After marrying the richest husband

After Sang Qiao pasted the big-character poster that Fu Xingzhou was not allowed to enter at the door of the practice room, he was finally able to train two or three more hours a day successfully.

If it takes longer, Yuan Bo will patiently try to persuade him at the door.

"Master Sang, your body hasn't healed yet, training for too long is not good for your body."

"Mr. Sang, the kitchen cooked brown sugar taro balls today, would you like to come out and eat some now?"

"Mr. Sang, the young master will be very worried about your hard training."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao dared to swear that he had never been so actively hoping to recover as soon as possible and then go to the program group!

at last.

After struggling at home for two weeks and successfully gaining three catties, the results of Sangqiao's comprehensive physical examination were unanimously highly affirmed by the general practitioner's comprehensive consultation, and he regained his freedom.

Although I haven’t achieved my dream of eating whatever I want to eat and play whatever I want, at least I don’t have to do this and I can’t eat that and I have to drink a series of stews such as old hens, old pigeons, old crucian carp and so on every day. Taste strange soup.

And what makes Sangqiao the happiest is——

Fu Xingzhou was relieved and agreed to Sang Qiao's sincere request to return to the show.

Probably because I have to get up early tomorrow to go to the training building of the program group.

Fu Xingzhou didn't bully Sangqiao again before he went to bed, but he held him in his arms and explained some precautions when he went back, and finally kissed Sangqiao on the forehead: "Baby Qiao, please be happy, who told you not to be happy?" Call me when you are happy, you know?"

"Ah."

Sang Qiao nodded obediently.

The difference in height between the two was just enough for Sang Qiao to nest next to Fu Xingzhou, and to tuck his arms and legs into his arms to keep warm.

Sang Qiao kept this posture and murmured in Fu Xingzhou's arms for a while, then raised his head: "Are you a little worried about me?"

Fu Xingzhou reached out and brushed Sang Qiao's broken hair that fell to his forehead to his ear: "I don't worry that you are too far away from me."

Sang Qiao squeezed closer to Fu Xingzhou again, curling his lips with a smile: "It's okay, I'll be back next weekend."

Fu Xingzhou's voice was deep: "Well, I know."

Sang Qiao pursed his lips and said nothing.

The lights in the bedroom have been dimmed, and the blackout curtains do not let in the moonlight from the window.

I do not know how long it has been.

Sang Qiao suddenly asked in a low voice: "Fu Xingzhou, are you asleep?"

Fu Xingzhou hugged him tightly, and said softly: "No. What's the matter, can't you sleep?"

Sang Qiao shook his head.

Then he took out a hand and groped under the quilt to catch Fu Xingzhou's fingers bit by bit.

Sang Qiao's finger bones were slender and thin.

But Fu Xingzhou's is powerful and slender.

Sang Qiao seemed to hesitate for a moment, and gently pulled Fu Xingzhou's hand: "I will miss you when I return to the program group. You should also eat well."

The almost dim indoor environment covered all of Sang Qiao's expressions.

But in the quiet night, every word appeared more clearly.

Clear and soft.

Fu Xingzhou was slightly taken aback for a while, and then he smiled softly.

He bowed his head and kissed Sangqiao's hair: "Okay, listen to Qiaoqiao."

As usual, all the trainees who record the program will gather for breakfast at 07:30 every Monday morning.

The matter of Fu Xingzhou and Sang Qiao was not announced to the public, and no one knew about it except the senior staff of the program group.

That is to say, Sang Qiao must meet at the restaurant on time at 07:30 on Monday morning.

In this regard.

Fu Xingzhou can be said to be very helpless.

He left for a business trip abroad at eleven o'clock this morning, and originally wanted to stay with Sang Qiao for a while.

Unexpectedly, Sang Qiao got up earlier than him. After washing up, he rushed downstairs full of energy, and offered to bring Fu Xingzhou a cup of coffee.

Fu Xingzhou who followed Sang Qiao downstairs: "..."

Fu Xingzhou sighed, pulled Sangqiao who was wearing a khaki coat over and hugged her for a while, then said softly, "Go and change into a down jacket, it's too cold outside."

Sang Qiao resolutely refused: "No, today is my first day back to work. Wearing a down jacket looks like a big bear, don't wear it."

