Look good

Although the means are vulgar, they are more useful.

When Qiao Xing was called to get up at five o'clock the next morning to prune flowers and leaves, he felt that his life span was over.

He tried to stay on the bed and not get up, but the bodyguard who was ordered to wake him up dutifully opened the door wide open, and soon, all the servants and workers living in the small building also got up.

Washed up in a hurry, and went downstairs with a clatter.

——With this movement, it is difficult not to wake up.

Qiao Xing pulled the quilt and covered her ears tightly.

He lay down on the bed with drooping eyelids, and thought carefully for two seconds whether he was going to be that poor Cinderella.

What Shen Qinlan said yesterday was to prove that he had no idea about Wen Changrong, so he didn't care about going to work.

Because he knew that even if he could prove that he had no idea about Wen Changrong, Shen Qinlan would still suppress him.

Shen Qinlan's suppression of him is a kind of inertia. The two have been in love for seven years, and Shen Qinlan's dislike for him is deep in his bones. As long as he appears around Wen Changrong, it is inevitable to make things difficult for him.

Of course, on the other hand, he has already signed the contract to live in Wen's house, and the contract does not stipulate that he has to work, so he has the right not to do things now.

Two, but...

Qiao Xing knew Shen Qinlan's temper very well during his many years of "rival career".

Shen Qinlan is a man who will repay every grievance, has a small belly, and has a strange desire to win.

He suppresses you, if you choose to endure and behave like a weak chicken, then he will most likely embarrass you just once and pass.

If you are playing smart to hide, or find a way to get back.

That's over, the next thing will be like stabbing a hornet's nest, all eighteen martial arts will be used on you, let's not kill you, and it will be over if you have to fight to the death.

——As for Qiao Xing, to be honest, he doesn't have the skills to fight Shen Qinlan.

It's okay to take advantage of it with words, but if it's true, he can't compare to Shen Qinlan in terms of family background, financial resources and human relationships.

Coupled with the fact that Wen Changrong is not at home now, Shen Qinlan has the final say on the entire Wen family. If Shen Qinlan is dissatisfied, Qiao Xing's life will definitely not be easy in the future.

Those losses many years ago were not in vain.

After thinking about it, Qiao Xing finally lifted off the cicada-like quilt.

Forget it.

Anyway, all he wanted was to stay in Wen's house safely for a full month.

Renren also passed.

When he achieves his final goal, think about how to vent his anger.

Humph.

……

Qiao Xing finished breakfast at 05:30, and gathered with the gardeners at [-]:[-] to start pruning flowers and leaves.

He wanted to be lazy, but the bodyguard followed him lingeringly, so he had no choice but to give up.

After working hard for two hours, Qiao Xing's hands were sore, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of a white wind-like figure walking towards him.

He took a closer look, and saw Qi Da wearing a bathrobe with the upper body open and flip-flops, walking towards this side with his breasts exposed.

Qi Da was startled when he saw the big scissors in his hand: "Why are you here?"

"?" Qiao Xing looked at the child's wild clothes and was speechless for a while, then asked, "...then why are you here?"

Qi Dali said confidently: "You can try to win Mr. Wen's heart back by living in Wen's house, of course I can too!"

"???" Qiao Xing felt that the misunderstanding was serious, "I'm not, I didn't..."

wrong.

Qiao Xing reacted.

"I'm not asking why you live here!"

"what is that?"

"How did you live in here?" Qiao Xing looked at Qi Da, still feeling unbelievable: "Could it be that Mr. Wen let you live in when you said you wanted to live in?"

He got it in exchange for leaving the house!A lot of money too!Why!

"Oh," Qi Da raised his chin, looking a little proud: "My parents and the Wen family are old friends, they said, what's wrong with me staying in Wen's house for a while!"

"Oh……"

Qiao Xing understood.

It turned out that there was someone above.

However, as far as he knew, the Wen family was not so easy to live in.

Presumably Qi Da's parents have come here many times, and Qi Da, a fool, didn't know the hard work.

