Look good

Qiao Xing said no, but his body was very honest.

The clock pointed to nine o'clock, guessing that Wen Changrong had arrived at the company, he immediately turned on the laptop in the room.

Like a thief, he clicked on the real-time monitoring, and what appeared in front of him was the familiar desk top and the man's hand on the edge of the table. Then he clearly heard Wen Changrong sighed——by visual inspection, it was because of the pile of A file as fast as half a person.

However, it was the first time Qiao Xing saw Wen Changrong sighing with a headache because of work, and found it quite novel and a little funny.

It turns out that workaholics are also tired?

Thinking of this, Qiao Xing focused even more on looking at every inch of the scene on the other side of the camera, and listening to a sound that was so subtle that it was just breathing.

After a sigh that seemed to be hallucinatory, Wen Changrong resignedly opened the drawer and took out a pen, picked up a pile of documents half a person's height, and began to read.

The rustling sound of paper flipping, the rustling sound of brushstrokes falling on the paper.

The following scenes seemed to be played repeatedly. If it wasn't for the fact that the camera could capture different content from time to time, Qiao Xing would have thought that Wen Changrong had cut a repeated album to trick himself.

However, even if it was such a boring 'repeated play', Qiao Xing still watched it with gusto.

He noticed that he had a sense of excitement and pleasure from peeping into Wen Changrong's private life.

This feeling sounds abnormal at first, but in detail, what Qiao Xing is obsessed with is just such a strange feeling of intimacy that is very close to Wen Changrong.

It's as if he and Wen Changrong really merged into one, he can feel what Wen Changrong felt, he can see the other side of a man that he never showed in front of him, it seems that he can see all the things he used to be unknown and not seen by him. something in control.

It felt subtle, a little novel, and more—the unparalleled sense of security that such morbid transparency gave him.

Qiao Xing thought.

Wen Changrong is really... When he is angry with him, he can piss him off to death. After he has figured it out, the way of compensation is so thorough that people can't even complain.

The morning passed quickly.

Over there, Wen Changrong put down the signature pen and made a slight 'click' sound, and Qiao Xing's eyelids, which were slightly drooping because of sleepiness, lifted up at the sound.

He glanced at the time, it was 12:00 noon, it was time for a lunch break.

Wen Changrong over there dialed the internal number and told the secretary: "Anny, get me a boxed lunch, as always."

"Ok."

The phone was hung up, and the man stood up and stretched his slightly stiff body, then got up and walked outside.

Wen Changrong's office is on the top floor. This floor is either a high-level conference hall or offices for various directors and a few high-level executives. These offices are either empty or people left early, so the corridor looks very empty, and men walk on the carpet. There seemed to be a slight sound of footsteps on the ground.

Qiao Xing's eyes followed the man's camera aimlessly, and saw Wen Changrong push open a white wooden door with the words [Men's Restroom] written on it.

Uh.

Look no further.

Qiao Xing subconsciously turned his eyes away, but his arm accidentally touched the touchpad of the notebook when his body was turning, and the mouse on the screen slid to the position where the word 'call' was written, and then it clicked.

——There was a clearer rustling sound from the man's end, and Qiao Xing heard the meaningless syllables he made out of nervousness in the earphones.

"Uh……"

"..." Wen Changrong's movement of pulling the trouser chain stopped for a moment, and the chain almost missed the fragile male part.

"Choose this time to talk," Wen Changrong pressed the bluetooth headset hanging on his ear, with a slight displeasure in his voice, which was very clear in the empty bathroom, "What's wrong with you?"

"..." Qiao Xing didn't dare to speak out for a while.

Guessing from the suppressed anger in the man's tone, Qiao Xing guessed that Wen Changrong was angry because his phone almost caught an egg.

If he said that he slipped his hand and accidentally touched it...

"I just woke up." Qiao Xing said boldly, "I didn't pay attention to what you were doing."

"Oh." Wen Changrong said, "I see that you got up and had breakfast with me this morning, and you were still staring at me, thinking that you would stay in front of the computer and watch me all morning when the time came. "

"..." Wen Changrong's guess was absolutely right, but Qiao Xing would not admit it.

"Your real-time monitoring equipment is too advanced, you can still make calls..." Qiao Xing changed the subject.

"It's just an Internet phone call. Just make a button and put it next to the video. It's not advanced." After Wen Changrong answered, he added: "Go to the bathroom."

"okay."

After releasing his hands, Wen Changrong suddenly said, "Do you think I'm getting older?"

"?" Qiao Xing didn't react for a while.

