The perfect game for personalities

An elegant villa built in the suburban forest, the servants are all Filipino, and even the bodyguards are foreigners with blonde hair and blue eyes, but this place is still domestic.

Jiang Fei has been trapped here for two days, her mobile phone was confiscated, and there is no way to contact Xiang Zimo, nor can she get out.

Originally, he thought that He Qian would not do such illegal things in broad daylight, but now it seems that he still underestimated the degree of madness of He Qian, no wonder Xiang Zimo was so worried about him.

This time he really took it lightly.

But He Qian never showed up, only the servant took care of his daily life.

Although there was a language barrier, if Jiang Fei wanted something, he could tell them, and someone would deliver it in less than two hours.

He raised his head, looked at the dense cameras in the house, and said nothing.

He Qian was watching him, but he didn't show up, why?

He couldn't figure it out. In order to know what was going on outside, he turned on the TV to watch. Several TV stations flashed Xiang Zimo's clips. He watched the advertisement carefully before switching to the news channel.

It was not until the morning of the third day that he saw He Qian appeared in the news, talking about the products that the company was about to launch.

His hair was combed up, and his mature and handsome eyebrows carried a slight smile, but it didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

When Jiang Fei and him looked at each other, there was a strange feeling of being far apart.

After watching the news, the servant was waiting for him to have breakfast.

He half propped his head in silence for a while, then suddenly raised his eyes and asked the servant.

"The owner here is not He Qian, right?"

When he said this, he looked past the bewildered servant to the camera in the corner, talking with the mysterious person who never showed up.

If it was really He Qian, he wouldn't bear it for so long.

If it was really He Qian, he wouldn't be unable to suppress the fleeting depression when facing the reporter's interview, as if a plan with a sure chance of winning was out of control.

The servant could not answer his words, and the person behind the camera was also silent.

Jiang Fei stood up and shook his head slightly.

"Let me go, or let me starve to death here."

A hunger strike is not a rational choice, it is using oneself as a bargaining chip, and only those who care about him will be fooled.

And Jiang Fei felt that the other party would compromise.

In the evening, the burning sensation of hunger in his stomach became unbearable. He found a foreign language novel in front of the bookshelf in the bedroom and read it page by page.

He was watching carefully, and he was so dazed that he didn't notice the slight sound of something rolling over the floor.

When he regained his mind after reading it, he suddenly noticed a fixed gaze looking over, restrained and flowing with some indescribable emotion.

He turned his head and looked in surprise at the person who appeared at the door at some time.

The other was wearing a dark, long-sleeved shirt with a blanket covering his legs.

The tall, thin basketball boy who always looked sloppy in my impression is now sitting in a wheelchair, with his hands crossed on his knees, looking at him plainly and saying.

"Let's eat something."

Jiang Fei stood up in astonishment, unable to tell when the book fell to the ground.

"Jogo?"

Unbelievable eyes moved down from Qiao Ge's gloomy face, and Jiang Fei felt his brain buzzing. He couldn't believe that he, who loves basketball, became a disabled person who couldn't walk with both legs.

As if he was a completely different person, the flamboyant Qiao Ge became like a pool of stagnant water, only when he looked at Jiang Fei, his eyes sparkled.

He watched Jiang Fei standing stiffly for a long time, and couldn't help laughing.

After pressing the button, the electric wheelchair approached in the direction of Jiang Fei.

At the same time, the servants outside the door brought in fresh food, put it on the table in front of Jiang Fei, and left quietly.

Jogo looked at him without blinking, his tone softened, and he spoke again.

"Jiang Fei, let's eat something."

Jiang Fei didn't come back to his senses for a long time, staring straight at his legs, and murmured uncontrollably.

"Your leg--"

"There was an accident."

The understatement of the answer brought all the hardships he had suffered, Qiao Ge's expression was indifferent, but Jiang Fei still needed some time to digest.

He restrained himself from looking impolitely, sat down unconsciously, and apologized.

"Sorry, I, I..."

He didn't know why he apologized to Jogo, maybe it was because of the rudeness just now, and because of his sympathy for Jogo's tragic experience.

