Look good

The young man's ambiguous breath sprayed in his ears, and before Qiao Xing could react, Wen Changrong pulled him away from where he was.

The man's strength made Qiao Xing take a few steps back before he could stand still. Wen Changrong's face was frighteningly dark, and his gaze towards Qi Da was obviously not kind.

"Why are you so fierce?" Qi Da backed away with a frightened look, but his eyes and movements seemed artificial no matter how you looked at it.

Wen Changrong stepped forward to stand in front of Qiao Xing, and looked at the young man coldly: "I don't mind calling your parents if there is too little homework in college."

"I blocked your call with my parents' mobile phone a long time ago." Qi Da obviously came prepared, snorted and looked at Wen Changrong with his head raised: "And why are you so fierce! Your open marriage, I Jojo, what's the matter!"

"we do not……"

"Didn't you sleep with me too?"

"..." As soon as these words came out, Wen Changrong's slightly parted lips suddenly closed back, as if choked.

During the few seconds Wen Changrong was silent, Qi Da quickly leaned out half of his body and went out to look at Qiao Xing: "Brother Qiao, do you want to make an appointment?"

"..."

The young man's eyes blinked quickly, and the meaning of crazy hints was almost clearly written on his face.

"Mr. Wen has done it all, you have no reason not to do it, I have such a good figure..."

"..." Although Qiao Xing didn't know why Qi Da appeared here today and made such a fuss, the child's eyes were almost blinking out of cataracts, and he still couldn't see the deliberation in it, which was a bit unreasonable.

Qiao Xing looked down at his numb arm that was tightly held by the man, pursed his lips, and replied, "Okay..."

"Okay" before the two words could be finished, the man suddenly turned around and pulled Qiao Xing away from the spot, almost forcibly dragging him back.

"What are you doing?!" Qi Da didn't seem to expect this to happen, he was stunned for a few seconds before rushing forward to pull Wen Changrong: "This is an amusement park! Are you kidnapping people in broad daylight? You..."

"Kidnapping? We husband and wife have something to say in private, is there a problem?"

"I have something to say, why are you pulling Brother Qiao so hard?!"

Wen Changrong turned around to look at Qi Da: "Xiao Mingxing Qi, I advise you to think about what you do, and pay attention to your words and deeds in public. If someone surrounds you, you may end up dating a married man." tongue."

"I asked Brother Qiao because of you... You still know I'm a star!" Qi Da's eyes widened angrily: "I advise you to be polite to me, if I expose the things you did , you must be on the head of the news..."

"What did I do?" Wen Changrong asked Qi Da instead: "Sleep with you? Or with someone else? Do you still need to publicize these things? Isn't it everywhere on the Internet?"

"..."

"Also, Qi Da, you'd better be clear. It's reasonable for your parents to oppose you being a star. Whether it's a star or traffic, you are a god in the eyes of fans, but for me and all the capital, you are nothing but It’s just a pawn to make money, a kid playing tricks.” Wen Changrong said: “If you want to reveal anything, just reveal it, if it makes news, I’ll be considered a loser.”

"You..." Qi Da wanted to say something, but Qiao Xing shook his head, making a gesture to stop here.

Qi Da stopped talking, Wen Changrong turned around and pulled Qiao Xing forward, Qi Da was obviously still worried about the two of them, and kept a distance behind them.

"Sir," seeing Wen Changrong's situation and not knowing where he was going, Qiao Xing had no choice but to say, "Hands... are numb."

"..." Wen Changrong said nothing with a cold face, he just let go of Qiao Xing's wrist and walked away holding Qiao Xing's forearm instead.

The blood flowed, and Qiao Xing's palms suddenly went numb, so numb that he couldn't help curling up his feet, wanting to curse.

Of course, Qiao Xing could only scold in his heart when he saw the fierce profile of the gold master.

The two of them walked all the way to the corner outside the playground, where the walls were erected and shaded by trees, and there were very few pedestrians passing by.

