unrequited love forbidden

Car accident

Mr. Fu, just have a laugh.

laugh--

The piercing sound of brakes sounded in the dense night, sparks were splashed all the way from the violent friction between the tires and the ground, and the pale lights quickly passed over the mountain wall, reflecting the gloomy miscellaneous trees and gravel.

Jiang Xiao held the steering wheel tightly, cold sweat broke out on his temples, and the folds on the sleeves of his suit fluctuated with his movements. He turned his head and looked at the people in the back seat with concern.

"Boss Fu, are you alright?" His voice trembled a little.

The person behind raised his head, and in the weak light, he could only see a small half of his cold and white neck, as if with an inherent calmness, "It's okay."

"Just now—" Jiang Xiaofu opened his mouth, the dazzling lights and the coolness behind him hit him at the same time, he turned his head suddenly, but it was too late.

Boom!

The private car parked at the corner of the winding mountain road was hit by a heavy truck to the edge, blocked by the roadside protective fence, and hung obliquely at the junction of the steep slope and the road, next to the steep slope, the almost vertical angle Melting into the dark night, it seems to be bottomless.

After the momentary weightlessness and dizziness, severe pain came from the chest. Jiang Xiao opened his eyes. Under the flashing lights, the steep slope on the side of the car seemed to herald death.

He wanted to open the car door, but the door was blocked by stones, and the co-driver's door was stuck in the guardrail, leaving no way out.

He struggled to unbuckle his seat belt, passed over the deformed co-pilot, groped for the warm body, and called out eagerly, "Mr. Fu? Mr. Fu? Mr. Fu Qingzhou!"

Fu Qingzhou coughed, and Jiang Xiao reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief, ignoring the pain all over his body, and planned to take Fu Qingzhou out through the back door of the car.

However, the next second, the dazzling headlights turned on again.

Boom!

The private car hanging on the edge was hit hard and flew out.

He finally realized belatedly that this was not an accidental car accident at all, but a well-prepared murder!

Jiang Xiao covered the back of Fu Qingzhou's head and neck, and held him tightly in his arms. When the feeling of weightlessness came again, he could even think uncontrollably, Fu Qingzhou was really too thin, his bones All hands.

Bang!

eight hours ago.

The brisk music sounded in the dim room, a hand stretched out from under the quilt, groped feebly for a while, and finally found the culprit, and took the phone into the quilt.

The whole room fell silent.

Five minutes later, the quilt was lifted abruptly, and Jiang Xiao jumped off the bed, turned on his phone and saw that it was 5:[-] in the afternoon, and he was relieved.

The curtains were opened, and the bright sunshine came in from the window, bringing the unique warmth of spring.

Jiang Xiao yawned, stretched out his hand to scratch his messy hair, and walked to the bathroom while scratching his stomach.

Just after squeezing the toothpaste, a phone call came in.

"Hello?" He looked up at the unshaven man in the mirror, and couldn't help but yawned again.

"Brother Jiang, Mr. Fu is attending a dinner at the Luoxiang Villa today. He asked you to pick him up at [-]pm and return to his apartment in the city." Fu Qingzhou's assistant said.

"Okay." Jiang Xiao glanced at the magazine standing next to the sink. The young man in a suit and leather shoes on the cover, with his eyes slightly raised behind the lens, was looking at him coldly and alienated.

He hung up the phone, stretched out his hand and flicked on the cover, and said in an awkward manner: "Boss Fu, please have a laugh."

The person on the cover is still expressionless, and next to it is a line of eye-catching characters: The arduous journey of young disabled entrepreneurs, but the word "disability" was heavily scribbled out with a marker.

Jiang Xiao spat out the toothpaste froth in his mouth, facing the mirror with white froth around his mouth and showing a bright smile, "Boss Fu, actually I've liked you for a long time——"

"Qingzhou," Jiang Xiao wiped off the toothpaste foam, suppressed his smile, and said gracefully: "Actually, I have been secretly in love with you for ten years... hiss."

He cleared his throat and said seriously: "Fu Qingzhou, I will take care of you in the future, I don't care about your legs—"

Jiang Xiao frowned, and slapped himself on the forehead, "Why don't you lift your legs if you have nothing to do."

Fu Qingzhou's legs were disabled. He heard from Li Bowen that he had a serious car accident that year. Although he managed to save his life, he lost two legs.

However, Boss Fu started from scratch and is now a well-known inspirational and outstanding young entrepreneur. This small flaw is irrelevant to him.

Of course, it doesn't matter to Jiang Xiao.

He likes to pay Qingzhou, no matter what kind of Fu Qingzhou is perfect for him.

