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Before Qiao Xing could finish speaking, Shen Qinlan had already fired back with anger: "What Weibo, what fingers?! What does it have to do with me?! Wen Changrong, can you think before you fucking speak?!"

Wen Changrong had a bad temper, and Shen Qinlan had a bad temper. Seeing that he was about to lose his chance to speak, Qiao Xing interrupted their conversation loudly in order to avoid taking the blame in the future.

"...This injury has nothing to do with Er Shao!" Qiao Xing said the excuse he prepared yesterday: "I accidentally scratched it on the iron sheet yesterday!"

After speaking, he didn't dare to look at Wen Changrong's expression.

——For seven years, it was the first time he protected him in front of him, but it was such an embarrassing situation.

"Iron sheet?" Wen Changrong didn't reply to Shen Qinlan, but turned his gaze to him first: "You still have iron sheet at home? Are you still leaning on it?"

"Yeah," Qiao Xing could only bite the bullet and make it up now: "There is a construction site near my house. I went for a walk yesterday, and I accidentally scratched it."

After finishing speaking, Qiao Xing was afraid that Wen Changrong would notice the signs of his wound after a long time, so he quickly pulled his hand out of Wen Changrong's hand and curled up behind him.

"I'm sorry to trouble you two! It's all a misunderstanding!"

"..." Wen Changrong didn't speak, just set his eyes on his tightly curled left hand, and then raised his eyes slightly, the gray pupils that gave people a metallic feeling became more and more cool, like a kind of stern look .

"..." Qiao Xing only took a glance and didn't dare to look up again. His heart was beating non-stop, and he somehow felt that Wen Changrong seemed to know something.

No, no, Qiao Xing thought, Wen Changrong didn't look at the wound for a few seconds just now, so he wouldn't notice it.

What's more, even if he realized it, it had nothing to do with him. After all, he didn't say that Shen Qinlan did the injury, so Wen Changrong couldn't blame him.

……

One of the two showed a stern face and the other lowered his head to admit his mistake. Shen Qinlan's eyes flicked back and forth between the two, and he smiled instead of anger.

"Which show is this in?"

When he said this, Shen Qinlan's chin lifted slightly, like a peacock that had won a fight. His eyes fell on Wen Changrong's face. While he was angry, he seemed to be aloof as a winner. He seemed to be waiting for Wen Changrong to be like before. Apologizing to him like that, and this matter is very serious, I'm afraid it will not be easy to handle in the future.

"I misunderstood you about this matter, I apologize to you, I'm sorry." This time, Wen Changrong's lines were a little different from before.

After apologizing, the man didn't soften his voice to coax him, but instead asked, "What about Weibo?"

"...Weibo?" Shen Qinlan was taken aback, as if he didn't expect Wen Changrong to ask about this.

"Well, Weibo." Wen Changrong looked straight at the young man: "After you promised me not to trouble Qiao Xing again, someone posted our old stories on Weibo to splash Qiao Xing's dirty water."

"I must be the one who poured dirty water on him?"

"Apart from pouring dirty water on him, it's just talking about how we match each other and how vicious he is." Wen Changrong said, "All the good things in the article are directed at you."

"..."

"You never cover up who you are suppressing. It is simple and straightforward. In addition, the cost of hiring trolls and fermenting public opinion is not a small amount. You are most likely to spend it."

"So you're sure I did this?!"

"This matter is causing a lot of trouble, it is impossible for you not to know about it." Wen Changrong said: "If this matter has nothing to do with you, you would have come to me to talk about it a long time ago. After all, the whole article is directed at you, but you They haven't found me until today."

What Wen Changrong said was well-founded. The first half of it was exactly the same as Qiao Xing's thoughts, and the second half aggravated Shen Qinlan's suspicion.

"...Do you think everyone can use that thing?!" Shen Qinlan took out his mobile phone and clicked on the Weibo icon: "I have been abroad for a few years, and there is no need for Weibo abroad! I only downloaded this thing after returning to China , After downloading, I haven’t opened it a few times!”