Wen Changrong's movements were not gentle at all, pushing Qiao Xing to the corner of the wall. If Qiao Xing hadn't prepared to stabilize his body, he would have hit the wall hard with his shoulder just now.

Wen Changrong asked him coldly, "How are you going to explain it to me?"

"..." Qiao Xing didn't answer for the time being. He just raised his eyes and saw that although there were not many people passing by, there was a kindergarten on the opposite side of the road. There were teachers playing with children in the kindergarten playground. As long as you looked up, you could see clearly The scene here, and Qi Da, who has been following them, probably took out his mobile phone to shoot because he was worried, and probably posted it directly on the Internet because of his poor preparation.

After reading this, Qiao Xing raised his head unsteadily, and replied, "What's the explanation? I don't quite understand."

"What happened just now?!" Wen Changrong looked at him coldly, "Don't pretend to be me, Qiao Xing."

"I'm not pretending, I really don't understand." Qiao Xing said: "Didn't you see everything just now? Qi Da thought we were an open marriage, so he wanted to ask me for a date. That's it, what do you need to explain?" Is it?"

"..." The man squeezed his fingers hard, as if he was holding back his anger, "Do you think I'm an idiot? Anyone can see that you are in collusion with him."

"But I really didn't do anything." Qiao Xing looked up into the man's eyes and replied, "If you don't believe me, you can check my cell phone. I have never contacted Qi Da in this period of time. You can check it anyway. I I can give you your ID card."

"...Okay, even if you didn't collude." Wen Changrong asked him again: "Then what happened to the one you promised?"

"..."

"You'd better think about it carefully."

"...That's all right."

Hearing this answer, the man paused, as if he couldn't believe what he heard, and then his expression instantly became furious: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Qiao Xing stepped back subconsciously, and was forced to stop until his heels touched the wall.

The distance between the two is extremely close, and the difference in height and body shape gives people an invisible sense of oppression. Qiao Xing has been forced to the corner at this moment. He subconsciously looked up and saw that layers of shade covered most of the light. And he was completely hidden in the shadow of Wen Changrong's body, the teacher on the opposite side should not be able to see him at all, and whether Qi Da can take a picture of him is also a problem.

For some reason, Qiao Xing felt a little short of breath, and the inexplicable sense of oppression made his skin feel strangely numb. He opened his mouth and gasped for a few moments before he calmed down, and then said.

"...The separation of soul and flesh, didn't you say it yourself?"

"..."

"I guess I could too..."

"Are you sick, Qiao Xing?" Wen Changrong looked at him: "Or do you want to use this method to make me jealous and prove that I love you?"

"I don't think so."

"How did we sign the agreement when we were together, have you forgotten?"

"...The nurturing agreement?"

"Ah."

"That's right, the nurturing agreement states that I'm not allowed to have an affair with anyone, and I can't interfere with your freedom." Qiao Xing raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him: "So...do you think we are still in a nurturing relationship?"

"...?"

"If that's the case, I'll refund you the money from last month, and you don't have to give it to me from this month on, how about it?"

……

In the end, Wen Changrong didn't say yes or no, he just took Qiao Xing's phone away, dragged Qi Da's phone to the blacklist, and warned him not to put it back.

The two people's trip to the amusement park broke up badly, and they got into the car again before they started playing. Qiao Xing dozed off lazily against the glass of the car window. sleep.

……

The car returned to Wen's house and stopped in front of the small white building. The driver stopped the car. Qiao Xing opened the door. Wen Changrong sat at the other end with a cold and hard profile. The man didn't even turn his head until Qiao Xing got out of the car. .

At this time, Wen Chang was watering the flowers in the garden, and he was a little surprised to see that the two of them came back within an hour after going out.

After a brief moment of surprise, Wen Changze's eyes quickly fell on Qiao Xing's wrist.

Qiao Xing's skin is very fair, and a little color is very conspicuous, so the bruise on the wrist can be seen clearly from a long distance, which is extremely shocking.

"Master." Walking into the small courtyard, Qiao Xing smiled habitually, and greeted Wen Chang.

