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Xu Mingyang stayed in the room for an hour before Cen Baiyan came back.

He looked at the elevator entrance, but Xuan Zhao didn't come up.

"That-that-that-that-that," Xu Mingyang thought about how to address Xuan Zhao, "Who is that, gone?"

Cen Baiyan changed his slippers, "Mmm" and said, "Let's go."

His voice was hoarse, as if he had a handful of sand in his throat, and his whole body smelled like smoke. Xu Mingyang frowned: "My God! How much have you smoked?"

"I'm addicted to cigarettes, I smoked a few at the small basketball court at the back door," Cen Baiyan said hoarsely, "Does it smell bad? I'll take a shower."

"Farewell," Xu Mingyang said, "dormkeeper just issued a notice that the water and electricity will be overhauled tomorrow, and the hot water will be cut off at night."

Cen Baiyan waved his hands, and picked up the towel and pajamas from the hanger beside the bed: "I'll take a shower."

The sound of running water quickly came from the bathroom, and the big man took a shower quickly, usually in five or six minutes, but this time twenty minutes had passed, and Cen Baiyan hadn't come out of it yet.

Xu Mingyang's heart skipped a beat, Cen Baiyan wouldn't cut his wrists inside, would he?Wouldn't you soak the hair dryer in the bathtub and get electrocuted to death?Not going to hang yourself with a shower hose?

No less than eighteen ways to die flashed through his mind, and he walked to the bathroom door and called "Xiao Cen", the water was rushing inside, but Cen Baiyan didn't agree.

Ruined!Definitely out of breath!

Xu Mingyang knocked on the door in fear: "Xiao Cen! Are you still alive?! Don't cause trouble, if something happens to you, I will be the number one suspect! Cen!"

He was howling in mourning, when the sound of running water stopped abruptly, the door opened from the inside, Cen Baiyan was naked from the upper body, with a towel on his head: "He's not dead, don't worry."

Xu Mingyang breathed a sigh of relief, and walked into the bathroom and said, "Then why did you delay for so long, you were scared to death—"

After a pause, Xu Mingyang saw a few more fresh cigarette butts in the trash can. At a glance, there were at least five.

"Crazy!" Xu Mingyang frowned and whispered, "How much have you smoked?"

Cen Baiyan had been reading, and Xu Mingyang felt that his aura was low, so he didn't dare to ask questions.

After turning off the lights and going to bed, Xu Mingyang was still very curious and itchy in his heart. He turned over and asked, "Xiao Cen, I know I shouldn't talk too much, but I'm just so cheap, do you mind if I commit crimes?" | Cheap?"

Cen Boyan said, "What do you want to ask?"

Xu Mingyang laughed twice: "It's just you and that handsome guy, what's the relationship between you two?"

Cen Baiyan was lying flat, looking at the pitch-black ceiling: "It's over, it doesn't matter now."

Xu Mingyang murmured in his heart who he was lying to, it doesn't matter that you can use cigarettes to relieve your worries after they leave, and your throat will be ruined by smoking.

It's the 21st century, and it's really strange that there is such a kind of love!

"Then why did you break up?" Xu Mingyang couldn't hold back the gossip once he started to gossip, and asked while pawing at the eaves of the bed, "You are also handsome, and he is also beautiful. You two look so good together."

Cen Baiyan felt annoyed, and turned his back to Xu Mingyang: "You fucking Pacific police|police? Do you care about everything?"

Xu Mingyang smacked his lips distastefully, and comforted him: "I'm just worried about you? I can't find anything like you, otherwise I'll take you to the party tomorrow, and you will definitely become a superstar in the circle!" "

Cen Baiyan stopped talking to him.

"The last question, do you still like him?" Xu Mingyang asked.

Cen Baiyan's eyes looked particularly dim in the darkness, he blinked slowly: "I don't like it anymore."

"Since the two of you are separated, you have no feelings for him anymore," Xu Mingyang paused for a while and then started to move again, "Why don't you do a good deed and push him on WeChat?"

He is a flamboyant man who believes in romance to death. Romance is freshness, passion and impulsiveness. Xuanzhao has aroused the romantic factor in him. He is on fire now. Thinking of Xuanzhao's cold and alienated face makes him want to sing poetry excitedly Three hundred.

In essence, he doesn't believe in "devotion" or "unswerving until death". When two people are together, it's like setting off fireworks, and they should be extinguished at the most beautiful time. This is called romance.He has been with Cen Baiyan for some time, and Cen Baiyan has always been extremely normal, not the kind of idiot who wants to die or live for love.

"I think he is my true son," Xu Mingyang held his face in his hands, "it's just perfect!"

Cen Baiyan breathed steadily and didn't speak for a long time. Xu Mingyang thought he was falling asleep, so he called softly: "Xiao Cen?"

"Without his WeChat," Cen Baiyan said hoarsely, "Deleted it."

"Ah?" Xu Mingyang was extremely disappointed, "Is the phone number still there?"

Cen Boyan said, "It's gone."

"It's all gone." Xu Mingyang sighed, "It's so difficult that he is destined to be the man I can't get! His eyes looked at me, God, I was completely fascinated. Have you noticed, he There is a pear dimple at the corner of the mouth."

Cen Baiyan has never disliked Xu Mingyang. Although this new roommate is a bit bluffing, he is quite interesting and has added a lot of fun to Cen Baiyan's boring daily life.But for some reason, at this moment, he felt that Xu Mingyang's voice was extremely noisy, chattering, so loud that his eardrums were about to be torn.

