Look good

After saying this, Wen Changrong raised his hand, put his palm on Qiao Xing's hair and rubbed it gently.

The strength of the man was rare and gentle, with a sense of comfort. The unique scent of perfume on Wen Changrong's body drifted away with the movement. For some reason, Qiao Xing's stomach suddenly turned upside down. The strong nausea and vomiting forced him to stop He bent down without covering his stomach.

……

Qiao Xing ate a bowl of porridge all day today, and finally spit out nothing but some acid water. On the way back, he only wore a mask and curled up in a corner away from Wen Changrong. His pupils were dull and the corners of his eyes were drooping. He was very sick. Sick look.

On the way, Wen Changrong asked Qiao Xing to sleep in the mansion several times tonight, if there is anything to take care of, but Qiao Xing firmly refused.

In the end, the car stopped in front of Wen Changze's courtyard as usual, and Wen Chang was shocked when he saw Qiao Xing's appearance hundreds of times worse than when he went out in the morning, and turned to look at Wen Changrong.

"I didn't eat at noon, and I have a stomach problem." Wen Changrong explained, his eyes fell on the back of Qiao Xing, who got out of the car without even saying goodbye.

The man frowned slightly again, obviously not very satisfied.

Qiao Xing entered the yard, but remembered nodding at Wen Changze, and softly called "Master."

Wen Chang didn't know what happened to the two of them before, but seeing Qiao Xing's frightening complexion, he nodded his head to express that he heard it, and then told Uncle Chen, "Uncle Chen, take Xiao Qiao upstairs to rest first."

"Yes."

Uncle Chen took Qiao Xing upstairs, Wen Changrong watched Qiao Xing's leaving back, the light gathering on the eyebrows never dissipated, he was probably still dissatisfied, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Let him have porridge for dinner," Wen Changrong said, and passed the two bottles of stomach medicine in his hand: "I just went to prescribe the medicine, remember to give it to him after dinner, and let him take this if he has a stomachache at night .”

"it is good."

"Let me invite some people to stay here for the night." After thinking for a while, Wen Changrong said, "There are too few people here. If he has a stomachache at night, you won't be able to react in time."

……

At night, Qiao Xing didn't have a stomachache, but started to have nightmares again and again.

He dreamed that Wen Changrong scolded him as a country bumpkin, and took him by the hand into a luxury store. He was wearing new clothes and standing in front of the mirror cautiously. He gently stroked his face and his eyes lingered on him.He dreamed that the two lived together for the first time. He stood in front of the window and said something. Wen Changrong asked him softly, "Isn't it good to be by my side forever?" Even sharper gazes fell on him than now, and he replied blankly, "You can't leave me until I get tired of you"...

In fact, these dreams are not necessarily nightmares, some of them are even good memories, but even so, Qiao Xing still wakes up from the dream again and again, and then falls asleep covered in cold sweat.

When he woke up the next day, as expected, Qiao Xing saw the slime 20 in the mirror.

……

Slime 20 is really ugly. Qiao Xing had no choice but to go upstairs after breakfast to catch up on sleep. Unfortunately, the daytime catch up on sleep was not much better. He still spent time in light sleep and waking up repeatedly.

In the evening, after dinner, Wen Chang sent him another bouquet of flowers, but this time it was no longer hyacinths, but a bouquet of lavender.

"Lavender can soothe the nerves and help sleep." Wen Chang said so.

The lavender was cut by Uncle Chen and placed in a beautiful small vase. The small lavender flowers matched with the Chinese-style jade-colored vase unexpectedly fit together, giving it a different kind of beauty.

Qiao Xing leaned against the head of the bed, wondering if the lavender really worked. He felt a little relaxed after a day of exhaustion. He closed his eyes and took a nap for a while. Then he took out his mobile phone and took a few pictures of the lavender photos, and then uploaded the photos to an album called "Precious".

After finishing all this, Qiao Xing took out his mobile phone and flicked various software in a boring way.

I don't know if I didn't swipe, Qiao Xing just saw that in the financial news this morning, there was a news about the stock prices of several companies in the Shen family plummeting, and the original shareholders sold a large number of stocks.

Among the Shen family companies whose stocks have plummeted is the entertainment company that Shen Qinlan once proposed to exchange benefits with Qiao Xing.

You know, that entertainment company has been standing in the industry for decades, and Yu Shen's family is also a pillar industry. There has been no big fluctuation in stock price for many years, but now it has fallen so much. People are discussing what's going on.

