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The solution was not thought of, but Qiao Xing began to have nightmares over and over again when he was sleeping at night, and most of the nightmares were about things in the past.

For example, not long after he followed Wen Changrong, he once went alone to a birthday swimming pool party of a rich second generation. At the party, he saw the owner of the party, a rich second generation with big arms and a round waist and an extremely strong figure. In the swimming pool, the second generation lifted his petite wife and fell into the water, lifted and fell into the water... Although there was water below, no one could die, but the action of lifting and falling was repeated many times. Facing his wife who was about to cry after the fall, the rich second generation kept a happy smile on his face, giving Qiao Xing the illusion that he was not throwing someone, but a toy or a sandbag.

Later, the woman was thrown so badly that she was carried ashore when she was dying. Qiao Xing went up to hand the towel and asked stupidly, "Aren't you his wife? How could he treat you like this."

The woman took the towel and wiped her face, looked at the innocent man with red eyes, and replied: "What is sold is what is sold, isn't it still a toy if you change your identity?"

"Knowing that you are a toy, you still have the face to tell me about breaking up and getting divorced," the rich second generation said with a smile, and threw a few women standing beside him as if venting his anger, and then yelled dissatisfied. "It's boring to lose a woman, is there a man..."

The ducklings all hugged the benefactor next to him. Qiao Xing, the benefactor who didn't come and who didn't know what to do to comfort other people's wives, naturally became the most eye-catching one in the audience.

"You, you, just you, get me into the water!" The rich second generation pointed at him and gave an order.

Qiao Xing didn't want to be a sandbag, so he shook his head frantically.

"Give me back Joe, I really think I have face!" After being rejected, the rich second generation immediately lost face, and the face that was already full of flesh looked even more frightening. The woman who had just received Qiao Xing's towel At this moment, he closed his eyes, as if he didn't hear or see anything. Looking at the bodyguards who surrounded him, Qiao Xing only dared to shake his head, and hurriedly said something like "you go to someone else".

Seeing that the bodyguard was about to come and arrest him forcibly, whoever came to the side of the rich second generation said something, the rich second generation showed a suddenly realized expression, and then stopped the bodyguard with a gesture, but said with a smile:

"It turned out to be serving Lao Wen. Lao Wen is much more difficult to serve than me... It's not easy, so I'd better save my life and go back to serve Lao Wen."

……

Later, when he was 19 years old, he was really tossed by Shen Qinlan, and he was determined to find a next family, so he came to a high-end bar through someone's introduction.

He entered the arena with a group of fresh meats, and sat next to the rich second generation who wore the best clothes among them. The rich second generation pinched the flesh of the boy beside him, but he never even touched Qiao Xing's fingertips. For a while, he said "greedy", and for a while he said, "a bumpkin is a bumpkin, not only stupid, but also thinks a lot." Later, someone picked up a mobile phone and quietly took pictures in Qiao Xing's direction, and people in the venue began to ask him some insulting questions .

Although Qiao Xing was stupid, he could feel the malice in his words. He found an excuse to leave, but just as he stood up and pushed open the door of the box, he bumped into Wen Changrong who was outside the door.

At that time, he was really stupid. He didn't know that these sons and princes were actually inextricably linked. If there is no bar with the name of the Wen family, it is not necessarily the bar of the Wen family.

The door of the box was locked tightly by the waiter with a special chain, and the camera in the box was dimmed. Wen Changrong approached step by step, and the bright and beautiful men and women in the box all showed expressions of interest, looking at him like a monkey in a zoo.

Qiao Xing said sorry first in a panic, and Wen Changrong asked him if it was over.

The people around started booing, saying things like "Young Master Wen, if I remember correctly, you don't allow this kid to come out to steal chickens and dogs, what are you going to do with such a dishonest kid?" It’s a pig cage”, “I remember this child is an orphan, if he killed him, no one would come to identify the body, and no one would call the police anyway, so he can do whatever he wants.” and so on.

