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The water in the bathroom was rushing, the man's face was as dark as midnight when the rainstorm came, and Wen Changrong's cold eyes were stained with a little blood red, making him look even more frightening.

Qiao Xing's mouth was full of the sweet smell of coughing, and his eyes were opened to the extreme to watch Wen Changrong approach inch by inch, and he clenched his fists with the remaining strength in his body, fearing that his heart would burst.

Today, either they died together, or the blade made a few more cuts on his body, leaving him bloody and half dead.

The pain must be painful, Qiao Xing had done [-] times of psychological training for himself, and was about to grit his teeth and rush forward to fight, when suddenly there was a loud banging sound from the door outside the bathroom.

Before the two people in the bathroom could react, countless chaotic footsteps quickly followed, followed by a violent and quick knock on the door.

"Changrong! Wen Changrong!" Wen Changrong's mother's voice came from outside the door, hoarse, "Don't do anything stupid! Open the door!!"

Wen Changrong's forward steps stopped slightly because of the sound, and the bodyguard over there quickly stepped forward, "Ma'am, please stand far away..."

The door of the bathroom was slammed and kicked open before the words were finished, and the fragile plastic door opened wide and shattered into several pieces. Qiao Xing saw the bodyguards rushing in and burst into tears, and called Dad to save my heart Both.

The bodyguards were clearly prepared, and they were fully armed, and the action of applying the tranquilizer was quick and ruthless.

The blade fell to the ground in an instant, which would be enough for a normal person to fall into a coma immediately, but Wen Changrong held on firmly, staring at Qiao Xing in the corner with the last bit of consciousness: "Don't let him go, lock him up."

……

Qiao Xing knows what it means to be exempt from capital crimes, and living crimes are inevitable.

His life was saved, but the bodyguards of Wen's family dutifully surrounded him while he was dealing with the wound. After the treatment was completed and confirmed safe, the bodyguards 'invited' him into an empty room. And never let him take another step.

Qiao Xing had exhausted all his strength in the bathroom before, so he didn't do too much useless struggle when he was invited to the room. After all, there is an army of "three thousand" bodyguards inside and outside, even if he is a superman, he can't do anything.

This room was probably arranged temporarily. The room is very wide, about [-] square meters. The windows of the room are sealed by fences. The bed looks very soft. The sheets and quilts are newly laid, and the table was moved in by the bodyguards just now. , is a smooth round shape without any edges and corners, the corners of the chairs are also ground smooth, the newly hung curtains sway gently with the breeze, the room is well heated and brightly lit.

— as if intending to keep him there for a long time.

……

Qiao Xing originally thought that Wen Changrong would come to him to talk to him the next day, but there was still no one there.

Although he didn't feel too surprised about being "imprisoned", and didn't feel too sad at first, Qiao Xing still felt a little irritable during such a long and endless wait. He couldn't help but close his eyes or Either he dreamed that Wen Changrong chased and killed him, or dreamed that Wen Changrong killed Wen Changze, he tossed and turned in bed all day, couldn't help asking the bodyguard about Wen Changze's news, couldn't help asking the bodyguard when Wen Changrong Come, but always only get the answer from the bodyguard: "When Mr. Wen comes, I will talk to you."

In this way, Qiao Xing could only continue to work hard.

Keeping my eyes open like this until the cock crowed on the third day, at about eight or nine in the morning, a black Bentley appeared outside the door.

Qiao Xing heard the sound of the car engine, and immediately looked out with dry eyes, only to see the car door open, and Wen Changrong came down.

The man was wearing a regular white shirt and a pair of black trousers in a suit. It seemed that Wen Changrong was overly emotional. There were still some bloodshot eyes in Wen Changrong's eyes, a Band-Aid was pasted on his eyebrows, and yellow medicine was applied to other wounds on his cheeks and fingers. , which looks a little funny.

The door opened and Wen Changrong walked in.

Qiao Xing sat on the bed and happened to meet the man's eyes. He originally thought that after so many days, Wen Changrong should have returned to his normal appearance when he appeared, but now when he looked up, he saw Wen Changrong with a stiff face. Although he was not angry, he It still doesn't look normal.

