Look good

Hearing the blind voice from the microphone, Qiao Xing was surprised, but not surprised.

Surprisingly, Wen Changrong didn't get angry at him, and what was not surprising was that Wen Changrong hung up the phone before he could finish his sentence.

A few seconds passed, and the phone jumped back to the desktop from the hangup interface. Qiao Xing dangled the phone, then clicked on a music listening software, and sent a message to the social account with the four words 'Gold Master': share the song "There is a kind of love called letting go".

Qiao Xing originally planned to finish sending it, but Wen Changrong's side quickly displayed the status "the other party is typing".

Qiao Xing raised his eyebrows when he saw this, and waited for a while holding the phone, but saw that the input status of the other party disappeared quickly, and there was no reply.

...Qiao Xing guessed that Wen Changrong was probably writing a small composition to scold him before typing, but halfway through writing, he found that the situation was not what it used to be, so he had to close the input box again.

Hey.

Qiao Xing put down the phone, tapped his toes to let the boss's chair rotate in a circle, turned around and started working.

The pile of documents piled up into a hill was quickly reduced one by one, and the time was approaching [-]:[-] pm. As soon as the off-duty time arrived, the employees in the studio disappeared in a second. Qiao Xing stayed at the end and locked the door, thinking about tonight while locking it Do you want to go back to Wen's house?

His illness is only temporarily stable, coupled with occasional negative reactions to psychiatric drugs, he was taken back to Wen's house after he was discharged from the hospital, but he was moved out from Wen Changze's side, and now lives in the Wen's mansion .

Even though he and Wen Changrong didn't live in the same room, the trouble has become like this...

Qiao Xing lowered his head to ponder, locked the door and turned around—his tall nose almost came into close contact with his hard chest.

Wen Changrong looked down at him: "I thought you weren't off work."

"..." Looking at the man standing in front of him, Qiao Xing was a little confused, so that he didn't know what to answer now.

Although it was not surprising that Wen Changrong came to pick him up from get off work, it was very strange to pick him up after dropping his phone.

"Let's go." Wen Changrong turned around and opened his umbrella, "The car is in the parking lot."

Only then did Qiao Xing realize that it was raining outside at some point. The rain in late autumn was thin and lingering. It looked foggy. With the bleak atmosphere of winter, just looking at the rain could feel a deep chill.

"?" Wen Changrong waited for a while to see that he didn't move, then turned to look at him again. The man glanced at his empty hands, and after confirming that he did not have an umbrella in his hand, he called him again, "Qiao Xing?"

"...Oh!" Qiao Xing felt his nose was numb after standing for a short while. He sniffed quickly, put his cold hands into his pockets, and ran under the umbrella.

……

The two of them were very silent along the way, Qiao Xing didn't want to talk, Wen Changrong probably didn't know what to say, although they hid under the same umbrella, they kept a certain distance between them, Wen Changrong got closer, Qiao Xing Just one point away, it looks like two colleagues who are not close to each other have to share the same umbrella because of the rain.

Several times of approaching failed, and an umbrella was not enough to cover two adult men at such a distance. Wen Changrong caught a glimpse of the rain brushing the edge of Qiao Xing's sleeve, so he had to move the umbrella slightly to that side.

Walking all the way to the underground parking lot, Wen Changrong put away the umbrella, Qiao Xing looked up and saw the man's sleeve was soaked in the rain and turned dark, before he hesitated whether to pretend he didn't see it or say something, A young man with a camera jumped out suddenly.

"Mr. Wen! It really is you!" The young man was very excited, clutching the camera on his chest, and quickly took out the recording pen from his pocket.

Wen Changrong put away his umbrella and frowned and looked over. Qiao Xing saw the camera hanging on the young man's chest and the recording pen in his hand and probably guessed his occupation.

"Mr. Wen! Please accept my interview! And Mr. Qiao! Wait!"

