unhappy at all, much less looking for trouble.

Instead of sitting still, take the initiative.

Letting the man pinch his ears, Qiao Xing said, "Sir, that's...you asked Uncle Wu to tell me a few days ago, if you have anything to do in the future, don't ask the bodyguards, you can ask Uncle Wu directly..."

"Ah."

"...Do you know that I asked the bodyguard to listen to the matter?"

"Ah."

"Then you know what I asked the bodyguard about?"

"..." Wen Changrong didn't answer this time, but just gave him a half-hearted look. "how?"

"..." Wen Changrong refused to answer directly, and Qiao Xing didn't dare to ask any more.

He was afraid that he would sell himself.

He closed his mouth tightly, put his hands on his knees, put his legs together, and sat upright, with Wen Changrong still ravaging his ears like a clay figurine.

"Isn't it just for you to ask when Qin Lan will go out and when I will be at home." Wen Changrong said, "Is it necessary to be so ashamed?"

"..."

Qiao Xing's heart pounded and returned to its original position.

Before the two could say anything, a bodyguard came out from the entrance of the garden: "Mr. Shen is already waiting for you at the door."

Wen Changrong paused for a moment, then let go of Qiao Xing's ear.

"Let's go."

……

The alarm is completely lifted.

Feeling relieved, Qiao Xing went back to the room that night and happily rolled on the bed for two rounds. The next day, he happily ordered two big chicken legs in the cafeteria to celebrate his survival from a false alarm.

pity.

As soon as I took two bites of the chicken leg, an uninvited guest sat across from me.

Shen Qinlan was dressed in ironed white clothes. The tailored and spotless clothes were in stark contrast to the chaotic cafeteria environment.

Just sitting there, this person was filled with a sense of disobedience that made Qiao Xing uncomfortable.

Shen Qinlan also brought two bodyguards, one stood behind him, and the other stood behind Qiao Xing.

"I remember you love to drink passion fruit drink, so I bought a bottle by chance."

A glass bottle of passion fruit drink filled with foreign languages ​​was placed on the table.

This drink looks expensive just from the packaging.

When Shen Qinlan speaks well, he still looks talented and gentle.

It's a pity that when Qiao Xing saw the glass bottle, he thought of the glass of ice water he drank in his stomach a long time ago.

He knew in his heart that when Shen Qinlan talked to him well, it must be when something was asked of him, and it would not be a good thing.

Qiao Xing didn't take the drink, but twitched the corner of his mouth with a half-smile and asked, "Is Er Shao okay?"

Shen Qinlan raised his eyes to look at him, his brown pupils were calm but showed some kind of determination not to give up until he reached his goal.

"This is a check for 100 million." The young man took out a check from his pocket and pushed it over. "I lost control of my emotions because I saw your wedding photo in Evergreen's room that day. I'm sorry for the harm I caused you."

"..." Qiao Xing glanced at the check and said, "No need, sir has already given me the compensation."

"What he gave can only represent him. What I give is my deep apology to you on behalf of myself."

When Shen Qinlan said this, his face was expressionless, half apologetic, as if he was reciting some necessary text.

Qiao Xing smiled and was not polite to him. He reached out and took the check and put it in his pocket.

"Thank you, Second Young Master."

Seeing that Qiao Xing received the check, Shen Qinlan threw out his ultimate goal for today:

"5000 million, plus 2% of overseas funds under my name, how about you move out of Wen's house within three days?"

"..."

Qiao Xing inopportunely thought of throwing a check in the face of the heroine in a bloody romance drama, saying, 'Give you 500 million and leave my son! 'The vicious mother-in-law.

He shook his head, threw out the messy associations, and just asked:

"Second Young Master, are you kidding me?"

"No kidding."

"It's only eight days before the end of the month, you want me to move out?"

"Yes." Shen Qinlan's attitude was very firm, and he said, "You know Starlight Entertainment under the Shen Group. If you are willing, I promise to give you a satisfactory support in terms of career."

Qiao Xing of Starlight Entertainment certainly knows that it is the main source of income for the Shen Group and the most famous entertainment company in the industry.

Its prosperous artists can't be counted on both hands. If it can cooperate with it, it can be said to be very good.

But Qiao Xing just couldn't figure it out.

Why bother?

It's only a few days away...

Qiao Xing paused and asked, "Why?"

"No reason." Shen Qinlan didn't seem to intend to say.

Looking at Shen Qinlan's appearance, Qiao Xing probably guessed something in his heart.

He replied: "Second Young Master, I'm really not doing it for Wen..."

"The money can be added. I just want to ask you, should you go or not?"