Qiao Xing swallowed all the words he had finally brewed up last night, and he stayed where he was, ready to make no move.

Wen Changrong quickly came to Qiao Xing's bed and sat down, and took the porridge bowl from the bodyguard.

The man picked up a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it rarely, and tested the temperature with his lips. After making sure it wasn't hot, he fed it to Qiao Xing's mouth.

"..." Qiao Xing couldn't remember the last time Wen Changrong did such a thing. It's weird to be so warm and warm in this kind of place.

Qiao Xing tightly closed his mouth to express his resistance, but Wen Changrong opened his mouth in a calm tone: "Eat breakfast first, don't you have a stomach problem?"

"..." Qiao Xing remained silent.

He was afraid that Wen Changrong would poison him to death by poisoning the porridge, so he backed up and said cautiously, "When are we going to talk? Or are you going to lock me here forever?"

"Eat first."

"..."

The two looked at each other in the air, Wen Changrong looked blank, the hand holding the spoon didn't seem to be sore, it just kept holding it in place, as if it was going to be stalemate without eating.

In terms of the skill of staring, Qiao Xing is absolutely inferior to the facial paralyzed gold master.

He hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth and ate the porridge.

The taste of the preserved egg and lean meat porridge was very good, and it left a fragrance on the lips and teeth, but Qiao Xing was not in the mood to taste it. He just ate spoonful after spoonful and looked at Wen Changrong frequently.

"You said yesterday that you like Wen Changze, I thought about it." When the porridge bowl reached the bottom, Wen Changrong opened his mouth.

"...Huh?" Qiao Xing quickly swallowed the porridge and looked at Wen Changrong intently.

"Have you liked Wen Changze for many years?"

"……Um."

"Why? Why do you like him?"

Looking at the man with normal expression, Qiao Xing swallowed, and replied truthfully: "... I was taken care of by him in the car accident when I was young."

"Take care? Gave you money?"

"...No, that is, he took care of me when I was in the hospital."

"Oh."

"..." Qiao Xing originally thought that Wen Changrong would say something, but Wen Changrong just oh and it was over.

He was in a daze when he saw the man put away the bowl, told him to have a good rest, and got up to leave the room.

Qiao Xing jumped out of the bed, and the bodyguards outside the door surrounded him completely, and Wen Changrong also turned his face slightly to look at him.

"...How long do you plan to lock me up?" Qiao Xing saw that he would never be able to escape from the situation outside the door, so he could only talk about it, "I haven't filmed this week's variety show, and the studio has a lot of work to do. If I haven't shown up for a long time..."

"I'll ask someone to help you with the work in the studio." Wen Changrong said, "Variety shows...it depends on the situation. It's not impossible to ask for leave."

"..."

Looking at Wen Changrong's posture, it seemed that he was going to be locked here for a long time. Before Qiao Xing could think of a solution, Wen Changrong over there had already opened the door and walked out. The bodyguard guarding the door quickly closed the door.

Qiao Xing rushed to the door in a few steps, banging on the door.

"Does it make sense for you to lock me up?!"

"..."

"Wen Changrong, if I don't show up for too long, someone will definitely call the police. Don't make trouble for yourself!"

"..."

Wen Changrong stood outside the door, his expression unchanged, and he didn't answer. Seeing him knocking on the door hysterically, he looked like he was watching a child making trouble for no reason.

Qiao Xing kicked on the iron door in a hurry, the iron door made a loud noise, Qiao Xing's chest heaved, looked at the indifferent face of the man outside the door, realized that his action of knocking on the door was meaningless, gritted his teeth, and could only Said: "You can lock me up, but let's say it first, don't involve other people, this matter has nothing to do with Wen Chang, we didn't have an affair, it was all on my side..."

"To be honest, I think it's ridiculous that you just said that you fell in love with Wen Changze because he took care of you more than ten years ago."

"...?"

