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Chapter 35 Can't Walk

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Why did Wen Changrong walk towards him?

Qiao Xing felt a little confused when he stood there.

He was holding the broom in his hand, and his footsteps were still as if he was about to walk, neither moving nor not moving properly.

So he maintained this awkward posture until Wen Changrong walked in front of him.

"What?" Wen Changrong glanced at his half-raised legs, "Want to leave?"

"...Of course it's nothing!" Almost habitually, Qiao Xing immediately raised a just-right smile.

Holding the broom, he stood upright and looked at Wen Changrong with bright eyes.

"Did sir just come home?"

"Ah."

"Then you are going to..."

Wen Changrong interrupted him: "Why are you here?"

"..." This tone, this expressionless look.

Qiao Xing faintly felt that Lord Jin was not feeling well today.

But he didn't do anything, he didn't see Wen Changrong these days, let alone made Wen Changrong angry.

Qiao Xing thought for a while, then tentatively replied, "I'm here... sweeping the floor?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Wen Changrong asked impatiently, "I asked why you are sweeping the floor here."

I'm sweeping the floor here to provoke you!So fierce!

Qiao Xing was displeased by Wen Changrong's inexplicable tone, but he still answered obediently: "I can't be idle, so I came out to get some air."

"..."

Wen Changrong didn't speak, and looked at him motionlessly with a pair of gray pupils.

Qiao Xing was watched silently by the man at first, then suddenly thought of something, and his body froze.

It can't be...Wen Changrong knows why he came to sweep the floor, right?

Qiao Xing was instantly startled into a cold sweat by his guess.

No.

impossible.

He never revealed any feelings he had for Wen Changze.

For so many years, he has said everything to Wen Changrong, but he has been living like a shell on this issue.

Qiao Xing repeatedly denied this possibility in his heart, but couldn't help panicking.

His fingers holding the broom tightly, and when he was about to bow his head out of guilt, Wen Changrong finally spoke.

"Didn't Qin Lan ask you to come?"

"..."

what?

What the hell?

The 360-degree turn of the funder made Qiao Xing confused on the spot.

He wondered if he had heard something wrong, so he blinked his big eyes and asked, "What did you just say?"

"Let me ask you." Wen Changrong became even more impatient: "Did Qin Lan ask you to work here?"

"..."

This time Qiao Xing really heard clearly.

But he still felt a little inconceivable about the answer.

Qiao Xing was puzzled, but answered truthfully: "No, sir."

"..."

Wen Changrong didn't speak.

"Not really."

This matter had nothing to do with Shen Qinlan in the first place, and Qiao Xing didn't want to cause trouble.

So he looked into Wen Changrong's eyes and explained seriously: "It's really just that I'm too idle, so I want to hang out more in the manor, but if I meet Shen...you know, I'm afraid he won't I'm happy, so I can only take the excuse of sweeping the floor and come out for a walk."

"..."

Wen Changrong still didn't speak.

The man's eyes looked at him for a moment, as if wondering if he was lying.

"..." Qiao Xing looked at each other calmly.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Wen Changrong finally looked away, as if he believed it.

The man swept his gaze from the beginning to the end, and his eyes stayed on his right hand hanging by his side. The center of his eyebrows moved suddenly, and he scolded: "It's like being paralyzed when you should be lazy when you should move, but now you know it all day long when you are injured." run."

"??? When should I move and I won't move!" Qiao Xing felt a million grievances in an instant: "Every time you don't want to move, don't I just ride on it and don..."

I am sorry.

It has become a habit to have a yellow accent.

It took half a beat before he realized that he shouldn't have said such words now, Qiao Xing almost bit off his tongue.

He hurriedly apologized: "Sir, are you..."

Unexpectedly, Wen Changrong stretched out his hand, and pinched the soft flesh of his cheek with two fingers together.

"Hey hey hey hey?"

The man pinched his fingers like plasticine on the other side of his face, until the skin was reddened before he stopped.

"Why are you so promiscuous, Qiao Xing."

"...????"

After pinching his face, still dislike him? ? ?

Qiao Xing covered his pinched hot face with one hand, and quietly glanced at Wen Changrong with dissatisfied little eyes.

Then he justified himself: "I'm not messing around, sir."

Wen Changrong answered with a sneer through his nose.

"……"Fine.

"How's your hand?" Wen Changrong asked him suddenly.

"This..."

When it came to hands, Qiao Xing simply lifted his pig's trotters and spread his palms in front of the man.

His whole hand was still tightly wrapped with bandages, and the actual wounds were not visible at all, only five fingertips were visible.

Even so, Wen Changrong raised his hand to lightly support the back of his hand, and carefully measured it.

After looking at it for a while, I probably couldn't see anything. The man only wandered around the place where he was wrapped with bandages, and asked:

"Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts!"

It hurts, of course Qiao Xing will not be ambiguous.

However, when he mentioned pain, he remembered... the check in his pocket.

Thinking of the check in his pocket, Qiao Xing immediately lifted his spirits.

He quickly lowered the corners of his eyes, looking at Wen Changrong with a little moistness in his eyes.