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Fu Xingzhou straightened his face, and went upstairs to choose from Sangqiao's closet, and finally picked up a half-length lamb's wool.

He turned around and was about to go downstairs when he saw Sangqiao lying on the edge of the door.

Fu Xingzhou walked towards Sangqiao, lowered his head patiently, and unbuttoned Sangqiao's coat one by one, and then put the lamb wool coat on him: "Wear this, don't make it thinner."

Sang Qiao pouted, stretched out his foot that was originally in the slippers and stepped on Fu Xingzhou: "Uncle Fu, you are so strict!"

Fu Xingzhou laughed angrily, and looked down at Sangqiao: "Call me again?"

Sang Qiao didn't call, and hurriedly zipped up the lamb's wool by himself, and turned up the collar of his clothes to protect his neck, and asked with bright eyes: "Wait for the driver to take me to the program group?" ?”

Fu Xingzhou is still a business suit with an inner suit and a cashmere coat, which looks much colder than Sangqiao's warm velvet lamb wool.

Fu Xingzhou led Sang Qiao back to the dining table and handed the milk to Sang Qiao: "I'll see you off, and then I'll go to the airport."

Sang Qiao sucked milk with a straw, and opened his mouth when he heard this: "Ah..."

Fu Xingzhou unscrewed the cover of Sangqiao's favorite strawberry jam and pushed it over, and said lightly, "You don't want me to give it?"

"No no!"

Sang Qiao shook his head like a rattle, and said super sincerely, "It's not that it's not good if others see you sending me off..."

Fu Xingzhou took a sip of coffee: "What's wrong?"

Sang Qiao looked at Fu Xingzhou eagerly, holding his fork in his mouth and saying nothing.

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Fu Xingzhou still took a step back: "The driver is driving, I will sit in the back seat with you, I will not get out of the car."

Satisfied now, Sang Qiao nodded cheerfully, and did not forget to add to Fu Xingzhou: "Then let's drive a low-key car, preferably one that is not a luxury car at first glance."

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Looking at President Fu's entire garage, there are really only a handful of cars that can be found that are not luxury cars.

Fu Xingzhou asked Sang Qiao to choose by himself.

Sang Qiao searched the underground parking lot of nearly 30 parking spaces in the villa, and finally chose a black Land Rover that looked simple and elegant, and was slightly close to the normal economic level.

Fu Xingzhou naturally had no objection.

It happened to be the time when Fu Xingzhou's full-time driver came over.

The driver glanced at the car that had just come out of the garage: "Oh, Mr. Fu, isn't this your antique first-generation Land Rover? This car must cost tens of thousands. Why did you suddenly drive it out today?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao subconsciously glanced at the antique car he had just selected, his face numb.

On the other hand, Fu Xingzhou was as natural as ever, reaching out to help Sangqiao open the car door, and said casually: "I haven't seen the light for a long time, go out for a walk, don't worry."

Since the driver passed Raven's screening and was hired as Fu Xingzhou's full-time driver, he basically drove all the good cars.

But the antique car is a novelty after all. When I first got it, I was still a little novel and curious. I looked at it up and down: "Mr. Fu, don't tell me, this Land Rover is really well done. No wonder so many car collectors want to buy it. Buy this car with you!"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Perhaps because of the maintenance in place, the interior seats of the Land Rover are as clean as new, and the skin texture is not broken.

Sang Qiao sat tremblingly on the back seat.

Feeling the sound of the car's engine starting, and watching the antique car drive into the community, he couldn't help but reach out and poke the people around him: "Fu Xingzhou, do you think anyone will recognize this car when it's out..."

Fu Xingzhou reached out and held Sang Qiao's wrist: "Of course."

Sang Qiao: "!!!"

Fu Xingzhou raised the fender that was added later in the car, and smiled at Sang Qiao: "Qiao Bao, the license plate of this car is my special license plate number, which can be recognized by almost the entire North City."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao wanted to bite Fu Xingzhou.

Under the strong protest of Sangqiao, the antique car finally stopped about one kilometer away from the program building.

Sang Qiao kissed Fu Xingzhou obediently, and then quickly got out of the car.

Standing on the side of the road and waving at the car, he stopped a taxi, got in the car and ran away.

After waiting for the taxi carrying Sangqiao to pass out of sight, Fu Xingzhou said to the driver, "Let's go."

