Look good

It wasn't until Wen Changze's back disappeared into the distance that he could no longer be seen, and Qiao Xing returned to the bed in the room with a bump.

He held the phone tightly in his uninjured left hand, staring at the string of hard-won numbers and looking again and again.

This is the phone number of the male god.

As expected of someone he has studied for so many years, even the digits of his mobile phone number look so good-looking.

Qiao Xing stared at the number and recited it silently for a few times, then closed his eyes and recited it a few times. After confirming that he had recited it completely, he reluctantly pressed the phone back—then stuck the phone to his chest, and jumped happily on the narrow hospital bed. Roll left and right.

Although he met again with a disheveled face and stuttered when he spoke, and was completely humiliated in front of Wen Changze, he was about to get his phone number!

Hours to go to the phone number!Who else!

He is amazing!

Qiao Xing crazily praised himself in his heart.

After boasting himself, the excitement of getting the phone number gradually subsided.

Qiao Xing lay on the small bed, remembering what Wen Changze had said to him before.

Wen Chang asked him to talk to Wen Changrong, and said that although Wen Changrong had a temper, he could tell right from wrong and would help him...

Leaving aside what kind of person Wen Changrong is, Qiao Xing was actually a little surprised that Wen Chang said such kind words similar to Wen Changrong.

After all, ever since he was with Wen Changrong, he had heard Wen Changrong say that his brother Wen Chang was a great saint many times, and his words were full of disgust and disdain.

And from the servants of the Wen family, all he heard was that the brothers of the Wen family had been at odds since they were young.

Some people even said that Wen Changze's two disabled legs were made by Wen Changrong in order to fight for the position of the family heir.

Qiao Xing didn't believe that Wen Changze's disability was caused by Wen Changrong.

He has been with Wen Changrong for so many years, and he still has a little understanding of Wen Changrong's temper.

Men's methods are ruthless, absolutely absolute, and their thirst for power is also strong.

But in any case, it will never be so vicious that it will disable people or hang their lives by a thread.

In Wen Changrong's dictionary, defeating the opponent physically to achieve victory is considered incompetent.

……

However, after all, the two brothers are at odds.

In the early years, people who knew Wen Changrong gave Qiao Xingguo a piece of advice: If you want to curry favor with Wen Changrong, then never mention his brother Wen Changze in front of him, let alone say anything nice.

Therefore, for so many years, the impression that the two brothers were at odds was deeply ingrained in Qiao Xing's mind.

Although the two are older now, they definitely can't do anything like spitting, but Qiao Xing always imagined that the two passed by indifferently, and then mocked each other behind their backs as the relationship between the Virgin Mary and the psychotic paranoid. Like, overtly and secretly, we must stab each other a few times.

Never thought.

Wen Changze actually took the initiative to say nice things about Wen Changrong?

It's so weird.

Qiao Xing thought.

Wen Changrong talked about his brother, the Holy Mother, behind his back, but his brother said that although the child had a bad temper, he was actually a good person.

Such a comparison is really...

Wen Changrong is a small-bellied guy!

snort!

Qiao Xing looked at his 'pig's trotters' and felt even more angry.

If he hadn't blindly recognized the wrong person at the beginning, he wouldn't be in this situation today.

Wen Changrong, you heartless bastard.

Neuropathy.

Small belly chicken intestines.

Dead pervert.

Unreasonable.

After painstakingly piercing the villain eight hundred times in his heart, Qiao Xing finally felt a little better in his heart.

He dawdled on the bed, and suddenly saw the empty bedside table, and instantly remembered——

His check!

Qiao Xing's face turned pale with fright, and he quickly reached out to take out his small pocket.

He remembered that he held the check in the palm of his hand before, and then put it in his pocket when he took the phone.

The pocket was just that big, and Qiao Xing touched it quickly and found a small ball of paper.

He opened the crumpled little ball of paper. Not surprisingly, the most important seal of the check was all creases.

This check—void.

Qiao Xing took a deep breath on the spot.

money! ! ! !

So much money! ! !

Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

How many songs do you have to write to earn it back! ! !

I'd rather die! ! !

Qiao Xingsheng lay down on the bed helplessly, and suddenly felt that the 'little pig's trotters' hurt even more.

……

Probably to take care of the sick, Qiao Xing's food level has risen a lot since the day his hands were wrapped into pig's trotters.

What bird's nest, shark's fin, abalone, ginseng, millennium ganoderma... In short, as long as it is for the body, it will be sent to Qiao Xing as if it does not cost money.