"I won't talk to you anymore!" The two of them had nothing to talk about, so Qi Da waved his hand: "I'm going to find that little Bichi named Shen!"

"..."

It was the first time Qiao Xing heard someone dare to say that Shen Qinlan was Xiao Bichi in public.

Looking at the menacing Qi Da, Qiao Xing suddenly felt like watching a good show.

So he waved happily.

"Go quickly, the main house is ahead and turn right, don't make a mistake."

"it is good!"

After finishing speaking, Qi Da pulled on his slippers again and walked forward like the wind.

The so-called newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, probably means this.

Looking at the back of the child's heroic sacrifice, Qiao Xing sighed, it's good to be young, and it's good to be covered.

……

The days that followed were much simpler.

After getting through the back pain caused by the high-intensity work in the previous few days, Qiao Xing finally felt less pain.

He gets up at 12 o'clock and leaves work at 30 o'clock, has lunch at [-]:[-], sleeps with his head covered for four hours in the afternoon, has a meal at [-] o'clock, patrols the garden at [-] o'clock, and returns to the house to play mahjong with the servants at [-] o'clock.

He lived a relatively leisurely life when he was a child, but Qi Da's side was more miserable.

Qi Da and Shen Qinlan often reported that they had quarrels, and in this short week, Qi Da, who had a good reputation, suddenly had all kinds of negative news and unbelievable scandals, and all the hard-won accumulations were accumulated. The popularity of passers-by was completely defeated.

Miserable.

It seems that the people above Qi Da are also powerless to contend with Shen Qinlan.

……

As the days went by, Qiao Xing was feeling comfortable when something happened.

He led the people in the building to play mahjong every day until one or two o'clock in the morning. Although closing the door would not affect others, those people at the poker table would inevitably wake up the next day in a sleepless zombie state.

Originally, his face was ugly, and he didn't make any big mistakes.

Unexpectedly, there was a young man in charge of gardening this morning. He probably lost his head yesterday and cut the trees that were supposed to be cut to the same height into short lengths and rounded the tops.

From a distance, it looks like a middle finger.

And the middle finger was raised by Shen Qinlan who had just finished quarreling with Qi Da and saw it passing by.

What is hit on the muzzle?

This is.

The entire gardening department was severely criticized. Seeing everyone's dark circles and sallow faces, Shen Qinlan traced the culprit.

……

When Shen Qinlan came, Qiao Xing sat slumped in a corner of the corridor as usual, wiping the wall in a dead body state.

He was high until two o'clock yesterday, and only slept for three hours. Of course, he was very sleepy today.

While yawning, Shen Qinlan came.

As soon as he saw Shen Qinlan, Qiao Xing felt something was wrong.

Shen Qinlan was very angry, it didn't look like he was going to pursue some responsibility, but he was going to vent his anger.

——Qiao Xing was vented so innocently many times many years ago, so he is very familiar with it.

Qiao Xing quickly took out his mobile phone and pressed it, thinking about what to do in his mind, but Shen Qinlan kicked the bucket over without giving him any time to breathe.

The bucket was not far from Qiao Xing's side. Half of the bucket of dirt splashed on Qiao Xing's body, and half of the bucket of dirt flowed to the ground, soaking Qiao Xing's pants along the ground.

"Let all the people in the building come out." Shen Qinlan said, "Qiao Xing cleans the building by himself today. When will it be cleaned and come out."

The people in the building were silent, and no one dared to speak.

Qiao Xing also sat silently in the dirty water, not even bothering to lift his head.

——How can I say that Shen Qinlan and Wen Changrong are a natural match.

On the surface, the two are modest and gentlemen, but in private their tempers are generally weird and unreasonable.

……

Regarding the fact that she was splashed with dirty water, Qiao Xing didn't feel much ups and downs.

After all, it wasn't just a matter of a day or two that Shen Qinlan couldn't get used to him. A few years ago, there were many more things than this.

