stop, don't move

"Brother, I'm in Junyi now, how is my sister-in-law?"

He Yiyang and Cheng Yi held a wedding in City B last year, and soon became pregnant with a baby. Recently, the due date was approaching, and the father-to-be, Cheng Yi, directly went through the hospitalization procedures for his wife and child, leaving behind a lot of work to accompany him.

"She often has a stomachache these days, and every time it scares me into a panic, it turns out to be a false alarm."

Qiao Le couldn't help laughing when he heard Cai Cheng Yi's helpless voice, and comforted him softly, "Don't be too nervous, or you will make my sister-in-law even more afraid."

"I know, how is your side, have you seen him?"

"Well, he has changed a lot."

Mentioning someone, the smile on Qiao Le's face paused for a few seconds, then quickly recovered.

"Have you thought about it?"

"Of course, I waited for three years and it won't change, although it's tiring to pretend to be a coquettish bitch."

"No matter what decision you make, brother, sister-in-law, and your nephew who is about to have an accident will support you. Don't always feel that you are alone. We are your most solid backing."

"Understood, brother, you are really long-winded."

Qiao Le still felt a little embarrassed about Cheng Yi's concern. Before the two recognized each other, Cheng Yi treated him like a stranger who could talk a few words, and it should be in reality.

When Qiao Le woke up, he saw Cheng Yi surrounded him and kept calling "brother". Qiao Le didn't even care about his own face. For the first time, he could use the word "scared" to describe his mood.

Cheng Yi looked at Qiao Le's face covered with gauze, and his ignorant eyes made him feel even more regretful and blamed himself for crying in front of Qiao Le.

This is the younger brother he has been looking for for more than ten years, his favorite Xiaoyu, he is only angry that he can't recognize Qiao Le earlier, and that he can't suffer on his behalf.

After understanding the situation, Qiao Le was in ecstasy. He had never had any hope of finding his family from a long time ago, but now the sudden appearance of his brother Cheng Yi was a joy from heaven for him.

Sure enough, things are fair, and he won't be so miserable forever.

During the period of hospitalization, Cheng Yi and He Yiyang were with him all the time. He was flattered and warmed by their meticulous care.

It's just that Cheng Yi is a full-fledged brother-in-law, treating Qiao Le like a child, but He Yiyang also supports him like this, Qiao Le sometimes sighs that a brother who has a brother-in-law can't afford to be hurt.

"Stop talking bro, he's here."

Qiao Le looked at the man who was getting closer and closer to him, and hung up the phone. He raised his eyebrows and showed a shallow smile.

From a distance, Wen Shiyan's eyes fell on Qiao Le.

Qiao Le's eyes are too demonic.

These eyes are like carved works of art. He discarded the original gentleness of his master and replaced it with publicity and confidence.

Wen Shiyan felt that there was nothing wrong with this. His Lele had grown up and was more attractive, but he regretted that he was the one who forced him to grow up.

"Why don't you go to the welcome party?"

"I don't like lively occasions."

Qiao Le stroked his hair, then stood up straight with arms crossed.

"What a coincidence, I don't like this atmosphere either, Assistant Cheng, why don't you go to the opposite side for a cup of coffee with me?"

Wen Shiyan lowered his head and stopped at an absolutely safe distance, but it seemed that he would touch the tip of Qiao Le's nose intimately in the next second. Qiao Le looked up and saw the smile in the other party's eyes.

Qiao Le took a step back unhurriedly, lowered his arms, and agreed to Wen Shiyan's invitation.

"Okay, then thank you, Mr. Wen first."

The two walked side by side, Wen Shiyan wanted to slow down, but found that Qiao Le was also keeping the same speed with him, and he couldn't even take a good look at Qiao Le.

He feels like a pervert with a strong desire for voyeurism. He wants to carefully engrave Qiao Le's current appearance in his mind, compare every change in him, and even more hope that Qiao Le can return to him immediately.

Wen Shiyan noticed that Qiao Le's hair had grown a lot. The previously short and neat hair had now spread to the back of his head. It seemed that he wanted to spread over his shoulders and create a little more enchantment for his master.

Qiao Le is also watching Wen Shiyan's changes, it seems to have changed a lot, and it seems that it is still three years ago, but he deliberately speaks with a little frivolity, but Qiao Le doesn't think Wen Shiyan treats everyone like this.

Qiao Le couldn't help but feel annoyed, this kind of subconscious justification for him is too idiotic.

Just when Qiao Le was in a trance, his waist was suddenly held, and when he came back to his senses, he had already fallen into Wen Shiyan's arms.

"Manager Cheng, be careful, don't get lost in walking."

Wen Shiyan held his slender waist, and although he kindly reminded him, his big hands pinched him a few times before letting him go.

"Thank you, Mr. Wen."

Qiao Le glared at Wen Shiyan, and walked into the coffee shop quickly, but Wen Shiyan interpreted this and his eyes as "coquettish", accepted the glance in a good mood, and slowly followed behind Qiao Le.

Qiao Le didn't like coffee in the past. He would dislike the smell of Wen Shiyan's coffee and would ask him to drink less. The coffee at home was even confiscated and replaced with tea leaves.

"Two lattes, no sugar."

Wen Shiyan looked at Qiao Le, and ordered coffee on his own initiative.

"I heard that Manager Cheng graduated from a prestigious foreign school?"

"My resume is very clear. If there are more questions, I suggest Mr. Wen to go through the resume."

Qiao Le casually took out his cell phone and started texting and chatting with his brother.

"I want to hear it from your own mouth."

Qiao Le raised his eyes and met Wen Shiyan's serious gaze again. Did this man treat everyone like this, or did he treat him like this on purpose?

He will always have a half-knowledge about this man, or he is not confident enough, and he still doesn't want to think about other vague answers.

The waiter brought the coffee, and the strong aroma entered the nostrils of the two of them. Qiao Le held his breath silently, and the surface was still calm.

"This coffee shop is very famous, and the coffee in it is the most authentic. Manager Cheng, try it."

"Mr. Wen just call me Cheng Yu."

Qiao Le bent his lips, still maintaining a smirk, picked up the coffee cup, and took a sip lightly.

After just a sip, the strong bitter taste spread across his lips and teeth. This was not Qiao Le's favorite taste, but he still praised it a few times in vain.

"As long as you like it, we will be colleagues in the future, and we can often come to taste together."

"Mr. Wen was joking, Junyi is such a big industry, you are very busy, you don't need to deal with low-level employees like me."

"But I'm very interested in Manager Cheng."

"Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom."

Wen Shiyan nodded, "Please go ahead."

Qiao Le really couldn't stand the strange smell in his mouth, and the smell of coffee everywhere made him unbearable. He silently scolded Wen Shiyan a dozen times in his heart, and went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth.

Qiao Le didn't stop until the bitter taste in his mouth disappeared, turned around and looked at someone standing at the door, with a more teasing smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that Manager Cheng doesn't like drinking coffee very much. Why don't you tell me?"

Qiao Le didn't speak, watching Wen Shiyan getting closer and closer to him.

Wen Shiyan held Qiao Le's wrist and pushed Qiao Le against the wall.

"Don't you have anything to say to me, Cheng Yu, or Qiao Le?"