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The rear of the Bugatti completely disappeared at the end of the road, and there was no trace of it at the farthest distance of the camera. Wen Changrong's gaze stayed on the empty road in the middle of the screen for a long time, and finally he moved his finger lightly to turn off the surveillance camera screen. Temporarily stop the masochistic behavior just now.

The man didn't even log on to WeChat at work today, and after turning off the surveillance video, the entire computer desktop looked empty, and he looked extraordinarily lonely.

Wen Changrong is actually not busy at all today, and he has nothing to do recently.

Today's divorce case did not go to court, specifically told the lawyer that if Qiao Xing said he wanted to get a divorce certificate, he would help him get rid of it, and when he saw Qiao Xing, he retreated into the car without saying hello...etc. Dare to meet Qiao Xing.

Yes, dare not.

He didn't dare to appear in court, because he was afraid that he would repent when he saw Qiao Xing in court; he didn't dare to get the divorce certificate, because he was afraid that he would collapse when he really got the notebook; He said hello to Xing, because he was afraid that if he said one more word, he would not be able to restrain himself from going forward to hold Qiao Xing, and then tried his best to prevent Qiao Xing from leaving.

Wen Changrong never thought that the emotion of 'timidity' would appear in him, but now he really understands the meaning of it.

"Mr. Wen..." The fat assistant's voice suddenly came from the door.

The thin and short eyebrows on the fat assistant's face were frowned into a character horoscope, and the fat on his cheeks was also wrinkled into a ball. He walked this way briskly, looking anxious and angry.

Wen Changrong nodded to the bodyguard at the door to let him go. The fat assistant walked in and said sadly, "Mr. Wen, are you crazy? You said that Mr. Qiao loves freedom by nature, as long as you let go of the string in your hand, you will fly farther and farther." There is no chance of divorce at all' You said this yourself, why are you getting divorced now when you say divorce?!"

Wen Changrong was the boss after all, and the fat assistant deliberately suppressed his tone when speaking, but he still couldn't hide his heartache.

Of course, the fat assistant is not a serious assistant. He works for a marriage company. He usually leads people's red lines, and occasionally takes on some "marriage saving" jobs.

Of course, saving a marriage is easy to say but difficult to do. Their 'love assistants' are not gods, and it is impossible to understand the characters of both parties in such a short period of time and provide a perfect solution, let alone make such a decision. It is a kind of thing that completely packs a person into a good person and uses a false image to deceive the other party in order to succeed in saving.

All they can do is to give some appropriate suggestions, or add some surprises and romance to improve and promote the progress and improvement of the relationship between the two parties.

When Wen Changrong came to the door, the fat assistant felt that it would be very difficult for Wen Qiao and the two to succeed, but Wen Changrong's attitude was very sincere and firm at that time. After long-term observation, the man had no intention of repenting, so the fat assistant decided to accept it.

Although I accepted it with the mentality of being unsuccessful, it is also...

"Mr. Wen, you're shooting yourself in the foot with a rock, and you're too impulsive," the fat assistant beat his chest, "Could it be that you want to give up?"

"Don't worry." At this time, Mother Wen who had just heard that her son was divorced and hurried over also came in. She had been listening outside the door for a while, and seeing Wen Changrong's downcast appearance, she hurried forward.

Mother Wen is also from County A. She knows what it's like to fly on a branch and become a phoenix, and she also knows the hardships in life, so she said: "The so-called transition from frugality to extravagance is easy, but from extravagance to frugality is difficult. Xiao Qiao eats something alone. It’s a pain, maybe it’s better to think about it at home.”

Speaking of this, Mother Wen paused again, and said: "Or, wait for him to suffer a bit, Changrong, you can go up and help a group, maybe..."

"Qiao Xing is not such a person." Wen Changrong shook his head. "He seems to be very afraid of being poor and suffering, but that's just what he looks like."

"..."

"He is actually a very resolute and hard-working person. Everything he does comes from what he really wants in his heart."

"..."