The 'Executioner' approached step by step, the escape route was locked tightly, surrounded by spectators, and the words seemed to really want him to die.

This fear of isolation and helplessness is probably only understood by the person concerned, Qiao Xing.

Maybe it was because he was really afraid of what Wen Changrong would do to him, or maybe it was because he felt wronged at the time, and after he had no escape, Qiao Xing said: "What happened today is my fault, but I want to get rid of the past with you. I really can't stand the agreement relationship..."

"A little thing that really takes itself seriously?" The people sitting on the sofa roared with laughter, "Where do you think Wen Shao is here? Come and leave whenever you want? Where do you put Shao Wen's face?"

……

'Knock knock', 'knock knock' knocked on the door regularly, Qiao Xing finally saw Wen Changrong's sharp eyes, and then opened them suddenly.

The consciousness came back slowly. Apart from the regular knocking on the door, there was also a piercing alarm in the room. Qiao Xing’s alarm is a staged alarm, once every 5 minutes, the sound will become louder and louder until the owner wakes up .

It seemed that there was no response after knocking on the door for a while, and the knocking outside the door became more forceful.

Wen Changze's voice came: "Qiao Xing? Qiao Xing, are you inside? If you don't reply, I'm going to ask someone to pry open the door..."

"Hey..." Qiao Xing responded a little too late, then got up and pressed the alarm.

"Qiao Xing?" Wen Chang outside the door called uncertainly.

Qiao Xing cleared his throat and raised his voice, "I'm here."

Wen Chang outside the door seemed greatly relieved, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay..." Qiao Xing pinched the center of his brows, regained a little sobriety, then got up and limped to open the door.

Wen Changrong's kick was really hard yesterday, and today it seems to hurt even more than yesterday.

Opening the door, Wen Chang saw that he was relieved first, then his eyes fell on his face, and he asked worriedly.

"...Did you not sleep well last night?"

"Ah..." Qiao Xing nodded as he thought of his nightmare last night, "Well... I didn't sleep well."

"That's it." Wen Chang looked at him, didn't ask carefully, just said: "Then come down to have breakfast first, and then come up later to catch up on sleep?"

"it is good."

……

After closing the door, Qiao Xing went back to the room. When he entered the bathroom, he found that his face was sallow, his eyes were dull, there were two huge dark circles under his eyes, and his entire face was swollen due to lack of sleep. Sausage Mouth, this can be summed up in three words without sleeping well, it turned into a slime overnight.

Qiao Xing didn't want to go down for breakfast for a moment.

He was afraid that Wen Chang would lose his appetite looking at his ugly face.

……

In the end, Qiao Xing insisted on having breakfast in the room on the grounds that he was not feeling well, while Wen Chang asked if he needed to see a doctor, and when he got the answer that he didn't need to, he didn't force him and let him go.

After breakfast, Qiao Xing sat in the room for a while, and finally took out his phone.

The text message from Chen Qifa was still on the interface. Qiao Xing looked at the text message for a while, and then at his own slime face in the mirror. After struggling for a long time, he finally decided to go to the studio.

After all, he really hasn't been to the studio for a long time. He has to check the contract this time, and also to see how the studio is doing during his absence. Condolences from staff...

Thinking of this, Qiao Xing took out his makeup box at the bottom of the suitcase from the suitcase, dumped everything on the sink, wiped things for himself with one hand, and dialed the Wen family driver with the other. phone.

His thigh still hurts and he can't drive by himself.

"Master, please get ready to get out of the car. I will go out in half an hour and go to the studio..."

After talking on the phone, Qiao Xing quickly applied the makeup on his face, covering those messy dark circles and bags under the eyes. Qiao Xing looked in the mirror and couldn't help feeling that he was the perfect work of the creator, even the sausage mouth was so handsome .

