stop, don't move

Mr. Wen returned to City C after being slapped across the face. Qiao Le didn't use much effort for that slap, but Mr. Wen seemed as if his head had been lowered, sitting on the plane and smiling while covering his face.

While waiting at the airport, Wen Shiyan took two photos of his face with his mobile phone and posted them on Moments.

There was an obvious abnormal blush on his cheeks, but it still couldn't cover up Wen Shiyan's handsomeness. After seeing the photo, Qiao Le was very disgusted and pressed save.

Qiao Le returned to the hotel three days later, and brought a large bag of wedding candy to his colleagues. Everyone smiled and said congratulations, but their faces were a little stiff.

He is very familiar with this kind of gaze, which is a deliberate alienation, even a little bit of avoidance.

Qiao Le couldn't help but find it funny. It seems that in the past few days when he was on leave, something related to him happened that he didn't know about.

He didn't care, he went to Yao Ke with the candy, and asked him straight to the point what happened.

"They just like to spread rumors, Manager Cheng, don't worry about it..." Yao Ke stuttered rarely, and his whole face was flushed.

"Hey, why do you look like this." Qiao Le looked amused, and poked him, "This is my business, you have nothing to say."

"Cheng Yu, don't touch me!" Yao Ke suddenly became furious, and slapped Qiao Le's hand away.

"Yo, are you angry?" Qiao Le smoothed her hair, dragged a chair and sat in front of Yao Ke, as if to force a confession.

"Whether you are angry or not, I am your boss, and you have to answer if I ask you."

"Depend on!"

Yao Ke was very dissatisfied, but he still answered the questions obediently. His good-looking boss was too close, and he was nervous and scared.

"They...they all said that you had plastic surgery, that you seduced Mr. Wen, ruined his marriage, that you were a vixen, and that you wanted to be in power."

"It sounds pretty good."

Qiao Le couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I... I don't think so! I believe you are a good person."

Yao Ke hurriedly clarified that he had been listening to these gossips since yesterday, and the more he listened to them, the worse he became. What the gossip-talking women and gossip-men in the hotel said was even worse.

"What they said is not completely wrong." Qiao Le stood up and dragged the chair back. "I did have plastic surgery, and my double eyelids were cut off. As for seducing Mr. Wen...that's what Mr. Wen is after me. The vixen should also be Wen Shiyan."

Yao Ke looked at the person in front of him in astonishment, he was so shocked by his words that he couldn't speak, he stayed for a long time before he recovered his soul.

"Then, do you want to clarify with them?"

"Why do you want to clarify?" Qiao Le was puzzled. "They talk so much about it. When they hear the rumors, they may have a judgment in their hearts. Even if they spread the rumors, I'm still me?"

"right."

Yao Ke nodded, seeing the man laughing at Yan Yan, speaking so freely, his face suddenly changed, Yao Ke was so frightened that he hurriedly lowered his head to do something.

This kind of thing can't break Qiao Le's mood. There are so many terrible things in the school and Tongzilou, but none of them can break him down. These rumors are not painful to him.

When the phone rang, Qiao Le looked at the caller, couldn't help but chuckled, raised his hand and pressed the answer button, without shy away from Yao Ke.

"Good morning, Mr. Wen."

"Baby, come to my office."

Qiao Le sneered, "Aren't you full of desires so early in the morning? Don't you know that the two of us are now rumored to be adulterers?"

"An adulterer and an adulterer? We are a match made in heaven." Wen Shiyan couldn't help but chuckled, as if he didn't notice Qiao Le's ridicule, "I'll explain clearly in the afternoon."

"Mr. Wen doesn't need to be so anxious. It always reminds me of a proverb, the emperor is not in a hurry for eunuchs."

"Do you not know if I am a eunuch?"

"..."

Listening to the busy tone of being hung up, Wen Shiyan smiled more happily, playing with the gadget in his hand.

"Manager Cheng, do you really have that kind of relationship with Boss Wen?"

Yao Ke held back for a long time, but still couldn't help asking.

"Which?"

"Love, lover relationship, he, he takes care of you, you can still do it... I'm sorry for my abruptness, you don't need to answer."

"I slept with him for a year."

Qiao Le seemed to be thinking of what happened three years ago, irony and sweetness intertwined, turning into a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"But that was three years ago, and now it's just a relationship with the ex."

"Oh……"

Yao Ke was completely dumbfounded, he felt a piece of his heart was split, the male god was tarnished...

Wherever Qiao Le walked, the original chat atmosphere would change. He smiled at these people as if nothing had happened, maintained his basic etiquette, and embarrassed those who looked at him with strange eyes.

He went to the president's office. Seeing that he was very excited, the secretary hurriedly called Mr. Wen. As soon as Qiao Le reached the door, he stretched out a hand and dragged him in.

"Isn't it impossible to say it? You really are a duplicity of the little goblin."

"Well……"

When Qiao Le raised his head, his lips were blocked, but when he raised his hand to push Wen Shiyan, his wrists were held. The difference in strength between the two was too great, and the struggle was fruitless, so Qiao Le simply responded.

The two tongues were intertwined, and there were bursts of blushing and heartbeating clicks in the office.

Wen Shiyan pulled out the hem of Qiao Le's shirt, reached into the shirt and kneaded his waist.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Qiao Le bit Wen Shiyan's lip hard, stepped on his leather shoes, and pushed him away after seeing Wen Shiyan let go of the pain.

"Mr. Wen not only learned to speak rustic love words, but also became more rascal. I'm afraid the past few years have been a lot of good luck."

Qiao Le was out of breath, leaning against the door and wiping her lips with her arm.

"Be gentle next time, it hurts. I am your husband, don't murder your own husband."

Wen Shiyan gasped and licked the blood from the corner of his lips.

The two stood facing each other, quietly looking at each other's embarrassment, Qiao Le couldn't help it, and grinned, Wen Shiyan also smiled, blood stained his lower lip, making him even more coquettish.

Wen Shiyan stretched out his arms, Qiao Le paused, and walked over to lean in his arms.

"I am divorced."

"Ah."

"I think you're going crazy."

"Ah."

"I love you."

"Ah."

"with me."

"...I haven't calmed down yet, let's talk about it after I calm down."

Qiao Le pushed Wen Shiyan away, walked to the desk, took out a bank card and put it on the desk.

"Here is 300 million. It was owed to you three years ago, and it has been paid off now."

"Lele, I don't need this, it was originally given to you by me."

"The maintenance fee for me?"

Qiao Le interrupted Wen Shiyan, his smile faded a little.

"Doesn't everything we have come from these 300 million? You are trying to draw a line between us, I don't want to."

Wen Shiyan was also very stubborn and pushed the bank card back.

"I'll give it away, but I won't take it. This is my brother's money. Mr. Wen must accept it."

Qiao Le picked up the card, approached Wen Shiyan and stuffed it into his suit pocket.

"dowry?"

Wen Shiyan gave each of them a step down and accepted the 300 million.

"Is Wen always crazy? I am young and enjoy being single. I don't mean to enter the grave of marriage."

Qiao Le whistled provocatively at Wen Shiyan, turned and left the office.

The 300 million is his knot. Now that he has paid it back, he will feel that he and Wen Shiyan are equal. They stand on the equal scale of love and slowly walk towards each other.