"He said that he was afraid of pain, so he endured the pain and stayed with me for so many years. He said that making money was too tiring, but he still insisted on doing his own business with me for so many years. Now he is also afraid of poverty and hardship, but As long as he doesn't want to come back, even if he is so miserable that he can't help crying, he will probably grit his teeth and continue." Wen Changrong paused and said, "Besides, he is not a child anymore. Since he is going to leave me, he must be ready to deal with it." Everything is ready."

There was a moment of silence in the room. Mother Wen lowered her eyes and wiped her tears. The fat assistant couldn't help but sigh: "So Mr. Wen, what are you trying to do? You can do too many things without getting a divorce. Now it's all over, everyone..."

"I just think it's too selfish to hold him in my hands." Wen Changrong lowered his head slightly, and rubbed his aching head with his fingers, "... I had the right to choose back then, and now he should too the right to choose."

……

The reason why Wen Changze came to pick up Qiao Xing was of course Qiao Xing's initiative.

He asked Wen Chang to come for no other reason than that he simply wanted to come alone.

Maybe it's to accompany him, or maybe it's to give him a place to stay.

Qiao Xing didn't want to go home, because that was the place where he and Wen Changrong lived together, and going back to the studio would inevitably be questioned by the brats, and he didn't want to deal with it.

Of course, he could still call Lao Zhao or other friends, but the day of the divorce was a working day after all, so if he called so rashly, it was a question of whether he could come. Even if he did, it would definitely delay work.

On balance, he can only be called Wen Changze.

Wen Chang doesn't have any working days, and the care is always just right, giving him the most comfortable personal space.

Sunshine came in through the cracks in the curtains, and the smell of food wafted into his breath through the cracks in the door. Qiao Xing lay on the bed wrinkling his nose, unable to bear being awakened by the smell of food.

There was a light black circle under his eyes, but his mental state was not bad. Qiao Xing opened his eyes and saw that the clock on the wall pointed to eleven o'clock at noon, yawned, and got up quickly.

"Master..."

"Finally woke up." Wen Chang in the living room saw that he was relieved, and then smiled and pushed the bowl in his hand forward, "I will let Uncle Chen go out and bring you pig's trotters."

"I'm eating pig's trotters today." Qiao Xing's eyes lit up, and he turned around, "I'll wash up first!"

"Ah."

Qiao Xing walked into the bathroom with ease, picked up a toothbrush and squeezed toothpaste.

This is already the third day he has lived in Wen Changze's house. In the three days, he has not received any news from Wen Changrong, nor has he received any calls from Wen Changrong trying to find him. This is expected, and it is also expected. outside.

Unsurprisingly, Wen Changrong was as stubborn as a cow, he would bite to the end if he refused to let go, and if he let go, he was planning to give up completely.

Unexpectedly, Wen Changrong was so timid that he didn't even dare to look at him when he talked about divorce.

The mint-flavored toothpaste melted into his lips and teeth. Qiao Xing was brushing his teeth slowly, but Wen Changze also rolled his wheelchair into the washroom. Next to him, he squeezed some kind of paste and brushed his teeth with ease. Come.

Qiao Xing and Wen Changze have lived for so many days, and they probably know Wen Changze's habits. Wen Changze is an old cadre, he doesn't smoke or drink, and he has to brush his teeth after every meal, keeping up with his age. The old man loves his body so much, and his life is not much turbulent and passionate.

Just as Qiao Xing was thinking, Wen Changze had already started to wash, and the man in the wheelchair lowered his head slightly. At this time, his face was expressionless, and his eyebrows and eyes were also flattened. It was a little less warm, but it was a little more delicate in the facial features of the Wen family. Some kind of calm and fierce.

"I'm single now." Qiao Xing took a saliva and spit out the foam, raised his eyes and looked at Wen Changze through the mirror, the corners of his mouth were raised with a smile that was not a smile, and he said jokingly, "Are you together with me now?" I'm sorry for my brother, do you want to think about it?"

"..."

Qiao Xing thought of Wen Changze's many reactions, such as refusing without hesitation, embarrassment, and...

But only unexpectedly, Wen Chang only paused for a moment, then smiled slightly, and asked him back:

"do you like me?"

