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The two of them didn't have their wedding anniversary at all, and the time had passed long ago. After thinking about it, Qiao Xingsi could only use travel as an excuse.

It just so happened that he really wanted to go to Hawaii a few months ago, and there were still a few pieces of information about Hawaii in the suitcase.

The next day, Qiao Xing got up early in the morning. After taking a shower, she habitually dug out the more eye-catching clothes in her luggage and prepared to dress up—then she remembered that she was not going to please the benefactor this time, but to talk about it.

It would be great to make Wen Changrong despise him if he could dress a little more earthily.

Thinking in this way, Qiao Xing changed into a gray shirt that was usually only worn as pajamas at home, and carefully buttoned the shirt button to the last one. The lower body was paired with a pair of loose sweatpants and Oxford boots.

As soon as he went downstairs, he bumped into Wen Changze who was watering the flowers on the first floor.

Wen Chang was taken aback when he saw his outfit, and then his expression became a little indescribable.

"...I'm going to the construction site!" Just thinking about being ugly to Wen Changrong, but unexpectedly being ugly to the male god first, Qiao Xing hurriedly found an excuse to slip away.

"Well, be careful on the road." Even if he couldn't say anything, Wen Chang still answered him with a serious word, and then he couldn't help stretching out his hand to make a gesture at the neckline: "Don't tighten it? Or...untie one?"

Of course it's his fault, but Qiao Xing can only bear it for the sake of being ugly.

He quickly slipped to the gate of the courtyard, hoping that his ugly appearance would save a few seconds in front of the male god. "It's windy at the construction site! Tighten up so the dust won't blow in! Goodbye, Young Master Wen!"

"okay, bye."

……

Today is a Saturday. I heard that Wen Changrong was working in the study. Qiao Xing took a car to the gate of the mansion. Maybe it was because he was dressed too differently today. Uncle Wu glanced at him several times.

The wooden door was knocked three times, and the man's deep and magnetic voice answered inside: "Come in."

Qiao Xing opened the door and went in, Wen Changrong put the report aside, raised his eyes and frowned.

"Why are you so ugly today?"

"..." Even though she was dressed for being ugly, Qiao Xing almost lost her temper when she was scolded for being ugly face to face.

He endured it and said with a smile, "Today is a new style."

Wen Changrong glanced at him, leaned back so that the chair was some distance away from the table, and patted the palm of his leg.

"come over."

"..." I didn't ask him to sit on my lap when I met him before. Why was he so enthusiastic today? Qiao Xing was a little puzzled, but he still responded obediently: "Oh!"

As soon as he approached and sat on the man's lap, Wen Changrong immediately reached out and touched his collar buttons, and unbuttoned three of them for him.

Qiao Xing: "..."

"Okay." It seemed that Wen Changrong felt so much more pleasing to the eye, then put down his hands, leaned back on the back of the chair, and his eyes fell on his face: "What's the matter, let's talk."

Qiao Xing smiled dryly: "...do you know that I have something to do with you?"

"bother you for something."

"..." What Wen Changrong said was very reasonable, Qiao Xing didn't hide anymore, and took out the Hawaii advertisement from his pocket: "It's... sir, I want to go to Hawaii."

"Yeah." Wen Changrong glanced at the poster, then at him again: "Don't tell me you don't even have the money to travel."

"Yes!" Qiao Xing smiled obsequiously, and leaned over, "I just... want to ask you if you are interested in Hawaii, and I want to ask you to go with me."

Wen Changrong raised his eyebrows: "About me?"

"Yeah!" Qiao Xing nodded, and started to make up: "I haven't been to this place, and I can't meet friends. I don't speak English, so I dare not go by myself. You just haven't been on vacation for a long time, so let's... go together ?”

"..."

Wen Changrong didn't answer, just looked at him, and his eyes fell on the Hawaii poster again.

"You always said that you wanted to go to Hawaii. Why, it's been so many years, and you haven't visited yet?"

"...No!" Qiao Xing didn't lie about this: "I was busy with you in the early years, and then I was busy with work. I don't even have a passport to go abroad!"

"..." Wen Changrong looked at him for a while, then reached out and took the poster in his hand.

Qiao Xing let go of the man's hand and let the man take the poster away, but his heart skipped a beat. He took the poster, which meant he was considering going.

Most of the travel agency posters were similar, Wen Changrong took them and flipped through them hastily, but didn't seem to understand the meaning, so he raised his head to look at him again.

"If you're going this month, I don't have time."

"That……?"

"..." The man put down the poster, put his finger on his forehead and thought for a while, then said, "Go during the Spring Festival."

"Spring Festival?"

"Well, the Spring Festival is a statutory holiday, and everyone in the company has a holiday, and the busiest year-end and new year are over at that time, and I am the most free during that time."

"..."

Qiao Xing felt like he was about to suffocate.

Counting that there are still more than three months before the Spring Festival, their trip will be at least a week, that is to say, Wen Changrong has no plan to divorce him in at least four months?

"That, that..." Since she didn't plan to divorce within four months, Qiao Xing hastily stretched the battle line again.

He blinked, tried to suppress his flustered expression, and tried to ask with some sincerity: "Sir... shall we go on a trip together next year?"

"..." Wen Changrong didn't speak, his cold gray pupils met his deliberately wide eyes.

"..." The man's gaze was so oppressive when he looked straight at the person, not to mention that Qiao Xing was lying at the moment.

He couldn't help curling his fingers, and kept reassuring himself that Wen Changrong didn't have mind reading skills, then forced himself to calm down, looked at Wen Changrong and blinked again.

After a long time, Wen Changrong replied: "...It's not impossible."

