Look good

Wen Changze's font is long and smooth, in fact, what is written on the card is a truth that will be uttered to death. Qiao Xing has seen it countless times in various chicken soup soft texts, but at this moment he is looking at the moment when the words are typed. But I felt heat rushing into my blood vessels, and my heart was beating vigorously.

——Like a long-lost new student.

He held the card tightly with his fingers, and his eyes scanned it back and forth countless times, reading every word, every sentence, every stroke, as if he wanted to swallow that sentence thoroughly and digest it completely.

After reading it over and over again in this way, Qiao Xing finally regained consciousness after about five or six minutes. He remembered in a trance that although the freshman felt like he hadn’t seen it for a long time, he felt that it felt a little familiar. The last time it was like this, it seemed... Time to get that bottle of Winter Solstice.

The paper was going to be stared through, and his eyes couldn't take it anymore, so Qiao Xing could only rub the paper again, then refolded it reluctantly, and put it in his pocket.

In the end, he hesitated for a moment, turned back the mobile phone that had been set to airplane mode, and then clicked on the number that he hadn't contacted for a long time after he was about to come.

[Master, I saw the card, thank you. 】

After finishing writing, Qiao Xing felt that his tone was not in place, so he changed "thank you" to "thank you very much", and finally changed it to "thank you very much", and added a playful QAQ at the end, so he sent it out.

After posting, Qiao Xing stared at the phone stupidly for a long time, and then realized that Wen Chang is different from a person like him who can't leave his mobile phone. Wen Chang is not watering the garden at this time, or playing with the plants. Huahua, she won't return him right away.

Ugh.

Qiao Xing stared at the phone for a while, seeing that Wen Changze still didn't want to call him back, and was afraid that Wen Changrong would call in a while to 'excuse the teacher', so he reluctantly turned on the airplane mode again and started playing the video.

You said that it would be great if Wen Changrong wouldn't look for him, so that he could wait until the text message from the male god and have a chat.

……

Qiao Xing's cell phone battery was successfully cleaned by him. In order to prevent Wen Changrong from coming to block him after get off work, Qiao Xing left an hour early, and went directly to the agreed bar to wait for someone after eating.

It's a pity that the Tao is one foot tall and the devil is ten feet tall. Qiao Xing sat at the bar half an hour earlier, waiting, waiting for someone to come, but there was a tall man beside the person he was dating.

If it's not Wen Changrong, who else is it?

Qiao Xing made an appointment today with the manager of a recently popular niche student. The next episode of "God of Songs" he participated in will have a mentor invite foreign singers to sing together. Of course, this session does not require him to sing well, but It is the program team who is investigating the 'professional ability' of the tutors in a disguised form. The program has just started filming recently, and the ratings are so-so. It is necessary to attract some new blood flow to increase the ratings. Except for a few big-name tutors, all other tutors have to be recruited.

Qiao Xing thinks that the young student who has become popular recently is not bad. He has both singing skills and a certain amount of traffic, which is beneficial without losing face.

But after all, he is a popular niche, Qiao Xing spent a while contacting this agent, and finally met today.

It is rumored that this agent is not very talkative. Qiao Xing had done a lot of homework before, but... his eyes fell on the agent who was smiling and nodding beside Wen Changrong, and felt that he probably didn't need those homework today. up.

……

As Qiao Xing thought, this meeting became effortless because of Wen Changrong's arrival.

At that time, the agent said that it would be fine to send people directly to Wen Changrong's bed, not to mention going to the scene to sing.

Qiao Xing leaned on his chin with one hand, and shook the wine glass with the other hand. The clear yellow liquid in the glass reflected beautifully under the neon lights. He glanced aimlessly at the noisy crowd downstairs, and listened to Wen Changrong's answer. : "No, it's not my type."

"Then Mr. Wen, what type do you like? I have many people under my command..."

It was probably the first time I came into contact with Wen Changrong, the manager's face was flushed with excitement, Wen Changrong refused repeatedly, but he was still trying to be a lobbyist, not like a manager, but like a pimp.

