Look good

At seven o'clock the next morning, the sky was dark.

Qiao Xing snored cheerfully wrapped in the quilt, turned around in a daze, and saw a tall figure sitting by the bed.

If ordinary people saw such a black figure sitting beside their bed, they would be so frightened that they would lose sleepiness.

But Qiao Xing was so sleepy, he only blinked twice in a daze, and seeing that the height and shape of this black shadow was very similar to a certain King of Hades, he concluded that this was definitely a dream.

He smacked his lips, turned around and continued to snore.

"... Qiao Xing." A familiar male voice sounded from his side.

Qiao Xing blinked, suddenly realized something, lifted the quilt and sat up suddenly.

He turned his head to look at the familiar figure, and hurriedly tried to touch the lamp by the bed, but after searching for a long time, he found nothing, and then realized that he was not at home at all.

He stopped groping, sat facing the man, and stammered.

"Wen Wen Wen Wen... sir."

Mr. Wen yelled, but Qiao Xing still couldn't believe that it was Wen Changrong who was sitting beside his bed.

He tried his best to open his eyes wide, looking at the outline of the man in the dim light.

With a sharp jaw line and calm gray pupils, Wen Changrong is of course the same Wen Changrong, but with a little more stubble on his chin and a little more bloodshot eyes.

There is a rare fatigue between the eyebrows and eyes.

Qiao Xing suddenly felt that something was wrong.

With a drum in his heart, he asked cautiously, "Why are you... are you..."

Wen Changrong asked him, "Where did you go during the hour and a half last night?"

"...?"

Qiao Xing recalled in a daze.

After calling Wen Changrong last night, he saw the garden full of white roses, and then he studied the door lock and found that it was the oldest type of lock many years ago.

Then, he tried the iron handle of the bucket, the string tied to the mop and other things, and finally found a thin wire in a utility room and picked the lock open.

"I, I, I..." Qiao Xing stammered, "I picked the lock, and then... I came back to sleep..."

"..."

"I'm not very proficient in business... I broke the lock, sorry..."

"..."

"But I can lose money! That lock won't be very expensive..."

"Did I ask you this?"

"...Then what is that asking?" Qiao Xing swallowed, "After picking the lock? Then I walked back to sleep..."

"You picked the lock at one o'clock in the morning, passed the library's surveillance at one o'clock, and then disappeared. It was not until 02:30 that you appeared on the surveillance in the west garden. From 02:30 to [-]:[-] Where did the time go?"

"..."

Qiao Xing was stunned by the string of time.

Can't tell, Wen Changrong still has the potential to be a detective?

He looked at the man in a daze, and answered after a while: "Just... walk..."

"The building where you were locked up is less than half an hour away from the west building. You walked for an hour and a half?"

"But... I don't know the way."

"Do not know the way?"

"...Every time I go to Wen's house, I just want to accompany you, and I never even visit Wen's house completely."

"..."

"After I went out, I didn't know where the road was, and I didn't know which direction the West Building was, so I just walked around to have a look."

"..."

"Maybe I took a detour in the middle, and I don't know why I walked for so long." Qiao Xing looked at the man cautiously, "You..."

Wen Changrong suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Qiao Xing was startled, and subconsciously wanted to pull back his hand, but it only caused the man to exert more force, as if his wrist bones were going to be broken.

"You took a detour, so you also precisely avoided all the cameras on the road?"

"..."

"You take a detour, so you can't even hear the bodyguard calling your name?"

"..."

"Qiao Xing, you made a good detour, from the manor to Mars, you don't know anything, do you?"

"..."

Through the strength of the wrist bones, Qiao Xing could clearly realize that the man was suppressing the extraordinary anger at the moment.

Wen Changrong got closer to him in a few questions, his thick black eyebrows were gathered deeply, making his dark gray eyes a bit more hostile that is rarely seen in ordinary times.

— as if trying to swallow him alive.

Qiao Xing's wrist bones in the man's hand were already numb, he opened his mouth slightly, took a breath into his lungs to adjust his breathing, and then looked up at the man again.

He replied:

"I really don't know. I didn't hear any sound at all along the way, and I didn't see a bodyguard. I don't know anything about bypassing the camera. I just walked along the road."

This answer is done in one go, and the clouds are flowing.

It's like reciting lines that have been carefully prepared for a long time.

Wen Changrong narrowed his eyes sharply, and a gloomy blackness suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Before Qiao Xing could react to anything, he felt an overwhelming force pressing him, and his eyes spun in an instant.