Because he injured his right hand, every time Uncle Wu delivered food, he would be accompanied by a mother-in-law who was responsible for feeding him.

This mother-in-law probably started out taking care of the children, and she fed Qiao Xing very meticulously, neither too fast nor too slow, even blowing her when it was hot.

Such meticulous care made Qiao Xing feel embarrassed. He often suspected that he didn't hurt his right hand, but turned back to a baby overnight and became half disabled.

……

Wen Changrong treated him as a disabled person, but Qiao Xing went out every day instead of being lazy like a dead house.

On the second day after his hand was injured, Qiao Xing went back to sleep after eating bird's nest porridge, then changed into very simple casual clothes, took his little broom, and went downstairs to sweep the road.

Uncle Wu was taken aback by his actions, and he came all the way from the mansion to ask him what he was doing.

"I can't stay idle, come out to get some air." Qiao Xing said the lines he had prepared before, as if he had been transformed from the dead house in the past into a hardworking bee.

Uncle Wu hesitated: "Then your hand..."

"I will pay attention." Qiao Xing shook the pig's trotters, "I put my injured hands in my pockets, and they won't get dusty if they don't get sun."

"But..." Uncle Wu was still a little worried.

"I'm sweeping on the west side. There are few people here, and Ershao Shen and Mr. Shen didn't come either." Qiao Xing smiled and said, "So I'll be fine."

"..."

After Qiao Xing said that, Uncle Wu couldn't say anything, so he could only tell him to remember to change the medicine, and then he left after saying something like be careful not to get hurt.

Two or three days passed like this, Qiao Xing mostly got up very early, and came down to sweep the floor after breakfast.

He said that he couldn't stay idle, but in fact only he knew why.

Although he asked for Wen Changze's number that day, he couldn't find any reason to text Wen Changze.

Firstly, no one bullied him, and secondly, he and Wen Chang were just a 'first acquaintance', and he was still an ordinary 'little servant'.

He didn't know what hobbies Wen Changze had, so he didn't have any common topics to use as an opening speech, and he, the bullied 'little servant', sent gossip text messages like 'Have you eaten' and 'Have you slept' to the master? , it is too greasy.

After thinking about it, Qiao Xing went back to his old job.

Sweeping, sweeping is a good job.

On the one hand, it can strengthen his "personality" as a little servant, and on the other hand... he can observe Wen Changze secretly, and then find opportunities to get close to him.

Qiao Xing had roughly figured out where Wen Changze lived these days, and Wen Changze was originally in Wen's house.

Wen Changze was originally in the house of Wen's family. Not surprisingly, it was the one he saw planted with white roses, which seemed to be the one where Wen Changze lived.

Because of the estrangement between the two brothers, Wen Changrong didn't find anyone to clean it before, so the building was cleaned by gardeners and cleaners after Wen Changze came back.

Wen Chang himself lives in the main house, but often goes out to the front of the building to supervise.

Qiao Xing observed Wen Changze during the period when Wen Changze came to supervise the work.

Of course, he didn't dare to go to people's eyes too blatantly. After scanning for two consecutive days, he could only watch quietly from a distance.

A little humble, but also very happy.

Qiao Xing lived so happily for two days. On a morning when he showed off his blind sweeping skills with his left hand as usual, a black Bentley stopped not far in front of him.

With just one glance, Qiao Xing recognized who the owner of the car was.

—and then he thought of the voided check.

That day he found out that the check was void and tried to find Wen Changrong, but the news he got was that Wen Changrong had gone on a business trip again and was not at home for the time being.

So he had no choice but to give up.

These two days have passed, is it possible that Wen Changrong is back?

Qiao Xing touched the discarded paper ball in his pocket, and looked at the black Bentley car that was only a hundred meters away from him, and suddenly felt a little ready to move.

But... what if Second Young Master Shen is also in the car?

If Shen Qinlan saw him take the initiative to approach Wen Changrong, he would have misunderstood him again, right?

The occasional sting from Qiao Xing's tightly wrapped pig's trotters seemed to remind him that it was best not to get close to Wen Changrong.

But... doesn't he want money?

...............

The two thoughts in his head were tugging, and in the end the villain who clamored for his life to save his life won.

After all, Qiao Xing was really afraid of pain.

He thought, the most important thing Wen Changrong lacked was money, at worst he would ask Wen Changrong for it after the divorce.

Thinking of this, Qiao Xing picked up the broom and prepared to move to a secret place to hide, so as not to obstruct the eyes of the elder.

Unexpectedly, just as he picked up the broom, Wen Changrong got out of the car and walked towards him without looking sideways.