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Sending off Qi Da, Qiao Xing went upstairs, he always felt that there was something he didn't do, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

After dinner, Wen Changrong went back to the bedroom and took out a few bottles of medicine. The white and red pills were lying in the palm of his hand. Maybe he hadn't taken them for a long time. The man rarely stopped to look at the instructions.

Wen Changrong suffers from severe bipolar disorder. It is said that it is a physical problem that started when he was young. He has been treated intermittently for a long time. There are very few, and only when the mood swings are particularly intense, there is a possibility of relapse.

The last time a man fell ill, it seems to be traced back to four years ago.

After reading the instructions and confirming that the pills in his hand are correct, Wen Changrong just raised his head to take the medicine, but Qiao Xing saw the open laptop and messy documents on the desk, and reminded: "Sir, don't those medicines make you sleepy after taking them?" ? Do you have business to deal with at night?"

"Yeah." Wen Changrong replied, still raised his head and swallowed the medicine in his hand. "Let's eat first, it shouldn't take long at night."

"Oh……"

Wen Changrong said that, so Qiao Xing naturally wouldn't say anything more.

……

Outside the window, the sun was setting and the moon was rising. Wen Changrong said 'not long', but it took four hours in the blink of an eye.

Qiao Xing was lying on the big bed behind the man, with his legs bent and feet swiping his phone boredly, his movements were very quiet.

Wen Changrong has a habit. When working in the bedroom, he likes to be accompanied by someone. He doesn't have to do anything, just stay quietly.

Such a small request, as a 'three good little lover', of course Qiao Xing had to fulfill it conscientiously.

Wen Changrong's phone calls came one after another, and the keyboard was almost sparked. Words such as 'quality inspection', 'public relations', 'court', and 'compensation' drifted into Qiao Xing's ears again and again, and the clock pointed to 23 o'clock. Qiao Xing rubbed his sore eyes, looked up at the man and couldn't help yawning from his busy back, he thought, if Wen Changrong was busy until midnight today, he would be in trouble.

If you stay up late, your skin will deteriorate.

After the phone bombing ended for a while, Wen Changrong was writing some report with his head down, when the phone rang again.

But this time the man didn't answer immediately, but looked at the screen for a few seconds before answering the phone.

"……Father."

After these two words came out, Qiao Xing even swiped his phone lightly.

The relationship between father and son is average. Master Wen seldom calls. This time he specially called to inquire. It must be something serious.

Wen Changrong stopped writing the report and concentrated on talking on the phone.

"I've already contacted the court."

"The public relations department has come up with a plan. I've seen it, and it's okay. It's just that it's too late now, and an official announcement will be made tomorrow."

"It hasn't caused much impact yet, but the press release won't last long, but it doesn't matter, the public relations will be fine."

"It was with him."

"I asked, and Qinlan said he didn't know. It's pointless to pursue this matter now, and then..."

Before Wen Changrong finished speaking, Qiao Xing heard Master Wen's angry voice piercing through the receiver.

"I don't know?! Is Shen Qinlan an idiot?!"

"Isn't that factory his?! Didn't the person in charge write his name?!"

"He doesn't know?! Is he an idiot? He doesn't know?!"

"..." Wen Changrong tightened his hand holding the phone, and there was a strong sense of displeasure and irritability between his brows: "Father, you know that Qin Lan was not raised as an heir since he was a child, he studied music and came into contact with business The last thing is about three..."

"You know he can't do anything and dare to sign a contract with him?!"

"It's not that he doesn't know anything." It seemed that the effect of the medicine was too difficult to resist, Wen Changrong rubbed his temples to force himself to wake up, "I've seen it, and there have been no problems before, and the quality has passed the inspection."

"Yeah, no problem." Master Wen said angrily: "I heard that he hasn't been to the factory a few times since it was in his hands. It's just that someone got it right! It even hurt the Wen family!"

"..."

"Wen Changrong, I don't care what Shen Qinlan does, but if you are still thinking about dating like four years ago, then get the hell out of Wen's house!"

"I will take care of this matter, and you don't have to worry about the rest."

"You are not allowed to have any business dealings with Shen Qinlan in the future! The Shen family knows that he is a loser, but you..."

"Father," Wen Changrong interrupted Master Wen very irritably, "Now the Wen family is in charge of me, and I will take care of the project in the future, so that this kind of thing will not happen again."

"Take care of yourself, goodbye."