"En." Wen Chang nodded, and put down the kettle in his hand: "Come here."

"?" Qiao Xing wobbled over to the side of the wheelchair. As soon as he stood still, Wen Changze took his hand and opened the cuff of his sleeve, immediately revealing a large area of ​​bruised and purple finger marks on his wrist.

Wen Chang paused and asked, "How did you do it?"

"...Mister pinched it." Qiao Xing looked down at his wrist. In fact, he was a little surprised that it looked so serious. He didn't notice it before, as if he had been tied up for a long time.

"It's okay, it's not serious." Qiao Xing pulled down his sleeves to cover the wound, took his hand out of Wen Changze's hand indifferently, and stretched out his hand to pinch the bruise on purpose. "My skin is more prone to marks, which look scary, but actually don't hurt."

"..." Wen Chang was silent for a while before asking, "Did you quarrel?"

"Well, it is."

"Evergreen..." Wen Changze's eyes moved away from his wrist, and fell on the corner of his still-unhealed mouth: "Do you often use violence against you?"

"...That's not true." Qiao Xing paused for two seconds, then shook his head: "It's not very often, it's when he's sick..."

……

At midnight, a black Bentley drove into Wen's Manor from outside, and finally stopped at the gate of the mansion.

The car door opened, and a beautiful young man was sitting next to Wen Changrong. The smell of alcohol wafted out from the car as the door opened. The doorman, who was about to step forward to help him, stopped immediately and asked the colleague next to him in a low voice: "Is it Mr. Joe?"

"No, no, I didn't say that Mr. Wen went out to drink..."

In this way, the doorman did not rush to help Wen Changrong, but asked first: "Is the master drunk?"

"No." Wen Changrong said by himself.

"Ah, boss." The doorman hastily opened the door, but the man got out of the car without waiting for him to reach out.

The handsome young man sitting in the car saw that Wen Changrong's footsteps were steady and he really didn't look like he was drunk, so he quickly put on a smile and leaned out half of his body to look at Wen Changrong: "Shall I go upstairs, sir?"

"..." Wen Changrong didn't speak, his eyes only fell on the boy's beautiful pair of brown pupils.

Those brown pupils are of course full of expectations. Anyone who is familiar with Fengyue Field knows that if Mr. Wen is drunk, it is a hundred times not to approach, because it is very likely to be injured, but as long as he is not drunk Drunk, if you can go to bed once, you will get a lot of money.

"No need," Wen Changrong said, "Go back."

After saying this, Wen Changrong didn't care about the disappointed expression of the young man, he just turned his head and walked towards the gate of the mansion.

It's already one o'clock in the morning, and the autumn midnight is very cold, and the faint smell of alcohol is blown away with the cold wind. Wen Changrong looked at the open door of the mansion, but he didn't feel that the previous restless mood had changed because of the drink at night. Still bored.

Just two steps away, the phone in the man's pocket buzzed and vibrated again. Since yesterday...it should be the day before yesterday, after he sent Shen Qinlan a breakup text message, the phone hasn't stopped.

Wen Changrong didn't want to watch it at first, but he thought of Qiao Xing's tired face during the day, so he picked up his phone again and looked at it.

Unfortunately, the text message showed that it was not Qiao Xing, but an unfamiliar phone number and a familiar long speech.

Wen Changrong glanced at the convenience and clicked delete, and then blocked another number.

"Sir, you're back." Uncle Wu stepped forward.

"En." Wen Changrong responded, and when he looked up, he saw Uncle Chen coming out of the living room on the first floor.

When Chen Bo saw Wen Changrong, he bowed politely: "Mr. Wen, hello."

"Uncle Chen brought a stack of documents to look for you. If you are not here at night, I asked him to wait in the living room first." Uncle Wu explained.

"En." Wen Changrong nodded to show he knew, and asked Uncle Chen, "What's the matter?"

……

Uncle Chen brought a file folder, and on the top was a printed photo of a page of a book with early symptoms of anxiety written on it.