"Oh yes, you can't see." While talking, the man pushed open the door of the cubicle and walked to the sink, and said in a nonchalant but complaining way: "I even forgot when was the last time we made love .”

Qiao Xing: "..."

"You always think about things when you go to the toilet." Qiao Xing said, "You are not afraid of being heard if you say this in the bathroom."

"Don't be afraid, there are very few other toilets on the top floor..." Before he finished speaking, the door of another compartment opened.

The employee who went upstairs to borrow the toilet froze in place for a while, not knowing whether to close the door again to pretend it was not there or what to do. Anyway, he deeply felt that he should not be in the toilet, but should be at the bottom of the toilet.

"Boss." In the end, the employee bit the bullet and walked out.

"En." Wen Changrong nodded calmly.

"Haha." Qiao Xing almost laughed out loud when he heard this, "Isn't anyone here yet?"

The employee bit the bullet and rinsed his hands, and then ran out of the bathroom as if flying, while Wen Changrong raised his eyebrows over there.

"Anyway, they are all men, so it's nothing to hear."

"Aren't you afraid that people will say that your head is full of yellow, and that you have sperm on your head when you go to the toilet?"

Wen Changrong was confident: "I am his boss, he dare not say it."

"...Hah." Qiao Xing smacked his lips, "The official authority is quite strong."

Wen Changrong snorted lightly, noncommittal.

The man quickly walked back to the office, but within a short while, the secretary had already prepared the lunch box and put it on the table, with a small dish of soup beside it.

"The food is so simple?" Qiao Xing looked at the dishes that were similar to the set lunch, "Aren't you in good health? Don't you want to eat in a restaurant?"

"Far away, I don't want to run." Wen Changrong asked him, "Have you had lunch yet?"

"No..." As soon as Qiao Xing finished speaking, there was a knock on the bedroom door, and it was Wu Bo who came to bring him lunch.

Steamed clear fish piled up in a beautiful hill shape, fresh wild vegetables and red peppers are placed on the plate, crisp and delicious bamboo shoots are placed next to the plate, a bowl of full-grained rice, and chicken soup made from black bones.

"Hey..." Qiao Xing looked at the dishes on his side, and then at the dishes on Wen Changrong's side stacked in the small lunch box, he said with a smile: "Hey, Mr. Wen, I have an illusion now that I am the The owner of this house, you are working for me."

Hearing that Qiao Xing's lunch had arrived, the man started to eat with his chopsticks again.

Wen Changrong: "Then, will Boss Qiao raise his salary?"

"Hmm..." Qiao Xing picked up a piece of fish, "Okay, Boss Qiao is in a good mood today, tell me, how much do you want to increase?"

"Nine dollars."

"?" Qiao Xing wondered, "Why nine dollars?"

"Just to buy a red book."

Qiao Xing: "..." The marriage certificate is exactly nine yuan.

"Is it dirty?" Qiao Xing didn't say anything, but Wen Changrong spoke again, "The book of love stories you talked about last time, my assistant gave me a copy the day before yesterday."

"Oh……"

"I flipped through it roughly, and it was so sour that my teeth were about to fall out."

"You still tell me you feel sour?"

"Later I searched on the Internet. Although everyone said that these love words were very vulgar and sour, they would ask their idols to remember them. There are also many people who have a partner who blush when they hear their other half say this, and they look ugly. Looks happy."

"..."

What Wen Changrong said was well-founded, like a well-organized employee reporting to his superiors.

"I got it, I got it," Boss Qiao groaned, "Boss Qiao knows you're working hard, don't keep showing off."

Wen Changrong didn't speak, but raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

The man finished the remaining two mouthfuls of rice, and said to Qiao Xing, "That's all for now, I'm done eating, let's go first..."

"?? It's only been 5 minutes!" Qiao Xing looked at his plate with only two pieces of fish in it, "Did you 'drink' all the food?!"

Wen Changrong raised his eyebrows: "...Well, eating in 5 minutes is an essential skill for wage earners."

"We have a meeting in the afternoon, so we don't have much time." Wen Changrong explained, "It's about to start in half an hour, so I have to check the preparations first."

"Alright, let's go."

……

The call ended temporarily, and Qiao Xing ate his lunch slowly while watching Wen Changrong over there get busy like a spinning top.

After checking the documents and preliminary preparations for the meeting, the man hurriedly took down the documents that had not been corrected before and continued to read them. After reading the two documents, it was time for the meeting.