As soon as the words fell, the man threw the mobile phone in his hand and smashed it against the wall with a bang.

Qiao Xing rolled from one side of the bed to the other side of the bed with lightning speed, stepped on the carpet with one foot, ready to jump out of bed and open the bedroom door to run away.

Wen Changrong got up and took out the medicine bottle again, and quickly swallowed a white pill.

Qiao Xing's mouth moved, subconsciously trying to say something, but seeing the man's ugly face, he endured it.

"I'm going to wash up." Wen Changrong said.

"Oh... oh..." Qiao Xing's voice was trembling: "You...go, wash well..."

Wen Changrong went into the bathroom.

Qiao Xing sat down in fear and swallowed her saliva, and suddenly there was a push sound from the phone.

He raised his phone and took a look: [Today's headlines!The wall of the new shopping mall in Qianda Plaza collapsed!Three workers and one student were injured!The construction engineering and building materials are all from Wen's Group...]

Qiao Xing raised his eyebrows.

Qianda Plaza is located in a bustling area, where every inch of land is precious, and usually there is a lot of traffic. This new shopping mall is full of advertisements before it even starts to be built. It is undoubtedly the place that attracts everyone's attention the most.

Construction is the initial fortune of the Wen family. There are hundreds of construction companies under it, and there are also many building material factories. From building materials to construction projects, they have gained a considerable reputation among the industry and consumers for many years.

Now that something goes wrong in such a place where everyone is paying attention... This is a big blow to the Wen family's reputation.

Qiao Xing clicked on the news.

What catches the eye is a picture of a large piece of the wall of the room collapsed on the ground, and there are many pictures of large or small collapsed cracks on the wall, and finally a picture of a woman breaking a brick with her bare hands, and the bricks are broken into pieces. Falling GIF.

Even though Qiao Xing didn't know much about building materials, he felt the poor quality of the bricks from the bottom of his heart when he saw these pictures.

Clicking on the news report, what was written was even more shocking. The quality supervision department randomly checked the bricks, and the bricks were not even of the basic size and specification, not to mention the quality that was more than half of the national standard.

……

Finally, the news report wrote that although the bricks were said to come from Wen’s Group in name, in fact Wen’s Group found another brick factory called AA Company to make them...

Qiao Xing closed the interface, searched for the AA company on Gongxin.com, and saw Shen Qinlan's name as expected.

With a sound of 'squeak', the bathroom door opened and Wen Changrong came out.

Qiao Xing pressed the interface and got up and walked over, "Sir, are you alright?"

"En." The effect of the medicine seemed to be irresistible, Wen Changrong's face was full of indescribable tiredness, "Go to sleep."

"it is good."

……

The lights were turned off, and within a few seconds Wen Changrong's breathing sank.

Most psychotropic drugs have stabilizing ingredients, so they are naturally hypnotic.

Wen Changrong fell asleep, but Qiao Xing's tiredness accumulated from looking at the phone just now disappeared without a trace.

He looked at the ceiling, his head so clear that he wanted to get out of bed and play disco.

——You know, he is usually a late night player, and he doesn't sleep until one o'clock in the morning every day.

Do you think this person is strange? When he can’t sleep, he wants to stay up late and become ugly, so he needs to go to bed quickly. When he can sleep, his mind is clearer.

what.

Qiao Xing lay on the bed, feeling itchy all over.

But Wen Changrong was sleeping next to him, and he didn't dare to turn over.

So uncomfortable.

It was so distressing.

Qiao Xing couldn't imagine how those married couples slept together every night.

God, Shen Qinlan, come back quickly, so that he can be free.

……

Probably because he thought about Shen Qinlan before going to bed, Qiao Xing dreamed about it until he was 19 years old. He had just finished having sex with Wen Changrong and wanted to sleep, but Shen Qinlan, the good brother of the benefactor, suddenly appeared and asked him to get out of bed. Wen Changrong took him to dinner, he just took two bites before Shen Qinlan walked in and asked him to get up, and then Shen and Wen ate, and he stood beside him awkwardly and cowardly, looking at Wen Changrong countless times, hoping that he would help him...

Qiao Xing was chased away countless times by Shen Qinlan in his dreams, and a song "Autumn Whispers" rang in the room at midnight.

Qiao Xing was instantly awakened by the devilish melody, stared at the ceiling for a long time in bewilderment and anger, and turned his head to the side after a long while.

