Look good

The car is on the way back.

Qiao Xing sat in the corner of the back seat, trying his best to curl up his body to reduce his sense of existence.

Wen Changrong sat at the other end of the back seat, playing with an antique coin between his fingers.

The car was silent.

Qiao Xing shivered, praying that the silence would last until he got out of the car and went home.

It would be even better if there was a thunderbolt on the road to knock Wen Changrong into amnesia.

Amitabha……

When the car passed by and reached the first intersection, Wen Changrong said, "Qiao Xing, where do you live now?"

Qiao Xing was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "XX community..."

"Address?"

"No. 107 South XX Road..."

"Yes." Wen Changrong agreed, and said to the driver, "Go to Wanteng Plaza."

"Yes."

Wanteng Plaza?Isn't that the famous night snack square?Is Wen Changrong going to take him to have supper?

Are you going to kill him with spicy crayfish?

"Come here." The man put down the coins he was playing with and beckoned to him.

This action is like a dog.

Qiao Xing poohed in his heart, then moved over carefully.

Wen Changrong called him suddenly, nine out of ten he wanted to investigate what happened at the banquet just now.

Hmm... After thinking about it, Qiao Xing decided to strike first.

He moved in front of the man, softened his voice, and said dog-leggedly: "Sir, you are really extraordinarily handsome today..."

Before he finished speaking, the man's palm clamped on the back of his neck, and his five fingers immediately pressed down on his neck.

An unspeakable pain hit Tianling Gai directly, and Qiao Xing's knees suddenly softened, and he knelt down on the carpet in the car.

He has always been in pain, and now tears have filled his eyes.

"Sir! It hurts, it hurts!" He shouted like a pig, "It hurts!"

Wen Changrong relaxed his grip, moved his finger an inch to the right, and pressed down again.

"Sour!" Qiao Xing howled, almost unable to kneel.

I really don't know what position Wen Changrong pressed, whether it hurts or not, but it's so uncomfortable that it makes the nose feel sore, and the whole body feels numb as if unable to exert force.

After he was sore and sore for a while, the man moved his fingers away from the meridian, but still pressed his neck, preventing him from standing up straight.

Qiao Xing sniffed, looked at the man's shiny leather boots with blurred eyes, and heard Wen Changrong's voice from above:

"What are you doing at the hotel?"

"...my distant cousin is having a wedding," Qiao Xing swallowed the tears in his eyes, and explained honestly: "I'm here to help, the room is where the best man changes clothes, and there are surveillance cameras in the corridor...the door of the room is always closed. It was open, a lot of people were coming in and out, I didn't do anything..."

"I'm sorry you don't dare to do it." After Wen Changrong finished speaking, he asked again: "You can lose the ring if you do me a favor?"

"It was too busy that day, and there were still a lot of people." Qiao Xing said, "I was busy for eight hours, and I was too tired, so I didn't pay attention..."

"Did you not pay attention to such an expensive ring?" Obviously, Wen Changrong knew his nature as a money lover very well.

"I'm really tired," Qiao Xing whispered, "Otherwise, it's a seven-figure ring. If you lose it, I might as well take it..."

... An inexplicable coldness suddenly climbed up Qiao Xing's back.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Although Qiao Xing couldn't see the man's expression, his animal sixth sense stopped him in time and apologized bitterly, "I'm sorry... I really didn't mean it... I I don't want to lose the ring either... I know I'm wrong, I really know I'm wrong!"

After a few times of sorry and knowing that I was wrong, the man still didn't let go.

"..." Wen Changrong pressed the back of his neck and remained silent for a long time, until Qiao Xing's kneeling legs went numb, and the strength behind his neck disappeared.

It's really killing me.

Qiao Xing straightened up, and he didn't know which unknown tendon in the back of his neck was pulled in the process, and he felt sore again.

Don't say it feels so sour.

It's like going for a punching and kicking massage.

"gentlemen……"

He didn't care about exercising his stiff body, and was just about to say something flattering to please Wen Changrong, but the car stopped.

The driver said: "Boss, we're here."

"En." Wen Changrong responded, but did not say to get out of the car, but took out the wedding ring box that Uncle Wen had returned to them after the lecture.

Seven digits...

Qiao Xing's eyes regained a little brilliance.

The man put the box on the small table in the car, and was not in a hurry to open it. Instead, he poured a small glass of red wine first, and then handed the glass containing the wine to Qiao Xing.

"Take it."

"Oh." Qiao Xing's eyes and nose were still red, and he took the wine glass with a dazed face.

what?Give a candy with a stick?

Wen Changrong planned to have a drink with him in the car as an apology for pinching his neck just now?

This is not acceptable, he will not forgive without 10,000+...

Suddenly, the cold ring touched the soft flesh of his lips.

Wen Changrong leaned down slightly, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and a pair of calm gray pupils looked down at him, and pressed the ring in his hand to his lips again.

"Swallowed."

"..."

What the hell?

Tun Tun Tun Tun Tun what?

Feeling the oppression on his lips, Qiao Xing looked at his benefactor in horror.

"..." Wen Changrong looked at him calmly.

Wen Changrong's mother is of Western European descent, so Wen Changrong's facial features are deep and three-dimensional, with clear facial contours, coupled with a pair of cold gray pupils that look like a machine color, when he is not smiling, he often gives people a mechanical coldness .

Not to be approached, let alone to be discussed.

"..." Qiao Xing swallowed, and lowered his eyes tremblingly.

He looked at the ring on his lips, as well as the big diamond on the ring that was unknown how many carats it was, but was extraordinarily dazzling.

……

If he had known that there was today, he should have asked Wen Changrong to weave it for him in the first place.