The consequences of retorting are more likely to be worse, and he will not get any benefits if he fights.

Now if he wanted to stay in Wen's house, he could only endure it.

"I cut that tree wrong! Just fire me! I'll clean the building! It has nothing to do with Brother Qiao!"

The guy who cut the wrong tree just now followed from nowhere, yelling at the door heartbreakingly.

"You have already been fired." Shen Qinlan moved his fingers, and the bodyguard behind him held him back.

Shen Qinlan issued an ultimatum: "Everyone in the building will come out within 5 minutes. Whoever wants to stay here with Qiao Xing will pack up and leave tomorrow."

……

In 5 minutes, the people in the building were cleaned up. Everyone's face was not very good, but no one stood up.

Several men who played mahjong with Qiao Xing on weekdays lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him, while the little girl's eyes were red and she stood outside the door wiping tears.

Qiao Xing understood this.

Those who lived in the west building were all the low-level servants, and the areas they were in charge of were also unimportant or extremely dirty, and many people did not want to be in the area.

The people in that building are all short of money.

The Wen family's commission is generous, which is a big fat job for them.

People have to bow their heads to the reality, and impulsiveness cannot make people live comfortably.

Qiao Xing understood.

The door of the small building was closed, and the building was silent.

The building they cleaned today was a remote building that was cleaned only once a month. Many rooms were full of old debris that hadn’t been cleaned yet, and the windows were full of dust and cobwebs.

The servants evacuated too quickly just now, throwing brooms, mops and buckets all over the floor, making the already dirty building look even more dirty.

……

Time goes by every minute and every second.

Walked to noon, walked to the afternoon, and finally walked to the evening.

During this period, except for a bodyguard who went to the window to confirm the hygiene situation, no one else came.

No one delivered lunch, and no one delivered dinner.

Qiao Xing was always hungry.

After an unknown amount of time, the moon hung high in the sky, and the cold wind blew in through the window, making Qiao Xing shiver.

As if he just came back to his senses, he turned his head and looked at the dry ground under his buttocks, leaving only a patch of dust, he was stunned, and finally he was willing to get up and change places.

The ground was dry, but Qiao Xing was still damp.

He stood up and couldn't help shivering again. Looking at the window under the moonlight, he felt even more chilly.

He brushed the dust off his body and reached for the phone in his shirt pocket.

It's too late.

Qiao Xing thought for a while, and finally swiped off the screen and clicked on Wen Changrong's number.

Because of the cold, his fingers trembled slightly, but he pressed the keyboard quickly and sent a message to Wen Changrong.

Qiao Xing: [Sir, when are you coming back? 】

He originally thought that it would take a long time for the man to see this message, but after less than two seconds, it was shown as read at the bottom of the message.

Wen Changrong quickly replied.

[There are still a few days, what's the matter? 】

Shen Qinlan, your manic idiot with a cinnabar mole, abused me and lost money! !

Qiao Xing roared in his mind expressionlessly.

But what he played was:

【Well... I miss you, I hope you can come back soon. 】

According to Qiao Xing's experience, Shen Qinlan's position in Wen Changrong's heart is extraordinary, if he went directly to file a complaint, he would only be reprimanded severely by Wen Changrong.

It's better to act like a baby to soften Wen Changrong's heart, maybe Wen Changrong will come back sooner.

When Wen Changrong came back, Shen Qinlan would at least restrain himself.

……

Wen Changrong quickly read the message saying he missed you.

But I didn't return for a long time.

This was within Qiao Xing's expectations.

After all, now that Shen Qinlan is back, Wen Changrong naturally can't reply to his kind of ambiguous text messages.

Normally, Qiao Xing would probably give up on this and sue Wen Changrong when he came back.

But today, Qiao Xing just couldn't hold back.

They have been married for four years, and Shen Qinlan hasn't shown up for four years. He really hasn't been wronged like this for too long.

