Save the Sick Iceberg Project

Xie Zhiyuan twisted and stuck to the wall, his hands were cut behind his back.

"Hiss, Rong Xin..." Xie Zhiyuan's painful face twitched, "I didn't do it on purpose, my arm is about to break..."

Rong Xin's slap just now was purely a conditioned reflex, and then he came to his senses and let him go quickly.

"It's okay." Rong Xin felt a little guilty, "I'm sorry, I overreacted."

Xie Zhiyuan rubbed his shoulders and turned around, finally let out a breath, and smiled: "Your skills have not fallen behind in these years."

"Where is there any kung fu, it's just a few years of working in the boxing gym."

Rong Xin pressed on his shoulder: "Does it hurt? I didn't hit hard, maybe I have a little muscle strain."

"It's just a tug, it's nothing serious." Xie Zhiyuan was so painful that he wanted to grin his teeth, but when he heard this, he immediately smiled calmly, pretending to be okay.

"That's good." Rong Xin heaved a sigh of relief.

Xie Zhiyuan was very guilty, he had crossed the line just now, but Rong Xin seemed to be unable to distinguish whether he was intentional or unintentional because of his physical discomfort, and he did not act cruelly, otherwise Xie Zhiyuan's left arm would have been removed.

Since high school, he knew that Rong Xin was unwilling to have physical contact with anyone. Xie Zhiyuan remembered sitting at the same table with him in the first year of high school, and Rong Xin would immediately dodge if he touched his elbow occasionally.After the incident four years ago, Rong Xin became even more withdrawn and sensitive.

However, Rong Xin's frail and sickly appearance is too confusing. Xie Zhiyuan will always get carried away in his white face and thin figure, and forget Rong Xin's ability to beat the school bully when he is not paying attention. They were beaten enough to be admitted to the hospital.

Xie Zhiyuan sighed secretly, not daring to stay any longer: "You have a good rest, I won't bother you."

Rong Xinwo went back to the sofa and said "OK" with a little apology.

Walking to the door, Xie Zhiyuan put on his shoes and raised his head, he seemed hesitant to speak: "Rong Xin..."

"Ok?"

"Rong Qiu has been gone for four years. If she is still alive, she must hope that you will be happy. You..." Xie Zhiyuan looked around the cold decoration in the room, trying to persuade him in the most gentle tone, "It's time It's time to try and get out."

The moment Rong Xin heard that name, his whole body froze, and his whole body was tense for several seconds. After a long while, he lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Well, I see."

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The sky was getting dark, and the children who were playing around in the community were all called home by their mothers for dinner, and even the chirping of birds became quiet.

The cool evening wind comes from afar, crosses the top floor of Hope University, which is just lit up at night, rolls over the yellowish leaves of the plane trees, blows away the aroma of food in the small streets of the city at night, and shuttles through the row upon row of residents in the cool night Upstairs, gently blowing Rong Xin's black hair on his forehead, revealing those beautiful deep eyebrows and eyes like a pool of water.

Rong Xin closed the window, returned to the sofa, found the stomach medicine left by Pei Yan from his schoolbag, flushed it with hot water, and drank it in small sips while holding the cup.

The evening news was on the television.

"Hongcheng Group officially acquired Senli Group, and it is expected to expand its business to the field of home appliances by the end of this year. According to the latest financial report of Hongcheng Group, in the first quarter of 2120, the overall sales of the global building materials market increased by nearly 8%. Hongcheng Group CEO Mr. Zhao Cheng said in an interview recently in Walker, the capital of the alliance, that the net income of Hongcheng Group has shown a steady growth trend in recent years, and it will continue to..."

The scene cuts to Zhao Cheng, a middle-aged man in his 50s standing on the stage in a suit and tie, looking decent and kind.

Steaming upwards, in the hazy white steam, Rong Xin's handsome and pale face seemed unreal, as if a deep-rooted disgust overflowed from his dark eyes, and his knuckles were clenched tightly. There was a sound, and the stomach that had been soothed by the stomach medicine began to be slowly squeezed by a big hand again. For a moment, Rong Xin's chest throbbed violently, and there was almost a smell of blood in his throat.

Ding dong.

Rong Xin woke up startled, looked down - it was Pei Yan who came to verify the news again:

[Exclusive news!Next Wednesday, the student union will give out yellow braised chicken vouchers at the basketball court~]

Rong Xin blinked his eyes, and the cold look slowly faded from his eyes. His fingers hung in the air for a while on accepting and rejecting respectively. Suddenly, a "gurg~" sound came from his stomach that hadn't eaten much for a day. With a flick, he pressed accept.