After talking about the matter, the three drank a lot of wine. Although Qiao Xing was the partner in this matter, most of the time it was the manager and Wen Changrong who were talking, and Qiao Xing looked like a professional wine escort.

After drinking the wine, the manager couldn't even stand still, but he still didn't forget to pimp, "I remember, Mr. Wen, you and Qi... There was a scene, you like that kind! I remember... "

Before the words were finished, the manager was carried out by the bartender who came up, and Wen Changrong wiped his cuffs and fingers with a tissue, then got up and walked downstairs with Qiao Xing.

While walking, the man said to Qiao Xing: "Next time, just ask someone to tell me. There's no need to waste a night."

"..." I don't know if it's because of alcohol or illness, but at this moment Qiao Xing felt a little fluttering on the soles of his feet. He reacted for a while before answering: "I'm not you, I have to waste the whole night."

"Then you can't call me?"

"If you talk about it, it means you are doing an exchange, and it's not my connection."

Wen Changrong frowned, "What? You're not happy about this today..."

Before he finished speaking, a beautiful young man walked out of the crowd in front of him. Holding a glass of wine in his hand, the young man walked towards Wen Changrong directly, his voice full of intimacy.

"Mr. Wen."

Wen Changrong and Qiao Xing turned their heads according to the sound, and the man asked inexplicably, "Who are you?"

"Xiao Zhe," the young man handed over the wine in the glass, "I drank with you a few days ago."

"A few days ago? I didn't come out at all a few days ago."

"Oh! It was last time! You took me home, the one with the small fountain at the entrance..."

Qiao Xing's gaze fell on the young man's brown pupils, as if he had guessed something, but before he walked away knowingly, another woman with a red wine glass came over, "Mr. Wen, long time no see."

The woman was well dressed, but her eyes were more charming. Wen Changrong didn't remember the young man, but he clearly remembered the woman. The man frowned slightly, and subconsciously glanced at Qiao Xing.

Wen Changrong was about to open his mouth to explain something, but Qiao Xing's eyes swept over the people in front of him. Seeing his mother Sang Ye in the corner of the bar looking at this side eagerly, he raised the corners of his mouth amusedly, and then leaned back. He leaned close to Wen Changrong's ear.

"Sir, how about a movie line? I went downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes and met ten men who fucked you?"

"..."

"Are you... the bar where I drink is full of men...women you fucked?"

"..."

"It's amazing."

……

On the return journey, Qiao Xing was not drunk, but because of the alcohol, his headache when he got up in the morning seemed to be more severe. When he stepped into the small courtyard, he felt his throat was burning, but his body was so cold that he wanted to shiver.

When he stepped into the house, he almost fell, but fortunately, there was a shoe cabinet by the door to save him from hitting the ground.

Wen Chang over there shook his wheelchair to see him when he heard the movement, he was relieved to see that he was fine, raised his eyes and asked in surprise: "Why is your face so red?"

Qiao Xing just wanted to say that he had drunk, but then he thought that he smelled badly of alcohol at the moment, so he stood up straight to make sure that his breath would not spray on Wen Changze, and then said: "Today we are talking about things, I drank some wine .”

"Drinking shouldn't be so popular." Wen Chang called him: "Come here, bend down."

……

Qiao Xing seemed to have a fever.

Due to drinking, Wen Chang didn't ask him to take medicine or get an injection immediately, but asked Chen Bo to prepare warm water and a towel, and was going to wipe his forehead and the exposed skin to cool down.

Qiao Xing lay on the sofa and sneezed several times, and the maid brought a thick blanket to cover him, put his arms outside for easy wiping, and then stepped back not far away to fiddle with the phone.

After everything was ready, Chang Wen turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the room, picked up a warm towel and patiently wiped his palms over and over again.

Qiao Xing also had a warm towel covering his forehead, so he could only look sideways at Wen Changze at the moment.

The man in the wheelchair narrowed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes drooping down, as thick as two feather fans, giving people an extremely peaceful feeling under the warm light.

Wen Changrong's eyelashes are equally long, and the facial features of the two brothers are very similar, but probably because of his temperament, Wen Changrong's downcast eyes have never had such a sense of peace in his bones, it will only make people feel like a tiger or leopard resting with their eyes closed.