Putting his back on the bed, Qiao Xing saw the man on top of him raise his palms high, as if he was about to fall down soon.

Qiao Xing's face turned pale instantly, he immediately bit his lower lip, turned his head and closed his eyes tightly.

"Snap".

Wen Changrong's palm landed on his waist and buttocks that were raised due to his posture through the quilt.

It doesn't hurt, but it's loud.

It was enough for Qiao Xing to imagine how hard the slap was, and how it would feel if it fell directly on him without a quilt.

After a short and frightening sound, there were two quick breaths in the room, one was anger and the other was fear.

A few seconds passed, seeing that Wen Changrong hadn't moved, Qiao Xing slowly opened his eyes.

It's just that he always maintained the posture in which Wen Changrong pushed him down just now, and he didn't even dare to turn his head.

"Qiao Xing."

Wen Changrong called him.

"……Um."

"You'd have to make me come back to make you happy, wouldn't you?"

"...?"

……what?

Qiao Xing was genuinely at a loss.

He turned his head boldly, but it happened to meet the man's dark gray pupils, which made him startled again in fright, and quickly retracted his head.

Oh shit.

Really scary.

Really.

"...I didn't mean that, sir."

This sentence is true.

Great truth!

"..." Wen Changrong didn't speak, just looked at him silently.

Qiao Xing swallowed, and turned his head carefully again.

From this distance, he could clearly see the red blood in the man's eyes and the protruding beard on his chin, and he could also smell a strong and mixed smell of tobacco on the man's body.

The suit and tie on Wen Changrong's body was a solid color, with wide shoulders and heavy fabric.

It is a business suit that is only worn when going to work.

Qiao Xing asked in a low voice: "...Did you rush back by plane overnight?"

"..." Wen Changrong didn't speak.

But Qiao Xing knew that his guess was probably right.

Maybe Wen Changrong came back before he finished his work, otherwise the smell of cigarette smoke that only left in meetings would not linger until now.

He hesitated, and said softly.

"……sorry."

As soon as the word "sorry" came out, Wen Changrong gave him a vicious look.

Alas! ! !

He said sorry to Wen Changrong and still stared at him!If I knew it earlier, I would stop talking about it!

After staring, the man let go of his wrist and got off him.

Qiao Xing hurriedly climbed out of bed and squeezed the man's shoulders like a dog.

"Where are you going now, sir?"

"Go back to sleep."

"Did you... just get off the plane?"

"..."

Wen Changrong didn't speak again.

Qiao Xing squeezed the man's shoulders, and then asked: "Sir, that... that is... you were abroad... It's only been a few hours, how did you make it back?"

"You can only go to another hemisphere when you go abroad? Or are the neighboring countries prohibiting entry?" Wen Changrong asked Erlian in a rhetorical manner.

"...Uh, of course not."

Qiao Xing then squeezed his shoulders.

After pinching twice, he asked again: "Then I should have gone to sleep in the west building at three o'clock. The bodyguards at the door saw it. Didn't they tell you? Why did you make you come back in such a hurry..."

"I was on the plane at the time."

"What time did you get on the plane?"

"One forty, forget it."

"..." Doesn't that mean Wen Changrong got on the plane after he disappeared for half an hour?

In such a hurry?

"Have you finished asking?" Wen Changrong said coldly.

"I'm done asking..."

Wen Changrong didn't say anything else, and walked straight to the door.

"Wait!" Qiao Xing hurriedly grabbed the man again.

Wen Changrong frowned, and turned his head to look at him impatiently.

"ask."

"That's the one... I picked the lock..."

"I don't want you to lose money."

"No!" Qiao Xing glanced at the man's face, and said cautiously, "I mean... I picked the lock and came back to sleep without permission. Will Second Young Master Shen be angry?"

"..." Wen Changrong was silent.

"..." Qiao Xing blinked.

"Just stay here." The man stretched out his hand and pressed the center of his brows, and said, "Don't come out to block his eyes recently."

"Oh!" After asking the question, Qiao Xing smiled obediently, "Sir, I will take you downstairs!"

……

……

After sending Wen Changrong away, Qiao Xing returned to the room.

He first slumped on the bed like the rest of his life and let out a big sigh of relief, then he found a few stale white rose petals hidden in the pillow case.

He lifted the petals to the direction of the sun, and the petals were penetrated by the sun and turned into a transparent white.

really miss you.

Qiao Xing read silently.

really miss you.