[ABO] Orange can't be bullied

"what's up?"

Qiao Xuwei quickly fastened the button, and Gu Cheng walked around the house, he heard it clearly, such light footsteps, only Gu Cheng has.

Gu Cheng shook the ointment in his hand, this was the second time he came to Qiao Xuwei's room, the last time he was thrown out, with such an ambiguous and dim light, he didn't know where to put his hand: " I see your back hurts."

Under the dim light, Gu Cheng was a small one standing at the door, Qiao Xuwei's eyes narrowed, and Gu Cheng flickered in his eyes.

Gu Cheng, do you know what happens when a young omega comes to a single alpha room in the middle of the night?

Qiao Xuwei stretched out his hand, and Gu Cheng immediately put the ointment behind his back, but refused to give it to him, imitating the tone of the ointment he had applied before: "Get down on the ground, and put your clothes up."

The pretentiously cold tone did not match Gu Cheng's bright face, it felt like a child stealing a parent's clothes to pretend to be an adult.

Qiao Xu remained motionless, not knowing what kind of mess Gu Cheng was going to make.

Gu Cheng's attitude was tough again: "Get down!"

This time Qiao Xuwei lay down obediently, why not have someone apply medicine for him?

Gu Cheng sat on the bed and lifted Qiao Xuwei's shirt. The muscles on the back are also very good. She put mung bean-sized ointment on her fingertips and smeared it on it bit by bit: "Why are you these days? ignore me?"

Qiao Xuwei didn't answer Gu Cheng's question directly, but asked instead: "Do you know what's wrong?"

He was lying on the bed, motionless, the ointment applied to the bruise was cool, and it complemented the hot skin. During college, he came into contact with BX Jiu-Jitsu, and after each class, he would always go to the blanket and rub it with Zheng Xing.

Don't look at Zheng Xing as an omega, his strength is not small, and he doesn't have any compliments to Qiao Xuwei, so he will inevitably go back to the dormitory with a bruise.

So this little injury is nothing to him.

"Do you know it's wrong?"

Gu Cheng retorted subconsciously: "Where am I..."

After thinking about it, if he continues to refute, Qiao Xuwei will definitely continue to ignore him, so he still bears it, it doesn't feel good to be left aside by Qiao Xuwei.

"Okay, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, okay."

Qiao Xuwei snorted coldly: "Perfunctory."

Gu Cheng was a little stronger, and he apologized, and he also said that he was perfunctory.

After saying "perfunctory", the two of them stopped talking, no one wanted to disturb this delicate atmosphere, and the cicadas outside the window were lazy, squeaking from time to time, clamoring that midsummer has not passed yet, and time is so slow down.

Gu Cheng drew circles on his back with his fingertips, and he enjoyed the laziness and comfort of this moment very much.

"Is it finished painting?"

Qiao Xuwei's voice pierced the silence, low and hoarse, like a lion just waking up, ready to dismantle the prey behind him at any moment.

Gu Cheng stood up suddenly, and screwed on the cap of the ointment: "Apply... After applying it, you can get up."

Qiao Xuwei pulled off his clothes, lay down on the bed, and ordered, "Go out first."

Gu Cheng seemed to be a different person, and it was rare that he didn't talk back to Qiao Xuwei, but obediently left the room.

"Okay, I'm going to bed, good night."

"Good night."

After Gu Cheng left, Qiao Xuwei crawled on the bed for a long time, waiting for his breathing to return to normal before getting up and going to the bathroom.

For Qiao Xuwei, nothing will happen to a single omega in the alpha room, but the existence of an omega is definitely a torment for alpha.

The next day, throughout the whole day, Qiao Xuwei was in a good mood and didn't overtime his shift. As soon as 05:30 arrived, he immediately notified Zheng Xing to get off work.

The red light turned to green, the car started slowly, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of the car. Fortunately, Zheng Xing had quick eyesight and quick hands, and stepped on the brakes.

Wang Ruochun supported the front cover of the car and was overjoyed to see Zheng Xing, just like a traveler in the desert seeing a clear spring.

He walked around to the side where Qiao Xuwei was sitting, wearing a black mask, tightly wrapped, and desperately knocked on the car window: "Qiao Xuwei... Qiao Xuwei..."

Zheng Xing did not act rashly: "Mr. Qiao?"

Wang Ruochun pulled down his mask, turned his head from time to time, with a panicked expression, as if there was some scourge behind him: "Qiao Xuwei, open the door..."

Not far away, there was a large group of reporters carrying long guns and short cannons. They had only one target—Wang Ruochun.

Qiao Xuwei pursed his lips: "Let him come up."

The car door was unlocked, and Wang Ruochun habitually turned to the other side of the back row and opened the door.

Qiao Xuwei said coldly without raising his head, "Sit in the front."

Wang Ruochun had no choice but to take the co-pilot seat again, and sincerely thanked: "Thank you, Mr. Qiao."

At the red light again, the vehicle had to wait on the spot. The spotlights behind the vehicle were still flashing. It was not difficult to find out who owned this car. Qiao Xuwei could probably guess the title of tomorrow's entertainment page.