"...Then what about the next year?!" Qiao Xing opened his eyes wide in horror: "Why don't we travel every year from now on?!"

"..." Wen Changrong didn't speak, just looked straight at him, and leaned back on the back of the chair, looking a bit lazy: "Okay, stop pretending, Qiao Xing."

"..."

"You don't want to travel at all, but you want to try something?"

"..." Qiao Xing's eyes widened, and the expression on his face was so guilty that he couldn't extricate himself: "No, no, no! What can I come to test..."

"Test when I plan to divorce you?"

"..."

You can fucking guess that.

Qiao Xing swallowed his saliva in a panic, and hurriedly moved to the side of the table. If something went wrong, he immediately "jumped his legs" and ran away.

"You don't like to go out, and I'm not very keen on traveling. We haven't even mentioned the matter of traveling together for so many years," Wen Changrong said, "And you have always been very obedient, and you are very good at observing people's words. You There is no reason why you suddenly want to ask me out on a trip during my busiest month."

"..."

Wen Changrong asked, "Does the divorce make you feel uneasy?"

? ”

For some reason, Qiao Xing always felt that Wen Changrong's thinking direction was different from his thinking direction.

"I can understand your uneasiness, but I still hope that you don't think too much about it." Wen Changrong looked at him, "Because I can't confirm whether it is right now, or in a short time. Do you want a divorce?"

"..."

"I know you have paid a lot, and you will feel uncomfortable in such a situation, but... at present, there is only so much I can do."

"...I don't understand." Since Wen Changrong already knew the purpose, Qiao Xing said straight to the point, "Sir, you know, I'm not from your circle, I'm really stupid, I'm not good at guessing what you say I mean, I..."

"I've been thinking a lot lately..." Wen Changrong closed his eyes and pressed his fingers against his forehead: "But... I don't know what the result will be, let alone promise you."

"I still haven't heard..."

"I know you want to stay." Wen Changrong said: "But all I can do... is the compensation. No matter how long the promise is, I can't give it to you."

Having said that, Qiao Xing felt that he probably understood.

Wen Changrong misunderstood that he wanted to stay, so he took his temptation of freedom as a little lover's temptation of his 'death time'.

Although Qiao Xing really wanted to say that I am not without me, just go be happy—then all problems will be solved.

But his rationality still told him that it would be better not to slap the donor directly in the face, because it would be really embarrassing.

"Sir..." Qiao Xing sat up straight, and asked in a different way: "...If the second young master comes back, will you divorce me right away?"

Just now Qiao Xing heard something - Wen Changrong's inability to give an answer on whether to divorce or not was actually because he didn't know how he and Shen Qinlan would end up.

But in fact, this "I don't know what the outcome will be", according to Qiao Xing's known practice, the reason why the two quarreled could not be reconciled was that Shen Qinlan was unwilling to come back, as long as Shen Qinlan came back, the result of the two would be reconciliation.

With such a result, wouldn't everything be resolved?

Qiao Xing had already figured out how to get Shen Qinlan back, and then took advantage of the opportunity when the two reconciled to crazily encourage Wen Changrong to divorce, and then... just let the sky fly!

"I don't know." Wen Changrong replied.

"?????"

"His return doesn't mean anything. As I said, I can't give you an answer yet." Wen Changrong seemed a little annoyed after repeatedly explaining a question.

"...Then what if the second young master comes back to make up with you?"

"..."

"What if the Second Young Master came back crying bitterly and wanted to be with you?!"

"...What nonsense are you talking about?" Wen Changrong glanced at him speechlessly: "Impossible."

"If, if!"

"No ifs."

"Oh! Assume!" Qiao Xing was impatient.

"..." Wen Changrong's eyes fell on his face, and then looked away for a moment, and finally the man pressed his fingers to his forehead again, his eyes with gray pupils fell on the table, as if he was thinking about something.

"...Whether you want to get a divorce has nothing to do with the assumptions you said, and I still can't give you an answer."

"..." Qiao Xing was stunned.

After answering, the man put his hand down from his forehead, sat up, and looked at Qiao Xing impatiently with a little impatience in his movements: "Anyway, don't worry about this question anymore, okay?"

"..."

"I will try my best to satisfy you whatever you want during this time, don't be uneasy anymore."

"..."

"Just stay at ease, it's useless to think too much." After finishing speaking, the man patted his lower back and hurried him away: "Get up."

"Oh!" Qiao Xing jumped off his lap.

"Okay, let's leave it at that." Wen Changrong said, "Let's go back."

"..." Qiao Xing stood still.

"?" Wen Changrong's head grew dizzy: "What else is there?"

"..." Qiao Xing looked at Wen Changrong and fell into deep thought.

You know, Wen Changrong was the ultimate demonstration of dog licking to Shen Qinlan many years ago. As long as Shen Qinlan took the initiative to say sorry, Wen Changrong would hug Shen Qinlan with [-]% distress, and then take the initiative to say that it was okay. He kicked it away.

And just now, he gave the hypothesis of 'Shen Qinlan cried bitterly and begged for peace', but Wen Changrong didn't let go.

"Qiao Xing?"

"...I'm going first, goodbye sir."

"Hmm." Wen Changrong frowned seeing Qiao Xing's demented expression.

……

Qiao Xing walked to the door of the study absently, and when he looked up, he saw the familiar face of the bodyguard brother standing opposite.

He turned around and glanced at the study window, which had not drawn the curtains...

"Brother, you sold me twice." Qiao Xing put his arms on the wall next to the bodyguard's head, forming a wall-dong posture: "This time... you will pay a small price."