Qiao Xing put on a questioning expression. He looked up and saw that Wen Changrong's expression had rarely changed at this time. His eyes and face were colder, and there seemed to be a bit of sarcasm at the corners of his mouth, but before he could ask a question, the man had already turned around neatly. car.

"...Wen Changrong!" Qiao Xing opened the door and shouted, "Wen Changrong!!"

The black Bentley leaves only a trail of exhaust fumes.

"Fuck!" Qiao Xing was so angry that he kicked the iron gate again.

There was nothing wrong with the iron gate, but he himself grinned in pain, and cursed Wen Changrong ten thousand times in his heart with tears in his eyes, Qiao Xing limped and began to grope around the room.

He expected to find some tools from the room like playing an escape room, and then help him escape, but unfortunately life is not a game, let alone tools, there is not even a stick in the room.

Qiao Xing tried to call for help from the window again, but unfortunately all he could see were the motionless and indifferent backs of the Wen family's bodyguards, and what he heard was his own miserable echo.

...it really is.

Qiao Xing suspected that he would die of old age in this room.

……

Wen Changrong came again the next day.

The same hot porridge, the same patient feeding, but this time Qiao Xing didn't compare him to staring at Dafa, but overturned the bowl with a wave of his hand very uncooperatively. Too many expressions, just gave him a cold look and asked someone to come in and clean up.

Qiao Xing took advantage of the opportunity of the servant to come in and ran out, but was pushed back by the army of bodyguards without accident, and a leather bracelet was put on his wrist. The other end of the bracelet was connected to the ground port with a thick and long chain.

The length of the chain is calculated in advance. You can eat and go to the toilet, but you can't reach the gate.

Qiao Xing was so angry that he cursed in the room for 5 minutes. Wen Changrong listened beside him, unmoved, and after he finished cursing, he just patted his head and went out.

……

The days seem to go on like this.

Qiao Xing dropped the bowl and chopsticks twice again, and his appetite decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye. He spent all day in the room wondering whether he should hide his spoon and turn it into a Shawshank, or let Wen Changrong see that he has no appetite if he doesn't take a shower for a month.

After about two days, Wen Changrong brought a new set of clothes to the room.

The man obviously dressed up carefully today, wearing a gray woolen coat, a pair of black Martin boots, and his hair was treated with hairspray, revealing a smooth forehead.

Wen Changrong handed him the clothes: "Change, let's go out today."

"..." Qiao Xing almost thought that he had heard it wrong. He was stunned for two seconds and then immediately realized that he picked up the clothes and put them on.

It's a good chance to go out, no matter what, there is a possibility of being rescued if you go out, and Wen Changrong can't gag him, at worst, he shouted for help.

"We're going back to school today. I've asked the principal to separate everyone in the area we're going to, so no one will disturb you." Wen Changrong said, "And this..."

Qiao Xing put on half of his sweater, turned his head to look, and saw that it was a psychiatric report, but his photo was stuck on the report and his name was written on it. The diagnosis result was severe schizophrenia, and the stamp below It is a private hospital that I have never heard of.

"??What's this?"

"If you yell for help, this report will keep us all out of trouble in case someone comes by."

Qiao Xing breathed a sigh of relief, almost unable to bring it up, "...Are you sick, Wen Changrong?!"

Wen Changrong ignored his anger, and only said the reason for going out today: "I told you the other day, it's ridiculous to fall in love because of a care."

"so?"

"I've been thinking about what you said about substitutes and admitting the wrong person these days. Before, I was very angry with you because of my emotions. Now that I think about it, what you said are all crazy things that don't even make sense."

"...?" Qiao Xing frowned deeply. He spent two seconds thinking about the meaning of Wen Changrong's words, and then looked at the man incredulously: "Do you think I'm lying to you?!"

"Otherwise?" Wen Changrong looked at him indifferently, "Love at first sight is nothing but love at first sight. Is it possible that you have fallen in love with someone for so many years because of a small act?"

"How is it impossible?!" Qiao Xing laughed angrily, "Wen Changrong, you are too confident, right?"

