Look good

The two soon came to the main gate, Qiao Xing dropped Qi Da, and headed towards the guard who was changing shifts.

The bodyguard who delivered the cigars last time happened to be taking a break, and he had just handed in his things and was about to go out.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and Qiao Xing stood in a place where the surveillance could not capture, shook the new cigar box, and signaled with his eyes.

The elder bodyguard raised his eyebrows and walked over.

The two stood with their backs to the monitor and the crowd. Qiao Xing spread out the cigar box in his hand and said, "Brother, ask me something."

The elder bodyguard looked at him, reached for the cigar box, and said directly:

"Second Master Shen will go to the gym every Friday and Saturday, go out at two o'clock and come back at six o'clock. No accidents, Mr. Wen will be at home during this period."

Qiao Xing: "?"

"Don't think about it at other times. Second Young Master Shen went out later in the morning than your husband, and came back earlier than your husband. You have no chance..."

"???" Qiao Xing: "What do you think I want to ask you?"

The elder brother of the bodyguard was confident: "When can I have an affair with Mr. Wen?"

Qiao Xing: "..."

No.

Why it is like this.

Why does everyone think that everything he does is for Wen Changrong?

"Do you want to ask Mr. Wen where he goes out every day?" The bodyguard shook his head, and said righteously: "This is not allowed, it is against the regulations, and Mr. Wen is not free to talk to you during working hours..."

"No!" Qiao Xing said angrily, "I didn't mean to ask this!"

"? Then what do you want to ask?"

"That's the one..." Qiao Xing tiptoed, and whispered in the bodyguard's ear: "Mr. Wen's brother... is the young master of the Wen family, you know?"

"..." Hearing this question, the bodyguard immediately looked a little strange: "Well... I know."

Qiao Xing hurriedly asked: "I heard that the young master is coming back this month. Is that true? When will he be here?"

"...I actually don't know about that either."

"what?!"

"Mr. Wen and the young master have never been able to get along," said the bodyguard. "Now they are strangers, and it's fine if they don't fight. So even if the young master is coming back, Mr. Wen will not inform us to prepare for it."

"..."

Fine.

Qiao Xing was a little disappointed.

"But I'm going to come back this month." The bodyguard thought for a while: "The master will come back later this month, and there will be a family banquet. Usually it's not an important holiday. The master will not come back, and he will not hold a family banquet. , this time an exception must be made, and there is a high probability that the young master will come back."

"so."

Qiao Xing put his heart back for the time being.

"Little Qiao," the bodyguard looked at him with meaningful eyes, "You knew how bad the relationship between Mr. Wen and that person was, didn't you?"

"……Know."

"Then why do you, as a member of Mr. Wen, suddenly care about that one?"

"..."

Although he knew that the elder bodyguard couldn't possibly know anything, Qiao Xing still felt inexplicably guilty.

He straightened his chest and said fiercely: "Ask what's wrong! Curious!"

"Oh?"

"I've heard people talk about the young master and the young master all day long, but I've never seen anyone, and the dragon can't see the end... Curious!"

"Really?" The elder bodyguard looked at him, sighed suddenly, reached out and patted his shoulder: "Little Qiao, I didn't mean you..."

Qiao Xing was nervous: "What?"

"I know Mr. Wen doesn't want you now. You may be in a hurry and want to find a way to attract Mr. Wen's attention..."

"???"

"But no matter what, you can't put your mind on that one."

Qiao Xing: "..."

"First of all, that person is disabled and impotent. Even if you take off your clothes and sleep with someone for a night, no one will think what happened to you."

"..."

"Secondly, Mr. Wen and that person have an incompatible relationship. If you have anything to do with that person, instead of being jealous, Mr. Wen will arrest you and chop your hands and tongue out before throwing you in the trash. "

"..."

Although what the bodyguard said 'in order to make Mr. Wen jealous' were all random guesses, there were still some things that coincided with Qiao Xing's thoughts in what he said later.