"..."

"How can you be so sure that I know for sure?!"

"..."

The Weibo interface on the screen of the young man's mobile phone is a reminder of the updated version. There is a big gap between the two versions. Obviously, Shen Qinlan hasn't clicked on it for a long time.

This kind of development not only made Wen Changrong frown, but also made Qiao Xing stunned.

Yes, Shen Qinlan has been abroad for the past few years. There is no Weibo abroad, and most of them use Twitter and other things. Wen Changrong and Wen Changrong both tended to be the kind of people who are present, and Wen Changrong seldom checked Weibo. The reason why the man knew about the incident was because it involved the reputation of the Wen family, so someone notified him.

...However, Qiao Xing is the same as Wen Changrong. Maybe he doubted it just after it happened, but he didn't doubt it at all after that.

Because such simple and rude smearing and straightforward suppression is indeed Shen Qinlan's style, and Qiao Xing is not the one who offends others, the only thing he thinks of is Shen Qinlan.

Wen Changrong paused, and asked, "So, you didn't do this either?"

"If you have the money to do this, it's better to ask someone to kill him and throw him into the ditch!"

... Qiao Xing's neck felt cold, and he stood back silently with a guilty conscience.

The matter of the scar just now had nothing to do with him, but this matter has something to do with him. At the beginning, he went to Wen Changrong's office to ask if Shen Qinlan was sick, and he also asked for 3000 million mental damage fees... Ugh.

"Evergreen, Second Young Master."

A gentle male voice came from the side, and I saw Uncle Chen pushing Wen Changze, and four bodyguards followed behind the wheelchair.

"It's getting late, it's cold outside, why don't you come in and have a seat?"

"..."

Wen Changze's words undoubtedly interrupted the quarrel between the two. Of course, the quarrel could not go on. Shen Qinlan raised his eyes to Wen Changrong, clenched his teeth tightly, and his face was still angry.

In the end, the young man sneered heavily, turned around and returned to the car.

There was a crackling sound of keys colliding from the driver's seat, and the Maserati drove away from the spot with a 'buzz' sound of the owner's anger.

……

The moon hung high, and after Shen Qinlan left, Wen Changrong called someone to ask for a thorough investigation of the Weibo incident, and then sat on the back door steps without moving.

Qiao Xing sat next to the man, dutifully accompanying him like the former "three good little lovers". Today's matter has nothing to do with him, but in fact it has a little relationship. No matter what the reason is, of course he wants to accompany Wen Changrong .

The servant brought blankets for the two of them, Qiao Xing put one on his lap, and Wen Changrong draped the other over his shoulders.

Wen Changrong hung his head like a silent statue, while Qiao Xing leaned on his chin and looked left and right in boredom.

The moon in the sky was huge, and its brilliance poured down from the night sky, and the silence between them seemed to be admiring the moon.

Qiao Xing didn't need to guess to know that Wen Changrong must be in a bad mood. After all, the fact that he misunderstood his beloved... It was embarrassing and sad.

But speaking from conscience, Qiao Xing fully understood why Wen Changrong misunderstood him.

Human beings have habitual thinking.

Just like Shen Qinlan did it when he misunderstood Weibo before.

The reason why Wen Changrong misunderstood Shen Qinlan for the injury on his finger today was entirely because Shen Qinlan had done similar things to him too many times. so it is.

The first time he poured dirty water on him and put him in confinement, and the second time he trampled his hands until they were bloody. These were all physical injuries, and he didn't do anything directly to anger Shen Qinlan before each attack What happened was that Shen Qinlan unilaterally felt that he had offended him.

Even more so four years ago.

There are too many examples in the past, Shen Qinlan even asked someone to block him.

Anyway, Qiao Xing was injured during that time, it must be related to Shen Qinlan.

——I heard that Shen Qinlan's father was a violent person who beat up six or seven women over the past few decades, including Shen Qinlan's mother.

Qiao Xing thinks that Shen Qinlan's violence is most likely inherited from his father.