After finishing the base makeup, Qiao Xing was holding the eyebrow pencil and thinking about whether to draw a more handsome than Pan An or Wu Yanzu today, when the driver's call came again.

"Mr. Qiao, Mr. Wen is also going to the company. I happen to be on the way. I'll pick you up later, and then I'll pick up Mr. Wen. We'll walk through the east gate together, okay?"

"...Can I say no?"

"Then I will transfer the call to Mr. Wen?"

"...All right, all right." Qiao Xing was really timid.

He paused, and then said angrily, "But I have to do some shopping on the way later, so Mr. Wen doesn't mind the delay."

"Okay, Mr. Wen said, it's all right."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Xing stared at himself in the mirror for a moment.

When Wen Changrong was mentioned on the phone, he couldn't help but think of those fragmentary nightmares last night. Thinking of those nightmares, he thought of...

He looked at the handsome face in the mirror that had finally been 'crafted', and sighed silently.

While slandering Wen Changrong why he didn't have a good rest on Saturday and had to go to the company to work overtime, he closed his eyes suddenly, took the makeup remover and poured it on his face.

……

With the lessons learned from the last time he was so ugly as a male god, this time Qiao Xing didn't wear too exaggerated clothes, and he remembered to wear a peaked cap and a mask before going out.

When the car arrived at the gate of the mansion, Qiao Xing quickly took off the cap and mask, and was going to give the man a 'critic blow' as soon as Wen Changrong got in the car. It was best to let the man spit out the overnight meal.

After a while, Wen Changrong walked out of the mansion, opened the door and got in the car.

The man was stunned when he saw Qiao Xing as expected, then paused, and asked, "Did you rest well?"

"Hmm." Qiao Xing was a little dissatisfied seeing that Wen Changrong was not so ugly that he acted disgusting.

He has always been adhering to the idea that if I'm not comfortable, you don't want to be comfortable, so he started to say immediately: "The wound hurts too much, I couldn't sleep because of the pain last night."

"..." Wen Changrong's eyes fell on his tired face, he pursed his lips, opened his mouth to say 'hug...', but swallowed it when he saw his red and swollen lips, and just kept his face cold Ask: "Do you still do it?"

"..." Qiao Xing felt that the Lord's heart was getting harder and harder, and even the 'force guilt Dafa' was ineffective, so he could only sigh helplessly, and then leaned his head against the window on the other side in a very unprofessional and sleepy manner. Go up—as if you don't want to see the benefactor.

Now he was determined to leave Wen Changrong. Since he said that divorce was not an option, of course he had to find other ways, anyway, as long as Wen Changrong felt that he was very annoying.

It's terrible, Qiao Xiaoxing, Qiao Xing added drama to himself in his heart, and dared to show his face to the benefactor.

"..." Wen Changrong saw him like this, and as expected, his eyebrows gathered together, showing a very dissatisfied look.

Qiao Xing was prepared to be scolded at first, but after waiting for a long time, Wen Changrong turned around and sat upright without saying anything.

……

The car entered the urban area along the East Road, and Qiao Xing asked the driver to stop the car at the store near the studio.

"Isn't this still some distance from the studio?" Wen Changrong frowned as he watched him get out of the car and limped, "Why do you have to get out of the car here?"

"I'm going to buy some gifts."

"gift?"

"Well, didn't I get scolded for the Weibo incident last time? At that time, the studio was also scolded miserably." Qiao Xing said, "I bought something to coax the little ones, otherwise they would be too wronged to be scolded after me. Well, it won’t be good if you get scolded and run away.”

"Can you walk with this leg?"

"I'll just ask the shopkeeper to deliver it directly to the studio."

Wen Changrong looked at him for a while, then at the studio street not far away, nodded: "...OK."

The car door was closed, and Qiao Xing walked slowly into the shopping mall. The new driver saw the side face of the man looking out the window through the rearview mirror, and said, "Mr. Qiao has many attitudes similar to yours."