So when he caught the key phrase 'if you get involved, you'll chop your hands and tongue', he couldn't help shaking his body.

He swallowed his saliva, stretched out his hand to hold the perfume bottle in his pocket tightly, and was afraid that the elder brother of the bodyguard would say something scary again, so he interrupted quickly:

"ok, ok, I got it!"

……

On the way back, Qiao Xing walked casually with his hands in his trouser pockets, and Qi Da beside him was calling his mother with his mobile phone.

The child's voice was very soft, and the words were full of complaints like grievances, saying 'I don't like him anymore', 'I don't want to stay here', 'I regret it' and so on.

Qiao Xing's teeth ached.

"Brother Qiao." At the fork in the road, Qi Da also finished his phone call, and looked at Qiao Xing with a red nose, "I'm here, I live in the east building, and I want to go back and pack my things."

"Oh," Qiao Xing nodded, "Then go slowly."

"Brother Qiao, go slowly, too."

Qi Da sucked his nose, turned around and walked away hesitantly.

Qiao Xing watched the back of the child enter the building before turning around and continuing on.

……

The answer given by the bodyguard was not very certain, Qiao Xing decided to take a nap, and ask other people to confirm in the afternoon for peace of mind.

But as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw a pile of expensive mountain root herbs in front of the door.

Uncle Wu was pushing a small dining cart in his hand, and he smiled when he saw him.

"Mr. Qiao came just in time."

"?" Qiao Xing looked at the two tightly covered plates on the dining car for no reason: "This is?"

"Mr. Wen ordered me to bring it to you." Uncle Wu lifted the lid, revealing a bowl of brown porridge and a bowl of black-bone chicken.

The black-bone chicken looks delicious, but the porridge smells very bitter.

Qiao Xing frowned: "This is?"

"Ginseng porridge."

"? Why did you give me this thing?"

"Mr. Wen said that you have caught a cold, probably due to wind-cold, so you should eat more food to repel the cold." Uncle Wu pointed to those piled up by the door again: "Also told me to supervise you to nourish your body."

"..."

He just caught a cold, as for what.

Qiao Xing was in a complicated mood.

"...come in and sit down first."

……

A small corner of the room was piled up with all kinds of supplements, making the already cramped room look even smaller.

Under Uncle Wu's "smiling and loving" gaze, Qiao Xing finished filling the ginseng porridge with his nose pinched, lowered his head and ate a few pieces of chicken to suppress the bitterness, and then raised his head.

"Is that all right?"

"Yes." Uncle Wu smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Qiao, for your cooperation."

"The ginseng porridge is too bitter, let the kitchen make it better next time."

"The original flavor can achieve the best effect."

"I just have a cold, and I'm not dying..."

Uncle Wu smiled: "But Mr. loves you very much."

"..." Qiao Xing didn't know what to say now.

He gulped down a few sips of chicken soup, and said, "Second Young Master Shen didn't cause this illness. Don't worry about Mr. Wen. Besides, Mr. has already given me money, so there's no need to be distressed."

"It's all Mr. Wen's wishes." After Uncle Wu finished speaking, he took out the note in his pocket: "Read Mr. Wen's request to you?"

"Ok."

"First, the supplements delivered have to be taken every day, and will be checked from time to time."

"Ah."

"Second, keep warm, don't blow the fan on your face, and wear more clothes at night."

"Ah."

"..."

"?" Qiao Xing waited for a while, and seeing that Uncle Wu was silent, he asked, "It's over?"

"Uh..." Uncle Wu took out the mobile phone in his pocket at this moment, and he paused for a while.

"? What's wrong?"

"Mr. Wen just sent another message."

"what?"

"So that you can ask me directly if you have anything to do, instead of going to the bodyguard."

"..."

Qiao Xing was so frightened that he fell vertically from the chair on the spot.

Wen...Wen Changrong knows? !