Look good

Qiao Xing replied with a snort.

The response was ambiguous, as was the expression on Qiao Xing's face. When he hummed, he didn't even turn his head, his eyes just stared at the tablet in his hand, as if he didn't hear what Wen Changrong said at all, and just responded casually.

——But Qiao Xing, the more he seems indifferent, the more he cares and has something on his mind.

Seeing him like this, Wen Changrong frowned, and opened his mouth to say something, but the man swallowed the words again in the next second, and only picked up the phone again.

"Then I'll ask my assistant to cancel the ticket. Let's stay in country C for a while." Wen Changrong said, "When you want to leave..."

"Don't." Qiao Xing interrupted Wen Changrong again.

Qiao Xing finally put down the tablet in his hand, turned his head and glanced at Wen Changrong: "I have to go back to see Qiao Yun, he is waiting for me."

"..." Wen Changrong looked at him speechlessly, and there seemed to be a few big characters written on his face: What do you want?

"Go back, go back." Qiao Xing muttered a little irritably, "Anyway, it's the same if you go back early or late."

"..."

Wen Changrong didn't speak, but within a few seconds, Qiao Xing was suddenly shrouded in shadow, and then his chin was pinched with warm fingers. Wen Changrong's fingertips had the familiar bitter smell of tobacco, and Qiao Xing was forced to look away. open tablet.

The man raised his chin slightly, lowered his head and looked at him somewhat condescendingly.

"Don't tell me?"

"..."

"Has anyone ever told you that you are difficult to serve?"

"..."

Hey fuck.

Qiao Xing laughed angrily.

He unceremoniously 'slapped' the man's 'overlord's hand' away, raised his beautiful chin and looked at the man angrily.

Qiao Xing was obviously sitting, but his angry appearance was more imposing than Wen Changrong's.

"Don't look at my own virtues, but still criticize me." Qiao Xing glanced at Wen Changrong, "The most difficult person in the world, if you dare to recognize the second, no one dares to recognize the first..."

Wen Changrong didn't speak, but the man's eyes habitually fell on the tips of his ears which were slightly hidden behind his temple hair.

——I really want to twist it.

Forget it.

Wen Changrong remained silent and turned to go to the bed, Qiao Xing turned his head and looked out the window, his chest heaving with anger.

Within a few seconds, the man took out a bottle of exquisitely packaged wine from under the bedside table.

Wen Changrong walked back and handed the whiskey to Qiao Xing.

"Why?!" Qiao Xing was annoyed.

"Take a sip, and I'll treat what you say later as if you were drunk. Believe it or not."

"..."

Even if the whiskey has a relatively high alcohol content, you won't get drunk after just one sip.

What Wen Changrong said was just to give Qiao Xing an excuse to tell the truth, a way to step down without feeling ashamed for telling the truth.

After all, some things are hypocritical when you are sober, but it is only right to say something when you are drunk. After all, you are drunk-anything is possible.

Qiao Xing hesitated for less than two seconds, and immediately took the whiskey, uncapped the bottle, and poured it down.

Wen Changrong frowned suddenly: "You drink less..."

"When you fully recover, will you be the same as before?" Qiao Xing asked.

After taking three sips of wine, Qiao Xing looked at Wen Changrong with clear eyes, but his breath smelled strongly of alcohol, as if he was really drunk.

"?" Wen Changrong frowned even more because of doubt, and then quickly replied, "Of course not."

Wen Changrong looked at him: "Are you worried about this? So you don't want to go back?"

"Yeah." Qiao Xing lifted the bottle and took two gulps.

"Joe..."

"I think returning to China is very similar to when you and I ran from County A to City A," Qiao Xing said, "There is nothing in County A, and you can only lie in bed in Country C. Both places are yours. Fundamentally, you can’t do anything, but it’s different when you return to City A. City A has your career, your achievements, and many of your little fans. When the time comes, you’ll be in good health...you want I can't control what to do, it's the same as before."

"No, Joe..."

"There is no prodigal son in the world who turns his head back." Qiao Xing's face was flushed abnormally, and his eyes blinked mistyly. "I also think that it is very difficult for a prodigal son to turn his head back."

……

on the plane.

Wen Changrong sat by the window, Qiao Xing leaned on the man's shoulder, closed his eyes tightly, opened his mouth slightly, and snored in a deep sleep.