"Mr. Wen, Mr. Qiao often wakes up in the middle of the night and hasn't been able to sleep well for a long time. These young masters should have told you some time ago."

"Ah."

"In addition, when Mr. Qiao came back today, there was a ring of bruises on his wrist," Chen Bo said very euphemistically: "You should know this kind of injury, since it is bruised, it will definitely hurt, but Joe The husband stuck it to the bruise and pinched it fiercely, as if he didn't feel any pain."

"..."

"Mr. Qiao seems to have some mild anxiety disorder." Uncle Chen handed over a medical certificate written in delicate handwriting. This medical certificate was obviously written by Wen Changze. It described Qiao Xing's condition and anxiety in detail. Corresponding to the early manifestations of the disease. "Although it is mild, you also know that this disease is as uncomfortable as mild, and...Mr. Qiao's condition has been deteriorating."

"..."

"Mr. Wen, you are also a person who has suffered from mental illness, and you must understand the pain involved." Chen Bo said: "If you want to continue to maintain this relationship, maybe... you need to make a moderate change."

After saying this, Uncle Chen left the folder and left.

There is a lot of information in the folder. In addition to the book certificate, there is also a USB flash drive. There are two short video clips in the USB flash drive. One is shot in Wen Changze's room, and the other is shot outside Qiao Xing's room door. The dates were the day before yesterday and today, respectively. Qiao Xing's face did not appear in the video, but Qiao Xing's panicked cry when he woke up in the middle of the night could be clearly heard.

Wen Changrong only watched for a while before feeling tight in his chest, so he stretched out his hand and pressed the button to close it.

……

Qiao Xing slept until eleven noon the next day, and last night he had nightmares and insomnia, and then was lulled to sleep by Wen Changze reading.

He deeply felt that if he went on like this, he might not become a kid in kindergarten, and then he got up slowly at the speed of an old man.

After washing up, Qiao Xing went downstairs to see that Wen Chang was rarely at home. He heard from the maid that he had gone out to look at the flower garden. Today, on Monday, Wen Changrong must not be at home. Qiao Xing had lunch and planned to move to the studio as originally planned. brick.

The marks on his wrist became darker today and looked even more terrifying, but fortunately, Qiao Xing is usually a 'fashionable man', so he put on long fingerless gloves that cover his forearms. It's not against the peace, and it's pretty handsome.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Qiao Xing nodded with satisfaction, put some concealer on the wound at the corner of his mouth, put on a mask and set off.

Sitting in the car, Qiao Xing took his mobile phone and seriously debated whether to release Qi Da from the blacklist. He had been thinking about this question since he came back yesterday, but he hadn't figured out why. After all... that Wen Changrong Old lunatic, if you really check his call records, maybe what will happen.

As he thought so, the car arrived at its destination. As soon as Qiao Xing got out of the car, he saw Qi Da in a bright yellow sweater talking to Chen Qi at the front desk with his butt pouted.

"Call me..."

In the middle of the conversation between the two over there, Qiao Xing walked in: "What are you doing?"

"Boss!" Chen Qi breathed a sigh of relief, "You are finally here, this Mr. Qi Xiao is looking for you!"

"Brother Qiao!" Qi Da was overjoyed when he saw him, and then walked up to him a few steps and touched him here and there: "Are you okay?!"

"It's okay, it's okay..." Qiao Xing felt itchy, and hurriedly hid aside, "You came to find me?"

"Yes!" Qi Da looked him up and down, and after seeing that he was not injured, he said, "I couldn't get through to you last night, so I wondered if Mr. Wen took your mobile phone and blocked me .”

"... quite smart."

"Running to make an announcement this morning, there is no class this afternoon, so I hurried to find you." Qi Da breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, you are fine."

"Speaking of which," Qiao Xing led Qi Da to his office, "Why did you suddenly appear there yesterday?"

"...I had a meal with Lao Zhao the day before yesterday, and we chatted about you by the way." Qi Da raised his eyes and glanced at him quickly, "It's just me and Lao Zhao who talked, the others don't I know! It’s okay, right?”