"Sir, I'm in pain, so, that branch that day..."

Before he could say the words, the phone in Wen Changrong's pocket rang.

The familiar piano music came out from the phone, and Qiao Xing turned his eyes away reflexively, and stepped back a little.

Richard Clayderman's "Autumn Whispers" is said to be the piece that Shen Qinlan played at a certain banquet when he was 12 years old.

That banquet was the first time Wen and Shen met. Wen Changrong was attracted by the way Shen Ershao played the piano, and the two have known each other since then.

Although both of them were still young at the time, they seemed to hit it off very well in just a few words.

During the banquet, the two quickly called each other brothers and exchanged contact information. After the banquet, Wen Changrong asked for the recording of the song "Autumn Whispers".

After that, the recording of "Autumn Whispers" has always been Shen Qinlan's exclusive ringtone. Over the past ten years, Wen Changrong has not changed it from beginning to end.

……

Qiao Xing had heard the ringtone thousands of times, so of course he understood who was calling, and knew that it was time for him to become a background panel and stand aside silently.

But today Wen Changrong was uncharacteristically, he didn't take out his mobile phone to answer the call immediately after hearing the ringtone, but hesitated for a while before taking out his mobile phone.

It's okay to take the phone slowly, but Wen Changrong stared at the screen for several seconds after taking out the phone, and the man pressed the answer button until the phone was about to stop ringing.

"Qin Lan."

Wen Changrong turned his back on the phone and walked a little further away.

Qiao Xing also stepped back again.

Seeing Wen Changrong holding the phone and talking softly, Qiao Xing looked at the man's back for a while, feeling a little tired.

He looked left and right, and simply walked to the big tree by the roadside.

I don't know what kind of viewing tree the Wen family has. It is still green in late September when autumn has entered, with large clusters of leaves hanging on the branches, showing no signs of decay.

Qiao Xing leaned on a small broom in one hand, and leaned lazily on the thick tree trunk.

Autumn in City A is the most comfortable season of the year. The sun is not as hot as in summer, and occasionally the light falls on people through the gaps in the leaves, which is very warm.

Qiao Xing's bandage-bound right hand drooped by his side, as in the past few days, there was a slight tingling pain from time to time, and it swelled for a long time.

After so many days of pain, even people like Qiao Xing who are afraid of pain feel used to it.

He leaned against the tree trunk to bask in the sun leisurely, and squinted his eyes while basking in the sun, feeling a little sleepy.

What kind of old lady's foot wrap is Madwin Changrong talking about?

Hurry up and finish his speech so that he can say goodbye, and then go back to sleep...

Thinking of this, Qiao Xing glanced in the direction where Wen Changrong went before in a daze, only to see that the man had already hung up the phone and was walking towards the direction where the car was parked.

watt?

Qiao Xing shook his head and opened his eyes.

This is... forgot him? ? ?

...Watching Wen Changrong getting closer and closer to the Bentley, without any intention of turning back, Qiao Xing had no choice but to accept the fact that he was forgotten by the patron.

Forget it, it's not the first time anyway.

Qiao Xing straightened up again, patted the dust that might be on his body, and suddenly thought of... his check!

"Sir!" He called hastily, "My branch..."

Qiao Xing didn't say the words again, so Qiao Xing stopped talking again.

Because Wen Changrong had already gotten into the car, the doors were closed.

Although he yelled that Wen Changrong would definitely turn around and look for him at this time, Qiao Xing still felt...forget it.

My throat hurts from such a distance.

Anyway, the two are under the same roof, and he has all of Wen Changrong's contact information. Isn't it easy to ask for money?

Humph.

Thinking of this, Qiao Xing couldn't help but yawned, so he picked up the broom and dustpan, turned around and prepared to go back to bed...

feel.

Not far away, the trunks of ornamental trees are scattered in forests. Through the gaps between the trunks, it can be seen that there is a white figure coming here at the corner of the flower bed in front.

The old man was wearing a brown suit that day and was pushing a wheelchair. The man in the wheelchair had a straight back, wearing a white shirt and soft black casual trousers.

Wen Chang was holding a long-looking purple bouquet in his arms. There was a little smile on the corner of his mouth at the moment, as if he was talking to the old man.

Looking at the direction in which the wheelchair is rolling, there is a high probability that it is coming towards Qiao Xing.

Qiao Xing's raised foot was firmly stuck to the ground in an instant.

He is coming.

They are going to 'chance encounter'.

What should he say?Master Wen, have you eaten yet?Master Wen, how have you been in the past few days?

No no no... too vulgar.

So what to say?

Qiao Xing couldn't think of it for a while.

His mind went blank, and it was inappropriate to think that if he stuttered again this time, Wen Chang would think he had a language barrier, right?

Qiao Xing was trembling with fright from his random thinking, but Wen Chang on the other side seemed to be called out by his intense gaze.

Wen Chang temporarily stopped talking to the old man behind him, turned his head slightly, and turned his head sideways in his direction, his eyes seemed to meet Qiao Xing from afar.