The young man's eyes lit up, and he quickly started recording without waiting for his consent, and put the recorder under Wen Changrong's nose: "The stock of Shenjia Starlight Entertainment Company has fallen to the bottom, and countless artists and employees under it have quit jobs. The company's chairman Shen Kun It's your first love, Shen Qinlan's father, and you were still living with Shen Qinlan a few months ago, and now Shen's father's company is so run-down, don't you plan to make a move?"

"..."

"It is rumored that you have been in love with Mr. Shen as a childhood sweetheart for more than ten years, and now Mr. Shen is still drunk on the street because of you for many days, and your husband..." The reporter glanced at Qiao Xing who was standing beside the man, "But he cheated Your……"

"Get out!" Wen Changrong was still patient with the first sentence, but the latter sentence seemed to hit the man's pain point instantly. Even in front of the camera, Wen Changrong didn't hide his anger at all. He pushed the young man away and grabbed Qiao Xing's wrist Just go over there to the car.

The reporter's cry of pain came from behind, and the two quickly came to the car.

Qiao Xing sat in the back seat of the Bentley without saying a word, while Wen Changrong sat in the driver's seat in the front row, with some unrepressed anger still on his body.

As soon as the two of them sat down firmly, Qiao Xing said, "Go and make up with Shen Qinlan quickly."

"..." The man's previous anger hadn't been suppressed yet, but now he heard these words, his breathing was even more disordered, his brows were furrowed instantly, and he looked at Qiao Xing in disbelief through the reflection of the car window.

"Everyone says you are so deeply in love, and I always feel that it is a pity that you separated four years ago because your parents blocked you." Qiao Xing turned to look at the empty parking lot outside the window. The Shen family has accepted, and I guarantee that Shen Qinlan will follow you with all his heart in the future, and the Shen family will also regard you as a noble person who descended from the sky and will not stop you."

"..."

"What do you mean by 'God Blesses Lovers'? I think this is probably the current situation."

"..."

Qiao Xing looked heartless, Wen Changrong never answered, the man squeezed the car keys in his hand, the displeasure was evident in his brows and eyes, he was obviously angry.

Wen Changrong looked at Qiao Xing through the glass, endured and endured, finally closed his eyes, suppressed his anger forcibly, and spoke.

"I don't have a deep love for him."

"Ok?"

"It's other people's business to misunderstand, but I don't think you can misunderstand." Wen Changrong's tone was firm, and the man looked straight at him through the reflection of the windshield in front of him: "...Yes, I may have loved him at first , but not now, nor will there be in the future, a while ago... it was just my unwillingness."

"..." Qiao Xing didn't say a word. It was probably the first time he heard Wen Changrong say the words 'unreconciled'. He felt a little strange, so he turned his head around.

"Maybe it's the distance that creates beauty..." Probably because men seldom say such emotion-related words, and couldn't find the right words to describe it. After holding back for a long time, Wen Changrong continued: "Or... The ones that don’t arrive are always in commotion?”

"..."

"I was really happy when Shen Qinlan came back and felt that I loved him very much, but after that..." Wen Changrong said, "I don't know if you still remember the bug?"

"Ah."

"I don't need to tell you the benefits of this. If it were you... No, even if it were anyone else, you wouldn't do such a thing."

"Oh... so you dislike Second Young Master for being brainless?"

"No," Wen Changrong closed his eyes, and said, "My first thought at the time was unbelievable, and what followed was uncontrollable anger, and I even hoped that this person would never appear before my eyes again."

"..."

"I gradually realized that this kind of anger is not only because of Shen Qinlan's doing this kind of thing, but because... I feel that this is too far from the Shen Qinlan I imagined, as if... the dream has been completely destroyed."

"..."

"Before that, I will also tell you about those disagreements..."

"Oh, I remember this." Qiao Xing said, "After the explanation, you promise me not to cheat, and then..."

"..." Wen Changrong choked for a moment, stuck there for a while, with a look of annoyance on his face, and then continued, "I'm sorry, I...forget it, it's useless to say more, I Will prove it to you."