After a day of hunger, his stomach convulsed slightly. Qiao Xing grabbed his collar tightly with one hand, pressed his elbow against his stomach, and quickly poked at the screen with one hand.

Joe: [Sir, I'm so cold and hungry. 】

Qiao: [I've done a lot of work recently, and today I was locked up in the corridor by Young Master Shen. I'm all wet, and it's really too cold. 】

Joe: [When can you come back?I really want you back. 】

Almost all of the three messages were read as soon as they were sent.

But Wen Changrong still didn't return.

The moonlight poured down from the window, accompanied by the cold wind blowing on the messy empty corridor, making this small building that had been deserted for many years even colder.

Holding the phone and waiting for 10 minutes, Qiao Xing's hands were numb from the cold, and Wen Changrong still couldn't read back.

Qiao Xing gritted his teeth and pressed the call button.

"Drip-drip-drip-"

The call rang for a long time, so long that it was almost time to hang up before Wen Changrong picked up the phone.

"Hey."

"……gentlemen."

Qiao Xing's voice was very hoarse, and there was a sense of weakness in his voice after not drinking or eating for a whole day.

"Yeah." Wen Changrong didn't seem to be able to hear anything, and his voice was as cold as ever.

"... When are you coming back?"

He asked again what he had asked in the text message just now.

"Probably a few more days."

"...That's it."

"..."

"I miss you so much," Qiao Xing said in a low voice, "I hope you will come back soon..."

"..." Wen Changrong was silent.

But through the shallow breath coming from the receiver, Qiao Xing knew that the man was listening.

He went on to say: "I was splashed with dirty water today, it's so cold, and I haven't eaten yet."

"..."

"I'm still wet now, and I'm probably going to sleep in the corridor all night in wet clothes today."

"..."

"Second Young Master Shen asked me to clean up a building before letting me out..."

"Then just clean the building." Wen Changrong finally said the longest sentence of the night.

Qiao Xing paused, and then said, "How can I clean such a big building by myself..."

"It will always be cleaned up."

"I'm exhausted waiting to clean it up."

"I won't die from exhaustion."

"But……"

"If you don't want to do it, then wait for him to calm down and let you out."

"..." Even if he guessed what Wen Changrong would say, Qiao Xing still couldn't help but clenched the phone in his hand tightly.

His knuckles turned white from too much force, he paused before speaking again.

"How can you do that, sir?" he said, "you have no conscience."

While complaining, Qiao Xing's face was expressionless, but the ending sound was sticky and soft.

From the sound of it, it didn't sound like she was reprimanding or complaining, but it seemed like she was acting like a baby.

After all—Shen Qinlan was sick, and Wen Changrong was even sicker.

Over the years, Qiao Xing has figured out a correct way to get along with Wen Changrong.

Loud reprimands or complaints will only arouse the man's resentment, and all he can do is to make a few protests in a way that men like.

What if Wen Changrong found out with his conscience?What if?

"..." Wen Changrong was silent for a long time over there.

After a while, the man said, "Go to bed early, good night."

'beep—beep—'

A blind tone came from the other end of the phone, and Wen Changrong hung up the phone.

……

Wen Changrong, you have no conscience.

Wen Changrong, you are shameless.

Looking at the phone with only one battery left, Qiao Xing recited the cursing ballad he made up a hundred times in his heart.

It's really a loss for the lady and the soldiers.

Not to mention the failure to seek help, the battery of the mobile phone was almost exhausted, so there was no entertainment for the long night that followed.

For a ruthless man like Wen Changrong, he shouldn't think about what might happen.

After putting away the phone, Qiao Xing touched his pocket, regretting not bringing the winter solstice out today.

If it is brought out, maybe it can give him some spiritual comfort now.

Ugh.

The moonlight was bright, and Qiao Xing lay down beside the window in boredom, looking around aimlessly through the anti-theft fence.

He looked through the big tree in front of him, then to another small dark building, and finally through the faint bushes—suddenly saw a fence surrounded by vines, and there were large clusters of white roses in it.