Look good

That night, the car stopped in front of Xiaobailou again. As soon as the car lock was unlocked, Qiao Xing couldn't wait to open the door and get out of the car.

He used a little force when he closed the door, and the door slammed back with a bang and made a little noise. Wen Changrong frowned in the car, but quickly opened the door and got out of the car. The man stood behind Qiao Xing for the last time Ask him: "You really don't want to sleep with me in the main house?"

Qiao Xing replied without turning his head: "No."

"..." The two negotiated this question many times on the road. Wen Changrong looked at Qiao Xing's slightly hunched back, but in the end he didn't force it. He just suppressed the inexplicable depression in his heart and said patiently: " I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"Why are you picking me up?"

"Let's go to work together."

"I'm not going to the studio tomorrow."

"Where are you going then?"

"I don't know, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"..." Qiao Xing's tone showed a rare coldness, and when he looked forward, the words 'I don't want to talk to you' were almost written on his face.

Wen Changrong's eyes turned slightly to his tense side face. The man clenched his fists slightly, but he didn't move or speak.

Uncle Chen had already opened the gate of Xiaobailou in the distance for the two of them, and Wen Chang also sat by the gate.

Qiao Xing and Wen Changrong had a cold expression on their faces, while the other held back their anger, probably seeing that the atmosphere between them was different from the past, while Wen Chang frowned slightly, his eyes seemed a little worried.

Qiao Xing stood here and waited for a while, his fingertips were cold, and before Wen Changrong could say another word, he simply didn't wait, and walked forward.

"..."

The night was so quiet that only Qiao Xing's own footsteps could be heard. He quickly walked to the door of the small building. Wen Chang's eyes fell on him, and he slightly extended his hand to him.

"came back?"

"……Um."

It's too tired for two big men to hold hands, so after Qiao Xing stepped into the door, Wen Chang only held his fingertips slightly, then pushed his cuff up a bit, and his eyes quickly passed over his skin.

Qiao Xing was standing at the door when his sleeves were lifted, and he couldn't react for a while, but when he saw Wen Changze's eyes wandering around him again, he realized what Wen Changze was looking at a little bit later, and then Answer: "...I'm not hurt."

Hearing this, Wen Changze's eyes stopped temporarily, and he turned to look into his eyes, as if confirming that Qiao Xing was not lying, he let go of his fingertips.

"That's good."

"..."

After confirming that Qiao Xing was fine, the man in the wheelchair turned his gaze to the courtyard door again, only to see that Wen Changrong, who had been standing at the door just now, got into the car at this moment, the door was quickly closed, and the black Bentley drove away from the spot.

"Go into the room." Wen Chang looked away, and asked Qiao Xing softly, "Have you had dinner yet?"

……

When a person encounters something that is extremely sad but unsolvable, don't mention it repeatedly, but find something else to divert attention after confirming that the person has no desire to confide.

Undoubtedly, Wen Chang did a good job on this point.

After Qiao Xing entered the room, Wen Chang only asked him if the things he went out to do today were not going well. After getting the answer from Qiao Xing who nodded but did not continue, Wen Chang did not follow up to ask for clarification, but Instead, talk to him about supper and the weather.

The two chatted for a while, and Qiao Xing naturally saw that Wen Chang was deliberately accompanying him, but he was too tired today, so after talking with Wen Chang for a while, he said, "Go back to sleep, it's too late now .”

"Tonight..." Wen Chang looked at the time, then at him, and asked, "Do you still want to listen to my studies?"

"...No more." Qiao Xing said, "I want to stay by myself for a while tonight."

"Okay." Wen Chang nodded, "Then if you need anything, you can come downstairs and find me."

"……Um."

……

The expected insomnia lasted until three o'clock, and after three o'clock, the expected nightmare continued.

Qiao Xing dreamed that the day after he and Wen Changrong got their certificates, Lao Zhao saw that the eyes of the red book in his hand were about to fall out. It’s not bad, marriage first and then love..."

"Marriage first and then love." Qiao Xing spat at her mouth, but couldn't help rubbing her fingers on the red book: "I just hope he can treat me better, and it's okay to give me more money... "

"Money? You..."

……

The next day the alarm clock rang, and Qiao Xing woke up from the dream of packing up the condoms for Wen Changrong and recognizing relatives with those ducklings. He tore open his eyelids with difficulty, feeling unbelievably sticky all over his body, his hair and back were covered with cold sweat, and he waited to sit Woke up with a splitting headache.

He realized that he seemed to be a little sick, but he had a lot of things to deal with today, and he had an appointment to talk about the matter, so he really couldn't help but go.

Holding his forehead, Qiao Xing stood up with difficulty.

Dizziness, nausea.