"Young master..." Qiao Xing asked the question he had always wanted to ask: "Why do you and your husband have such similar facial features even though you were obviously not born by the same mother?"

"...Because our mother is a pair of twin sisters."

"Ah?" Qiao Xing paused for a moment, then asked again, "Twin sisters... will they be so similar?"

"Theoretically, no, but no one can say for sure about this kind of problem. Two people from all over the world will look alike without any blood relationship."

"..."

"Maybe it's just because God can't make so many different faces, so he gave the same face to two people."

"...That's a pity."

"?How to say?"

"I always thought that my handsome face was unique. According to this, there must be someone like me in the world, wouldn't it be competing with me..."

Wen Chang couldn't help but laugh. Hearing this, he raised his head and saw Qiao Xing's slightly flushed cheeks and slightly ignorant but moist eyes due to illness, and shook his head after a while. "Will not."

"Ok?"

"Even if the facial features are the same, I won't be as good-looking as you, and I can't compete with you for favor."

"..." Qiao Xing was stunned for a few seconds.

Wen Chang actually praised him for his good looks? !

Such a simple sentence seemed to have given Qiao Xing great encouragement. He turned his mind that was clouded by illness, stared blankly at Wen Changze for a while, and asked again:

"...By the way, Master Zhang Ze, when did you know about my relationship with Mr.?"

It was actually a bit late to ask this question, but the two of them were not so familiar with each other earlier, Qiao Xing felt that it was awkward to ask, so the two of them tacitly did not talk about it.

Now that Qiao Xing asked suddenly, Wen Chang also paused before answering truthfully: "I knew it from the beginning."

"In the beginning?"

"Well, after all, it's Changrong's husband, of course I've heard your name from the elders."

"..." Qiao Xing began to feel that his original performance was awkward, he coughed lightly, and asked again: "Then why... you said you didn't know me at first?"

"Because of the situation at the time, and... my sixth sense told me that you don't want me to know you." As if seeing his embarrassment, Wen Chang smiled and said, "Actually, I said no at that time." I've been observing your expression since I met you, if you show displeasure or disbelief, I'm going to change my words and say I know you right away, but...you didn't."

"..."

"It seems that you are still a little happy?"

"...cough." Although such an answer was expected, Qiao Xing still felt a little uncomfortable. He moved his eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "Then ask me to send flowers to some servant..."

"I've heard of your name but I don't know what you look like." Wen Chang laughed: "Seeing how you sweep the floor so reservedly every day, I thought it was a mistake, so I just..."

"At once?"

"Thought a way to test you."

"what?"

"Actually, the Wen family doesn't have a foreman like Aunt Li. Your bouquet of flowers couldn't be delivered."

"..." Qiao Xing felt that Wen Changrong was a big chicken thief, and Wen Chang was obviously not bad either.

"I'm sorry," Wen Chang held back his smile, and apologized to him seriously, "No matter what the reason is, it's wrong to lie to you."

"...It's okay, it's okay." Wen Changze was so solemn, which made Qiao Xing even more embarrassed: "Besides, I lied to you first, and I should say I'm sorry."

Wen Chang smiled, "It's okay, I was deceived voluntarily."

"..." Qiao Xing's eyes fell on the man's warm eyebrows, he pursed his lips, and his fingers curled up slightly because of nervousness: "Then you know... my birth, right? And those things with Mr.?"

"……Know."

"You... don't you think you dislike me?" Qiao Xing said, "That's right, my husband and I used to be in a nurturing relationship. I'm not a child of a rich family..."

"If I dislike you, why are you still busy?" Wen Chang was dumbfounded by his stupidity, "And... I don't know what this has to do with birth?"

"Like attracts like, rich people should only be friends with rich people..."

"Nonsense." Wen Chang shook his head, "It's enough that you are fine, it has nothing to do with anything else."

"...I think I'm so stupid." Qiao Xing looked at Wen Changze's face and whispered, "Obviously I should get the moon first, but I wasted so much time on people who shouldn't be wasting..."