Qiao Xing drank most of the whiskey last night, and then naturally became drunk without accident. Qiao Xing didn't drink well, and he didn't wake up much until the next day. He was dragged on the plane by Wen Changrong in a half-dream and half-awake state the whole time.

Although Qiao Xing expressed his desire not to return to his country last night, he still said that his younger brother was in country A, so he had to go back if he didn't want to.

What's more, if you can escape for a while, can you escape for a lifetime?

"If you dare to mess around when you return to China, I'll chop you up and feed you to the dogs." That's what Qiao Xing said last night before going to sleep.

And at this moment, the fierce and harsh Qiao Xing was already sleeping on his shoulder, and he didn't know if he had some sweet dreams, and occasionally he would smack his lips like a child.

Looking at Qiao Xing who was sleeping heartlessly on his shoulder, Wen Changrong didn't know whether he should breathe a sigh of relief or say that Qiao Xing's evasive mentality was really top-notch.

The worry that Qiao Xing said last night was justified, and Wen Changrong could understand it too.

Trust issues are hard to fix no matter where they are placed.

This is the eighth year they have been together. During these eight years, Wen Changrong has kept the red flag at home for at least seven years and six months, and the colorful flags outside the house are fluttering.

A habit that has lasted for seven years, and a transformation that started only a few months ago, no matter how you look at it, the habit of seven years is more convincing.

It is not something that can be accomplished overnight to completely erase the haze of the past, and it is not just talking about it, or it can be accomplished by doing some small things.

It takes too much to completely fix or change a bug.

……

After the plane landed, Wen Changrong underwent a second brain examination, and the doctor gave the final diagnosis. Wen Changrong had to recuperate for at least another two months before he could start working, and it had to be a short-term one.

After Wen Changrong's inspection here, he took advantage of the time when he returned to Wen's house to think about how to solve the trust problem Qiao Xing mentioned earlier.

After thinking about all kinds of plans, the car arrived at Wen's house before he could come up with a 'safety plan'.

Qiao Xing went back to Wen's house first because of a hangover, and now he woke up and went to see how Qiao Yun was doing.

Although Wen Changrong didn't go to see Qiao Yun in person, he probably heard something about it. Although Qiao Yun still muttered that he wanted to see Wen Changze, under the guidance of the female doctor, his mental state has improved a lot, and his recovery is not bad.

I don't know if it's because he saw his younger brother recovering well, but Qiao Xing, who was walking towards Wen Changrong, also looked very energetic, and he didn't see the hangover exhaustion and the bewilderment he felt when he was worried last night.

Wen Changrong was standing by the car, Qiao Xing quickly rushed out from the door, smiling amiably.

"Sir, are you back?"

"En." Wen Changrong's eyes fell on the corners of Qiao Xing's raised lips.

——This man, who was terribly sad last night, made him worry all night and all day, and now he seems to be fine.

The man simply responded without saying much, and only stretched out his hand to brush the messy hair on his forehead.

"Let's go, go in first..."

"Sir," Qiao Xing couldn't wait to enter the room, and immediately hugged Wen Changrong's arm, "Didn't I tell you about my worries yesterday..."

"Well, what's the matter?" Wen Changrong responded, recalling the compensation plans ABCD that he thought of before.

"Then you want to prove it to me?"

"?" Qiao Xing asked this question a little strangely, but Wen Changrong still nodded, "Of course."

"I saw a good thing today..." While speaking, Qiao Xing held the phone and lowered his voice to lead Wen Changrong into the room, as if about to whisper.

The servants in the living room disappeared in a split second, and Mrs. Wen, who was ignored, also sighed and went upstairs silently.

Only then did Wen Changrong take the phone that Qiao Xing mysteriously handed over.

——Black strips of leather form a triangle, and below the triangle is a small iron cage.

The shape resembles underwear, the subtle position of the iron cage... What kind of vulgar thing is this? !

Although he wasn't sure what it was, Wen Changrong frowned immediately, and turned around to look at Qiao Xing with a reproachful look of 'where did you learn these bad things'.

It's like catching parents who don't learn from their children.

"Cough cough cough cough..." Qiao Xing turned his head a little guilty under the man's scolding gaze.

As soon as he turned his head away, Wen Changrong slid his hand to the edge of the picture, and the picture shrank back, revealing the content of the circle of friends that the original picture belonged to.

