Aquaman sends the scumbags to the crematorium

The dark blue Bugatti Veyron merged into the traffic flow with flashing lights in the night. The smooth body and powerful horsepower were originally born for the speed of lightning, but the speed at this time was almost slow.

No one spoke in the car, and the atmosphere was very quiet. Qiao Mochuan secretly glanced at Lin Jianxi, who was in the passenger seat with his eyes downcast.

Bringing the young man out of the banquet hall was not impulsive, but now that he was sitting next to him, he felt at a loss and didn't know what to do for a while.

Lin Jianxi was depressed at this time, there was no doubt about it.

The question is how to appease it?

Of course, Qiao Mochuan is not without experience in coaxing people. After all, even if the little lovers in the past are well-behaved, they occasionally lose their temper. The solution is very simple every time. Either take them to SKP unlimited credit card consumption, or send them a car. Plus a house full of roses.

But now that it was Lin Jianxi's head, she felt that these perfunctory tricks were not good enough for him, and she was even more afraid that something was not done well enough to make him abrupt.

It turns out that true liking will make people cautious and worry about gains and losses to this point.

squeak--

The screeching sound of brakes sounded, Qiao Mochuan took a deep breath, looked softly at the young man beside him, and suddenly asked in a deep voice, "Where do you want to go?"

Having been a high-ranking young master for more than 20 years, I am used to unilateral giving and arrangements, and enjoy the absolute control of everything firmly in my own hands.But now, he finally began to learn to consider what the other party really wanted, and learned to ask for other people's opinions.

Hearing this, Lin Jianxi was stunned for a while, and then softly replied: "I want... to go to the river to blow some air."

So after a lapse of many days, the two came to the breezy Yanjiang River again.

Once a stranger and second acquaintance, this time Qiao Mochuan can already sit on the floor without any psychological barriers, completely ignoring expensive trousers and white shirts.

"There is no one else now. If you feel uncomfortable, you don't have to bear it." He lazily put his hands on the haystack behind him, with a contemptuous look, but a sincere comforting tone.

But Lin Jianxi didn't say a word as if he didn't hear it, just quietly staring at the river in a daze, as if he had hidden all his emotions in his heart and refused to reveal anything.

"Men can be vulnerable sometimes, and I won't laugh at you." Qiao Mochuan said again, with a foolish expression on his face.

"I'll close my eyes now, so I won't look at you." He half-closed his eyes, and quietly glanced at the young man beside him from the corner of his eyes.

"Lin Jianxi?"

After talking to himself for so long, this person still didn't have much reaction. Qiao Mochuan was at a loss. He frowned and thought for a while, then stared at the cold wind without blinking, and his eyes turned red after a while.

So when Lin Jianxi turned her head, she happened to meet the man's handsome face with half a line of tears on it, and she was startled.

"……What’s wrong with you?"

"I cry against the wind." Qiao Mochuan opened his eyes confidently and said nonsense, with a smirk at the corner of his mouth, "You can try it too."

puff--

Lin Jianxi was briefly amused by him.

When the smile subsided, he couldn't help sighing again, "Thank you, I also understand your kindness, but I really can't cry now."

"Have you heard the story about throwing boots? Every night before going to bed, a man would hear the sound of upstairs residents taking off two boots one after the other and throwing them heavily on the floor. One day he only heard one sound, and then Been waiting for another bang and ended up not sleeping all night."

The young man picked a piece of dogtail grass casually and turned it around in his hand. The expression on his face was hard to see under the cover of the night, and the voice seemed to be coming from a distance, which was light and ethereal.

"Actually, how can a person not feel whether he really cares about himself or whether he is perfunctory? For so long, I seem to have been waiting for another boot to hit the ground, so now, instead, there is a feeling that it really is like this a feeling of."

Lin Jianxi didn't shed tears, didn't get hysterical, and spoke in a calm and indifferent tone, but Qiao Mochuan felt extremely uncomfortable when he heard it, and his heart hurt like being pricked by a needle.

Turning his gaze, he saw that the young man's hands were gripping the corners of his clothes tightly, even ripping out the folds, but he didn't know it.

Obviously sad to the point of being in a trance, but still pretending to be calm.

Qiao Mochuan pursed his lips vigorously, resisting the urge to hold him in his arms, and did not expose his bravado.

At this moment, Lin Jianxi's cell phone vibrated crazily. He took it out from his coat pocket, and just checked the display, his expression changed immediately.

Qiao Mochuan's heart suddenly rang out, and without thinking, he snatched the phone and looked down, it was indeed Lu Wenfeng!

"Give me back the phone."

"Lin Jianxi, do you still want to hear his sophistry?"

"Give me back!"

Qiao Mochuan was in a hurry, and said without hesitation: "Can you be sober, Lu Wenfeng has liked Lin Yu for many years, because of him time and time again let you dove, are you willing to be a substitute?"

Lin Jianxi didn't open her mouth anymore, she just caught off guard and snatched the phone over, and then under the man's astonished gaze, she turned off the phone directly, out of sight and out of mind.

This action made Qiao Mochuan stunned for a moment, but after he realized it, he couldn't help but feel secretly happy, but he still pretended to be calm, as if the person who was furious just now was not him.

"I thought you would be soft-hearted to him." He seemed to stroke his hair unintentionally, and there was a hint of temptation in his words.

"...No, never." A glint of water flashed in the young man's eyes, his tone was slightly choked up, but he still shook his head firmly.

"It doesn't matter if he likes others, it doesn't matter if he misses me because of other people or other things, but...but he shouldn't lie to me."

"It doesn't matter if they look alike. A strawberry cake is a strawberry cake, and a purple rice cake is a purple rice cake. Everyone in this world is unique. How can we find someone to replace them, and how can we replace others?"