Qiao Xing felt that it was really uncomfortable, so he simply took out the cigarette that had not been in his pocket for a long time to relieve the pressure.

But just as he was biting the cigarette in his mouth, and was about to open the window to let in some air, he saw a transparent cabin in the garden downstairs, and various petals and branches scattered on the ground. Wen Chang and Chen Bo were sitting on a stool pruning the flower branches appearance.

As soon as he opened the window, Wen Chang looked up and saw him.

It's still early, and the sun is shining today, Wen Chang picked up a bright yellow flower in his hand, raised his head and asked him, "Little Qiao, do you like sunflowers?"

"..." Wen Chang was caught off guard and talked to him. Qiao Xing almost frightened the cigarette out of his mouth. He quickly reached out to take it down, nodded subconsciously, and replied: "I like it."

"Okay." Wen Chang bent his eyes at him downstairs, and said, "Come down and have breakfast."

"okay……"

A salted duck egg, a stack of steamed buns, and a bowl of porridge.

The breakfast was fragrant, and the small sunflower bouquet that Wen Chang handed to him was shining golden. The delicate yellow petals maintained their bright color under the continuous freshness of the water mist, giving people a feeling of vitality.

Qiao Xing paused and took the bouquet.

"……thanks."

"You're welcome." Wen Chang smiled and said, "Take down the lavender in your room in a while. After so many days, it should be dry."

"Yeah." Qiao Xing replied, his eyes fell on the golden sunflower, and he asked, "Why did you suddenly think of giving me sunflowers?"

"You've been in a bad mood recently." Wen Chang looked at him, "Sunflowers imply that things are developing for the better, and putting some brightly colored flowers is also good for your emotional adjustment from a psychological point of view."

"...Psychology is really mysterious." Qiao Xing replied absent-mindedly, and his eyes fell on the heavy but energetic bouquet in his hand.

Over there, Wen Chang gave him the flowers, put on gloves, and helped him cut open the duck egg, and the orange-yellow liquid heart overflowed in the center, and Wen Chang urged him: "Eat it quickly, it will be cold in a while... "

"If..." Qiao Xing tightened his hand holding the bouquet, and his gaze shifted from the orange egg yolk to the man in the wheelchair: "...if I didn't recognize the wrong person at the beginning."

"……Um?"

……

Because he was too reluctant to part with the bunch of sunflowers, Qiao Xing rushed to the battlefield with the bouquet of flowers.

Of course he lied to Wen Changrong when he said he would not go to the studio last night. In fact, the studio still has a lot of mess waiting for him to deal with.

As soon as he walked into the gate with the bouquet in his arms, everyone turned their heads to watch. The assistant Chen Qi was talking to the front desk at the door, but when he saw the bouquet in his hand, he froze for a moment, and then clicked his tongue.

"Why did Mr. Wen send such cheap flowers..."

"...You're a genius!" Qiao Xing was caught off guard and died of anger, "And this is not from Mr. Wen!"

Chen Qi was startled: "That's... from Xiao Xianrou? This Xiao Xianrou... blame Xiao Qingxin..."

"..." Because Chen Qi talked about his sunflower soil, Qiao Xing didn't want to talk to Chen Qi for the time being, and just walked towards the office with the sunflower in his arms.

"So boss, you were chased by Xiao Xianrou." Chen Qi shook his head, and other people in the studio also cast teasing glances at Qiao Xing: "This Xiao Xianrou must be handsome and very rich." Rich second generation, I said, how could Mr. Wen suddenly have such a sense of crisis and send you so many things..."

"?" Qiao Xing paused, "What?"

Chen Qi pouted at his office, "It's all in your office, I probably took a look, they are all new products of this season, the value is less than hundreds of thousands..."

Qiao Xing pushed open the office door and went in without knowing why, and instantly realized what it means to be blind.

This assortment of luxury bags almost occupied a third of the office. Those who knew it was a gift from Wen Changrong, those who didn't know thought it was him who went abroad to buy it for others.

"..." Rubbing the eyes that subconsciously turned into dollar signs, Qiao Xing somehow felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

Probably not long after he followed Wen Changrong, Wen Changrong bought a house in a community near the school, and the two planned to live together.

At that time, Qiao Xing didn't know much about the matter of 'a whole room is a wardrobe', so he went home with Wen Changrong, and saw that Wen Changrong had moved an entire room for him to use as a cloakroom, and the cloakroom was still full of luxuries. When she was picking up her clothes, her eyes widened in fright, and then she turned around and hugged the man...

Qiao Xing was overwhelmed by his own memories, he quickly shook his head, and said to Chen Qi: "Let some people come and return these."

"Eh?" Chen Qi was a little surprised, and then realized: "Take it to the store and get a refund, right? Okay, I'll just..."