Qiao Xuwei raised his head from time to time, there were already bold reporters standing at the front of the car and blatantly taking pictures of the situation inside the car, but unfortunately they had no choice but to miss, Zheng Xing raised the partition, the partition was neither high nor low just enough to block Qiao Xuwei's Face.

"Where's your agent and assistant?"

An artist who is chased by reporters in broad daylight, but has no one by his side, is really absurd.

Wang Ruochun put on his hat and mask again, lowering his eyes: "I don't have a manager or assistant now."

"Ok?"

No agent and assistant?

A few days ago, he was a famous rescue ambassador.

Now there are no agents and assistants?

"I broke up with Friends of Kang."

When he left Qiao Xu Weidu, he was still a hot and popular fried chicken, with the protection of the music king and the group, he was constantly invited, but he ruined all of them with his own hands.

I thought that after leaving, Kang Zhiyou would give him top-level resources, but I didn't expect that the invitations and scenes he received would only get worse and worse, and newcomers kept appearing to take his place.

Qiao Xuwei raised his eyebrows and broke up, so Kang Zhiyou took his manager and assistant back together?

Like a bystander, he was calm about Wang Ruochun's experience: "Zheng Xing, send Mr. Wang home."

Wang Ruochun looked anxiously at the traffic lights in front of him, and the seconds passed like years: "No, I can't go home, the reporters must be blocking my door now... hotels, hotels can't go, as long as I show up, within half an hour the reporter It will definitely come in."

"What do you mean?"

It's common for entertainers in the entertainment industry to break up and reunite with companies. Breaking up and getting back together doesn't cost any money. As long as it can catch your attention, what about breaking up and getting back together more than a dozen times?

But, just a breakup can mobilize so many reporters?

"Have you read my Weibo?"

Wang Ruochun asked cautiously. Over the years, he did not believe that Qiao Xuwei really didn't pay attention to him at all.

Qiao Xuwei turned off the phone screen, crossed his slender legs, of course he read the Weibo in Wang Ruochun's mouth, and when Wang Ruochun knocked on the car window, that statement flashed on his Weibo hot search Pass.

This morning, Wang Ruochun posted a statement on Weibo, stating that his relationship with Kang Zhiyou had broken down, and he had tried many attempts to recover to no avail, and finally decided to break up.

There are quite a few so-called "informed people" in the comments. While they sympathized with Wang Ruochun, they did not forget to satirize Kang Zhiyou, revealing between the lines that Kang Zhiyou was actually caught and raped in bed.

The breakup statement was exactly the same as the contract termination statement five years ago. It started with a long piece of touching memories, which set off the feelings just right, interspersed with his efforts on this, and finally ended with the sentence that the fate is over.

Statements like this have always been made by people behind the scenes, and the things written are similar with minor differences. As for the writing style, it has nothing to do with the artist's education and morality, and it has always been only related to the personality.

It's just that Qiao Xuwei's answer might disappoint him.

"No."

Wang Ruochun's shoulders collapsed, and the frustration seemed to be greater than breaking up.

"After we broke up, I bought a plane ticket to City C. I wanted to go to the place where my dream started. I don't know who leaked the itinerary. When I got off the plane, the reporters surrounded me."

Suddenly Wang Ruochun smiled, like a ray of sunshine in the morning, many people loved his smile, even Qiao Xuwei fell deeply in it.

"However, fortunately, I met Mr. Qiao."

He will never forget this place, City C, the years when he was a resident singer in the bar, and the person who brought him into the colorful world of the entertainment industry.

The car just kept going forward, and the reporter was left behind early on. Seeing another intersection and another red light, Zheng Xing said in a neutral voice, "Mr. Qiao, where are we going?"

Qiao Xuwei spat out two words with thin lips.

"go home."

57, 58, 59, 60...

Gu Cheng stood in front of the door, with his right hand resting on the handle, and he opened the door after the stopwatch passed by.

Alas... Qiao Xuwei didn't come back.

Gu Cheng stared at the clock on the wall again. It was already 5:45. According to the normal journey, Qiao Xuwei should have returned.

Is it possible to work overtime again?

Lying weakly on the bed, counting the time on his fingers, Qiao Xuwei was a few minutes late today, and he wanted to grab a saury from him for dinner.

The elevator started to operate, Gu Cheng pricked up his ears, and his spirit came back.

This time it really should be.

"Joe..."

Seeing two people appearing in the elevator, Gu Cheng's smile collapsed.

"...Xu Wei, you're back."

Wang Ruochun had already removed all disguises, followed Qiao Xuwei into the house, and extended his right hand to Gu Cheng friendly.

"You are Gu Cheng, right? Hello, I am Wang Ruochun."

[The author has something to say: Thanks to Kui Fan for the monthly pass, thanks to Su Qiaozhen for the recommendation and monthly pass, and thanks to book friend 15785096434240 for the recommendation.Shhh, someone's jealous jar is about to be overturned. 】