"Well," Wen Changrong looked away, and said, "He has been with me for seven years."

The driver nodded, seeing that Wen Changrong was sitting upright, he asked:

"Then Mr. Wen, go to the company now?"

"Don't go to the company, go home."

"go home?"

"Ah."

...

Qiao Xing entered the studio with the pre-ordered gift, and the children cheered as expected, and then he said it was to appease the placebo who was scolded last time because he caused the whole studio to suffer, but he was told: "That welfare Didn't I give it earlier?"

"Oh, let me just say, this is our boss' style of consoling people..." Employee A held the thermos cup he bought and shook his head: "Sure enough, the extraterrestrials gave us such generous benefits last time."

"..." Qiao Xing was in a daze. He went to the office and asked his assistant Chen Qicai to find out that as early as the third day after the Weibo incident broke out, someone came to deliver a few shopping cards with a face value of 666. Each employee has a piece of paper, and what they are talking about is the benefits of the Weibo incident, which is used to calm people's hearts.

Familiar shopping cards, familiar means of appeasement, everyone who is familiar with Wen's Group knows that Wen's Group likes to issue 666 and 888 shopping cards during the holidays. Qiao Xing knew at a glance that the previous benefits came from Wen Changrong. For a while, I felt a little complicated.

Unexpected, but not unexpected.

……

After finishing work, Qiao Xing received a call from Wen Changrong when he was about to get off work, saying that he was off work and picked him up to go home with him.

Qiao Xing didn't know why there were so many stopovers, but he was indeed tired when he was off work, so he didn't shirk, carrying a small bag and wearing a mask, wandering to the door.

At the door, Qiao Xing saw a well-dressed middle-aged man lying on the side of Wen's black Bentley, and seemed to be talking to Wen Changrong.

Then a document was handed into the car, and the middle-aged man raised his head and saw Qiao Xing, his eyes lit up.

"Hello, hello," hurriedly said goodbye to Wen Changrong, the middle-aged man quickly walked up to Qiao Xing, and stretched out his hand: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Qiao?"

"Yes..." Qiao Xing stretched out his hand for no reason, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"This is my business card." The middle-aged man stuffed a business card for him, "If you encounter any troubles that cannot be solved, you can come to me, and we can solve this trouble together."

The middle-aged man pronounced the word 'trouble' very emphatically, and gave Qiao Xing a meaningful look.

"?" Qiao Xing was at a loss, but before he could ask anything, Shen Hong gave him a cooperative smile, turned his head and left.

Qiao Xing lowered his head and saw the words 'Shen Hong' written on the business card, and his position was... CEO of XX Branch of Shen Group.

'Didi' Before Qiao Xing could think of anything, the black Bentley horn over there rang twice, probably because Wen Changrong couldn't wait any longer and asked the driver to urge him.

Qiao Xing could only hold the business card in his hand, and got into the car first.

The door closed, Qiao Xing sat firmly, and the driver started the car.

Wen Changrong opened his mouth: "The person who gave you his business card just now is Shen Hong, a member of the branch of the Shen family, and can also be said to be the biggest person in power in the branch."

"……Oh."

"He is cunning by nature and not easy to deal with. The Shen family has been fighting among themselves for the past year. You'd better not have any contact with him."

"……Oh."

Qiao Xing thought for a while, Shen Qinlan... seems to belong to the master's family?

As he thought about it, he saw a file bag beside Wen Changrong, which seemed to be the one Shen Hong gave just now.

Maybe it's the sixth sense, maybe it's the too strong referential words Shen Hong said just now.

Qiao Xing thought of something the moment he saw it, and asked, "Is that file bag...about Er Shao?"

"..." Wen Changrong paused, clenched his fingers a little bit, then nodded: "En."

"..."

"Stop doing it recently, be good." Wen Changrong sighed silently, his eyes fell on the corner of his scarred mouth, "Maybe the question will be answered soon."