The villain boss refused to divorce 【Rebirth】

Tang Yu was a little dizzy. He leaned against the bed for a while before he gradually regained consciousness. He casually reached out and groped on the bedside table. His shoulders suddenly tensed due to a sharp pain in his head, and a large amount of information squeezed out forcefully. Come in.

Qiao Zeshui is the warm man who is chasing after him now. When he was scolded by his manager and pushed him to serve wine and laugh with him, he helped him and even put on a coat for him, which made him a little bit excited. Today, he invited him to watch a movie and have an afternoon drink together. Cha, their relationship now is more than friends.

Tang Jingtong is an old man who can only speak harsh words, and he is also his father. Ever since he knew that his stay in the entertainment industry was not good and he was hit by a wall, he has been uncharacteristically recently, calling him three times a day.

Tang Yu frowned slightly, pressed his temples hard, and shook his head to shake off the mess, but he followed him like a fly.

Pressing his fingers firmly on the table, Tang Yu got up with some difficulty.

What just appeared in consciousness?

It was rigid and tough, as if it was being entered into his mind in an orderly manner.

The headache is a little nauseous.

Tang Yu took a deep breath, stretched his arms and opened the cabinet next to the bed, and quickly started to search for things. He was in a panic now. All the strange feelings just now did not attract his attention. He was anxious for no reason now, thinking of rummaging through the cabinet To find something to prove something.

But he didn't know what he wanted to see.

The memories are all correct, but a big piece of my heart seems to be cut away abruptly, and a huge black hole emerges, whizzing through the air-conditioning.

After wiping the ashes with his hands, he finally touched a hard shell under the bed, his eyes lit up, and he yanked the thing out from under the bed.

It's his diary.

Stereotyped things began to pop up in my mind again: since I came into contact with Qiao Zeshui, the long-term discomfort and depression seem to have found an object of sustenance, and there are bright and warm people in my life, so I no longer need to record them wet Bad thing's notebook, he hasn't used this diary for a long time.

Tang Yu suddenly picked up the pillow from the bed and pressed it hard on his head. There was an unknown fire in his heart, but he didn't know where to vent it, so he had to throw the pillow away vigorously, grabbed the notebook and quickly read page by page. Turning back, I desperately want to find some answers from it.

He started using the diary half a year ago, and he records it every day. It’s all trivial and trashy things. The page starts to come to a screeching halt.

There were a few pages in the middle that were blank, and he turned back and found that the contents were very recent and recent, and the records were no longer gloomy things, but rather simple things.

It looks like it should be done by two people, but there is a small box behind everything.

The box is not ticked.

It should be something he expected to do but hasn't had time to do.

A drop of water fell on the refurbished page, blurring all the writing on it.

Tang Yu froze for a moment, his vision was a little blurred, he reached out his hand to touch his eye sockets, and found that it was hot, and the liquid that came out even burned the back of his hand briefly.

Why cry.

Tang Yu sat on the bed in a daze. There were obvious creases in the middle of the diary spread out on the bed in front of him, but no matter what angle he looked at it from, he even rushed into the bathroom and soaked the pages with water, but he still couldn't see them. Content.

Why exactly.

Why is it so hard.

The mobile phone that was left on the cabinet rang harshly. Tang Yu immediately put down the notebook at hand and hurried to answer the phone. Seeing the strange number on the caller ID, he frowned slightly. The female voice is extraordinarily sharp.

"Mr. Tang, right? Are you Mr. Tang?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was a bit noisy, as if in a chaotic place, he heard a few nurses talking in low voices, his heart skipped a beat suddenly, and he had a bad premonition.

Tang Yu hummed, and the woman's speech immediately became coherent and smooth, and she explained to him like a cannonball, "Your mother has been living in our mental hospital before, and it is indeed because you have not been able to pay the money that you are arranged to be on the spiral staircase. In that dark ward, and because you concealed the patient's condition, the condition is much more serious than imagined."

"So now the patient committed suicide by jumping off the building, which has nothing to do with our hospital."

Hearing the shocking four words, Tang Yu's lips parted, and he subconsciously said, "Didn't I pay the money?"

The nurse said inexplicably, with a bit of contempt in her voice. Many family members of patients in the hospital shirk the payment of fees like rogues. It is this kind of fabricated ability. She said contemptuously, "Mr. Tang, do you remember wrongly? You obviously can't even afford the slightly inferior medicine in our hospital."

Tang Yu said, "Is she dead?"

"That's right." The nurse picked her nails indifferently. The location of their mental hospital is remote and the conditions are poor. Most of the patients sent here are lying in bed waiting to die, and instead of notifying their family members of the death news every day. It is the most frequent thing nurses do. She squinted her eyes and thought for a while, "The police also came to collect evidence, which proved that he committed suicide by jumping off a building. Now the body seems to have been sent to the municipal hospital. The hospital kept Mr. Tang now. The mobile phone number you used, go sign it when you have time."