Ji Mingqi: The new men's chastity belt is big enough, not tight, and the dog likes it very much, isn't it beautiful? [Image] [image]

Wen Changrong: "..."

Qiao Xing: "..."

Wen Changrong: "So he still has this hobby?"

Qiao Xing rubbed his nose: "I just found out that it's been two days..."

"..." Wen Changrong was speechless.

The man only clicked Ji Mingqi's name with a cold face, and when he was about to click 'delete', Qiao Xing hurriedly snatched the phone.

"What are you doing! You have to delete other people's friends every now and then!"

"If you don't learn well." Wen Changrong frowned so much that he could kill a fly, "Whatever you send out."

"Why? I'm not underage, what's the matter?!" Qiao Xingqiang straightened his back, "It's you..."

Qiao Xing's tone was tough for less than two seconds, and he immediately realized what he was going to do, and immediately softened his voice.

"Sir, this size is very big, you can wear it." Qiao Xing tried to be coquettish, "How about..."

……

Undoubtedly, the idea of ​​using chastity belts for men was severely rejected by Wen Changrong.

To a certain extent, this thing belongs to the category of "deviant", Qiao Xing also expected that Wen Changrong would reject it.

Although he wasn't surprised, he couldn't help being a little disappointed and genuinely uneasy.

Qiao Xing's Weibo post of "Autumn and Romance" last time has been forwarded more than 7 times and commented on more than 8 times. The matter between the two of them has also sparked a wave of discussion on the Internet. A lot of related soft articles.

It's a pity that the soft articles and comments on related events are not good.

【Everyone who forgives his partner for cheating thinks that he will be the last harbor of the prodigal son, but he does not know that the prodigal son will never turn back】

[Bet fifty cents, Wen Qiao will be separated within two months, a scumbag will always be a scumbag]

Upset.

Bored, boring, boring!

A bunch of stinky bitches, what do you care about when others fall in love!Just know how to make a few guesses!

While scolding, Qiao Xing couldn't deny that many comments on the Internet accurately expressed his worries.

If you fall in love with a wild horse, you may have grasslands above your head.

Qiao Xing thought so.

Two months passed quickly, and Wen Changrong was about to resume work.

The night before returning to work, Qiao Xing was so anxious that he didn't even eat two bites of dinner.

As night fell, the two of them entered the bedroom after washing up. Qiao Xing absently walked to the bed and sat down to go to sleep, but Wen Changrong stood in front of him, a small shadow covering his body covered him.

"What are you doing..." Wen Changrong stood in front of him for a long time before leaving, Qiao Xing raised his head inexplicably and slowly.

He raised his head, and saw Wen Changrong holding a small box in his hand, as if he was talking to him.

"This, I will wear it on my body tomorrow." Wen Changrong shook the box in his hand.

"what is this?"

"Real-time pinhole camera, didn't I tell you just now?" Wen Changrong asked, "Didn't you hear?"

Qiao Xing was taken aback, "No...why are you wearing this?"

"Aren't you worried about me?" Wen Changrong said, "The male penis you said last time is unreliable. I searched it online, and it can be easily removed."

"..."

"That's what I thought of." Wen Changrong shook the pinhole camera in his hand, "I will wear it on my body from tomorrow, and you can check what I was doing at that time through the laptop at home."

"No..." Qiao Xing froze for a moment.

He didn't expect Wen Changrong to do this.

"There's no need to go to this point." Qiao Xing said, "Aren't you going to have a meeting? Company secrets... and... isn't this a violation of privacy? I'm like a pervert..."

"Don't worry, the office area where the company's secrets are discussed is blocked. You can't receive the picture, and the video transmission is also specially encrypted, so it won't be leaked," Wen Changrong explained, "As for privacy..."

The man looked up at him, his deep gray eyes reflected his dazed face.

"I don't think it matters. I have nothing to hide from you."

"..." It is undeniable that Qiao Xing was moved, "But I still think this is too..."

"Okay," Wen Changrong looked at him with a look of worry and excitement, and sighed softly, "It was I who made the mistake, and it is of course my duty to make you feel at ease now. Whether you want to accept it is up to you. Whether to give sincerity is my business."

"I'll wear the camera from tomorrow on, it's up to you to see it or not." The man reached out and patted the top of his head after a long absence, "Be at ease, Qiao Xing."