In fact, Qiao Xing couldn't figure out why Shen Qinlan treated him like this at first—and at that time, Shen and Wen were still so-called brothers.

But later, Qiao Xing probably understood the brain circuits of these two people who were "too rich to support themselves". At that time, Wen Changrong was the new heir of the Wen family, and Shen Qinlan was also a noble son. Strange and awkward, they are unwilling to admit that they like each other first, but hope that the other party will bow their heads first.

When Shen Qinlan treated him like this, he just let Wen Changrong's anger out of control, and it didn't matter whether he was at fault or not.

Wen Changrong never directly accused Shen Qinlan out of love in the past, but he was very clear about what happened in his heart.

Now that it is clear, and this is repeated again and again-it is inevitable that there will be some associations.

Just like the story of "Wolf is Coming", you lie for the first time, the second time, and the third time... People will only habitually think that you are lying.

Not to mention the countless things Shen Qinlan has done to Qiao Xing.

"...Sir, you drank a lot of wine today." Seeing that the two of them would become millennium mummies if this continued, Qiao Xing comforted him, "It's inevitable to be impulsive when you're drunk, what you did today is justifiable , I will tell Er Shao tomorrow that it is..."

"All I drink is wine mixed with water, don't you know if I'm drunk or not?"

"……"this person!

He comforts him!He still beat him!

"...Then there's nothing you can do about sitting around like this," Qiao Xing said, "Instead of being so sad, it's better to find a way to solve it earlier."

Wen Changrong turned his head and glanced at him: "How do you see that I'm sad?"

"..." was stunned again.

Qiao Xing endured it: "Then... what are you thinking? Why don't you tell me?"

"..."

The cold wind was blowing, it was already eleven o'clock after the banquet, just now there were quarrels and turning into statues, the time was straight into the night, Qiao Xing covered the blankets on his legs tighter, and was thinking about what to say to make her happy Wen Changrong went in to make a statue, and the warm blanket fell from the sky on him.

Wen Changrong finally stood up, and said without beginning and end: "I think I am old."

"?" Qiao Xing adjusted the position of the blanket on his shoulders with one hand, and wrapped the blanket around his legs with the other hand, frantically flattering: "Not old, not old, a man with 41 flowers, you are still a flower bud at your age!"

"Unopened?" Wen Changrong seemed to be amused by his shameless flattery. The man looked at him, then turned his eyes to his hand holding the blanket, and said, "The living room should have been cleaned almost Come on, go in and wait for me."

"Oh!"

Qiao Xing didn't know why, but he was really cold, so he hurriedly opened the door and went to the warm hall.

……

The living room was almost tidied up, and Wen Chang, Mr. Wen and a bunch of relatives gathered at the door and talked about something, Qiao fortunately didn't want to disturb, so he obeyed Wen Changrong's wishes and sat down on the sofa.

He sat down and saw the clock on the wall showing 00:20.

It's already October 10th.

Qiao Xing reflexively thought, should he get a divorce?

Just as he was thinking, Wen Changrong came back with a small bottle cap.

Qiao Xing stood up, "Sir."

"Ah."

When Wen Changrong approached, Qiao Xing saw that the bottle cap in the man's hand contained a light yellow liquid. The smell seemed to be...gasoline?

?What is this thing for?

Wen Changrong put the bottle cap on the table and said to him, "Sit."

"Oh!" Qiao Xing sat down.

"Give me your left hand."

"..." Qiao Xing's heart skipped a beat.

Wen Changrong didn't wait for him anymore, and directly stretched out his hand and pulled his palm over. The man's fingers were smeared with gasoline, and then he stuck it to the red mark on his ring finger and wiped it heavily——

Qiao Xing watched helplessly as his [-] soft sister coin makeup turned into a mess of paint.

"It's been seven years." Wen Changrong looked at him with no expression of joy or anger, and his tone could not tell whether he was joking or serious: "You are a scheming, coquettish bitch, and your character is not broken at all."

Qiao Xing: "..."