After a few seconds of delay, he calmed down, stopped focusing on Jhogo's legs, and asked.

"So, you brought me here?"

He didn't use the word "off", because the moment Qiao Ge appeared, he understood that Qiao Ge and He Qian had different purposes.

Hearing this, Qiao Ge's eyes moved slightly, and he replied frankly.

"Yes, He Qian has been looking for you recently. I'm afraid he will continue to hurt you, so I can only hide you first."

"The man who took me on the street—"

"It's from He Qian."

Speaking of He Qian, Qiao Ge's expression was covered with a layer of frost, and his cold voice was mixed with some kind of hatred and self-blame.

"I have been sending people to watch him. I didn't expect him to do this to you, but my people stopped you halfway."

"Don't worry, I won't let him find you."

Jiang Fei had been listening in silence, and when the words fell, those dark eyes shone like incandescent lights in the interrogation room.

he asked slowly.

"Qiao Ge, why did you send someone to watch He Qian?"

Qiao Ge looked at him stiffly, as if his throat had been cut, almost embarrassed.

He had no way to speak, no way to tell the truth, no way to say that staring at He Qian was to prevent him from attacking Jiang Fei, to protect Jiang Fei.

But saying this is too much like asking for credit.

It sounded as if Jiang Fei had to pay him some equal remuneration to match his secret arrangement, but in fact, Qiao Ge was completely voluntary.

He didn't want to kidnap Jiang Fei with anything.

The eyes were sore from the quiet gaze cast on him. Qiao Ge lowered his eyes and stared at the paralyzed legs under the blanket, feeling that his heart was slowly shrinking.

He avoided answering, and started a new conversation on his own.

"You should have some dinner first. Eat slowly if you've been hungry for too long, or you'll feel uncomfortable. If you want to eat anything else, ask the servants to make it. Chinese and Western styles are fine."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly remembered something, and the speed of speaking suddenly accelerated.

"By the way, I went to find your favorite coconut cake, but that store no longer produces it, and the coconut cake in other stores always tastes different."

"But I bought a lot of new desserts, try which one you like best."

The hasty words are trying to fill in a certain blank, trying to drag the time five years ago to today, and cover up some secrets that cannot be said.

Jiang Fei really didn't ask any more questions, just kept quiet and said.

"Can you give me back my phone? I want to make a call."

Jogo's face changed subtly.

He knew who Jiang Fei was going to call.

Like He Qian, he also investigated Jiang Fei and Xiang Zimo thoroughly before returning to China. The photos and news that made He Qian jealous also bit his heart, but the pain he gave birth to It is a retreat.

After all, he is already disabled, even if he likes Jiang Fei so much.

He can only let go.

It's just that letting go, let go is also unwilling, so much so that seeing Jiang Fei's expression when he vaguely mentioned Xiang Zimo, his heart that was so suppressed began to boil in pain again.

Qiao Ge didn't dare to let Jiang Fei see the uncontrollable distorted expression on his face. He lowered his head and stared at the pattern on the blanket until he was dizzy, but his voice was extremely calm, with the selfishness that he couldn't ask for openly hidden. .

"He Qian has been looking for you very hard recently. Once he finds the mobile phone signal, he can track you here. Wait a few days."

Even Jogo himself believed such an excuse.

And it sounded like it was for Jiang Fei's good, he couldn't refuse Qiao Ge's kindness, but thinking that Xiang Zimo would be very anxious because of his disappearance, he felt restless.

"Then can someone send a message to Xiang Zimo? I'm afraid he will worry about me and call the police."

In fact, Xiang Zimo had already called the police.

But Qiao Ge hid Jiang Fei tightly, and the surveillance video pointed to He Qian, so no one will be able to find out here for a while.

For a moment, Qiao Ge's heart was not shaken, so he took Jiang Fei away and flew away, waiting for him to finally accept himself in the long-term imprisonment and patient company.

But this shady gloom disappeared when it touched his legs.

He couldn't bring Jiang Fei happiness.