"Oh, it's alright."

Seeing that his face didn't change, Qi Da went on to say: "Anyway... I know everything about you and Mr. Wen. Lao Zhao said that you can't get divorced, and he also mentioned what you said about Mr. Wen's separation of body and soul the other day. I'm so angry about it..."

"..."

"So I tried to find a way to displease Mr. Wen Wen!" Qi Da glanced at him again: "Didn't I cause you any trouble?"

"...No." Qi Da was also kind, looking at the child in front of him, Qiao Xing reached out and rubbed the boy's hairy head: "Thank you."

"No... You're welcome!" Qi Da looked at him again: "Brother Qiao, shall we have a meal together later?"

"Uh……"

"We're chatting too! I'll help you find a way, we haven't seen each other for so long..."

Qiao Xing thought about the way Wen Changrong warned him with a cold face yesterday not to contact Qi Da, and then looked at the child in front of him with bright eyes who "risked his life" to help him.

Hmm... What Wen Changrong said was that he was not allowed to call Qi Da, he didn't say that he was not allowed to play together.

Qiao Xing nodded: "Okay, but I have to wait until I finish my work."

"Totally ok!"

……

Qiao Xing was so busy in the afternoon that he didn't even touch the ground, but fortunately, Qi Da probably got to know Qiao Xing's tastes beforehand, so he set the location at a Haidilao restaurant, and most of the dishes he ordered were Qiao Xing's favorites.

Why worry, only food.

The two sat by the window, the Haidilao waiter dutifully helped them get the food, Qi Da chirped like a little sparrow, Qiao Xing was a master who could chat with anyone, even if he didn't see him A lot, a meal is not cold at all.

The two of them were halfway through eating, but the diners behind Qiao Xing became quiet for some reason. Qi Da was happily saying that he was going to go swimming in the winter, when Qiao Xing heard a sinister sound from his side:

"Are you happy to eat?"

"..." Qiao Xing almost threw all the chopsticks into the soup.

He turned his head, and saw Wen Changrong standing behind him expressionlessly, while the women around watched Wen Changrong's blushing, secretly watching, and some even secretly took out their mobile phones.

"Sir... sir." Qiao Xing struggled to utter two words, feeling like he was being raped for no reason.

But he thought again that he didn't have an affair, so he was afraid of getting punched.

So he smiled: "Would you like to come and eat together?"

"Didn't you receive the text message I said to pick you up after get off work?"

"..." This Qiao Xing really didn't know, he hurriedly picked up his phone to check, only to see that there was indeed an unread text message.

"I was too busy in the afternoon, I didn't have time to look at my phone..."

The corner of Wen Changrong's mouth raised, and he glanced coldly at Qi Da who was opposite him: "You don't have time to look at your phone, but you have time to have dinner with others."

"I……"

Before Qiao Xing had time to say anything, the man pulled him up and walked out—but this time, Wen Changrong deliberately avoided the place where he was wearing a long glove, and pulled the upper arm instead.

"Oh my god, you're so cool and jealous..." a diner said enviously.

……

Wen Changrong's pace was fast, obviously a little angry, but he didn't drag and drag like last time, and the strength in his hand also restrained.

It's hard to talk in a crowded place, and the two quickly came to the car parked by the road. Wen Changrong angrily let go of Qiao Xing's hand.

"That's why you want to have sex with Qi Da?"

"...?"

"I just told you yesterday that you are not allowed to contact him. Why? Ignore it? Can't wait today?"

"...You only said that you are not allowed to make phone calls, but you didn't say that you are not allowed to meet each other." Qiao Xing said, "Besides, what does this have to do with hookups? We are just having a meal."

"A 'simple' meal with someone who wants to ask you out?"

"..."

Fine.

Seeing Wen Changrong like this, he couldn't believe it.

Qiao Xing chose to shut up.