***

It was [-]:[-] when Sang Qiao arrived at the program group, just in time for the breakfast gathering.

Xu Qiran had probably finished communicating with the program team about Sang Qiao's physical condition and the upcoming training content, and was walking out of the building.

The two met head-on.

Xu Qiran looked around, lowered his voice and asked, "Did Chairman Fu send you here?"

Sang Qiao also lowered his voice: "No, I came here by myself!"

Xu Qiran frowned, but didn't say anything else: "Just start to resume training slowly, don't be too impatient, and pay attention to your body."

Sang Qiao nodded immediately: "Yeah, I know!"

Xu Qiran seemed to hesitate for a moment: "There is also the matter of you and Fu Xingzhou. It was not convenient for me to ask you before. What is your plan?"

Sang Qiao looked up: "What are your plans?"

Xu Qiran said: "You, or Fu Xingzhou, do you want to make it public?"

Sang Qiao froze for a moment.

To be honest, he hasn't considered the open issue yet.

He is not born to understand the way of communication between people, and he is not good at communicating with others.

Lack of empathy and little concern for other people's feelings.

Sang Qiao thought about it carefully, and tried to analyze this problem from a more reliable angle: "Fu Xingzhou and I don't need to be popular...do we want to have an exaggerated public relationship like other artists?"

Xu Qiran was not surprised by Sang Qiao's answer at all.

Ever since Sangqiao entered the industry, Xu Qiran had never seen Sangqiao gossip about anyone, nor was he interested in any news.

He seemed to be enjoying himself in his own world, and whitewashed his world to be extremely peaceful, looking lively and friendly.

But he can't get out by himself, and others can't get in.

It's just that now, there seems to be only one Fu Xingzhou in this world.

Xu Qiran shook his head slightly, and asked Sang Qiao: "If you don't want to make it public, have you asked Fu Xingzhou what he means?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao opened his mouth, then closed it sullenly.

Xu Qiran sighed, as if he wanted to pat Sang Qiao, raised his hand halfway and let it go: "Sang Qiao, for the traffic of freshmen, the impact of public love on fans is unimaginable, let alone you even It's not just about love."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Xu Qiran paused: "But, maybe for Fu Xingzhou. It's very unfair to him that you made a decision directly like this."

***

There are other matters in the company, Xu Qiran didn't say any more, just gave Sang Qiao a few words and left.

Sang Qiao took the elevator to the cafeteria alone, peeked inside, and found that most of the familiar faces in the past had disappeared, and the cafeteria, which could have been full, also seemed much empty.

Perhaps it was because Sang Qiao fainted suddenly during the recording of the program. The absence of two episodes of the program due to illness not only did not reduce his support and voting rate, but made Sang Qiao more and more outstanding in the voting results of each episode.

After the final results of the online voting in the previous period came out, Sang Qiao's ranking surpassed Jiang Tong and Fang Yuzhou again, and ranked first.

Due to fewer people, the cafeteria was quieter than before.

The aunt who was cooking was still the same one from before, and when she saw Sang Qiao, she took the initiative to bring him an extra spoonful of porridge: "Young man, how about old godmother?"

Sang Qiao immediately accepted: "Yes, please! More!"

So the aunt brought a small plate for Sangqiao, and put two more flower rolls: "If there is not enough food, tell Auntie."

Sang Qiao nodded, and a plate on the left and a plate on the right were served on the table.

Looking around, he couldn't find his old roommate Jiang Kai.

Instead, Fang Yuzhou, who was sitting on the table not far away, called to Sangqiao, "Qiaoqiao, sit here."

Sang Qiao thought for a while, and saw that there were other trainees from Class A at the same table, so he picked up his pace and walked over.

The two episodes of the program were absent, and Sangqiao originally had the impression that some of the trainees in Class A were relegated to other classes, and two others seemed to be eliminated, and no one was seen in the entire cafeteria.

Sang Qiao found an empty seat on the table and sat down, and put the tray in his hand on the table.

Just sat down.

He heard Jiang Tong say: "Could it be that Fu... your family still lacks your breakfast and eats so actively?"

Sang Qiao glanced at Jiang Tong, and watched Lao Ganma eat a big mouthful of rice rolls: "Do you want to fight?"

Jiang Tong: "..."