"No, these things should not be brought by Mr. Wen." Qiao Xing said, "It should be brought by Mr. Wen's subordinates. Let's return them to the front desk of Wen's Group."

"..." Chen Qi stared at him with wide eyes, as if seeing an alien.

"? Why?" Qiao Xing turned his head and put his sunflower on the table. Seeing that Chen Qi was still standing there, he immediately became fierce: "Go back! The errand fee is three hundred! Tell someone to hurry up!"

The errand fee is three hundred, and the travel expenses will be reimbursed.

Under such a huge temptation, the people in Qiao Xing's studio immediately ran away, leaving him alone, speechless.

It is a pity that so many people did not complete the work.

"Boss, the front desk doesn't accept it!" Chen Qi called and howled with him: "We wanted to forcefully put it in the lobby, but the little girl at the front desk turned red immediately, saying that we made things difficult for her, I can't bear it..."

"Throw it out the door." Qiao Xing said, "Or anyone of you who wants it can take it home and use it."

"..."

No matter how slow people are, they can detect something is wrong. Although all the employees in the studio had pained expressions on their faces when they came back, no one took any items from the pile.

But within 3 minutes after the group returned, Qiao Xing received a call from Wen Changrong.

"Why are you sending things back?"

"Do not want."

"Why don't you want it?"

"If you don't want to, you don't want to."

"Not to your liking? Don't you like it?" Wen Changrong said, "Are you still angry with me?"

"I just don't want it."

"..." Wen Changrong was silent for a while, and said, "Then take it and throw it away yourself."

After finishing speaking, before Qiao Xing could say anything, the man hung up the phone.

"..." Qiao Xing was convinced that it really was.

He was just thinking about whether to let the front desk close the door, and the pile of things was delivered to the door intact.

"Don't embarrass me..." The gift givers also had a bitter face, "Mister said, don't just take it away and throw it away, but don't give it to us...we have to keep giving it to you if things don't work out, We're not having a good time either..."

I really didn't expect that one day luxury goods would become something that everyone would avoid. Qiao Xing looked at the bitter Wen employees in front of him and waved his hand.

"Let's go."

"Thank you!"

Wen's employees left in a flash, and Qiao Xing resignedly carried the things to the trash can.

He was humming and throwing it here, and the employees in the studio poked their heads out to look at it, the pain in their eyes was shining brightly.

"...How about you take it back?" Qiao Xing said.

"No, no, no..." Everyone shrank back.

He continued to look at the trash can with pain, and someone sighed.

—Everyone who has ever been poor has a habit of not seeing wasteful behavior.

Not to mention the kids in the studio staring at it eagerly, Qiao Xing also felt a little uncomfortable throwing it away.

This tm person... really.

Qiao Xing remembered a sentence that was about to be used badly.

There are three things that people cannot hide, cough, poverty and love.

This is really poor for a while, and it will never change for a lifetime.

"Let's take it and sell it." Qiao Xing brought the things back angrily, "I will transfer the money to Wen Changrong after I get the money back, and if it's not worth it, I can donate it."

……

After working for an hour, Qiao Xing returned to the studio dizzy and dizzy. He had just sat down for a while when he saw a text message on his phone.

Wen Changrong: [I will pick you up at [-]:[-] p.m. and go to XX Seafood Restaurant for dinner]

Qiao Xing likes to eat this seafood restaurant, but obviously, he doesn't want to eat it now.

[I have an appointment to talk to someone at night, so I don't have time to eat. ]

[No time to eat? 】

Through the screen, Qiao Xing could almost imagine Wen Changrong's tone.

[Only time to eat bento]

[Who is what project?Send it to me, and I'll get someone to talk to you. 】

"..." Qiao Xing pressed the airplane mode, then clicked on a stand-alone game, still on the side.

He didn't reply, and when Wen Changrong asked about him, he said that the phone was out of battery and turned off, that's all.

After finishing everything, Qiao Xing rubbed his forehead and heart while sitting in front of the work.

He didn't feel well when he got up this morning, and he was in a mess about returning the goods for a long time just now, and now he feels dizzy and tired.

Not physically exhausted, but mentally.

He figured out that he wanted to return all the refund money for luxury goods to Wen Changrong, and then he paid back two thousand for running errands because of his quick mouth, and now he has a headache because he hasn't done any work... What is he doing for it.

Qiao Xing really became more and more angry, really annoyed.

Just as he was getting annoyed, he raised his eyes and saw what seemed to be a card in the bunch of small sunflowers.

Qiao Xing reached out and took it out, and saw that it was a beautiful little paper card with Wen Changze's flower brand logo on it, a picture of sunflowers and a sentence printed on it:

Always hope, always move forward.

Turning over this paper card again, there is a line of words written by Wen Changze's handwriting'Don't punish yourself for other people's mistakes. '