"..." The man's chest heaved slightly because of anger. Seeing that Qiao Xing didn't speak, Wen Changrong closed his eyes again, and then said, "I thought about it last night, about the separation of the soul and the flesh that you said that day. .”

"?"

"If you mind that much, I won't find anyone else in the future," Wen Changrong said, "I promise you."

"..." Although Qiao Xing felt that he didn't ask Wen Changrong to do that, Wen Changrong's words were so shocking that he couldn't react for a while.

After being shocked for a while, Qiao Xing hesitated and asked, "Are you serious?"

"Ah."

"...No one is looking for it? Physical problems need to be solved and they don't look for them? They don't look for them when they go out to play?"

"Hmm." Wen Changrong seemed to be annoyed by his question, frowning and looking at him a little irritatedly: "I'll go home and sleep later."

"...What about Shen Qinlan?"

Wen Changrong turned his head and took a look at him. The man knew that for so many years, Shen Qinlan had always been an insurmountable threshold between the two of them.

"I have separated from him, and I have blocked all contact information."

"Is it okay to not reconcile? What if that incident was a misunderstanding, you were..."

"It's not just because of this incident that I separated from him." Wen Changrong turned to look at him, feeling the need to explain this issue clearly: "I said it before, I thought a lot about it."

"..."

"I gave up Shen Qinlan not on impulse. You know what happened during this period. There are too many differences between me and him. I am no longer young and self-willed, but he still seems to be living in the past. Career view life We are not the same in many ways, from outlook to behavior.”

"..."

"When I was young, I loved him passionately and unscrupulously, and thought he was very lively, but now I just feel..." Wen Changrong shook his head, "It's not appropriate."

"..." Qiao Xing looked up at the man's expressionless face. Although his expression was also expressionless, he could tell that Wen Changrong was serious about what he said and had thought about it for a long time.

"But," Qiao Xing still felt that this was too fast, he said, "Shen Qinlan is not good, but I also..."

"You have been by my side for so many years, what you looked like before, and what you look like after you come to me. To be honest, I have watched you grow up for so many years, and I have taught you in many places. "

"..."

"There is nothing wrong with the person I brought out with my own hands." Wen Changrong's eyes fell on him, and Qiao Xing's face was reflected in his cold gray pupils, as if there was a rare sincerity. "Besides, I've been watching you all the time, and I'm doing very well."

"..."

Wen Changrong saw that he was silent, so he said: "If there is no problem, it will be like this. I will not look for others in the future, and you can't look for others. I know you only like to be at the bottom, and Qi Da is also at the bottom, but I still hope you I can keep a distance from him, and, those two foreigners, I don't want to see you have any contact with them."

"..."

There was a long silence in the car.

After Wen Changrong said those words, Qiao Xing kept his head down and didn't answer.

The man looked down at Qiao Xing's silent appearance, pursed his thin lips slightly, and pressed the button to lock the car door with his fingers.

"...Okay." Qiao Xing said, "I agree."

"But this is the last time. I hope you can abide by the agreement, sir. After all, you are also the head of the Wen Group. You must speak your word and you can't lie to such a poor little guy like me."

……

The two of them 'reconciled' so inexplicably.

Although Qiao Xing said he agreed that day, he actually didn't hold much hope. He was ready to catch Wen Changrong having sex with other ducklings the next day, but five days passed without incident. .

Now Wen Changrong would come back later in the evening except for social gatherings. At other times, he would arrive home on time to have dinner with Qiao Xing, and then the two of them would either go out for a walk, or just sit at home and watch TV.

Qiao Xing checked Wen Changrong's blazer, shirt, etc. eight hundred times, not to mention lipstick marks, not even a scent of perfume, so clean that he had an unreal feeling that he had time-traveled.

A few days later, news came from the "God of Songs" program group that the show would start filming ahead of schedule.

Wen Changrong informed him of the news, and asked by the way: "I heard that this program sometimes takes nearly eight hours to record, and requires a mentor to lead the team. It may be busy. Can you participate?"

"Of course!" Qiao Xing didn't understand why.

"No more insomnia?"

