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Qiao Xing's mind was full of swear words.

And blushing.

The strength of his hands is overbearing and cannot be refused, as is the temperature on his lips. His fingers are tightly pressed against his pulse, and he skillfully separates the gap between his lips with the tip of his tongue. Their noses are intertwined, but their breaths are intertwined .

This kiss was lightly tasted, but when it stopped, both of them gasped a little.

Wen Changrong, the sick patient, was the first to lean back on the pillow unbearably, covering his dishonest little brother with the corner of the quilt, while Qiao Xing's eyes fell on the man's moist lips. He panted for a while, turning red The tip of the tongue brushed the corners of the lips, as if there was something more to say.

"Pick up your clothes." Qiao Xing said.

"?" Wen Changrong didn't know why, so the man looked at Qiao Xing, and lifted up the hem of the hospital gown a little.

Qiao Xing immediately stretched out his hand and touched it randomly, and said with emotion: "Ah! Abdominal muscles!"

"..." Wen Changrong responded silently, and said regretfully, "I thought you were going to bite me."

Qiao Xing raised his eyebrows, looking at the quilt on the man's lower body: "It's a beautiful idea."

"..." Wen Changrong's expression was sullen, full of dissatisfaction with the answer.

"Take good care of your illness, don't think about things all day long, or I won't be able to bear the responsibility if my brain is congested." Qiao Xing groaned.

"Hmm." Of course Qiao Xing's words made sense. Although the man was still very sorry, he didn't say anything after he answered. He grabbed Qiao Xing's other hand and gently squeezed the fingers.

Wen Changrong has lived in the courtyard for a long time, and the contours of the abdominal muscles are no longer as obvious and firm as before. Qiao Xing's fingers touched the slightly soft abdomen of the man like playing the piano.

He looked at Wen Changrong with a bit of joking: "Mr. Wen, did your assistant copy a book of love stories for you, and asked you to proficiently read and recite the full text?"

"..." Hearing this, Wen Changrong paused, then looked at Qiao Xing dumbfounded, and shook his head seriously, "No."

"Then why are you so talkative all of a sudden?"

"Can you talk?" Wen Changrong looked at Qiao Xing's flushed cheeks, and thought for a while: "That dry mouth just now?"

"Yeah." The heat on Qiao Xing's cheeks that had finally come down rose a little, his eyes wandered uncomfortably for a while, and then he suppressed the heat and glanced at Wen Changrong, "You never said that before. "

"Hmm..." Wen Changrong responded, his eyes fell on Qiao Xing's plump and rosy lips, his expression seemed a little regretful and emotional.

The man said: "Because I wanted to kiss, I pulled them over to kiss, so I don't need to use those nonsense as excuses or foreshadowing."

"?" Qiao Xing paused with his fingers touching his abdominal muscles, "You call that nonsense?"

"Yeah." Wen Changrong looked at him confidently, "Whether you say it or not, I want to kiss you. Since existence has little meaning, isn't that just nonsense?"

Qiao Xing: "..."

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The pornographic relationship between the two stopped at talking. Early the next morning, Qiao Xing called Qiao Yun to explain the situation, and Wen Changrong arranged another psychiatrist for Qiao Yun as he said before.

However, the job of persuading Qiao Yun was not going well. Qiao Xing said that Wen Changze was really busy and couldn't come to see him. Qiao Yun was so angry that he couldn't speak for a long time, and after a while, he burst into tears .

Qiao Xing almost didn't feel sorry for her here, she was so desperate to go back to comfort her brother on the spot.

Of course, he couldn't go back, Qiao Xing was so anxious that he walked around the room, even picked up his mobile phone to call Wen Changze again, and asked Wen Changze if he could be more accommodating or think about it.

"Don't worry," Wen Changrong pressed his anxious hand, "Qiao Yun is still a child at heart, and his emotions may also come and go quickly. Wait for the new psychiatrist to counsel for a while and see."

In this way, Qiao Xing could only wait for a while.

The new psychiatrist, Qiao Xing, has seen it in the video. Although his temperament and appearance are not as good as Wen Changze, he looks very gentle and approachable. Qiao Xing is looking forward to the new psychiatrist to calm down his brother, but it is not expected. A week later, Qiao Yun did not accept the new doctor at all.

Not only did he not accept it, Qiao Yun also lost his temper every time he saw a new doctor.

The situation at Qiao Yun's place is not good, and Qiao Xing's mind is also disturbed here. He pays close attention to Qiao Yun's situation every day, but only hears from the new doctor that the patient's repulsive psychology is very strong, which is not easy to deal with.