People on the Internet couldn't figure out why, but Qiao Xing knew about the infighting in the Shen family, and at the same time, he also knew that the entertainment company should have been in the hands of the head of the Shen family for many years, otherwise Shen Qinlan would not have proposed to use the company's resources to fight with him. do the exchange.

Now that even the entertainment company's stock is losing money, it is not difficult to guess that the Shen family's family may be at a disadvantage in the internal struggle, and Shen Qinlan's situation may not be very good.

Shen Qinlan's situation is not good, did Wen Changrong help?

Qiao Xing didn't know, he only saw that the most popular one in the comments said [It's too late to jump off the car now, the Wen family bought more than half of the stocks before, and now I realize that I can jump off the car if I want to) No wonder, forget about jumping off the rooftop...]

After reading this comment, Qiao Xing was startled. His eyes stayed on the screen for a long time, then he stood up and found out the clothes he was wearing yesterday, and took out Shen Hong's business card from his pocket.

After thinking about his wording, Qiao Xing edited the text message: [Hello, Uncle Shen, I saw the news about Xingguang, can I ask what the material you gave Mr. Wen that day was about the second young master? 】

As Shen Hong walks in the rivers and lakes, he is naturally very careful with every step. After receiving the text message, Shen Hong called Qiao Xing directly and asked a few more questions. After confirming that it was Qiao Xing himself, he said triumphantly.

"The old Shen's family is about to fail. All the resources of the eldest son have been used up, and the second son can't attract Mr. Wen. Recently, the Qian family just happened to recruit a husband-in-law..." Shen Hong smiled over there. Two voices: "I just passed the news that my second nephew is considering getting married to Mr. Wen..."

……

Four years ago, Shen Qinlan abandoned Wen Changrong to go abroad. The reason was because Shen's mother promised to give Shen Qinlan some property after going abroad. Now the Shen family is on the verge of collapse. If Wen Changrong is unwilling to help, will Shen Qinlan give up Wen Changrong and marry for the sake of the family? Obviously an easy guess.

The nightmare at night escalated directly, Wen Changrong was no longer Wen Changrong, but turned into a guillotine hanging on Qiao Xing's neck.

Another night of sleepless nights, slime 30, slime 40... Qiao Xing didn't even bother to pay attention to what non-human thing he had become. He swallowed three meals a day, Just squatting on the balcony and smoking.

For a while he thought of the money he had worked so hard to save, for a while he thought of his younger brother who was still lying in the hospital, and for a while he thought of the frightening cruelty in Wen Changrong's eyes when he pressed his head tightly many years ago.

He still couldn't figure out a solution, but the second-hand smoke smoked the little flowers on Wen Changze's balcony until his head drooped.

It was another night awakened by a nightmare, Qiao Xing stared at the empty ceiling with wide eyes, his chest heaved violently, and the only sound in the room was his heavy breathing like a dying fish.

Such panting sounded in the room for several seconds before Qiao Xing slowly recovered from the horrific dream just now. His fingertips trembled, and he turned on the screen of the phone dully, and saw that the time showed one o'clock in the morning.

'Knock knock' came two knocks on the door, and Wen Changze's voice sounded from behind the door.

"Qiao Xing, are you awake?"

"..." Qiao Xing reacted for a moment, and after a few seconds, he opened his mouth as if his senses had come back from a cage: "Ah...no...didn't sleep."

"If you haven't slept, get up and open the door for me."

Wen Chang seldom used imperative sentences, and now it was rare to use such a sentence, so Qiao Xing could only get out of bed and open the door.

Opening the door, Wen Chang was sitting on the silver wheelchair as usual. The man's back was as straight as bamboo, and there were a few books on his lap.

"...I quarreled with you." Qiao Xing rubbed his sore eyes. He thought that he must look ugly now, so he lowered his head and said with a bit of guilt: "I'm sorry. Feel sorry."

"It didn't bother me." Wen Chang smiled at him, his eyes quickly skipped over his burnt incense burner and the pot of lavender on the bedside table, and said, "It's just that I can't sleep today. I just listen to it downstairs." When you hear your voice, come up and have a look."

"In this way, I... I'm just doing bad things..."

"Listen to my reading?" Wen Chang picked up the two books on his lap: "These are the two books I've been reading recently. Last time I heard you said that you also read books related to psychology , so I thought... maybe you'd be interested?"