"Damn!" Pei Yan sat up from the bed in a jerk, almost knocking her forehead against the ceiling of the dormitory.

Gao Yi, who was getting out of bed to play games, was startled, and shot his teammate with a shaking hand, and the other party's curses came from the earphones.

Cong Qiu took off the earphones and punched him hard: "What are you doing! Teammate pig, be careful when people report you!"

"Brother Pei, you killed me!" Gao Yi screamed, scratching his neck.

Pei Yan concentrated on the phone, quickly clicked on Rong Xin's circle of friends, and casually said to Gao Yi: "Hey, don't make noise, Dad is doing business."

"What's the business?" Chen Xiaoxing revealed his head from below, his gossip spirit burning, "Could it be chatting with a girl?"

Kong Hui: "What the hell? Brother Pei finally started flirting with girls?"

"You bunch of singles are so pitiful. You all think about girls all day long." Pei Yan stared at the screen intently and said in distaste, "Can't I have some lofty ideals?"

The circle of friends can be seen for three days, but there is nothing.Depend on.

Kong Hui raised his head and smirked: "His lofty ideal must be full of girls."

Pei Yanxin said that she is superficial, she is not a girl, she is much prettier than a girl.

He quit Rong Xin's circle of friends with regret, and came to the chat page with great interest, and suddenly realized:

——What the hell?I spent the whole afternoon trying to get him to add me, and finally succeeded because of the braised chicken!

Pei Yan's forehead twitched, not knowing whether to be thankful or to scold, she gritted her teeth and muttered to herself that since then she was at odds with the stewed chicken, picked up her phone resentfully, and sent Rong Xin a message in a very divided and gentle tone.

[Are you busy, is your stomach still uncomfortable? 】

[No] Rong Xin returns.

He put down his phone, thinking he could just reply, but the stomach medicine in his hand was still steaming, and the warm temperature made him involuntarily think of the worried and kind eyes of the tall boy at noon today, like a stove. Soothing hands.

After a while, seeming a bit shy and reluctant, Rong Xin replied: 【Stomach medicine, thanks. 】

Pei Yan jumped up all of a sudden, pretending to be reserved and pretending to be a wolf with a big tail: [Small things can be done with little effort]

Rong Xin replied quickly, and Pei Yan looked at it excitedly: [Well, the braised chicken voucher you mentioned...]

Pei Yan: "..."

Pei Yan slammed the phone angrily.

Go to his braised chicken! ! ! ——

Isn't Laozi more attractive than braised chicken?Such a handsome guy greets you with care, medicine and fragrant shoulders!Shouldn't you cry, make trouble, and hang yourself three times to promise yourself with your body! ?

Rong Xin, you have no heart!You only have braised chicken in your heart!Only braised chicken! ! !

He took a deep breath, picked up his phone, pressed the voice button with the most gentle and deep magnetic bass and smiled and said: "Our student union has entered into a cooperation with the newly opened braised chicken at the door, and the voucher is only issued to Basketball game audience, come and watch me play basketball next Wednesday."

Rong Xin was taken aback, it turned out that Xie Zhiyuan and Pei Yan were playing the same basketball game next week.

Just as he was about to reply, he suddenly saw Pei Yan send another voice, with a half-naked upper body fitness photo, with strong and beautiful muscles.

"Why do you always think about stewed chicken? I'm not as fragrant as stewed chicken." Pei Yan finished the sentence in a bubbly voice that she thought would fascinate all sentient beings, and leaned contentedly on the cushion behind her, squinting her eyes and waiting quietly. Rong Xin was overwhelmed by his charm.

This photo is the best one he has taken recently. He has never sent it to others, nor put it on Moments.Gaining hundreds of likes all at once is embarrassing, he only showed it to Xiao Bingshan, which really took advantage of him, Pei Yan's old face was a little red.

But is it a bit greasy to send messages to boys with bubble voice?

Tsk, it doesn't matter, as long as you have a handsome face, it's just to increase your charm value in Rong Xin's heart, not to flirt with him.Pei Yan convinced herself firmly, and immediately felt at ease.

1 minutes passed, 2 minutes passed.

Rong Xin's name was silent, not even a name was being typed.

The victorious smile on Pei Yan's face was a little stiff, and she couldn't help but send a message: [How is it, you're in good shape]

[The message has been sent, but it was rejected by the other party. 】

Nima was blocked! ! ! !

Pei Yan vomited three liters of blood and struggled to get off the bed.