Qiao Xing was anxious and helpless, so he couldn't help but reprimanded Qiao Yun on the phone, telling him to be more sensible, but it turned out that Qiao Yun cried again, and wiped his tears while crying, saying that he knew, I won't trouble my brother.

Qiao Xing felt so guilty that he was about to overflow.

In the next few days, the nurse said that Qiao Yun stopped making trouble and was willing to listen to the new doctor, but she was always depressed and ate very little.

Not two days later, the new doctor called Wen Changrong to resign, saying that the patient's rejection reaction was too great, and forced counseling would only get worse.

In this way, Qiao Xing couldn't bear it anymore.

"I want to call Wen Changze and try to let him take a look." Qiao Xing anxiously took out his phone and looked at Wen Changrong again. "Or what can you do? Wen Chang is your brother. How much should you do?" Understand him a little bit, is there anything you can do..."

"..." Wen Changrong didn't say anything, he just looked at Qiao Xing but hesitated to speak.

Judging by Wen Changrong's appearance, it was obvious that he didn't approve of his calling, or felt that it was useless for him to call.

"Just say what you have to say." Qiao Xing was in a hurry, "Didn't you tell me last time you had something to say? Isn't it time yet?"

Wen Changrong showed hesitation, as if he was wondering whether to say it or not, Qiao Xing couldn't wait any longer, and opened the phone's address book to make a call.

"Qiao Xing." At this moment, Wen Changrong spoke.

The man looked at him hesitantly: "Before I say that, I have to confirm one thing. What are your feelings for Wen Changze now? Or... Is he important to you?"

This answer is a bit strange, Qiao Xing frowned, and replied: "Important? Don't count, feelings are... feelings like friends."

"it is good."

Wen Changrong saw that he didn't look like he was lying, so he said cautiously: "I don't know if Wen Changze has ever told you... He also met you in the hospital, or he knew you in the past."

Hearing this, Qiao Xing paused, took a few seconds to think about it, and then nodded.

"He said that he had seen me in the hospital and knew me a long time ago, that's why he was very close to me when we met at Wen's house for the first time."

"Yeah." Wen Changrong nodded, and asked him again, "Do you still remember what was the first bouquet he gave you?"

"Purple Hyacinth."

Qiao Xing still remembered that he looked up the flower language of purple hyacinth - apology, jealousy, melancholy love.

Among them, the most common implication is an apology.

"Well." Wen Changrong looked at Qiao Xing, as if he couldn't bear it, the man chose a more euphemistic expression: "...The day Wen Changrong lost his legs in a car accident was also the day you and your family got into a car accident. "

Qiao Xing was startled, as if he had guessed something.

"I told you, my mother is from County A, so Wen Changze's mother is also, and Wen Changze often went to County A in the early years."

"..." The car accident at Qiao Xing's family back then happened on the way to and from County A.

"I heard from Wen Changrong that it rained heavily that day, so the ground was slippery, and because he was in a hurry, he urged the driver to drive faster, and then..." At this point, Wen Changrong paused, and the man stared at Qiao He was afraid that Qiao Xing would not be able to accept every move he made, so that if something happened, he could take other actions.

"..."

Hearing this, Qiao Xing probably already guessed what was behind.

He clenched his fists and took a deep breath: "Then it crashed? My family's car?"

"……Um."

At this moment, all the things that were unclear or ignored for various reasons came back one by one.

Wen Chang said that he had seen him——Qiao Xing was in the hospital in the early years. Besides Qiao's relatives and medical staff, the only thing he had seen was a big brother with thick plaster casts on his legs.

That elder brother was obviously also a patient. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched him blushing for no reason, then patted his head and said something.

That meeting was too short, and there were many people in the hospital who were curious about Qiao Xing, a poor child whose parents had both died, so that Qiao Xing didn't have a deep impression of him.

Wen Chang was inexplicably close to him when they met for the first time, and Wen Chang gave him flowers-he just couldn't tell what he owed, so he sent him a bouquet of flowers representing apology, and gave him a silent apology.

His tolerance and tenderness don't ask for anything in return, as if he was born like this, as if he was born to be good to him-in fact, it's just guilt and compensation.

Just like how he hurt Wen Changrong back then, he later tried to make up for and compensate Qiao Xing who was also hurt by him in his own way.

No wonder he looked at him and said 'I've done too many wrong things in my life', no wonder he prayed devoutly in front of the censer day after day.

"I only found out about this later." Wen Changrong said, "I don't know if you still remember, we had a quarrel before and talked about the car accident that year, and you said that Wen Chang told you that he took care of you in the hospital. It's him."

"……Um."