Lin Jianxi's soft voice trembled slightly, and there was real confusion and deep hatred in her shining eyes.

"Whoever you like, you should go after it openly. What's the point of finding a substitute? It's not fair to me, and it's not fair to senior Lin Yu!"

His tone was resentful, no longer the admiration and appreciation of the past, full of criticism and disappointment towards Lu Wenfeng.

Qiao Mochuan should have been happy with such a development, but in fact, the blood in his body started to become cold, and then every inch of it was frozen into ice.

Because this is not only a death sentence for Lu Wenfeng, but also like a slap in the face.

If he really likes someone, he won't find a substitute, just like he looks at Lin Jianxi now.

I just feel that this person is the best in the whole world, from head to toe and even hair is the most perfect, there is no other person can compare, and it is impossible to casually find a similar person to chat with as comfort.

Love is irreplaceable, and even substitution is an insult!

At this moment, Qiao Mochuan suddenly understood this truth.

What if one day, Lin Jianxi found out that he once had the same thoughts as Lu Wenfeng?

This terrible thought suddenly appeared in his mind, and Qiao Mochuan felt suffocated just thinking about it. He couldn't help taking a few short breaths, and asked with difficulty:

"Then, if Lu Wenfeng sincerely corrects his mistakes and says that he knows he was wrong, you...will you still forgive him? Can you still accept him?"

He was stuttering, and he didn't know whether he was asking Lu Wenfeng or himself.

"Of course not!" Lin Jianxi replied firmly.

He raised his head high, as if trying to hide the tears in his eyes, and there was a familiar look of pride between his brows.

Qiao Mochuan was shocked all of a sudden, and even stood up quickly with excitement, his feet were unsteady and he staggered a bit.

It was as if he was hit in the chest by something all of a sudden, and the pain instantly spread to the internal organs, and then invaded the brain, making his scalp numb and unable to think at all.

"Qiao Mochuan, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?" Although he was still in a sad state, Lin Jianxi was still concerned about his friend's situation, so he immediately asked a question with concern.

And Qiao Mochuan looked down at the young man condescendingly, feeling that the caring look in this man's eyes was so real and undisguised.

He cares about me, he cares about me.

But all of this right now is like a mirror image that can be broken at the touch of a finger. Once Lin Jianxi knows her original plan, all these tenderness will disappear!

can you?

No, he won't find out, and I won't let him find out!

This secret will only be rotten in his heart forever, as long as he bites it to death and does not let go, Lin Jianxi will never know.

Thinking of this, Qiao Mochuan calmed down again, his brows slightly relaxed, and he tried his best to squeeze out a cynical smile as usual.

"It's okay, it's an old problem."

"Really?" Lin Jianxi squinted her eyes, took a full view of the man's expression changes, and sighed softly in her heart.

I'm sorry, Young Master Qiao, there are no secrets in the world that cannot be hidden.

It is a good thing for the prodigal son to return, but more or less people still have to pay a certain price for what they have done.

Near Yan'an Road subway station.

In a pure black extended business car, a handsome man in a dark red suit was sitting in the spacious back seat for a video conference, with an extremely serious expression on his face.

"Tang Lian will be in charge of the Class A project of Sanshui Resort from today, and we must re-examine all the previous plans this week."

"Okay, Mr. Fu." A capable and beautiful woman immediately responded from the opposite side.

"Group A's public relations planning is unqualified, so I'll call back and do it again. I don't want to see things like Hainer last time." He rubbed the space between his brows, and his tone became severe, "I want to see it before three o'clock tomorrow afternoon." Revised plan."

"Understood." "Alright Mr. Fu."

Most of the participants on the other side of the screen were high-level executives who were over forty years old, and some of them even had white hair. A group of people were reprimanded by Fu Linbei, a junior, and no one dared to say no.

The secretary Jin Jiang who was sitting next to him didn't dare to breathe in this stagnant atmosphere, but he couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional in his heart.

Regardless of their young age, Boss Fu is extraordinary in talent and courage. He seems to be better than the second generation in the circle. He has already entered the ranks of real power holders. In recent years, the group has become more and more prosperous under his support. , and the business landscape is also expanding.

He was admiring, and then found that after the meeting was over, the man turned his eyes away again, staring blankly at the dark building not far away.

Well, he took back what he just said, no matter how capable the boss is, wouldn't he still be a fool when it comes to emotional matters?

What's the use of waiting here, you should go up and chase after him!

Secretary Jin hated iron for being weak in his heart, but on his face he pretended to be very respectful: "It's all my fault. When I saw Mr. Qiao take Mr. Lin away, I should have gone up to stop him."

Unexpectedly, Fu Linbei immediately shook his head: "I will not disregard Jianxi's wishes and interfere with his normal communication with others, it's wrong."

Secretary Jin was completely speechless, and couldn't help lowering his head and rolling his eyes.

Anyway, you are a president, you have to be overbearing, you have to stand up.Like this kind of routine of silent guarding, in any book, you can get a proper male second script, okay?

What a waste of your male lead hardware!

He was slandering himself secretly when suddenly his eyes lit up: "Hey, that's not Mr. Lin—"

The car door closed with a bang, and the man was no longer around, and the cold wind blurred Jin Jiang's face.

Secretary Jin: "..."

Haha, don't worry if you have the skills.

The author has something to say: Lecture [-] of Secretary Jin's small class: The hero must be domineering and forceful.

Fu Xiaobei (burying his head in taking notes): Learning is useless!

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: 2 Jiang Ming and Soft have grown taller today; 1 Qing Yuan, Yuzai, and Ying;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!