Jiang Tong had already been warned several times by the old man at home, but he really didn't dare to fight with Sang Qiao, and he didn't dare to mention the matter of Fu Xingzhou and Sang Qiao, so he snorted angrily, dropped the plate and left.

The rest of the people at the table looked at each other silently, and one of them took the initiative to sit across from Sang Qiao: "Sang Qiao, I'm also from Class F, do you know me well?"

Sangqiao has never been good at remembering people.

He blinked twice, showing a silly and sweet smile: "Remember, we were all together in the beginning!"

The man seemed uneasy, and introduced himself again: "My name is Guo Pengfei, I used to live in the dormitory next to you and Jiang Kai. Do you remember?"

Sang Qiao finally had some impressions this time, and nodded: "Yeah."

Guo Pengfei glanced greedily at the old godmother on Sangqiao's plate, and then looked away: "Jiang Kai was just eliminated in the last episode, alas, he didn't wait for you to come back to the show, and he told me to wait for you to come back for a reunion .”

Sang Qiao: "Oh..."

Sang Qiao bit the tip of his chopsticks and hesitated for a few seconds. Although he didn't show that he understood what he and the person in front of him had to get together, he still smiled cooperatively and said, "There will be a chance in the future!"

Guo Pengfei seemed to want to say something more.

Fang Yuzhou, who was sitting a few seats away from Gesangqiao, interrupted him: "Qiaoqiao, there is no one in your previous dormitory, wait until I help you move your things to the big dormitory of Class A."

Sang Qiao hesitated.

Several other class A trainees on the table followed suit: "That's right, Sang Qiao, and now that Class F has been withdrawn, there is no one in the dormitory on that floor. How scary it is for you to live there alone."

Sang Qiao: "...All right."

After all, it is quite strange to live alone in a one-story dormitory.

Now the remaining classes in the program are only ABC three classes, the next elimination will directly eliminate the bottom 19 students, and the last remaining [-] students will enter the finals.

Although the training time is very tight.

But Fang Yuzhou took Sang Qiao to move the dormitory from Class F to Class A as soon as he had breakfast.

Sang Qiao didn't leave many things in the dormitory, and it was relatively easy to move.

The two stood in front of the elevator door, each with a box, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

Fang Yuzhou asked casually: "Qiaoqiao, it seems that you have never heard your family mentioned before?"

Sang Qiao looked down at the time just now, guessing that Fu Xingzhou should have arrived at the airport at this time, he was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

Fang Yuzhou smiled: "It's okay, I'm not referring to you and Fu Xingzhou. Don't worry, I will never tell about your affairs, and Tong Jiang's family will not let him talk about it."

Sang Qiao: "Oh..."

In Sangqiao's heart, Fang Yuzhou is basically an ordinary and enthusiastic teammate, plus the inexplicable CP of the two——

Sang Qiao was afraid that his fart would hurt again, so he shook his head cautiously: "I don't have any other family members."

The elevator opens.

Fang Yuzhou mentioned the box on his side, and helped Sangqiao carry the box up, turned his head and said, "No wonder I haven't heard you say it before, so you are floating in Beicheng alone?"

This sentence sounds quite ordinary.

Sang Qiao thought for a moment: "It doesn't count, I grew up in Beicheng."

Fang Yuzhou seemed to know that he had made a slip of the tongue: "Ah? I'm sorry, did I poke your sore spot..."

"No."

Elevator arrives.

Sang Qiao glanced at Fang Yuzhou in a daze, and carried the box back by himself, as if he really didn't mind at all, "It's okay, it's not my pain that I don't have a father or a mother, you don't have to worry about it."

Fang Yuzhou: "..."

Fang Yuzhou's expression changed, but he still took steps to catch up.

Coincidentally, this week's training is mainly to prepare for the third performance.

However, the result of the last round of voting was still Sangqiao ranked first.

Although he missed the second performance, Sang Qiao can still decide the C position of the first team in the third performance.

Due to time constraints.

The distribution of the teams among the remaining trainees and the final selection of the C position will all be completed on Monday.

Waiting for Sangqiao and Fang Yuzhou to move into the dormitory and run all the way back to the training hall.

Before he had time to rest, Yi Chu and the three mentors walked in through the door.

This is the first time that Sang Qiao and Yi Chu have met since the Weibo hot search reached the top last time.