Qiao Xing curled his lips and shrugged: "Don't put on such a thoroughly realized prodigal son's expression of turning around, I don't really care."

Wen Changrong looked at him, opened and closed his mouth slightly, and finally said nothing, just continued the topic just now, "Anyway, I didn't realize until a long time ago...the problem has existed for a long time. I've been beautifying my own memories, what I love is only my imagination."

"..." Hearing this, Qiao Xing paused, and glanced at him lightly: "What are you implying to me?"

Wen Changrong also looked at him, then shook his head. "Not hinting at you."

"Oh."

"...I love you, Qiao Xing." Probably never said such nasty words seriously, every word the man uttered seemed a bit awkward, but he looked at him through the rearview mirror with firm eyes.

"……Oh."

"You have been by my side for too long, and you are the only one... who understands me in every way and does a good job."

"Thank you for the compliment. After all, it is not easy to escape from the three thousand beauties in the harem."

"...People probably have a problem, that is, they ignore the people around them, and when they get used to it, they take it for granted. In four years...no, in seven years, I really didn't have that specific feeling of 'I love you' Yes." Wen Changrong's voice was a little astringent, "It wasn't until you filed for divorce that I began to realize that something...is not quite right."

"No, no, no..." Qiao Xing's voice suddenly became louder, and he shook his head and said, "Mr. Wen, you misunderstood."

"?"

"Love should be instinctive, just like you did to Shen...you did to Shen Qinlan many years ago."

"..."

"You didn't realize what was wrong with me until after I left. It's not so much love as human nature? It's like a person who gives you an egg every day, and suddenly one day if you don't give it, you will be angry Same."

"..."

"I have been with you for so many years, and now I suddenly say that I want to leave, of course you will feel unhappy, because I have not resisted for many years, and then I will feel reluctant, just like keeping a pet, I usually ignore it , I always feel sad when I die, these... have nothing to do with love."

"...It's not like that, Qiao Xing."

Wen Changrong raised his eyes and looked at him through the rearview mirror: "... Is it true that in this world, everyone is born knowing what love is like?"

"..."

"I really just didn't realize it at first."

"..."

Having said so much, Wen Changrong seemed a little tired. The man lowered his head and rubbed the space between his brows, and said, "So many things have happened during this period, and I have also had several psychological counseling sessions. I have talked with the counselor."

"I hate being calculated the most, but our first time actually stemmed from your calculations, but I still took care of you later, and it has been so many years. I hate being obedient and obedient, but think about it, how many times have you been obedient and obedient?" The next time? Every time I just turn a big thing into a small thing."

"I can't get in touch with you, I have to rush back without sleep, I remember your preferences and tastes, and I also remember too many of your little habits..."

"But you also remember Shen Qinlan." Qiao Xing said, "The one who faded out of the table on the day of the divorce..."

"That's because you have stomach problems."

"..."

Wen Changrong looked at him again, and then continued: "Shen Qinlan had contact with his ex-girlfriend after that, I know it, but to be honest, I don't feel much about it."

"..."

"But you are different," Wen Changrong said, "seeing you with others... I can't accept it at all."

"This kind of non-acceptance is not just a simple feeling of anger. I can't express the feeling at that time... It's as if something is pressing on my chest. I feel I can't breathe, and then my whole body burns."

"I know I've made too many mistakes in the past, but... Qiao Xing, I have many bed partners, but whether I'm in love or not is really the number one..."

"That's enough, stop talking." Qiao Xing interrupted him, "It's useless to say anything now."

"..."

"I'm different from you. I don't think Wen Chang is just my imagination. He is really good."

"..."

"You're right, people don't know what love is like from birth, but..." Qiao Xing paused, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm not the reincarnation of the Virgin Mary, even if you love me, I'm not obliged to forgive you after you realize it, am I?"

"..."

of course.

Qiao Xing was right.