……

Although it was hard to be sick, Qiao Xing slept well that night.

The next day, he washed up and wanted to go to work as usual. When he went out, he saw the familiar black Bentley parked outside the courtyard. He thought he was hallucinating.

Qiao Xing was stunned for a few seconds, the door over there had been opened, and Wen Changrong got out of the car to call him.

"boarding."

"?what?"

"Go to work."

"..."

Sitting in the car, there was a fat man in the passenger seat. The man greeted Qiao Xing and smiled like a Maitreya Buddha: "Hello, Mr. Qiao, I am Mr. Wen's new assistant."

"Hello."

Qiao Xing didn't know why.

The two got into the car, Wen Changrong pushed down the front fender, and explained to Qiao Xing solemnly.

"When I was at the bar yesterday, I told the agent that the starlet is not my type so I don't need to send it to bed. It's just a habitual excuse for rejection."

"?" Qiao Xing was a little confused.

"...I don't mean that you can send the one you like to the bed. I've already promised you that I won't do it again." Seeing Qiao Xing's bewildered look, Wen Changrong's face became a little cold for a moment, and he asked him in a blunt tone: "Understand?"

"..." Those who knew it were explaining what they said yesterday, but those who didn't know it thought the boss was lecturing.

Qiao Xing looked at Wen Changrong strangely, and replied indifferently, "Oh!"

Wen Changrong glanced at him sullenly: "Let's have dinner together after get off work today."

"I..." Qiao Xing began to think about what excuses to make.

"If you are so busy with everything, just tell me if you have something to talk about every day, and I'll find someone to talk to."

"..."

Fine.

Wen Changrong said that, what can Qiao Xing say.

He turned his head to look out the window, and did not refuse, as a default.

The two were silent for a while, and Wen Changrong's mobile phone sent a notification sound, and the message was a few simple words [Be gentle]

Wen Changrong glanced at the text message, a little irritable expression appeared on his face, and then he said patiently: "I ordered the crayfish from XX Hotel tonight, the kind you like."

"... Oh." Qiao Xing pointed to his throat and made a hoarse voice: "I have a cold and my throat is sore. The doctor said I can't eat spicy food."

Wen Changrong frowned: "You caught a cold today after you were fine yesterday?"

"Then I don't want to either..."

……

Qiao Xing came to the studio in Wen Changrong's car, walked into the office through the corridor, and suddenly smelled a sweet fragrance, and looked up, and saw a large bouquet of red roses on the table.

There are countless roses, but the sunflowers that are prominently placed are squeezed into the corner.

"Mr. Wen sent it, and it was delivered early in the morning." Chen Qi explained to him: "I counted, and there are 36 flowers in total. What does it seem to mean 'my heart belongs to you'?"

"..."

The rose was finally placed in the hall. Qiao Xing took some medicine according to Wen Changze's instructions yesterday, and then began to work honestly.

The agent I met yesterday sent him a few more text messages, mostly asking about Wen Changrong's preferences. Qiao Xing hesitated for a moment, and only replied to him with a few words: "Wear brown colored contact lenses, pretend to be good." . '

……

In the past few days, Wen Changrong's new assistant was inseparable from Wen Changrong for some reason. If it wasn't for the body and appearance that Wen Changrong would like, Qiao Xing would have thought that assistant was Wen Changrong's new love.

During this period of time, Wen Changrong was back to the good man he had promised to be. Except for the dinners, he was with Qiao Xing. Every day, he had to eat together no matter what, and Qiao Xing's mouth was about to fade out.

Normally, Qiao Xing would have protested a long time ago, but recently he wasn't thinking about it, so he didn't say much.

He was busy attacking Wen Changze.

Busy with work during the day, Wen Changrong dragged him out for dinner in the afternoon, and at night, it was time for him and Wen Changze.

In order to attack Wen Changze, he did a lot of homework on flowers and psychology, so as to start a conversation with Wen Changze.

After so many days of hard work, Qiao Xing and Wen Changze became more and more familiar, and also understood Wen Changze better.