Yi Chu changed into a very flamboyant suit, and the first thing he did when he walked in was to pick up the microphone and stand on the stage: "Before today's recording starts, I must first declare that Sang Qiao and I are pure The colleague relationship, and the airport pick-up incident was also a coincidence, please viewers, fans and the masses who eat melons must be aware of the purity of the relationship between me and Sang Qiao.”

Sang Qiao: "..."

Everyone: "..."

After speaking.

Yi Chu asked Zhuang Hui next to him: "Mr. Zhuang, as another party involved, do you have anything to add?"

Zhuang Hui raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction of Sang Qiao: "I want to say the same as Yi Chu, Sang Qiao is an excellent trainee, please respect him."

Yi Chu, who crawled out of the quagmire, did not forget to hand the microphone to Sang Qiao: "Student Sang Qiao's hot CP physique is shocking. Sang Qiao, what do you want to say?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao glanced at the microphone in front of him, like an emotionally insensitive killer: "Ah...then thank Mr. Yi Chu and Mr. Zhuang for their gifts, thank CCTV and thank you all the people..."

The microphone was removed from Sang Qiao's mouth.

Sang Qiao was a little bit reluctant: "Hey, don't you let me tell you?"

Yi Chu was very cold: "Yes, you talk too much, let's move on to the next link."

Sang Qiao: "..."

If you don’t talk about it, don’t talk about it, anyway, you can talk about it in the next session.

The remaining trainees in the program group can only form five more groups of eight people in each group.

After the end of the last period, Sang Qiao, who ranked first in the voting, still has the highest priority. First, he can choose the trainees in his team, and second, he can decide whether he wants the C position.

Sang Qiao was not on the show for two episodes, so he could only choose someone based on his previous experience, and gave the C position to a class B trainee who had never stood in C before based on the selected repertoire.

What made Sang Qiao most happy was that he had selected most of the members of Class A, while Jiang Tong was selected by other teams.

Seeing Jiang Tong walk into another team with a face full of reluctance.

Sang Qiao couldn't help but asked Fang Yuzhou who was standing next to him lovingly: "If you want to be in the same group as him, I can change with the captain of their group."

Fang Yuzhou frowned at Sang Qiao: "No, I want to be in a group with you."

Sang Qiao smiled: "Thank you, brother!"

Fang Yuzhou: "..."

For a moment, Fang Yuzhou didn't know whether to say that Sang Qiao was too slow or too sensitive.

He paused for a few seconds, but swallowed the words he was about to speak first.

According to the program management, after the team is selected, continuous group training will begin, and the three instructors will conduct individual training for each team at different times.

Among them, Guan Miner is in charge of the vocal music, Xu Hao is in charge of the rap part, and Zhuang Hui is still in charge of the dance.

Without Jiang Tong's intermittent noise interference, Sang Qiao felt that not only his training progress was much faster, but he could even eat an extra bowl for lunch.

Not standing in the C position greatly reduces the training intensity of Sangqiao, and an appropriate amount of training is also conducive to the slow recovery of the body.

Come down in two or three days.

Sang Qiao finally felt that he was slowly catching up to the previous rhythm, and his dance movements were not as stiff as after he was discharged from the hospital, and he seemed much more flexible.

At the end of the program, the rest time for trainees was greatly reduced again, and they could basically fall asleep after returning to the dormitory from the training classroom.

In addition, Fu Xingzhou has been inspecting abroad these days, and the time difference between the two is almost ten hours. Apart from chatting on WeChat a few times, they hardly talked on the phone.

The program team has a day off every two weeks, and this week just isn't the time for the holiday.

So all the trainees have been intensively practicing until Saturday night.

At nearly nine o'clock, Sangqiao's team finally took an early break.

Sang Qiao returned to the dormitory in a hurry, and asked for his mobile phone from the dormitory administrator.

After calculating the time difference, he was about to call Fu Xingzhou when Fang Yuzhou pushed open the dormitory door and walked in.

The other trainees of Class A haven't come back yet, but it's still inconvenient to have Fang Yuzhou in the dormitory.

Sang Qiao rolled over from the bed holding the phone.

Just as he was about to go out, Fang Yuzhou suddenly heard Fang Yuzhou calling him: "Qiaoqiao, before you call that so-and-so, can I ask you something?"