"Sleeping." Cen Baiyan said coldly.

Xu Mingyang reluctantly closed his mouth.

Cen Baiyan was very irritable, he raised his arms and put his forehead on his forehead, his throat hurt like it was on fire, but his heart seemed to have a big hole, and the wind from nowhere was blowing in, and he urgently needed something to fill it.

Cigarettes, just a cigarette.

Cen Baiyan was upset, turned over and got out of bed, picked up the cigarette case and lighter from the desk, opened the door and went to the balcony.

"Hey!" Xu Mingyang yelled, "Didn't you sleep!"

Cen Baiyan shook his hand with his back turned.

"You lied to me if you didn't sleep." Xu Mingyang snorted, lay back on the bed, thought for a while, and muttered, "You lied to me if you didn't delete WeChat and didn't have a phone call, right?"

He glanced at Cen Baiyan suspiciously. Through the glass door, Cen Baiyan's back was a little blurry, as if he was about to melt into the thick night.

On the other side of the ocean, Xuan Zhao didn't even have time to catch his breath after landing.

In just eight days, many things happened in the country.

Wan Qianshan slandered the Xuan family through various channels, trying to distort the events of the year into another look: the Xuan family had many internal conflicts, and he rescued the endangered Xuan family with his own wisdom, but the Xuan family still treated him. They suppressed him everywhere, prevented him from displaying his talents, and shaped him into an image of a "soft rice boy". Even his own biological son was brainwashed, and in turn denied him as a father.

Wan Qianshan and Cen Jingxiang probably reached some kind of agreement. They began to appear frequently in the media as a loving couple. When Cen Jingxiang was interviewed, she choked up and said that she was actually Wan Qianshan's wife. The two were childhood sweethearts and were in love with each other. It was Xuan Yu who coerced and lured them to break up. She was a lonely woman with a pair of children, but the Xuan family killed her.

The secrets of wealthy families have always been talked about by people in the circle. No one cares what the truth is. All kinds of rumors spread all over the place overnight; plus the rich family cares most about blood inheritance, and the son must be with the father In the future, the one who will inherit Lao Tzu's family business, but Xuanzhao's recent thunderous tactics have shown that he will not give up until Wan Qianshan is completely destroyed. Some accusations that he is "unfilial" and "rebellious" have also begun to emerge.

The people in the company were in a hurry, but after Xuan Zhao came back, he still did what he should do. He didn't lose any contacts or resources that should be robbed.

What Wan Qianshan wanted was to preemptive strikes. He expected that Xuanzhao valued the reputation of Xuanjia the most, so he tried his best to discredit Xuanjia's face. When Xuanzhao people were not in the country, there was a time difference, so that Xuanzhao was caught off guard and confused. position.

Anyway, Xuan Boyuan is a dead man who can't speak, and Xuan Yu is a half-crazy trash. Who can explain clearly what happened 17 years ago?

That day in Chenxiang Hall, Wan Qianshan was caught off guard by Xuan Zhao because he was unprepared, so he made such a big scandal!

However, Wan Qianshan didn't expect Xuan Zhao to be so patient. No matter what the chaos outside, he just stood still.

After a month, Wan Qianshan couldn't hold back anymore.

Wan Qianshan made an appointment with Xuan Zhao to meet in a quiet Japanese-style private restaurant. The box is Japanese-style tatami-mat style, and he took off his shoes and sat cross-legged.

Wan Qianshan knew that Xuan Zhao's legs and feet were inconvenient, and he couldn't stand bending his knees for a little longer, let alone crossing his legs. He deliberately chose this place.

Xuan Zhao stood at the door of the box leaning on a cane, and smiled faintly after seeing the environment in the box.

Wan Qianshan raised his chin: "Come in."

Xuan Zhaoyang called the waiter: "Add a chair."

The waiter was a little embarrassed: "Sir, private rooms are not provided—"

"It's okay if you don't add it, as you can see, I have leg problems and it's inconvenient to sit on the floor," Xuan Zhao smiled politely, "In this case, I can only stand and talk to the gentleman inside, you can ask him, I don't mind if you want to look up and talk to me."

Wan Qianshan's face sank instantly: "Add it to him."

The waiter brought a wooden chair, and Xuan Zhao sat on the chair with a relaxed posture; Wan Qianshan sat cross-legged on the tatami, and was already a head shorter than Xuan Zhao in his height. Finally, with a straight face, he asked the waiter to bring him another An identical wooden chair.

The father and son sat on chairs higher than the table on both sides of the low Japanese-style dining table. The scene looked weird.

Xuan Zhao had no intention of exchanging greetings with Wan Qianshan, and said straight to the point: "I still have a meeting, I'll be leaving in 10 minutes."

Wan Qianshan snorted and said, "Xiao Zhao, you are really my good son."

"I'm sorry," Xuan Zhao nodded, and said with a faint smile, "By the way, I heard that your lover is about to give birth. Is it a son? Have you decided on a name? I know you have encountered some financial difficulties recently. If raising this child is really a problem, you can give him the surname Xuan, and our Xuan family will pay for it. Anyway, our surname Xuan has raised you for so many years, and we don’t mind raising one more person.”

Wan Qianshan gritted his teeth: "You—"