The top floor, which had been quiet all the time, suddenly became noisy. Qiao Xing saw many figures passing by, and heard Wen Changrong greeting the visitors, saying some nouns, code words, and nonsense that Qiao Xing could not understand or was tired of listening.

Qiao Xing yawned and watched the men walk into the conference room surrounded by crowds, and then the screen went blank—probably the meeting started and the signal was blocked.

……

Qiao Xing moved the computer to the bed in the afternoon, and then fell asleep in a daze after watching it.

When he woke up again, the man sat in his old position again.

The clock has pointed to 05:30. According to the doctor's previous explanation, the man should finish work at four o'clock during this period.

He got up and called Wen Changrong, "Why aren't you off work?"

"Still working." Wen Changrong said, "Look at the surveillance."

"I know." Qiao Xing yawned again, "I'm watching... the doctor said that you can't work more than six hours, which is more than that, why don't you come back?"

"Just returned to work, there are many things to deal with." Wen Changrong also knew his physical condition, so he said, "I'll be back in 10 minutes."

"Oh..." Qiao Xing looked at the moving pen of the man on the other side of the camera, and asked, "Sir, how long do you plan to wear this surveillance camera?"

The man's pen tip paused, "Isn't this about you?"

"is it?"

"Your emotional state today is much better than before, which shows that this method is still useful." Wen Changrong wrote again, "We will pick it when you say it's okay."

……

On the first day, Qiao Xing read it intently all morning. On the second day, Qiao Xing turned on the monitoring software on the left, and on the right was the new sheet music sent to him by the boys. On the third day, Qiao Xing habitually turned on the monitoring and glanced at it from time to time. , focusing on the new piece of studio cooperation, the fourth day and the fifth day...

"I have a dinner party tonight, so I won't be coming back for dinner."

Two weeks later, Qiao Xing was stunned when he received the call. During this time, he watched Wen Changrong mechanically looking at documents in the office every day, and almost forgot such important things in the business field.

A party at night, of course, cannot do without feasting and feasting, and ambiguous company is indispensable.

"Oh." Qiao Xing was not very happy, he asked: "Then you are still wearing a camera?"

"Of course." Wen Changrong said, "I just said that I won't go back for dinner, don't wait for me."

"Ah."

"I'm going to go to a sensual place today. There are a few old people in the industry, and maybe some performances will be indispensable..."

"I know." Qiao Xing has also been out of the society for so many years, and he is naturally clear about the 'process' of these entertainments. He said, "Anyway, you just take care of yourself."

……

Qiao Xing agreed simply, and when the time came, he sharpened the knife first, and then stared at the screen intently.

After the dinner party, the group of people really went to the sensual place, the ambiguous lights, beautiful women and men, all the serious things were discussed at the dinner party. very necessary relationship.

Young men and women poured into the box like commodities, sat next to each of them and poured wine, saying that it was to accompany the wine, but in fact, those who should hug their waists had already been hugged, and those who should be touched had already been touched.

Qiao Xing saw the middle-aged man who went to the company with his wife to visit his subordinates in a loving manner the day before yesterday through the narrow monitoring screen, and now hugged another young woman, and saw another entrepreneur who was said to be true love for his wife. On the hostess...

Although he was mentally prepared, Qiao Xing still felt that... Well, it's not a good feeling to see the character collapse.

Over there, Wen Changrong refused the young boy who came up to accompany him to drink, and only left a waiter to pour the drink.

The man's injury was just right, and he didn't drink much alcohol. Most of the time he was drinking tea, and the group chatted about what they had and what they didn't. Soon someone noticed Wen Changrong's abnormality this time.

"Brother Wen, is the injury still not fully healed?" The middle-aged man sitting not far away put his arms around the woman beside him and looked at Wen Changrong with a smile.

Asking whether Wen Changrong's injury is still not fully healed, it is naturally not out of concern, but because of doubts about Wen Changrong's refusal of 'masculine sex' to approach him.

After all, everyone present had one around, but Wen Changrong didn't, so it seemed too out of place.

"It's okay, almost."

"Then why..." The man didn't say the words behind, he just exchanged a glance with the person beside him, and said jokingly, "After walking through the gate of hell, you suddenly see through the world and become a monk?"

"Not really," Wen Changrong shook his head, "I just don't want to play anymore."

The young man who was drinking with the elders suddenly said, "Oh, I heard that Brother Wen did it for Joe..."

Before he could speak, the young man was bumped by his elders and stopped talking immediately.

"It's good to take a break." The elder was busy trying to smooth things over, "Brother Wen is doing well."