"That's weird. You keep saying that you love Wen Chang for so many years, but everyone says you love me..."

"That's because I dare not say, I have a crush on him, not..."

"Then I was stupid enough to let you live together?"

"..."

"You don't know he's impotent, do you? I've pulled out all the videos and watched them. It's been so many days, and the closest you two are at the stage of pillowing on your thighs. You have insomnia and he comes into the room to accompany you, but you didn't even take advantage of it." What are you doing, when did you become so innocent, Qiao Xing?"

"...Do you think Wen Changrong is you?! You are full of brains, and you go to bed as long as your body is seductive. It's so vulgar!" Qiao Xing's voice became louder, and he looked at Wen Changrong hoarsely, "Wen Chang is It's different, he needs me to take my time! Not every liking has to be done in the most vulgar way..."

These words hit Wen Changrong's nerve somewhere, the man yanked him violently, looked at him with his eyes wide open, and covered it with a louder voice: "Okay!"

"..."

"You will know when you go out and have a look. Let's go back to school and go to the places we walked and stayed in those years."

At this time, a bodyguard came in, hesitated after seeing the state of the two people in the room, and said, "Young master wants to find you."

"No." Wen Changrong refused bluntly, then took out the handcuffs he had prepared in his pocket, and clasped them on Qiao Xing's wrists while clasping them on his own.

……

Wen Changrong obviously had a plan to bring him out. They took a detour to the school on a road with no one in the suburbs. In the car, Qiao Xing wanted to call for help, but the bodyguard immediately served him with a handkerchief. It has become an old campus, and the school building is being renovated. There are only a small number of graduate students studying in the old campus. In addition, today is Saturday, and the school has been notified that it is booked out today. There are bodyguards a few kilometers away to cordon off and prevent students from entering. Don't call for help when you go to the place, there is not even a bird around.

Because of the handcuffs, the two of them stuck tightly together along the way. The man intertwined with Qiao Xing, half dragging him away.

They walked through the study room where they kissed back then, and through the shade of the trees where they hid from the sun together, seeing Qiao Xing's favorite little turtle turned into a big bastard, and the word "library", which was originally red, turned gray of dark red.

Wen Changrong patiently talked about their years, but Qiao Xing felt more and more depressed in this dragging stroll.

There is so much space outside, but he still can't escape. What could be more depressing than this?

……

The one-day school trip had no effect, but Wen Changrong still planned to take Qiao Xing to see other places. In the days that followed, Qiao Xing scolded, scolded and explained the truth, but Wen Changrong remained steadfast.

"The person you like is me."

No matter what Qiao Xing said, Wen Changrong's answer was this.

The man also seemed to know that staying in the house for a long time would be boring, so he took Qiao Xing for a walk in Wen's house every day. Unfortunately, Qiao Xing was no different between a larger cage and a smaller cage. A lot of colors are hung on them.

The two were either fighting or on the way to fight, and the atmosphere of the whole Wen family became depressed.

"What you have is not bipolar disorder but narcissism!" Qiao Xing had thick dark circles under his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion. He shouted at Wen Changrong hoarsely: "Please If you are sick, go to the doctor, okay! Don’t torture me all day!”

"Is this my narcissism? You were so kind to me back then...but you still said crazy things like love Wen Changze for more than ten years? Don't you think that what you said is contradictory?!"

"...I liked you before, okay?!"

"..."

"I did recognize the wrong person at the beginning, but I don't know. After I followed you, I really liked you for a while because I didn't know much... But who the hell didn't go blind?!"

"I used to like you, so I don't like you now, okay?!" After being locked up for seven days, Qiao Xing felt that he was really going to collapse. His tears were streaming down his face, and his eyes were so painful that he could barely open them: " After I found out that you are a dead scum, I thought my Bai Yueguang was better, and I still liked Wen Changze, is there a contradiction? Is it really hard to understand?"

"Have you been trying to prove this for so long?! Or do you want me to remember what it feels like to love you and then want me to love you? Let me tell you, it's impossible, I don't like you anymore, and it won't be possible for me to stay in prison for a long time ! Can you fucking eat shit..."