"Why are you going to Brother Pei?" Cong Qiu asked while typing on the keyboard.

Pei Yanyintang turned black, and put on his shoes with a vicious look on his face: "Go get some air."

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Rong Xin turned off the phone, and it took a long time to recover from Pei Yan's greasy feeling.

— Erha really has some problems with his brain.

He forcibly threw the noisy Pei Yan out of his mind, not in the mood, and turned off the TV.

The room suddenly fell silent.

Rong Xin closed his eyes. In the darkness, it seemed that all his senses were amplified. He heard the sound of his own blood flowing slowly, and the words that Xie Zhiyuan said just now echoed in his ears over and over again: "Rong Qiu, she has It's been four years."

The girl's face is clear in front of her, and the lavender floral dress is gently swaying in the wind in the sweet-scented osmanthus rain.

"Xiao Xin..."

The lavender florals on the skirt swirled and floated, like a galaxy made of flowers, rushing towards the young man's ears with the cool early summer breeze, caressing the young man's pale face.

Rong Xin opened his eyes, took the last sip of medicine in silence, got up and walked towards the bedroom.

A moment later, he walked out of the house wearing a black hoodie, walked into the elevator, and pressed the button for the -1 floor.

The elevator descended layer by layer, like a tunnel leading to hell. The bright red numbers were reflected in Rong Xin's bottomless eyes, and he fell into the abyss little by little.

Ding--

The elevator door opened, and there was a long corridor in front of it. There were no lights around, and the dark corridor seemed to have no end in sight.

With the glare of the flashlight on, Rong Xin walked into the deepest part of the darkness, seeming to be familiar with this place. The sound of light footsteps went deep along the empty corridor, and finally stopped at the end of the corridor.

Crash.

Rong Xin opened the heavy iron door with a key, pushed the door open and entered.

This turned out to be a basement.

When the developer built the building, the basement floor was originally just a partition between the lower part and the garage, and had no use value. Even the other owners of the building didn't know that there was such a hidden space underground.

With a snap, Rong Xin turned on the light, and the cold white light instantly filled the small room of more than ten square meters, illuminating the densely packed photos and newspaper clippings on the walls of the room.

These clips are arranged in chronological order, and the time decreases from right to left. On the yellowed newspaper, the bold bold characters are shocking.

"On the evening of the 19th, the police received a report that a [-]-year-old woman was assaulted by an unknown person near the Huayuan Community"

"Zhao Yuanqi, the son of Hongcheng Group CEO Zhao Cheng, was accused of rape"

"Zhao Yuanqi's rape accusation was dismissed due to insufficient evidence, Zhao Yuanqi was acquitted and released in court"

"A 19-year-old girl in City B fell to her death due to psychological problems..."

"The 15-year-old boy was suspected of being seriously injured due to a crowd fight, and he is still in the intensive care unit for rescue due to hemorrhage in the abdominal cavity"

"The stock price of Hongcheng Group has soared, and Zhao Cheng is worth over 60 billion."

"Zhao Cheng's only son, Zhao Yuanqi, went to the Eastern Union to study for a postgraduate degree, or to join the board of directors in three years, and is expected to become the successor of Hongcheng Group in the not-too-distant future."

"Hongcheng Group has become the alliance's number one building material supplier, with total assets reaching tens of billions"

Rong Xin sat down and took out a folded newspaper from his pocket.

The newspaper is very new, and the date was just issued two days ago. The large characters on the second page are particularly eye-catching, and there are photos of Zhao Yuanqi and other talented people attached to it:

"The young owner of Hongcheng Group, Zhao Yuanqi, has returned from his studies. No. 18 arrived at the headquarters of Hongcheng Group in City A. He was unanimously approved to join the board of directors. From today onwards, he will participate in the daily affairs of Hongcheng Group..."

With a blank face, Rong Xin wrapped the newspapers into plastic film, and tied them in sequence at the end of the timeline on the wall.

The cold light is projected from the top of his head, his dark eyebrows are deep and shocking, his pale fingers and neck, every inch of exposed skin is as cold as if soaked in cold water, and the thick eyelashes conceal the surging murderous intent in his eyes , The silence makes people dare not breathe.

In an instant, he raised his arm, a cold light flashed in his hand, and the sharp dagger slammed into the wall with a bang!

The tip of the knife penetrated almost two centimeters into the wall, and it precisely fell between Zhao Yuanqi's smiling eyes.

The author has something to say: Mr. Pei, you have to work harder, adding friends is not easy, but do it and cherish it hahaha