Since Sang Qiao returned to the program group on Monday, neither the program staff nor Jiang Tong and Fang Yuzhou, the only two who knew about his relationship with Fu Xingzhou, have never mentioned this name in tacit understanding.

Although Fang Yuzhou didn't say it clearly, Sang Qiao was still not very happy: "I know that verbal guarantees are worthless these days, but you don't have to forget what you said so quickly, do you?"

"Ah... sorry."

Fang Yuzhou walked from the door of the dormitory to Sangqiao, smiled, and pointed with two fingers, "I swear my problem has absolutely nothing to do with him, is it okay?"

Sang Qiao rushed to call Fu Xingzhou: "What's the matter?"

Fang Yuzhou looked at Sangqiao, and said, "Your mother's name is Fang Wei, right?"

Sang Qiao was taken aback.

Fang Yuzhou said: "You are the son of your mother Fang Wei and Sang Chongde, the illegitimate child."

Sang Qiao's expression changed: "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Fang Yuzhou smiled lightly: "I asked a friend to check, and the person who was supposed to marry Fu Xingzhou was not you, but Sang Zhongde's legitimate son named Sang Qing, and that was the person Fu Xingzhou wanted to marry Bar."

The mobile phone that Sang Qiao was holding in his hand seemed to be unable to hold it firmly, and it fell heavily to the ground.

The thousand-yuan phone, which had been working hard with its owner for more than three years, made a crisp sound on the ground, and even the screen shattered into several deep marks.

Sang Qiao took a step back, then squatted down suddenly as if remembering something, and grabbed the phone.

He felt as if his heart had been injected with an expired shot, and the inferior medicine made the pace of the heart seem to jump out of the chest.

Sang Qiao subconsciously took several deep breaths, trying to calm his heartbeat, and then said very slowly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"It's okay if you don't know, Qiaoqiao."

Fang Yuzhou walked up to Sangqiao with a gentle voice, "Because these are not what I mainly want to tell you."

Sang Qiao looked at Fang Yuzhou.

Fang Yuzhou said softly: "Qiaoqiao, do you know your mother?"

Sang Qiao didn't speak.

Fang Yuzhou didn't seem to care, and continued: "Before she and Sang Zhongde were together, she had a family and a child. Did she tell you?"

Sang Qiao's complexion gradually turned from pale red after training.

He pursed his lips tightly, stood stiffly for a long while, and forced a smile as if extremely reluctantly: "And then?"

"Then."

Fang Yuzhou also laughed, "Then I want to tell you that I am the child in her first family. The child she abandoned, unwanted, and never looked back at."

Sang Qiao still didn't speak.

He stretched out his hand to support the wall beside him, feeling a little pain in his beating heart, but it wasn't an unbearable pain.

Fang Yuzhou brought the topic back: "After I found out about your existence, I hated you a little bit, and was curious about what happened to her second child after she abandoned her husband and son. Later, I found out that you were living like a Worse than me."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao's face has completely faded away.

He was silent for a moment, and when he opened his mouth to speak, a little bit of blood slowly leaked from the teeth marks on his lips.

Sang Qiao said: "My life is very good, please pay attention."

Fang Yuzhou smiled softly: "Okay, it's okay if Qiaoqiao says yes. Then the next question, Fang Wei is still alive, right? I asked many people to check, but there is no information about her death. Qiaoqiao, you know Where is she, is she?"

Sang Qiao slowly lowered his hand from the wall.

He tried to stand up straight, then licked off the blood on his lips, shook his head: "I don't know."

Sang Qiao put the hand holding the phone into his pocket, and said slowly: "Fang Yuzhou, I don't understand what you said, and I haven't heard of it. You don't need to ask me, and you don't need to know from me. What."

Until Sang Qiao said this sentence.

Only then did Fang Yuzhou's complexion subtly pause.

But Sang Qiao had no intention of continuing to listen to what Fang Yuzhou had to say here.

Sang Qiao turned around, a moment of severe dizziness made him almost unable to stand still.

He stopped in place for a few seconds, and he could even clearly hear the heavy and rapid beating of his heart.

Sang Qiao stepped forward and hurriedly walked towards the door of the dormitory.

Fang Yuzhou behind him stopped him: "Qiaoqiao, you don't trust me, do you want to trust Fu Xingzhou?!"