"..."

When Wen Chang asked this question, he looked at Qiao Xing from the beginning to the end, with a smile on his face, serious, but not stressful.

Obviously it was Qiao Xing who opened the mouth first, but when such a simple question was asked, he kept silent, as if he was being asked.

Wen Chang didn't seem to be surprised by his silence, his brows and eyes were even more curved, and then he spit out the foam in his mouth, calling him: "Wash up soon and come to eat."

Wen Chang quickly left the bathroom, and Qiao Xing stood where he was for a moment. Undoubtedly, the answer just now was very clear.

Qiao Xing dawdled for a while before coming out of the bathroom. He sat at the dining table while Wen Chang was watching TV. After hesitating for a moment, Qiao Xing picked up a pig's trotter and asked while gnawing: "... how do you know that I don't know?" Like you?"

Qiao Xing asked this question very strangely, but fortunately Wen Chang could understand.

The man turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile, "Of course it's a feeling."

"It feels so mysterious."

"Actually... you are like a child most of the time in front of me." Wen Chang looked at Qiao Xing, "Although you may be naive in front of lovers, you and I are far from being lovers. If you want to count, at most It's just that you like me unilaterally, but if you like me...you know the instinct of animals, right? If you want to ask for a mate, you will definitely show your good side first."

"……Um."

"But you didn't, or you didn't show it so hard and deliberately, in front of me, you...rely on me most of the time?" Wen Chang said, "It's like relying on a safe haven."

"..."

"There are too many other places. For example, you have never had a sexual impulse towards me. For example, after you learned that I had hurt Changrong, you were obviously not that close to me. For example... this so-called liking , it was because of a misunderstanding in the first place?"

"Ah."

Having said that, Qiao Xing thought it over himself.

He gnawed two bites of meat, put down the pig's trotters, and said mournfully, "I wanted to divert my attention with a new relationship, but you treated me like this..."

Wen Chang laughed, and said, "I'm not the only man in this world besides Chang Rong."

"...Oh?" Qiao Xing raised his eyebrows, "Are you suggesting that I go out?"

"I don't." Wen Chang shook his head, "Just do what you want."

Qiao Xing groaned, gnawed the pig's trotters in his hand, and said with emotion: "Master, you are such a good person, you have been so kind to me from the beginning to now."

Wen Chang smiled, his eyes fell on Qiao Xing's delicate side face, a gloomy flash appeared in his eyes, and he replied, "Yes."

……

After three days at home, Qiao Xing still had to go to work, although he was very unwilling to face other people.

Because of Wen Changrong's reincarnation of Renminbi, the marital status is always watched by people.

It's only been three days since they successfully divorced, and no one has gone out to promote it. Many people on the Internet have asked Qiao Xing if he is divorced. The appearance of a superior person.

At the same time, the chief director of the "God of Songs" program he participated in was relatively well informed, and he was obviously not as enthusiastic about him as usual. He just felt very tired while dealing with it, but a divorce was a divorce, and he didn't deliberately hide it, as long as someone asked, he would answer truthfully.

In this way, Qiao Xing's popularity is obviously not as good as before. Although he has long been mentally prepared, he still doesn't feel very happy watching his cut cut significantly shortened in the show.

Of course, apart from this, divorce is not without benefits.

For example, Qiao Xing has recently received N times more private messages from handsome guys, and he has fresh flesh to read every day. For example, he has also received private business cards from many male artists in the circle, ranging from 40-year-old men to young men. fresh meat.

Qiao Xing deeply felt that his sword was not old.

Of course, he also knows that in a place with a lot of men like the gay circle, most people don't care about affection, and most of them just want to have a fling with him when they hand him a business card.

As for talking about feelings...it depends on fate.

After recording the variety show and returning home from get off work, Qiao Xing flipped through the business cards he received today, trying to find someone who seemed capable of falling in love with him, and see if anything would happen.

Ji Mingqi, 23 years old... Well, he has a good figure and good looks, and is young enough, but he vaguely remembers him as a fierce young boy with flower arms, too fierce, like Wen Changrong, pass.