Of course, Wen Changrong was also woken up. The man took medicine to sleep, and fell into a deeper sleep. He seemed to be much more uncomfortable than Qiao Xing, his brows were tightly frowned, and his handsome facial features were all twisted together.

The mobile phone with a broken screen dutifully turned on the screen and sang songs in the corner. Wen Changrong wrinkled his face for a long time, and finally raised his upper body and leaned over the bed, as if he wanted to vomit.

Forcibly awakened from deep sleep, normal people would feel dizzy or uncomfortable, not to mention Wen Changrong who took the medicine.

Qiao Xing stood up, "Do you want water?"

Wen Changrong shook his head slowly.

The ringing of the phone in the corner had already stopped before the man slowly got up and picked up the phone.

Go back to bed, turn on the phone screen, and replay.

Wen Changrong put the phone to his ear and pointed to his head with one finger.

Qiao Xing got up and gently pressed his temples for the man.

At the same time, think, if Shen Qinlan is downstairs, where will he run, if Shen Qinlan is at the door, should he hide under the bed or in the closet...

The phone was connected after a while, and Wen Changrong spoke.

"Qin Lan."

"Why didn't you answer the phone just now?"

"I'm sleeping." Wen Changrong said, "I took medicine today, so I woke up late."

"Oh." Shen Qinlan responded, and said: "I discussed it with the PR department, and you are right. This matter is my fault. I didn't supervise it well. Tomorrow, I will say it is our company's problem and blame me. I have lied to you and made fake products, as long as your company doesn’t know about it, it’s just a small brick factory anyway, it’s only a few million, I don’t want it anymore.”

"..." Wen Changrong was silent for a while, as if he didn't know what to say to these words.

"That's not what you said," Wen Changrong said: "Your factory has a history of six or seven years. This time, people tampered with it. It's not enough to give up. There are still many old workers in the factory. , if the factory collapses, they will have no place to go.”

"I don't know how many companies will be shut down throughout the year. Isn't it normal for them to lose their jobs? They can just find them again?"

"..." Wen Changrong was silent again, and changed the subject: "I didn't mean to blame you today, nor did I mean to blame you for this matter."

Wen Changrong said: "This project is a cooperation between the two of us, and both of us are at fault."

"..."

"During the day, I asked you if you didn't look at the things when they left the factory. I just asked out of habit. I didn't mean to blame you."

"..." Shen Qinlan was silent, and after a while he said, "But your tone at that time..."

"I'm very sorry."

"...You should blame me. This matter was originally my fault." Shen Qinlan said: "What you gave me was a small project worth several million, and you shouldn't be the one to supervise it yourself...so you don't have any supervision. weak statement."

"Qinlan..." Wen Changrong sighed silently: "I don't blame you, I just want to ask about the situation and see if I can determine what went wrong."

"Oh."

The phone was quiet for a while, and Wen Changrong asked, "Is your company so busy?"

"...No." Shen Qinlan said, "But I can't sleep."

"Well." Wen Changrong said: "Don't worry about today's matter, I will solve this matter here."

"...Well." Shen Qinlan responded in a low voice, and said, "I don't think I have any business talent..."

"There are not many geniuses in the world, so put more thought into it..."

After that, the two chatted about some topics that had nothing to do with official business. Anyway, the tone in the end was sticky, and it seemed that they were about to reconcile.

After more than half an hour, the clock pointed to 4:50, Qiao Xing couldn't help but yawned, his eyes were red.

The benefactor talked on the phone in the middle of the night and he gave massages, and how long he pressed them. Where can I find such a dedicated little lover in this world.

Qiao Xing felt that his professional ability was really awesome, and Wen Changrong usually gave him less maintenance fee.

Over there, Wen Changrong put the phone on the bedside table after talking on the phone, but his gaze stayed on Qiao Xing's for a moment.

"?" Qiao Xing asked, "Should I go?"

"No need." Wen Changrong withdrew his gaze and said, "Go to sleep."

"Second Young Master won't come back in the middle of the night..."

"He's in the villa on East Road, and he can't come back." Wen Changrong lay back under the quilt and closed his eyes: "Go to sleep."

"Oh!"

Qiao Xing yawned again, and then lay down in the warm quilt.

The quilt is so soft.

He vaguely remembered something that he hadn't remembered before, that is, he seemed to have received something soft today.

White.

There is cream.

Qiao Xing suddenly widened his eyes.

Wen Changze made Xue Mei Niang himself!