"But at that time, I had already obtained the evidence that I was taking care of you in the hospital, so I thought Wen Chang was going to do something, and Wen Chang had a purpose, but after thinking about it, out of caution, I asked him again, and finally I know it was a misunderstanding."

"..."

"After that, it's what you heard." Wen Changrong said, "I don't know the details when Wen Changze got into a car accident, because I was still treating bipolar disorder at that time, and I can say that I didn't have any core rights for the Wen family. I have come into contact with it, and Wen Chang said that he is also from the Wen family. The Wen family's car hit and killed someone is somewhat of a scandal. I guess my father was afraid that our brothers would fight against each other, so he kept it from me."

"..."

Qiao Xing listened silently, his mind was in a mess.

He clenched his fists and stood there for a long time. He couldn't digest the news for a while, and he didn't really want to believe the news, but after carefully thinking about all the signs, he felt that it was all reasonable.

The owner of that car is the second generation, the purple hyacinth he gave him, his tolerance for his inhuman...

"...I don't know who to blame now." Qiao Xing said, "Wen Changze's driver was driving, but Wen Changze..."

"Forget it." Qiao Xing grabbed two handfuls of his hair irritably, shook his head, and looked up at Wen Changrong, "Think about it now, what about my brother?"

"Well," Wen Changrong looked at him and replied: "In short, Wen Chang will definitely not take care of your brother now, because if Qiao Yun is too dependent on someone who has something to do with the death of his parents in the past, in the future, in case Knowing the truth...that would be cruel."

Wen Changrong: "At the beginning, he had no choice but to treat you because you pinned all your emotions on him. To make up for it, he had to heal you and rescue you from your emotions. Qiao Yun didn't have to do that."

"What about now?" Qiao Xing was irritable.

"It will get better after a while," Wen Changrong said. "If this doctor is not good, we will change to another doctor. Your brother's mind is still at a young age, and children forget things quickly."

"...Okay." Now there is no other way, Qiao Xing can only accept it helplessly.

He sighed for a long time, and sat down against the corner with a sleepy expression, but saw that the phone in his hand displayed the call interface, and 5 minutes had passed.

The words 'Wen Changze' were written on the call interface, and Qiao Xing was taken aback for a moment.

He accidentally dialed the phone just now.

In other words, Wen Chang listened to their conversation completely.

"Qiao Xing." Probably the side listening to the phone quieted down, while Wen Chang spoke on the other side.

Wen Chang's voice was as gentle as ever, but this time with a hint of melancholy: "I'm sorry."

……

Things have happened, no matter how difficult it is, we still have to find a way to solve it.

So no matter how unhappy Qiao Yun was, Qiao Xing still had to bite the bullet and try to coax and solve the problem.

Later, Wen Changrong found another female doctor for Qiao Yun—it is said that she found it at the suggestion of Wen Changze.

Seeing the female doctor at the first glance, Qiao Xing was stunned for a moment. The female doctor is not beautiful, but she is very gentle. The important thing is that her eyebrows and eyes look like Qiao Xing and Qiao Yun's mother.

Not to mention that Qiao Yun would feel close when he saw it, even Qiao Xing had an inexplicable affection at first sight.

Wen Chang said that this is the use of the empathy psychology that may appear in psychology, and Qiao Xing doesn't understand it very well. He only knows that this will help Qiao Yun open his heart.

The arrival of the female doctor really eased Qiao Yun's mood, but Qiao Yun was really hard to coax. It was not enough to have a female doctor to accompany her, and she urged Qiao Xing to come back early all day long.

Of course, Qiao Xing could only nod, and repeatedly promised that Wen Changrong would come back immediately after he was discharged from the hospital.

"Stop traveling?" Wen Changrong asked.

"No way," Qiao Xing actually wanted to take a good look around Country C, but, alas, thinking of Qiao Yun's tears, he no longer wanted to.

"It's the same if I have the opportunity to come back later, when Qiao Yun's condition improves." Qiao Xing said.

"Alright." Wen Changrong nodded and emphasized, "Let's come together."

"..." Qiao Xing glanced at the man when he heard the words, but did not refute.

After staying in country C for more than two months, Wen Changrong was allowed to leave the hospital and return home.

Qiao Xing was still happy when he was packing his luggage back home, and he even ran downstairs to take several photos, but when Wen Changrong called to confirm the flight itinerary, Qiao Xing was a little hesitant, and Wen Changrong occasionally asked some questions He also likes to ignore information.

——like not wanting to go back.

"What's wrong?" Wen Changrong really didn't understand Qiao Xing's little emotions at the moment, the man asked suspiciously, "Don't want to go back?"