Qiao Ge closed his eyes forcefully, as if his chest had been pierced by a gust of howling wind, and even his heart was completely chilled, and all the hot feelings were taken away by the wind, leaving nothing but desolation on the ground.

He asked hoarsely.

"Jiang Fei, do you really want to be with Xiang Zimo?"

There was a hint of decisiveness in this sentence, Jiang Fei's heart skipped a beat when he heard it, and for some reason, he suddenly had a premonition that his sub-personality was melting.

He looked at Jogo thoughtfully, and replied clearly.

"Yes."

Regardless of whether Xiang Zimo is the master or not, he has no way to betray their status as a couple.

After hearing his answer, Jogo's expression gradually relaxed as if he had collapsed.

He looked at Jiang Fei calmly.

This glance was deep, like the last one, and then he nodded slightly.

"Okay, I'll help you."

Although there was no way to call Xiang Zimo, Jiang Fei recorded the audio, and Qiao Ge sent someone to Xiang Zimo to convince him that Jiang Fei was indeed safe.

The next morning after sending it out for recording, Xiang Zimo appeared in front of Jiang Fei.

He changed several cars on the way here to ensure that he would not be tracked by He Qian's people, so he couldn't wait to follow Qiao Ge's people to find this place.

When he walked into the living room quickly, Jiang Fei was having breakfast.

The sleeves of the loose pajamas were rolled up to the elbows, and the white knuckles were pinching the spoon, stirring the porridge carelessly.

While drinking slowly, he was talking to Jogo who was opposite him, occasionally smiling slightly with the corners of his lips upturned.

Hearing the hurried sound and turning his head to see Xiang Zimo, he opened his eyes slightly, speechless in surprise.

And Xiang Zimo strode straight forward, hugged him in his arms, and Jiang Fei was a little out of breath, so he could only try his best to comfort his trembling back.

Xiang Zimo was buried in his arms, his voice trembling at the end.

"Xiao Fei, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"I swear, I won't let you leave me again."

He shouldn't have gone away, shouldn't have left Jiang Fei alone, and shouldn't have been negligent.

It is obviously the most important treasure, but it has not been able to stay vigilant and guard every step of the way.

Jiang Fei comforted him in a low voice, a little helpless, but her tone was extremely gentle.

Jogo on the opposite side didn't speak. There was an invisible wall across the dining table, and he felt suffocated here.

Silently pressing the button, he walked out in a wheelchair.

The driver comprehended and opened the slant plate of the rear seat so that he could control the wheelchair up.

The engine started and Jhogo saw them embracing and kissing from the window as the car left the courtyard.

He looked back.

The original private basketball hall has been covered with dust because it has not been used for many years.

This was a place that Qiao Ge's parents bought specially for him back then, and Qiao Ge personally transformed it into the appearance he likes, and it became his secret base.

Only Jiang Fei had been to this secret base, and then it was locked and closed.

Qiao Ge looked at the basket in the open field, as if he saw the young figure of everyone in high school who was full of enthusiasm.

There were excited cheers and shouts, mixed with sharp whistles and the dull sound of the basketball hitting the ground. After the deafening noise, there was a dead silence.

He stretched out his hand, took the basketball handed over by the bodyguard, raised his hand, and exerted a little force.

boom.

The basketball was thrown into the hoop, bounced on the ground, and rolled away.

Jhogo stared at it for a while, then took out a wristband that was badly worn out due to long-term use from his pocket.

The black and red cheap cloth had been pilled a long time ago, and it was actually a bit rough to wear, but it had Jogo's name embroidered on it.

Embroidered by Jiang Fei.

The fingertips rubbed against the name for a long time, like stroking the cheek of a lover.

He could not wait for the birthday gift he had asked Jiang Fei for.

After a while, Qiao Ge carefully put it away and put it in the inner pocket on his chest, and when he patted it lightly for confirmation, his heart was still trembling.

The wheelchair turned and left.

The author has something to say: I don’t know why, when I wrote this chapter, I suddenly felt that my writing has improved a little bit....

(Probably because I worked hard to write brand new sentences)