Look good

The divorce case between the two started early the next morning. No matter what Qiao Xing's lawyer said, Wen Changrong's lawyer would always agree, agree, agree.

The case, which was expected to not be concluded in a few hours, was finally resolved in less than 10 minutes. The court staff all had expressions of "Are you here to tease us?"

A piece of judgment was issued, written in black and white, and notarized with a round red seal, officially announcing the dissolution of the marriage relationship between the two. If necessary, the two can go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to apply for a divorce certificate. If not, then it is over.

Everything was faster than Qiao Xing expected, and it was so simple that people thought, 'Is this the end? ' The sense of haste.

Although Qiao Xing was a temporary replacement on the wedding stage at the beginning, he and Wen Changrong still dressed up solemnly when the two of them went to get their marriage certificate a week after their wedding.

They got up at six o'clock in the morning. Wen Changrong's makeup artist put on makeup for two full hours, and they also wore custom-made shirts that were "the only two in the world". Designed for wedding photos.

The appearance of them taking such a lot of trouble doesn't look like they are going to take a photo, but it looks like a star is going to walk the red carpet.

Later, the two received their certificates and held a Chinese-style wedding in front of relatives at Wen's house.

Wearing the same dark red bronzing dragon and phoenix gown, Wen Changrong put it on, and his distant cousin covered his eyes and complained about the robot wearing the clothes, while Qiao Xing put it on, but the little girl exclaimed, "Where did the little beauty come from?"

They stepped over the brazier together, lit the double dragon candles, and bowed to each other and their relatives in the somewhat funny and shameful reading of "Bow to Heaven and Earth", which is not in line with the current era.

Finally, after toasting tea and drinking wine to the elders, the two of them returned to the bedroom in the evening. The first thing Wen Changrong did was to tear off the skirt of his clothes twice, saying that he felt like he would be strangled to death by this clothes all day.

At that time, Qiao Xing was sitting on the bed knocking on his calves that were sore and limp after standing for a whole day. Hearing this, he smiled and asked the man if the suit was tighter than this one. You can wear it twelve hours a day without feeling tired.

Wen Changrong had already dropped the red coat on the ground at this time, and he was wearing a loose white lining, with muscles looming under the lining.

'It's not the first time I wear a suit, I'm used to it, but this is the first time I wear it, I'm not used to it. '

Wen Changrong sat down beside Qiao Xing while answering like this.

Because it was a Chinese-style wedding, the bedroom of the two had also undergone some decorations. The red candles were shining in the room at this time. He gently pinched his chin like the real "dominant president" described in the movie, and his cold gray pupils reflected The dancing candles not far away, and his slightly flushed face from walking around.

"Qiao Xing." He stroked his chin with his fingers, although his face was always expressionless, but his mouth was like a monk who didn't practice well and saw a beautiful goblin, and sighed sincerely, "Why are you so beautiful. "

Lip to lip, he looked at him with contemptuous eyes of "hehe, no one can boast", and fell down on the bed with his strength. He originally thought that he would quickly strip his clothes, but he just Pushed him down on the bed, and then put five fingers into his temples, and slid them gently several times like combing. He looked at him condescendingly, and finally kissed him on the forehead.

"Happy wedding, Qiao Xing."

"...You are also a happy newlywed."

The warm touch of skin-to-skin contact was still yesterday, Qiao Xing suddenly smelled a strong 'bad smell' coming from his body, he quickly shook his head, and stopped remembering the past.

foul.

This is how Qiao Xing defined his behavior just now.

When we were together, all he recalled was torture, and his dream was divorce. Now that he is divorced, he is uncharacteristically thinking of all the sweet things in the past, and he still has a sense of haste of "this is too fast".

Qiao Xing hurriedly thought about the scumbag things Wen Changrong did to wash his brain.

Thinking about being angry for a while, recalling a moment with a knife and slashing people.

The more Qiao Xing thought about it, the more angry he became, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes. He felt that it was a big loss that he didn't have a fight with Wen Changrong before the divorce.

"Damn it, you don't even appear in court for divorce. Is Wen Changrong afraid that I will disfigure him..." Qiao Xing scolded while grinding his teeth.