After Jiang Xiao shaved and washed his face carefully, he picked out a brand new and expensive suit, and transformed himself into the handsome driver that Mr. Fu's family is known for.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, he stretched out his hands and scratched his curly hair, which was sprayed with a lot of hairspray, and complained to the photo on the mirror: "This curly hair...how about I go shave it?"

In the photo, Fu Qingzhou lowered his eyes and said nothing, sitting in the car and carefully reading the documents in his hand.

Jiang Xiao stared at the photo for a long time before sighing faintly.

The determination I had just made was a little shaken.

If he was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old high school student, it wouldn't feel out of place to directly drag Fu Qingzhou to confess in a flash of his brain.

But he is 38 years old this year, has no house or car, and rents a dilapidated house. Seeing that he is middle-aged, he still achieves nothing.

The person he likes has a bright future, even if his legs and feet are not good, there will be countless people scrambling to jump on him, even if they are all rejected by Fu Qingzhou without hesitation.

But at least they dare to show their hearts.

Jiang Xiao didn't even have the courage to take the first step.

He scratched his hair a little irritably, and the curly hair that had just been suppressed was raised up again majestically, and was suppressed by the master with a depressed expression.

Luoxiang Mountain Villa is on the mountainside in the outskirts of the city. The winding road is a bit steep, and the car is not very easy to drive. Halfway through the drive, there is always a rattling sound under the car, and the car is trembling in front of the windshield.

He stopped the car and checked, but found nothing wrong. However, there were a lot of gravel on the road, and there were almost no cars on the road. Reflected by the afterglow of the evening, it made people feel a little deserted.

Jiang Xiao squatted on the side of the road and smoked a cigarette, looked down at his watch, then extinguished the cigarette butt, and threw it on the steep hillside outside the railing. After waiting for a while, he felt that the smell had almost dissipated before getting back into the car.

It was getting late, the car drove slowly into the villa, and there was lively laughter from the brightly lit banquet hall in the distance.

Jiang Xiao leaned on the car and smoked two more cigarettes, spent a long time mentally building up, resisting the urge to give up, and then saw two figures walking towards this side slowly.

Jiang Xiao opened the trunk and took out the folding wheelchair, and quickly pushed it in front of Fu Qingzhou.

"Brother Jiang." The little assistant greeted him with a smile, with a bit of surprise in his eyes, "You can recognize us from such a distance."

"Good eyes." Jiang Xiao said with a smile, but his eyes were tightly locked on the person in front of him.

Fu Qingzhou is about the same height as him, but he is very thin. His handsome face is always pale. He must have drank a lot of wine today, so he is slightly flushed, and his gaze is a little downcast Not really.

"Boss Fu." Jiang Xiao stretched out his hand to support him, and then his arm was heavy, and the other half leaned against him.

Jiang Xiao was surprised. Normally, Fu Qingzhou wouldn't let others help him at all. He couldn't help turning his head to look at the other person, but he could only see the familiar and indifferent side face, but his neck and behind his ears were red.

Drank too much.Jiang Xiao felt a little distressed, but he still couldn't suppress the joy and joy rising from the bottom of his heart.

Another day... or take advantage of the other party's drunk confession, even if rejected, you can still fool it.

"Then Mr. Fu, I'll go back first." The little assistant said to Fu Qingzhou: "I will explain clearly to Mr. Chang as soon as possible."

Fu Qingzhou nodded and sat in the wheelchair.

Jiang Xiao pushed him towards the car.

Fu Qingzhou leaned on the wheelchair, buttoned the top button meticulously, but he tore open two of them, Jiang Xiao lowered his head, just in time to see the shallow scar on his collarbone.

"Are you here so early?" Fu Qingzhou stretched out his hand and pinched the center of his brows. He didn't know if it was because of the headache from drinking, or because he didn't get used to the prosthetics that had just been installed.

Jiang Xiao snapped back to his senses, and said with a dry smile, "I'm fine at home."

"Remember to tell Xiao Zhang that you can make up for it another day." Fu Qingzhou took off his glasses, leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes, frowning, looking very uncomfortable.

"Okay pay the total."

The evening breeze was warm and brought just the right amount of coolness. Jiang Xiao slowed down the speed of pushing the wheelchair, and his palms were sweating nervously. He clenched the handle tightly, feeling as if his heart was going to pop out of his chest, "Mr. Fu, actually I--"

The phone vibrated, interrupting Jiang Xiao's words. Fu Qingzhou glanced at the display and picked it up, raised his hand to signal him to talk later, that wrist looked thin and pale, and the veins on the back of the hand were under the dim light It looked very bleak.