After hanging up the phone for nearly 5 minutes, Tang Yu couldn't move, his mind was also frozen, and he could hardly think.

Tang Yu took a deep breath of cold air, and his limbs also cooled down.

The woman who had been haunting him and tormenting him, following her like a nightmare, finally died today.

He finally didn't have to bear the burden like carrying a turtle shell, but he didn't feel relaxed at all, and he didn't feel like crying.

Life was going very badly, and he didn't know why he took on the responsibility of taking care of this woman like a convulsion.

It may be because he has lived for more than twenty years.

It was the first time I heard the word love from someone's mouth.

If you want to hear that crazy woman say it a few more times in the same gentle tone as before, you have to bear the same amount of pain.

This torment was finally over, but when he heard the dusty phone call just now, he was vaguely still looking forward to something, and in the end the expectation was still in vain.

Women do die.

The feeling of swelling in his chest made him unable to utter a word. Compared with the sudden emotion now, Tang Yu choked on the wind and suddenly coughed lightly. His body subconsciously leaned back, as if looking for a hug.

But behind him there was only icy cold air.

It was definitely not Qiao Zeshui he was looking for.

I have only known Qiao Zeshui for half a month, and he has always been a very conservative person, especially Qiao Zeshui's face that others might be moved by, but he didn't feel it at all, not to mention hugging, he even held Qiao Zeshui intimately. I feel uncomfortable all over with my hands, so the relationship between the two has always been somewhat alienated.

Tang Yu frowned, took out his phone and looked at the top contact on WeChat.

The top one now is the gaudy profile picture of Qiao Zeshui.

Tang Yu couldn't think of anything wrong, and he didn't know why he felt restless when he woke up this morning. He put away his phone, stood at the window and looked downstairs.

At the bottom of the same dilapidated small apartment as yesterday, a scantily clad woman hugged the man's shoulder and kissed under the street lamp in an ambiguous manner. There was garbage that hadn't been emptied for several days beside the sewage.

He still lives here as he did yesterday.

But suddenly there was a great sadness.

……

Tang Yu made an appointment with the municipal hospital to go to the hospital tomorrow to deal with the woman's funeral. After thinking about it, he decided to share the news with Tang Jing.

He called Tang Jingtong again and still didn't answer. Tang Yu suddenly lost interest, and when he lowered his head, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.

"How long have you been waiting? Isn't our appointment at five o'clock?" The man standing in front of him smiled gently, and looked at his watch with some pretentious gestures, "I thought it was my watch that was broken, how can I let Mr. Tang wait for me?"

Qiao Zeshui's tone was the same as that of the previous few days, but Tang Yu could hear a chill from this familiar attitude. He lightly touched his arm and said in a low voice, "Call me Tang Yu from now on. Bar."

Qiao Zeshui looked at his drooping head, and the smile that hadn't reached his eyes faded a bit. Looking at Tang Yu's chin shrunk because of the cold, he gritted his teeth and took a few steps forward, before putting his hand on it. He dodged as quickly as if the back of his head had eyes.

"What are you doing?" Tang Yu opened his mouth and realized that his tone was a bit aggressive. The relationship between him and Tang Jingtong has not been repaired, and the recent living expenses have been saved by Qiao Zeshui's help, "Don't suddenly Reach out, I don't like people touching me very much."

Qiao Ze smiled and said good, and took out two movie tickets from his pocket, "The movie selected today is not bad, and the location is also good. When it was released, the box office was still high. Let's go and see."

Tang Yu suddenly felt a very strong gaze on him, and his heart tightened suddenly.

He seemed to be unable to hear the sounds around him for a moment, and he couldn't hear what Qiao Zeshui was saying. He turned around suddenly and found a black car parked on the other side of the road facing him.

Because of the color, the car looks so inconspicuous that it almost blends in with the dark surroundings.

The windows were not reflective, and the lights inside were not turned on, so it was hard to see whether there was anyone inside.

Tang Yu was in a daze for too long, Qiao Zeshui followed his gaze, and wrote lightly, "The lights are not on, there should be no one inside, there is no parking on this side of the road, the car is quite expensive, and the owner..."

Tang Yu glanced at him.

Qiao Zeshui was taken aback by Tang Yu's suddenly cold gaze, and he forgot what he wanted to say, so he walked up quickly and followed Tang Yu into the cinema.

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[Tang Tang: The car looks familiar. 】

There may only be a few chapters written in the 2.0 stage, because there is Joe Cannon Fodder in this stage, he will not appear many times, and he can be used as a background board.