"Eh?" Standing in front of Qiao Xing, Wen Changrong's lawyer was stunned, and then explained to Qiao Xing again, "Mr. Wen is too busy with work today, so he has no time to appear in court."

"I know, I know." Qiao Xing waved his hand impatiently.

"...Then do you want to go back to Wen's house to get something?" Attorney Wang pointed to the driver of Wen's family who was waiting not far away. In fact, it was the third time that Lawyer Wang asked this question, but the previous Qiao Did not seem to hear.

"..." Qiao Xing thought for a moment when he heard the words. Most of his luggage had actually been moved to Wen Changze's place long ago, but after all four years of marriage, he still had some of his personal belongings in Wen's house. It should be broken cleanly.

Qiao Xing stood there tangled for a while, then turned to look at the driver of the Wen family who had been standing patiently beside the car for half an hour, and finally nodded.

"Go back and have a look. By the way, ask Wen Changrong to come out with me and go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce certificate."

"Uh," the lawyer wondered, "Mr. Wen is very busy today, I'm afraid it will take a few days to get the certificate."

"? Are you still so busy on Friday?" Qiao Xing complained, "I haven't heard of any big projects. He usually goes home early for tea on Fridays..."

After saying this, Qiao Xing got into the car and went to Wen's house.

When the car arrived at Wen's house, the bodyguard still carried out a routine inspection. The window was opened, and the first thing the bodyguard said when they saw him was: "Mr. Qiao is back."

Mr. Joe 'comes back' instead, Mr. Joe 'comes'.

There is only one word difference between these two sentences, but the meaning is different by thousands of miles.

return?This is not his home.

The car stopped at the entrance of the main house, and Uncle Wu went up to greet him, took Qiao Xing to the previous room, and called two bodyguards to come up and prepare to move things.

As Qiao Xing thought, the Wen family didn't actually have much of his stuff left, only some old clothes and some messy things that he left behind at the Wen family four years ago when they were married.

"Let's move, take everything out," Qiao Xing said.

Hearing what Qiao Xing said, Uncle Wu and the bodyguard were a little surprised, but they didn't say much, and moved out as he said.

It seems that Wen Changrong is really not here today.

Qiao Xing leaned against the car body, idly watching the bodyguard carry things for him.

Old clothes were carried into the trunk, and at the same time a bodyguard with a familiar face came over with a guitar case.

"This is the birthday present that Mr. Wen prepared for you last time." This brother bodyguard is the one he kissed last time. The elder brother saw that his expression was a little complicated, but he still handed him the guitar in a businesslike manner. "Last time I haven't had time to give it to you, so let's take it away this time."

"He gave me a birthday present," Qiao Xing didn't answer, "Blu-ray CD tape."

"In addition to the CD belt, there is also a guitar, but this one is too big, and Mr. Wen couldn't carry it by himself that day." The elder brother of the bodyguard didn't move, "Mr. Wen specially made it for you. You don't want it. I'm afraid this guitar will Put it in the utility room to eat ashes, I heard it was made by a famous guitar teacher, it's a pity..."

So, Qiao Xing hesitated to take the guitar.

Opening the box and looking at it, Qiao Xing knew that this guitar must be made by a famous artist, and it probably took a lot of effort.

"...Thank you." Qiao Xing carried the guitar case on his back, "When Wen Changrong comes back, thank him and me."

"You guys..." The elder brother bodyguard looked at him hesitantly, "Rich people are so troublesome when they are in a relationship."

"?"

"I've moved here and there several times." The elder bodyguard sighed, "Mr. Qiao, anyway, now..."

"We're divorced," Qiao Xing flipped out the verdict, "We're all divorced, shouldn't we move out?"

"..."

The elder bodyguard took a deep breath, and the two bodyguards who were moving out also just heard this conversation, and also paused.

It turned out that they really didn't know they were divorced.

Qiao Xing thought it was funny.

This reaction, as if Wen Changrong's divorce was decided with a slap on the head, even the people below were not notified.

"That, that..." After a brief surprise, the elder bodyguard hurriedly asked him, "Will you come again when Mr. Wen is drunk?"