Qiao Xing casually threw the business card on the ground, and suddenly smelled a familiar scent of bitter perfume.

He looked up and saw a familiar Bentley next to the parking space where his favorite car was.

Looking to the right, it was Wen Changrong who was standing outside the Bentley.

Qiao Xing paused for a moment, and the movements of 'choosing a concubine' stopped. He wondered if he had read it wrong, but after blinking twice, Wen Changrong still stood where he was.

The 'loach' who hid in the car when he saw him a few days ago seemed to be Qiao Xing's hallucination. The man standing in front of him is still tall and straight, and his deep facial features are still not concealed in the dim parking lot. A pair of gray pupils were unwavering, and their eyes fell on him calmly but not so calmly.

"get off work?"

"..." Oh, it looks like this.

Qiao Xing thought that the two of them hadn't seen each other for a day.

"...Well." It was awkward not to answer, Qiao Xing responded, put all the business cards in his pocket, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Pick you up from get off work."

Qiao Xing pointed to the Cayenne next to the Bentley: "I drove the car."

"The tire has a flat tire and won't drive."

"?"

He was fine before he came, why did he leak air?

Qiao Xing glanced at Wen Changrong strangely, and then leaned over to his car to have a look - the air valve was pulled out, and all four tires were pulled out, and the gas ran clean.

Qiao Xing laughed angrily on the spot, looked at Wen Changrong with a half-smile, and said in a strange way:

"This thief is quite powerful. He unscrewed four of my valves in one go, and even let the air out of my tires so clean."

"Hmm." Wen Changrong didn't change his expression when he lied, he just opened the passenger's door for Qiao Xing, "Get in the car."

"...Get out." Qiao Xing rolled his eyes, Wen Changrong really treated him as a fool, how to recruit, "Stealing someone's door is really unqualified, it's not like I can't go back, I asked my assistant to pick me up."

Wen Changrong, who was scolded for being unqualified, suddenly looked a little embarrassed, but he still said expressionlessly: "...It's too late now, it's already eleven o'clock when the assistant comes."

"Don't worry about me." As he said that, Qiao Xing walked towards his car, while he took out his phone and really wanted to call.

Before he could dial, Wen Changrong had already stepped up and grabbed his wrist.

"Everything is here with me."

Qiao Xing temporarily put down the phone, and glanced up and down at Wen Changrong with disdain: "I can't tell, Mr. Wen, have you changed your career to become a thief?"

"I want to take you home." Wen Changrong looked at him, his gray pupils glowing like candles in the dim light of the parking lot.

"..."

"But I'm afraid you won't get in the car, so I can only let your tires go."

"...Don't you think that's despicable?"

"Well, despicable." Wen Changrong said, "I'm sorry."

"..." Qiao Xing didn't know what to say.

His gaze fell on the man's hand that was clamping his wrist. Wen Changrong felt his gaze, but he didn't let go.

"Take my car." Wen Changrong said, "It's too late now, it will take more than an hour to call the assistant, and you have to go to work tomorrow, don't delay the time, it's hard to get up without enough sleep."

"Isn't it also your fault that I didn't get enough sleep?" Qiao Xing looked at Wen Changrong coldly, not at all polite.

"……terribly sorry."

The Bentley door was still open, Wen Changrong held his wrist and said stubbornly, "Qiao Xing, get in the car."

Qiao Xing didn't speak, and his face was still cold.

"I have something to tell you."

"..."

Qiao Xing still didn't move, the man's eyes fell on his cold side face, hesitating for a moment, the hand holding Qiao Xing seemed to loosen, just when he was about to let go, Qiao Xing turned his head irritably and walked towards the co-pilot.

"All right, all right, hurry up and say it."

Wen Changrong was stunned for a moment, and then slowly released Qiao Xing's wrist. The fat assistant who was holding an inflator and was about to come to the rescue hurriedly knelt down to cover his body.

Wen Changrong closed the co-pilot's door and walked around to the front driver's seat.

The space of the car is very spacious, and the doors are closed, giving people a sense of security in a private space.