The male god said that he would come to give him the Amway book at night, and Qiao Xing's emotional part told him that he should take it all, but his reason and the fatigue of his brain that had been tense for many days made him shake his head.

"I'm so tired, I hug..."

"Let's go, you go and lie down, I'll just read it next to you." Wen Chang raised his hand and gently grasped his fingertips, but his movements seemed to have some strong meaning that he had to go in.

"..." Qiao Xing pursed his lips and turned sideways to get out of the way.

……

Wen Chang lit a new incense, and Qiao Xing leaned back on the pillow.

Wen Chang held a copy of "Facing Your Inner Fear" and a copy of "Andersen's Story" in his hands. Wen Chang asked him which book he would like to listen to, and Qiao Xing answered casually.

Wen Chang first picked up the fairy tale book, then turned two pages and put it down, picked up another book, opened a page casually, and started reading in a low voice without looking at it carefully.

"When a man's world, inside and out, is fragile, it's not hard to see why he'd invent a set of survival techniques..."

After listening to a few words, Qiao Xing said, "How can I understand you reading from the middle?"

"It's just that you don't understand." Wen Chang raised his head and smiled at him: "If you understand, you will think about it. How can you sleep?"

"..." Qiao Xing didn't speak again.

Wen Chang began to read again.

"Always businesslike, keeping his distance, maintaining the upper hand as much as possible, never being an equal, unpredictable. Arrogant, unapproachable, and capable of snapping into a stinging rage when all his protections fall short What's more, they insist on going their own way, thinking that their actions are reasonable and not wrong."

……

Wen Changze's voice is somewhat similar to Wen Changrong's, deep and deep, with a little magnetism, very suitable for a radio announcer.

No matter how slow Qiao Xing was, he could guess that Wen Changze was not unable to sleep tonight, but that he had been suffering from insomnia for a long time, so he specially took a book to coax him to sleep today.

This trick would have a hypnotic effect if used normally, but unfortunately, Qiao Xing's insomnia was so severe that he leaned on the pillow and felt very tired physically, but his head was very clear-headed, and he couldn't help but start thinking a lot Those messy things that I didn't think about the results for days.

Wen Chang read for a while. Seeing that Qiao Xing was still staring at the ceiling with his eyes open, he simply read one sentence on the left and one sentence on the right, breaking the paragraphs into sentences that he could not understand at all. After reading like this for a while, Qiao Xing slowly Turning his head, his eyes fell on the cover of the book in Wen Changze's hand.

Qiao Xing asked: "Why is the title of the book "Facing the Fear in Your Heart", but what you read doesn't have any practical methods, it's something that is just talking about..."

"I messed up the order." Wen Chang stopped temporarily and said, "Also, this book is a psychology book. In the final analysis, it is for relevant people to read. A lot of it is some theoretical knowledge, which requires some thought. to understand."

"Oh... no wonder I can't understand these mythical books." After Qiao Xing finished speaking, he turned his head and blinked at Wen Changze.

His eyes are already extremely sore at the moment, and the eyeballs are full of red bloodshot eyes caused by exhaustion, but he still tries to open his eyes to make himself look better, looking at Wen Chang, he said: "Then can you use a simpler method?" Tell me, how should I face my fear?"

Wen Chang closed the book in his hand and looked into his eyes.

"What kind of fear?"

"...I really want to escape but I can't avoid it, but if I continue to walk like this, I feel like I will die."

"Then go face him."

"But...it seems like you will die if you face it."

"Putting your head out and shrinking your head is also a knife." Wen Chang smiled at him, relaxed as if chatting with friends: "Since you are going to die anyway, why don't you just go straight up and try? Maybe it can be like this Get rid of."

"..."

"If you can't solve it, at least you've tried it. It's better than hanging up and down all the time." Wen Chang said: "In fact, most of the time, the fear comes from oneself. It's imagination that magnifies the problem..."

Last night, Qiao Xing had a rare sleep for a while, and degenerated from a full body slime to a slime 50.

The book Wen Chang read yesterday was placed on the bedside, but Qiao Xing glanced at it before looking down at his phone.

On his cell phone is a text message from Old Zhao [I heard that Shen Qinlan is going to marry the daughter of the Qian family [panic] [panic]]

All this news reached Lao Zhao, and Qiao Xing really didn't have much time left.