Jiang Xiao stopped under the street lamp, walked to the nearby grass with interest, lit a cigarette, and looked at Fu Qingzhou's slightly empty calf.

A small cold prosthetic joint was exposed at the junction of the trousers and the leather shoes, which made Jiang Xiao's heart ache.

Fu Qingzhou's phone call was very long. He pinched his brows frequently with his hands, and his pretty eyebrows were tightly frowned. It was obvious that the conversation between the two parties was not pleasant.

After a while, he turned off the phone, half of his face was covered in shadow, and he was silent for a long time, then turned his head to look at him, his voice was full of exhaustion, "Xiaojiang, what did you want to say just now?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Xiao stood up, patted the cigarette ash on his pants, and pushed him to continue walking, "Boss Fu, you can't finish your work, you still need to pay more attention to rest."

Fu Qingzhou probably heard too many people say this to him, and even answered with just the right amount of alienation and politeness, "I will."

I didn't take it to heart at all.

Jiang Xiao sighed silently in his heart, then helped him into the car.

Fu Qingzhou fell asleep not long after getting into the car, with the thin blanket that had been placed on his lap covered, Jiang Xiao glanced at him in the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but smile.

very good already.Jiang Xiao comforted himself.

I can see the person I like every day, and spend a period of time alone with him in the car, even if I don't talk, I feel happy.

But my heart is still dissatisfied, and I want more and more.

I want Fu Qingzhou not to be so tired at work, I want Fu Qingzhou to be healthy, I want Fu Qingzhou to smile at him, I want Fu Qingzhou...I also like him.

wishful thinking.

Jiang Xiao silently spurned himself in his heart.

He is not worthy of Fu Qingzhou. No matter how you look at it, the only thing he has in common with Fu Qingzhou is that he once attended a class in a high school—unfortunately, the day before Fu Qingzhou transferred, he had Dropped out.

Whenever Li Bowen asked Li Bowen to drink and mention this matter, he would regret it all over again.

Jiang Xiao held the steering wheel and looked at the road in front of the headlights. He has always driven very steadily, and every time he pays Qingzhou, he can take a nap in the car with peace of mind.

When Fu Qingzhou woke up, he must speak out.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to turn a corner, something hit the windshield suddenly, and the bottom of the car was bumped, and Jiang Xiao slammed on the brakes.

The private car that rolled down the steep slope hit the ground heavily.

"Jiang Xiao...Jiang Xiao..."

Jiang Xiao vaguely heard someone calling his name.

The smell of gasoline, burnt and blood rushed into his nostrils, and he couldn't find any strength in his body. For a moment, Jiang Xiao thought he was dead.

Someone is slapping him in the face.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, his vision blurred by the blood, a cold hand covered the side of his neck, and his usually calm voice was trembling, "Jiang Xiao! Wake up! Don't fall asleep!"

The smell of rust rose from his throat, and the pain in his internal organs seemed to be gradually disappearing. He smiled at Fu Qingzhou who was standing under him, "Boss Fu...I'm fine."

Under the flickering light, Fu Qingzhou's expression was ugly.

Jiang Xiao felt as if two pieces of iron had fallen from his eyelids, and the corners of Fu Qingzhou's eyes were stained with blood. He gently wiped it off with his thumb, and said weakly, "Mr. Staying up all night..."

"Jiang Xiao, hold on, someone will come to rescue us soon." Fu Qingzhou pressed his hand on his neck even harder, but blood still gushed out.

Jiang Xiao reached out to help him wipe off the blood on his forehead, nodded, his consciousness became more and more blurred, "Mr. Fu, I actually..."

Fu Qingzhou's back of his hand burst out with blue veins due to excessive force. He looked at Jiang Xiao whose face was covered in blood, "What?"

Jiang Xiao was still leaning on him to protect his posture, Fu Qingzhou heard his voice getting shorter and shorter, and hurriedly called his name: "Jiang Xiao! Don't sleep!"

Jiang Xiao snapped back to his senses again, looked at him seriously, moved his mouth, but it was full of blood.

With a bit of anxiety and uneasiness on his face, he looked at Fu Qingzhou with regret and reluctance, and then gently and restrainedly kissed Fu Qingzhou's forehead through the dripping blood.

Under Fu Qingzhou's astonished gaze, the person holding him and kissing him gradually stopped breathing.

"Jiang Xiao! Don't sleep! Jiang Xiao?!"

"Jiang Xiao?"

The author says:

The cuties have been waiting for a long time-this time is a warm and happy daily life!