Qiao Xing said: "What the hell is going crazy all of a sudden, and you came to pick me up..."

"It wasn't all of a sudden," Wen Changrong answered him solemnly, "Actually, I should have come a few days earlier, but it was delayed a few days because of some things."

Qiao Xing looked Wen Changrong up and down, didn't bother to ask anything, so he just asked straight to the point: "What did you just say you wanted to tell me?"

Wen Changrong paused for a moment before saying, "...From today on, I will come to pick you up every day."

Wen Changrong's words sounded like a robot was announcing something. Qiao Xing paused for a moment, then snorted, and was about to turn his head to sneer, but saw a pair of gray pupils of a man reflected on the windshield, and Wen Changrong's eyes on him were focused and serious.

"...What's wrong with you?" After a moment of silence, Qiao Xing sneered, and raised his chin towards the place where the fat assistant was hiding just now, "Why, that assistant of yours gave you the idea? You want to use pick-ups to coax little girls? To lie to me?"

"I came to pick you up because I wanted to do it myself, and it has nothing to do with anything else." Wen Changrong said, "However, pulling your valve...is his idea, because I really don't know how to get you into the car."

Qiao Xing pouted, "I just said, how could you use such indecent means."

"..." Wen Changrong didn't say a word, he admitted that his method was really nasty.

After a moment of silence, the man spoke again.

"It's like this," Wen Changrong paused, he was really not good at saying such straightforward words, so he took a moment to say, "...I want to pursue you again."

"...????!" Qiao Xing looked at Wen Changrong with the eyes of a ghost.

Wen Changrong was uncomfortable with his eyes, and pursed his lips, but his expression remained unchanged, his eyes still fell on him, waiting for his answer.

Qiao Xing quickly calmed down after being surprised for a moment. He turned his head to look at Wen Changrong, and saw that although the man looked a little nervous, his gaze did not shift away from him. The gaze in his gray pupils was also resolute. Wen Changrong seemed to be serious. .

"...No need." Qiao Xing said, shaking his head, "This is really unnecessary."

The man expected to be rejected, so he wasn't too surprised at the moment, he just asked, "Why?"

"It's not a romantic drama." Qiao Xing shrugged, turned to look at Wen Changrong, and said, "Besides, it's too late now."

"……too late?"

"You know better than me what divorce means." Qiao Xing said, "Others think that our marriage is in vain, and although it is in vain, it still has a certain meaning. Wrapped in cloth, it’s always different from being completely torn apart.”

"……Yes."

"When I went back that day, the bodyguards didn't know about our divorce, so I guess you agreed to divorce me on impulse." Qiao Xing said, "I understand that you feel uncomfortable now. After all, it was impulsive. Afterwards, you must feel I regret it and want to keep it, but I don't think there is anything that time can't change, I don't think you need to..."

"What I'm doing now is because I thought about it before agreeing to the divorce." Wen Changrong looked at him and said, "It's not impulsive, and there is no regret or regret."

"..." Qiao Xing was silent, obviously still not convinced.

"You're right, our marriage was like a piece of rotten cloth." Wen Changrong let go of the steering wheel, leaned slightly on the seat, and looked at the windshield in front of him. eyebrows.

"That piece of rag, you mentioned it as a pain, and I feel sad when I think about it, so... I thought, instead of sewing it, it's better to get a new piece."

"Do you think you're playing with a child?" Qiao Xing turned to look at Wen Changrong, "You said you want new ones, and there are new ones?"

"..."

"We are not in a nurturing relationship now, and we are not in a marriage relationship. I will not guard my body for you like I did back then." Qiao Xing said, "I am very tired, and I really don't want to..."

"I know." Wen Changrong interrupted him.

"……what?"

"I know you're going to find someone else." Although the man's tone sounded calm, but his palms were slightly clenched, he continued, "I'm also ready for you to find someone else, but in fact, because of In this way, I will agree to divorce."

"……What?"

"It's your freedom to find someone else." Wen Changrong turned to look at him, "but it's also my freedom to pursue you, isn't it?"