Sang Qiao didn't stop walking, and stretched out his hand to hold the door of the dormitory.

Just about to pull away.

Then I heard Fang Yuzhou say: "Sangqiao! Fu Xingzhou is an outsider! He was not going to marry you, but Sang Qing was the one who got engaged to him in the first place. You are just a substitute for Sang Qing's regretful marriage!"

The dizzying tearing sensation invaded all of Sangqiao's senses. He pressed his other hand firmly on his heart, trying to take two more breaths of air.

Fang Yuzhou said: "Qiaoqiao, we are family members. Let me take care of you, okay?"

Except for Sang Qiao and Fang Yuzhou, there was no one else in the empty dormitory.

The air slowly condenses, stiff and cold.

I do not know how long it has been.

The man who was almost leaning against the door straightened himself up again with the handle.

He panted violently a few times, as if he finally took a breath.

then.

Sang Qiao turned around and glanced at Fang Yuzhou, his blood-stained lips parted slightly: "I have no family."

Not as a child.

There will be no growing up.

Night has fallen.

In the stairwell of the recording and broadcasting building of the program group, only the sensor light turns on and off with the sound of people.

It's already midnight.

Moonlight fell from the high windows and sprinkled on the inner half of the steps.

Sang Qiao sat very quietly on the edge of the other half of the dark steps, boredly turned the phone in his hand over and over several times, and finally came to the conclusion that it had been scrapped and turned into a game console.

Can't connect to the Internet, can't make calls, can't receive text messages.

But you can play Lianliankan.

Sang Qiao played Lianliankan twice, and then casually removed the cracked glass tempered film of the phone.

With a random swipe on the palm of his hand, a beautiful bloodstain was drawn.

Ugh.

True profit.

Sang Qiao moved his hand from the dark side where he was sitting to the bright side with moonlight.

With the help of the light, one could just see the red blood slowly dripping out from the freshly cut wound.

Sang Qiao leaned against the wall, supporting his whole weight on it, and let out a breath of relief.

Everyone in the Sang family thought that Sang Qiao and Sang Qing had never been in contact.

But in fact, Sang Qiao secretly visited Sang Qing once before.

Carrying a snakeskin bag of waste cardboard boxes and plastic bottles, he hid across the road from the noble school in Sangqing.

He took a look at Sang Qing from a distance.

He is indeed inferior to Sang Qing.

To be able to marry Fu Xingzhou is his great fortune.

Maybe it's all the good luck in this life.

So if there are no substitutes, how can we care about so much.

I am so petty.

Sang Qiao sighed inaudibly, retracted his hand and wiped his dark pants twice.

Wait until the bloodstains are wiped out.

Tilting his head again, he took the tempered film that he had just used and scratched it again.

This one requires more experience than the one just now, so it looks better.

The wound is coherent, along the palm lines, so it is not easy to be found.

The pain gave Sang Qiao enough space to decompress.

He leaned on it halfway, feeling that his heart, which was about to fail with the last effort, gradually recovered its stability, the cramped feeling of suffocation gradually disappeared from his chest, and he was finally able to breathe calmly.

The amount of bleeding on the palm of the hand is much greater than that on the back of the hand.

Sang Qiao was a little worried that the floor in the stairwell would be dirty and would cause trouble for the cleaners tomorrow morning, so he wiped the blood on his trousers every once in a while.

Fortunately, with two hands, you can have enough space to play.

Satisfied, Sang Qiao used the tempered glass film that had been split into several pieces, and then put away the discarded tempered film one by one.

Just as he was about to get up, wash his hands and go back to the dormitory to sleep, he suddenly heard footsteps in the corridor behind him.

Before Sang Qiao could react.

The voice-activated lights in the corridor suddenly lit up with the voice of the people.

Sang Qiao was taken aback for a moment.

The person standing at the top of the stairs had already spoken first: "Sang Qiao?"

Sang Qiao subconsciously turned around.

look up.

It's Zhuang Hui.

Probably due to the sudden incident, the wet blood in Sang Qiao's hands was still dripping down his fingertips.

click.

It landed on the marble floor inside the stairs.

Bright red blood.

white marble.

Zhuang Hui's face suddenly changed: "Sang Qiao, what are you doing?!"