"..." Qiao Xing was taken aback by this question, and he didn't react for a while.

"Mr. Wen is drunk... Uh, you know, he hits anyone who gets close." The bodyguard brother whispered.

Speaking of this, Qiao Xing remembered.

Wen Changrong generally doesn't get drunk very much, but when he is drunk, he will 'deny his relatives'. As long as he has the strength, he will beat anyone who touches him-except Qiao Xing.

"Don't come." Qiao Xing thought of the pitiful little duck covering his face a long, long time ago, and felt that the person who will sleep with Wen Changrong in the future is really miserable, and then he met the elder brother bodyguard in front of him, and his face immediately turned bitter when he heard his answer , Live like being beaten.

Qiao Xing: "Why are you so sad? I've only been with Wen Changrong for a few years, and it's not like I can't live without me. How did you deal with him when he was drunk before when I was away, and how will you deal with it from now on?"

"...Mr. Wen used to sleep in the car when he was drunk." The elder bodyguard frowns, "But now that he is old, we can't let him continue to sleep in the car, Mr. Wen won't let him, or we risk our lives ..."

The elder brother bodyguard was frowning while trying to pinch his thigh to squeeze out a few tears to look at Qiao Xing. He deliberately pretended to be pitiful, and his face was full of hopes that Qiao Xing would let go.

"Well, after all, it's a job worth tens of thousands a month, so it's normal to be a little bit difficult." Qiao Xinglang's heart was firm.

"...Okay." So, the bodyguard brother had no choice but to give up, slumped his shoulders and turned around to deliver the 'bad news' to the brothers.

A 1.9-meter-high burly man with aggrieved and slumped shoulders was funny. Qiao Xing leaned against the car and couldn't help smiling, but saw a familiar black Bentley approaching not far away.

The black Bentley stopped, and the doorman stepped forward to open the door. Wen Changrong seemed to be thinking about something, and when he stepped out of the car door, he still lowered his head, looking like he was thinking.

After standing up completely, the man saw Qiao Xing standing only a few feet in front of him.

"..."

"..."

Brown pupils and gray pupils collided in the air, and the two stared at each other silently. Qiao Xing was still carrying the guitar given by Wen Changrong on his back. At this moment, the silence between the two was so strange that it seemed that they hadn't seen each other for many years.

Before Qiao Xing could think of something to say to break the silence, Wen Changrong did something funny—the man went back into the car without saying a word.

Like a loach, he glanced at him, then sat back in the car shortly.

Qiao Xing was startled by this tortoise-like behavior, and he couldn't control his expression and opened his eyes wide.

The doorman also stood outside the car door with a dazed expression, and the window on the other side of the back seat was opened. The fat assistant poked his head out to take a look at Qiao Xing, then retracted his head and closed the window, hating the iron.

"Mr. Wen, don't..."

Qiao Xing didn't hear the ramblings behind. He didn't have many things in the first place, and he had already moved all of them.

"Mr. Qiao, it's all over."

"Yeah." Qiao Xing took a rough look and closed the trunk, "Master driver, please take me to the door."

"Okay." The driver in charge of Qiao Xing's car agreed, and asked again: "The gate... is it the gate of the manor?"

"Ah."

"Don't I need to take you home? You can't get a taxi here."

"It's okay." Qiao Xing got into the car, "Just get to the door."

In this way, the driver can only respond.

When we got to the door, a black Bugatti was parked outside. Before the driver could say anything, Qiao Xing had already opened the door and got out of the car.

Over there, the window was also rolled down, and Wen Changze's face appeared behind the window.

"Little Joe."

"Yeah." Qiao Xing smiled, "All the luggage is over there, and I even took a guitar."

"Well, it's okay, I can put it down." Wen Chang smiled at him, and the trunk of the vehicle was opened accordingly. The bodyguard at the door saw this and went up to carry things, and Chen Bo also got out of the co-pilot to help.

Since someone was busy, Qiao Xing didn't bother to move. He climbed into the back seat of the car and sat next to Wen Changze.

"To my place?" Wen Chang asked him.

"……Um."