"I said..." another old man with gray temples said, and looked at Wen Changrong teasingly, "I see that brother Wen has been very stable for the past two months after he came back, so he won't be so 'honest' from now on, right?"

"..." Qiao Xing noticed the other people in the box looking at Wen Changrong with subtle eyes, and the derogatory meaning of the word 'honest' in the old man's words.

"Yeah." Wen Changrong said, "My husband is not satisfied with what I did before, so I won't play in the future."

The people present were all good people, and they got any secret information immediately, let alone Wen Changrong's divorce.

Everyone knew Wen Changrong's real state well, but they didn't say anything, but the moment they heard Wen Changrong's answer, everyone's eyes inevitably became more subtle, but the old man who teased Wen Changrong's "honesty" just now didn't change his expression at all, but Cheerfully raised his glass to him.

"Okay, it's good to be back at home."

The two glasses collided, each took half a sip of wine, and the topic changed again.

I don't know if it was Qiao Xing's delusion, but he found that the other people who had been acting very explicit just now restrained their movements a little, as if they were worried about Wen Changrong.

After chatting for a while, there were two or three performances in the room, and Wen Changrong said goodbye.

"Guys, I'm still feeling unwell. The doctor told me to go to bed early, so I'm going back first."

Wen Changrong naturally had his own reasons for saying goodbye so early. Firstly, the dinner party at night was nothing serious, and secondly, most of the people present came here for "fun".

He can't let go of everyone, it's better to leave everyone.

……

After some hypocritical "stay and play", Wen Changrong walked out of the nightclub surrounded by crowds.

The man walked to the car and took out his mobile phone.

Qiao Xing's cell phone rang.

"I'm done here, I'll be right back."

"Well..." Qiao Xing replied, "I know, I'm watching."

"Well," Wen Changrong got into the car, the driver started the car and drove away from the spot, and the man chatted with Qiao Xing casually: "Is Boss Qiao still satisfied with the inspection?"

"It's okay." Qiao Xing paused and said, "But I'm a little curious, are they...have these people you come into contact with always been like this?"

"?" Wen Changrong reacted for a while before realizing what Qiao Xing was talking about: "You come out to play even if you have a wife?"

"Ah."

"Most of them are like this." Wen Changrong said, "In fact, there are only a few who don't come out to play, because there are many commercial marriages in the circle, and... men and women are just a pastime."

Wen Changrong thought about his words: "It's just...it's not that important."

"so."

"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"I heard the tone of that old man asking you..." Qiao Xing said, "I don't feel very good."

"The concept is different," Wen Changrong said. "How should I put it, they are the group of people who feel that 'a man has only one partner in his life' is a shameful thing, so they think that 'keeping one partner' is incredible."

Wen Changrong: "Don't worry about him, it doesn't matter, it has nothing to do with us."

"Yeah." Qiao Xing understood this, he paused, and asked: "Since so many people think it's normal to have fun, if you refuse to 'collaborate' with them so directly today, will they not call you for this kind of gathering in the future? ? Feeling disappointed or something..."

"Yes, but it should be rejected two or three times before I will be completely dismissed."

"Would it affect your business if we don't invite you? After all, contacts and first-hand information are very important..."

"There is a certain impact, but the impact is not large. After all, there are many places where business is discussed seriously." Wen Changrong said, "You don't have to worry about this."

"is it?"

"When you are not strong enough, it is the praise and criticism that others define your behavior, so occasionally you need to conform to the general environment to climb up." Wen Changrong said, "But if you are strong enough, you don't need others to define it. I think what I do is Just do what’s right, if I don’t go along with them, they will go along with me.”

"Um……"

"Aren't you coming to pick me up? Qiao Xing." Wen Changrong's voice was low.

"Ok?"

"I drank alcohol and smelled of alcohol, and no one dared to approach me for a while."

"..." Qiao Xing silently recalled the hand that the man raised the wine glass just once.

Maybe he remembered wrongly?

Thinking of this, Qiao Xing could only say: "Then I'll go downstairs now."

"it is good."

Wen Changrong arrived soon, the car door opened, the man's eyes were clear, his clothes were neat, and the smell of alcohol on his body was almost non-existent.

"Sir," Qiao Xing said teasingly while hugging the man's arm, "You drink so much tea, you're so drunk."

"Well," Wen Changrong followed him out of the car without changing his expression, and then wrapped his arms around his waist.

A warm kiss quickly fell behind Qiao Xing's ear: "Tea is not intoxicating, you are intoxicating."

"..."

Qiao Xing: "Mr. Wen, this sentence is a bit too old-fashioned."