Wen Changrong was even breathing lightly for a moment, his hands holding the steering wheel were slightly tightened, his gaze was no longer on the rearview mirror, but instead fell meaninglessly on the huge stone pillar in front of him.

seven years.

Seven years.

Of course Qiao Xing understands Wen Changrong, and Wen Changrong thinks he understands Qiao Xing too. Many things don't need to be deliberately remembered, just like each other's preferences and tastes, they are unconsciously integrated into the consciousness and bones.

For so many years, Wen Changrong has always believed that Qiao Xing loves him, even if the mountains fall apart, even if the sun and the moon fall, he always believes that he loves him, because he was so obsessed with him, and he was so obedient to him Shun.

The doctor once said that Qiao Xing's heart disease was probably caused by him, and Wen Changrong felt that the main reason was because he couldn't get what he asked for at the beginning.

When he was young, he ruined his heart. He was really stupid and didn't understand anything, but now that he looked back, he also realized that what he did back then was all stupid things. He knew he was wrong, and he really had changing.

Qiao Xing loves money, he gives money, Qiao Xing needs love, and now he gives love.

He thought Qiao Xing would turn around...or, at least not now.

When Qiao Xing refused, he carefully looked at Qiao Xing's expression through the rearview mirror, but Qiao Xing had no flaws, no hesitation, and no pain or regret.

His answer was as it should be, calm as if he was reporting today's weather.

"Hey..." Qiao Xing saw that Wen Changrong's face was not right, and he felt a little flustered.

Just kidding, he is still in the car, what if Wen Changrong is rejected by him, and suddenly the glass heart wants to drag him to die together!

"Wen Changrong? Mr. Wen?" Qiao Xing looked at him cautiously, "Are you okay?"

"..." Wen Changrong didn't answer.

It's not that I don't want to answer, it's that I can't speak.

"...Give me the key." Seeing Wen Changrong's look of wanting to eat people, Qiao Xing stretched out his hand cowardly.

Wen Changrong put the key in his palm expressionlessly.

Qiao Xing quickly put the key in his hand, pressed the door to unlock, and opened the door before speaking.

"Well...Mr. Wen, I have actually entrusted a lawyer to file a divorce lawsuit for me...I'm still sick now, and I don't think you will threaten me like before. "

"..."

"I'm going to move out of Wen's house in a few days." Seeing Wen Changrong was so angry that he couldn't speak, Qiao Xing decided not to say that he was moving out to live with Wen Changze. He paused and said, " Thank you for helping me take care of my brother during this time, and thank you...for never threatening me with him."

"...Well." Wen Changrong finally recovered from the discomfort just now, took a breath, and replied, "I know your brother is your bottom line."

"Then I..."

"Why do you love Wen Chang?"

"..."

"Answer me." Wen Changrong said, "I still think...it's ridiculous to fall in love with someone just because of something surprising, and you have to let me understand if you lose, don't you?"

"...you haven't experienced it, so you won't understand." Qiao Xing said, "losing my parents, empty ward...I can't express my despair at that time, but anyway...he saved me."

"What kind of rescue method?"

"..." Qiao Xing looked at Wen Changrong, feeling for no reason that Wen Changrong's question, and his demeanor, seemed to be studying something.

He locked the car door in embarrassment, thought about it, thought about every "divine" moment of Wen Changze, and finally replied: "...I don't know how to express it specifically."

"I guess it's nothing more than comfort in times of pain. It's quite unforgettable." Wen Changrong said, "But that's just comfort. If his comfort to you is salvation, then I have been with you for your career and you for many years... "

"...Huh?" Wen Changrong said in a low voice, Qiao Xing didn't hear clearly.

"Forget it," Wen Changrong asked instead, "Do you still remember which hospital you were in?"

"Ah? I remember..." Qiao Xing hesitated for a moment, and said his hospital and ward number at that time.

Hearing this, Wen Changrong silently read the name of the hospital, then frowned slightly.