"...what if I don't?"

"I heard that your brother lives in the Xiangshan Nursing Home."

"..."

The air was silent for a moment.

Qiao Xing raised his eyes, and the two pairs of almost identical eyes looked at each other across the air, neither letting the other go.

Qiao Xing said, "Second Young Master, you are going too far."

"Go? Or not to go."

"..."

"Qiao Xing, all your family members died in the car accident a few years ago, and now only one younger brother is still alive. Love and family, do you know how to choose?"

"...Of course I want both." Qiao Xing twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at the young man with a smile.

"Second Young Master, you made me so happy when you splashed on me last time, I couldn't hold back for a while, and clicked the video."

"..." Shen Qinlan's brows twitched, and the ends of his eyes were slightly pressed.

"You should have seen it," Qiao Xing smiled again: "My phone is in my shirt pocket."

"..."

"Shooting from this perspective, No.1 said, it must be particularly immersive."

Shen Qinlan turned his head and asked, "What do you want to say?"

"The ugly appearance of the second son of the Shen family bullying others and pouring sewage on his servants should be enough to cause the Shen family's stock to plummet, right?"

"I think it's worth losing some money in exchange for a life." Shen Qinlan twitched his lips and said with a smile: "A friendly reminder, my people have already arrived in ward 704."

Qiao Xing's hands were clenched into fists in an instant, he couldn't help himself and stood up abruptly, grabbing Shen Qinlan's collar.

The tableware on the table clanged and fell to the ground, and the soup bowl fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

Qiao Xing gritted his teeth and said, "This matter has nothing to do with my brother..."

Before he finished speaking, a huge force suddenly hit Qiao Xing's knee.

Huge pain swept across Qiao Xing's right leg in an instant, and he couldn't help but knelt down to his right.

This was exactly what he wanted, and the bodyguard standing behind him immediately went forward and grabbed the back of his neck, pressing him down firmly.

The place where Qiao Xing fell was exactly where the soup bowl was shattered just now, and he barely got around the broken bowl with his elbow under it.

"Sure enough, it's something from a kiln." Shen Qinlan stood up suddenly, raised his foot and stepped on the back of Qiao Xing's hanging hand.

The young man's white leather boots crushed hard on the back of Qiao Xing's hand, and all of Qiao Xing's palms were pierced into the broken porcelain.

The broken porcelain tore the skin, and an unspeakable pain passed through the nerves of the five fingers and reached the Tianling Gai. Qiao Xing let out a dying moan from his throat.

Shen Qinlan's eyes were dark and cold: "You still want to do it, huh?"

"Qin Lan."

A familiar male voice came from the door.

Shen Qinlan quickly moved his foot away, and the bodyguard who was suppressing Qiao Xing also let go.

Wen Changrong's footsteps were somewhat anxious and flustered, and he quickly walked to the two of them.

Shen Qinlan replied calmly, "Evergreen."

"Sir," Qiao Xing ignored his bloody right hand, straightened up and shouted to Wen Changrong as if saving his life, "He threatened me with my younger brother, he said he was already sick..."

"Qiao Xing." Wen Changrong didn't even look at him, and said, "You go out first."

……

There was a brief silence in the room.

Qiao Xing was stunned for a few seconds before realizing what Wen Changrong said.

He sighed with his lips, looked at the man's cold side face, and finally propped up his body that was still trembling due to the pain, and walked out the door.

……

The canteen is on the second floor, and Qiao Xing went downstairs very slowly.

His right hand was trembling nervously, and his eyes could not see clearly.

After the car accident many years ago, he was less able to see blood, and was even more afraid of pain.

He didn't dare to look at his right hand that was still bleeding, so he could only use his best to support his body and walk down.

Just go down to the first floor and go down to the first floor.

"Chang Ze only came back once after so many years, uncle is really very..."

Qiao Xing's body trembled violently when a name that was so familiar to him that he was unfamiliar suddenly burst into his ears, and his feet slipped instantly.

The world was spinning in front of his eyes, Qiao Xing tried his best to hold his head tightly with the only remaining consciousness, his body rolled around a few times, and finally bumped into something amidst the sound of everyone breathing in before stopping.

He vaguely smelled the familiar, clear scent of snowgrass, followed the scent and raised his eyes, only to see a silver wheelchair in front of him.

The man in the wheelchair has facial features very similar to Wen Changrong's, but has long eyebrows, thin lips, and a pair of black pupils that look more like radiance.

The man's always warm brows and eyes were slightly frowned at this moment, and the eyes that fell on him were somewhat surprised, as well as a kind of unbearable love and tenderness.