"...It seems to be gone, it's not too serious anyway." Qiao Xing said: "Don't worry! Make money! I'm sure!"

……

On the day the filming of "The God of Songs" started, Wen Changrong went with him. The man specially drove the extended Lincoln at home to see him off. Those who knew it was to record a show, but those who didn't know it thought they were coming to walk the red carpet.

When I went to the program group, everyone was very polite to Qiao Xing - her husband is the biggest sponsor of the program, so can you be polite.

It has been a long time since Qiao Xing got such good treatment. When Qiao Xing walked down from Lincoln, he felt that his footsteps were a little floating, and it was unreal to step on the clouds.

"I'm so envious of you and Mr. Wen." After Wen Changrong left, another guest of the program group looked at Qiao Xing and said with emotion, "You two are so sticky together in college. After all these years, you are still so sticky."

The guest's name was Cheng Jun, who used to be Wen Changrong's junior. Back then, Qiao Xing often went to Wen Changrong's school, so he met Cheng Jun. The two had a good relationship.

However, Cheng Jun studied at a university in China for two years, and then went abroad to study music.

"..." Qiao Xing bowed his lips politely and said, "Thank you."

……

Qiao Xing started to get busy.

The so-called master's practice depends on the individual. Although there is Wen Changrong as a mountain, the program team will try to edit clips of his positive image, but this is a variety show after all. He has no experience, so the program team only records one episode a week. Hurry up and do some homework to improve your performance.

Qiao Xing was relatively busy, but the two of them still had time to stick together. After a few days, Qiao Xing left work early on the night after recording the second episode of the show. He had just returned to Wen's house and parked the car when he found that There is an extra familiar Maserati in the garage.

As usual, Qiao Xing would go to the main house to say hello to Wen Changrong when he came back, but this time Qiao Xing didn't, he didn't even go through the gate, but walked upstairs through the side door, and went directly to the place where Wen Changrong often went to talk about things study room.

Before reaching the door, Qiao Xing saw the two entangled in the study.

Lost brand-name shirts and trousers all over the place, with a tall figure and wanton breathing, it was Shen Qinlan who was in Wen Changrong's arms.

After confirming that the two people in the room were correct, Qiao Xing paused, stayed for a while, and quietly left the study floor.

……

The clock pointed to ten o'clock, and Shen Qinlan put on his clothes and trousers and walked out of the study first. The moment he came out, his footsteps paused, as if he was frightened.

Qiao Xing leaned against the wall opposite the study door, saw Shen Qinlan coming out, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and greeted Shen Qinlan as usual.

"Second Young Master."

"..." Shen Qinlan's eyes fell on him, and the expression on his face quickly changed from surprise to a half-smile: "Good evening, Qiao Xing."

"Hello too."

Wen Changrong came out after him, and his reaction when he saw Qiao Xing was much stronger than that of Shen Qinlan.

The man didn't even have time to button his shirt. The moment he saw Qiao Xing, he stood still as if he had been stabbed. Qiao Xing also saw the man's pupils contracted in a rare way, as if surprised.

It looks a little funny.

But Wen Changrong is worthy of being Wen Changrong, the man quickly returned to his usual appearance, and calmly said to Shen Qinlan: "Qinlan, you go back first."

"Oh." Hearing Wen Changrong let him go, Shen Qinlan clenched his fists, but then returned to normal, looked at the two with a half-smile, straightened his clothes, turned and went downstairs.

……

Shen Qinlan disappeared at the end of the stairs, and Wen Changrong's clothes were buttoned.

The two stood facing each other at the door of the study, and the cold light shone down, making it so bright that it dazzled people's eyes.

"Mr. Wen," Qiao Xing looked at Wen Changrong and blinked, "Do you feel like you're farting?"

"..."

Wen Changrong didn't answer.

"Here." Qiao Xing didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so he just handed over a stack of documents and a signature pen that he ran back to get. "Let's sign."

Wen Changrong raised his head and saw that the title of the document was in large characters: Divorce Agreement.