He sent a text message to Old Zhao saying that if he didn't call him back within the day, he would call the police, and then tidied up a rare thing, and went to Wen Changrong's study.

……

Walking to the door of Wen Changrong's study, Qiao Xing took two deep breaths before stepping into the study.

"……gentlemen."

"Yeah." The man was still busy with his business, writing something in his hand, without raising his head.

"...I have something to tell you."

"What." After signing the document in his hand, Wen Changrong raised his head to look at Qiao Xing. The man's eyes fell on Qiao Xing's puffy eye bags and dark circles that couldn't be covered by thick concealer. He frowned, and then saw Qiao Xing With a slightly different expression than usual, he put down the signature pen in his hand and said, "Close the door."

It is Wen Changrong's habit to say that important things should be closed.

But Qiao Xing deliberately ignored this sentence as if he didn't hear it, and only said: "You can't hit me for a while."

"?" Wen Changrong didn't know why, maybe there was something unusual in Qiao Xing's words, the man sat up straight, and looked at him with some scrutiny: "Why?"

"I think……"

"..."

"...I want a divorce."

"..." The man clenched his five fingers on the armrest of the boss's chair in an instant, Wen Changrong's eyebrows gathered sharply, and his gray pupils looked up slightly against the sunlight outside the window. In this bright daylight, the sternness in the man's eyes was impressive. Sen Leng's illusion.

Qiao Xing took a step back subconsciously, then stopped abruptly, standing still and swallowing uncontrollably.

"Tell me the reason." After Wen Changrong said this, he pressed the call button on the desktop: "Close the door of the study for me."

The bodyguard came in and held the doorknob. Qiao Xing's eyes lingered on the slowly closing door, he opened his mouth again and again, but finally he didn't say anything, and the door of the study was closed.

"Let's talk." Wen Changrong leaned back on the large boss chair, and looked at Qiao Xing with the irritability between his brows and eyes: "Five minutes."

"I……"

"..."

"I can not wait anymore."

"Can't wait?"

"It's been too long. I don't know when I have to wait. It's too uncomfortable to drag on like this." Qiao Xing squeezed the corner of his clothes, "I want a divorce."

"The reason?"

"...I just can't wait."

"I said that there will be an answer soon." Wen Changrong's irritability surfaced again, but he held back when his eyes fell on Qiao Xing's tired face: "I really can't figure it out, why are you so bold?" Small."

"?"

Wen Changrong sighed, moved the chair a little away from the table, and said to him, "Come here."

"?" Qiao Xing didn't know why, Wen Changrong wanted to hug him?

He shook his head quickly: "No, I'm right here..."

"But you don't need to talk about it."

"..."

Qiao Xing had no choice but to walk over.

As expected, Wen Changrong grabbed his back, and in a daze he pulled him, who was frozen like a dead fish, to sit on his lap.

Qiao Xing's body froze, and Wen Changrong couldn't even talk about relaxing. Qiao Xing could feel the slight difference in the man's tense muscles and facial expressions, and Wen Changrong seemed to be holding back his temper to do these things.

"I heard from Wen Chang that you have been suffering from insomnia and nightmares for the past few days. The situation seems serious."

"..."

"I know I scared you that day, but I've been too busy recently, and I can't get away." Wen Changrong said: "I know that long-term insomnia will make people feel very broken, and it will make people feel extremely impulsive and irrational. idea……"

"It's not extreme impulsiveness," Qiao Xing said, "I really...want to get a divorce, and it wasn't an idea that just appeared during this period of time."

"..." As soon as these words came out, Wen Changrong paused, and after a while, he turned his eyes to his face again, with a bit of indifference: "Then tell me, what is the reason why you can't wait?"

"..." Can't wait is of course just an excuse that Qiao Xing came up with, but obviously, this excuse is not enough now, Wen Changrong is not Wen Changze, I don't know what it means to see through but not to tell the truth, just point to it.

"...I just think it's very boring for us to be together like this." Qiao Xing struggled to choose his words, trying to tell the truth, and avoided saying words that would anger Wen Changrong: "Marriage is two people who like it together, not We're like this...

"It seems to be in harmony with the outside world?"

"You have always liked Shen Qinlan for so many years. If it hadn't been such a mistake back then...I shouldn't have been in this position. I should have left you long ago."

"..."

"You don't like me, and I'm not a partner when I'm by your side these years, and the number of times I've met in the past few years can be said to be very few."