"..." The empty room was filled with the echo of Qiao Xing's roar, Wen Changrong's five fingers were tightly clenched into fists, and blue veins protruded from under his skin.

The faces of the two people in the room were blue and purple, and they looked equally embarrassed, but one was crying, and the other stood there with wide eyes and tried to restrain his trembling.

A bodyguard poked his head out from the door cowardly, "The old lady said she wanted to find you."

"..." About two or three seconds later, Wen Changrong regained his composure and replied, "Well, where is mother?"

"...at the young master's place."

"Young master?" Wen Changrong frowned, and a bit of uncontrollable anger suddenly appeared on his face, "Is my mother sick, and she ran to talk to Wen Changze..."

"It seems that something is really wrong." The bodyguard glanced weakly at Qiao Xing in the room, "The young master said that he explained the situation to you, and you can ask the doctor to see it yourself."

The reference in the bodyguard's eyes is so obvious, it's also about Qiao Xing without thinking about it.

Wen Changrong pursed his lips: "...are they trying to say that Qiao Xing will have mental problems if this continues, and persuade me to let Qiao Xing go?"

"...I don't know either." The bodyguard scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and whispered, "The young master said that Mr. Qiao had..."

……

Qiao Xing didn't know how long he had been crying and howling.

Anyway, Wen Changrong was no longer in the room when he stopped.

On the one hand, he felt that he was such a motherfucker, and on the other hand, he felt that his entire eyes were hurting, and he wanted to cry even more when he thought that he was going to be blind.

Wiping away his tears and snot, Qiao Xing looked up aimlessly, but saw that Wen Changrong didn't close the door when he went out today, so he hesitated and walked out of bed.

These days Wen Changrong was afraid that he would be overwhelmed, so he would take him away, and occasionally let him come out to play by himself without locking the door during the day, but it was hard work for the bodyguards, and the four in front and the four behind followed him.

Qiao Xing sniffed, pushed open the door and left the room.

As expected, the bodyguards did not stop him, and only followed him as usual, the first four and the last four, but today they followed him a little farther away, so far that sometimes Qiao Xing couldn't see them when he turned around.

Qiao Xing wandered aimlessly for a while, then walked to a tree and sat down.

He mournfully thought that the savings he had saved so hard for so many years were still useless, and that he would lose his life in the hands of Wen Changrong, a pervert, what a loss.

If I had known that he should have eaten king crabs every day a few years ago, I would have eaten it back.

"Qiao Xing."

A familiar voice came from the side, and Qiao Xing turned his head suddenly. Seeing Wen Changze's figure hidden by the tree trunk, seeing him turn his head, he immediately raised a finger to his lips to signal him to keep silent.

"...Why are you here?" Qiao Xing tried not to turn his head, and whispered.

"I tried to get Changrong away and come to see you." Wen Chang also lowered his voice, and said to him, "Qiao Xing, I know you're having a hard time recently, but I may need some time to... ..."

"It's okay..." Qiao Xing interrupted Wen Changze, "I know it's too difficult to take me away from Wen Changrong's hands, but I'm afraid...it will implicate you."

"No." Wen Chang's eyes fell on him, and he said softly, "Joe..."

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Xing saw a pair of familiar leather boots appearing in front of his eyes.

His heart skipped a beat, and when he looked up, he saw Wen Changrong's familiar face.

Wen Changrong actually came.

Qiao Xing hurriedly looked in the direction where Wen Changze was just now, but saw that Wen Changze had disappeared at some point.

Standing in front of him, Wen Changrong had a funny expression on his face, his bloodshot gray pupils were wide open, and his mouth was slightly parted, showing a bit of disbelief.

Before Qiao Xing could express his doubts, he saw that Wen Changrong's eye sockets were slightly red, and his cold pupils seemed to be covered with the mist of distant mountains.

——Qiao Xing suddenly gasped in fright.

The tear of crocodile.

He has to run quickly.