"..."

"You have paid me to do things for four years... What kind of marriage is this?" Qiao Xing couldn't help but squeeze the knees under his hands, and after relieving his tension, he said, "So... let's get a divorce, shall we? "

"..."

There was a long silence in the room.

"I don't know where you misunderstood, or it's just that you have been idle for too long recently and you have too many weird thoughts." Wen Changrong said, "You said that I like Shen Qinlan, yes, that's true, but I was married when we got married. In the past four years, except for the last few months, have I ever mentioned him in front of you? Or have I tried my best to find him, and what couples can do to him? "

"……No."

"In the past four years, have I given Shen Qinlan any property or other things that should belong to you?"

"No... no."

"Yes, then how can you say that you and I have lived together for four years?"

"..."

Qiao Xing was a little confused.

He couldn't follow Wen Changrong's logic.

He paused for a while before saying, "But...you haven't looked for him, it doesn't mean you haven't missed him all these years."

"I really haven't thought about it." Wen Changrong lowered his eyes and met his four eyes: "Qiao Xing, I'm a practical man. If I really want it, I'll take it instead of just thinking about it all the time. It’s ridiculous to think about four years.”

"But...you didn't think about it, why did you reconcile at the speed of light when you came back?"

"I haven't thought about it in four years, but it doesn't mean I can't see each other again."

"..."

Qiao Xing was choked to death by Wen Changrong's mysterious logic.

"Also, a wedding is a wedding, and a marriage certificate is a marriage certificate. Four years ago..." Wen Changrong said, "If you weren't on stage, I wouldn't have held that wedding, let alone get a certificate later."

"..." Qiao Xing didn't know why he had the illusion of being confessed.

The person who confessed his love still had a paralyzed face, as if he was explaining some product instruction manual to him.

"I...what do you mean now?" Qiao Xing really couldn't take it anymore, he managed to sort out the logic: "...and even if you don't like Mr. Shen, it doesn't mean you like me, does it? ? Even without Shen Qinlan, you have been doing it with other people for the past four years..."

"Should I repeat the old-fashioned topic of soul and flesh?" Wen Changrong said, "It doesn't mean anything if I do it with others."

"..."

"I just don't understand, Qiao Xing, why you, who are usually so smart, can't realize that the only person who has the name of my partner for four years is you."

"..."

"That's enough talking, isn't it enough?"

"...Divorce!" This was probably the bravest time in Qiao Xing's life, he said vigorously: "It's a fact that you like Er Shao, you treated me like that a while ago, I..."

"impossible."

"..."

The three light words, the firm and unquestionable tone, and the cold and unmoving eyes.

Wen Changrong's eyes met Qiao Xing's directly, and the man's cold gray pupils looked more and more like some kind of cold thing. He didn't feel guilty about these three words, or felt any other emotions.

The courage that Qiao Xing had just mustered suddenly died down, and he even felt that everything he had done before seemed meaningless—after all, you can reason with a machine, do you still hope that the machine can understand?

……

Wen Changrong put a little force on Qiao Xing's back with his arm, and put his palm on Qiao Xing's waist. The large desk tabletop was in front of the two of them, and further forward was the closed door of the study room. Horizontal, like countless layers of shackles.

Wen Changrong's eyes fell on Qiao Xing's face, and seeing that he was staring blankly but didn't say anything, he loosened his arms a little.

At this time, Wen Changrong's laptop made a ding-dong sound, and a message popped up on social software to remind him, the content was: The photo was taken just now, at No. 498 Baijing Road, it is confirmed to be Shen... [Picture] [Picture]

Qiao Xing turned his head to the side and just saw the computer screen. Before he could see what it was, Wen Changrong's palm pressed against the side of his face, and pressed Qiao Xing against his chest forcefully.

"...It's really hard work."

After cursing this sentence, the man stretched out a hand to touch the mouse, clicked on the message that had been flashing, and then clicked on the two photos in the dialog box that were clearly taken secretly.

In the photo, Shen Qinlan sat face to face with a certain beautiful girl in a coffee shop.

Wen Changrong's finger that clicked the mouse was hanging in the air, Qiao Xing turned his head forcibly, and felt dizzy when he looked at the photo.

"Maybe it's a misunderstanding, sir, you know about "The Domineering President Falls in Love with Me", you know, a flirtatious bastard like me likes to use this method to separate people..."