For example, Wen Chang only eats vegetarian food, but he doesn’t care that Qiao Xing eats meat. When the time is right, the kitchen will even prepare spicy crayfish for him. For example, Wen Chang really likes flowers, like Even if Qiao Xing is not really suffering from insomnia, as long as he says 'I want to hear you study', Wen Chang will be by his bedside Read it to him until he falls asleep.

The more I get to know him, the more I feel that Wen Chang is really an extremely gentle person.

——How can people not like such a person?

During this period of time, Wen Chang seemed to be Qiao Xing's only consolation after returning home from a tiring day, and it was also the only reason why he didn't feel depressed when he returned to Wen's house.

……

Another afternoon, Wen Changrong took Qiao Xing to a Michelin restaurant for a meal. In the evening, the two drove home together, but a familiar Maserati stood in front of the door. The iron gate of Wen's house was tightly closed, and several bodyguards Very troubled look standing on both sides.

The Maserati was blocked at the entrance, and Wen Changrong's car couldn't get in. The driver just turned his head and asked, "Do you want to switch to another door, sir?" The door of the Maserati over there opened, and Shen Qinlan walked over.

"He'll have to stay here for a few days if he changes the door." Wen Changrong rubbed his forehead, watching Shen Qinlan approaching with a headache.

The young man slapped the car window several times, Wen Changrong lowered the window and asked, "What's the matter?"

"..." Shen Qinlan didn't answer, just glanced into the car, saw Qiao Xing in the car, and sneered: "You two are still together."

Wen Changrong sat up straight, hiding Qiao Xing's figure behind him: "Let me ask again, what's the matter?"

Shen Qinlan ignored him, and only said: "It's really worthy of being called Mr. Wen's dog, we can still be together, love is stronger than gold."

"Shen Qinlan."

"You get out of the car, or you let him go." Shen Qinlan said, "I have something to talk to you alone."

"Say something now, or don't say it."

"No, I'm not used to talking to my master and the dog is still..."

Qiao Xing opened the door with a 'click' and got out of the car from the other side.

"Qiao Xing!" Wen Changrong called him from inside the car.

"It's really inconvenient for you to chat with Ms. Shen. How can I listen to women's affairs." Ms. Shen's three words were not a slip of the tongue. Shen Qinlan's face changed drastically and he gritted his teeth, but Qiao Xing didn't care Waving his hand: "Talk slowly, it's not surprising that a man and a woman want to reconcile, but don't embarrass me in the future. Mr. Wen asked me to eat with him during this period, not by myself."

After finishing speaking, Qiao Xing didn't bother to listen to what was going on behind him, so he just walked straight forward. After walking for a while, the driver who saw the opportunity drove up and took him back to Xiaobailou.

……

After Qiao Xing's back completely disappeared from sight, Shen Qinlan took out an envelope straight to the point.

"Look, you are the one who wants to be with me even if you tear your face apart."

"……what?"

"You'll know just by looking at it."

"..." Wen Changrong frowned, and reached out to take the envelope bag.

Open the envelope, and the first thing you see is a stack of photos.

Wen Changrong took out one, and the photo was doubled, and it looked blurry, like a gossip accompanying a paparazzi.

The location was taken at the door of the room, the light was dim, and Wen Changze could only be seen sitting on the side of the bed with his head down reading through the gap of the half-open door, while Qiao Xing lay on the bed and looked at Wen Changze with his head slightly turned sideways.

Wen Changrong paused, then looked up at Shen Qinlan: "What do you mean?"

"Don't understand the meaning of the photo?"

"You said that Qiao Xing and Wen Changze had an affair?" Wen Changrong's eyes were slightly stern, but he quickly shook his head and stuffed the photo back into the envelope: "Wen Changze has an incompetent personality."

"Does Qiao Xing have to do it?" Shen Qinlan smiled: "I heard people say...they have been flirting with each other for a while, since Qiao Xing lived in Wen's house."

"Impossible." Wen Changrong was very firm.

"Didn't you install surveillance cameras at your elder brother's house?" Shen Qinlan said, "You can find out all the previous videos and take a look."

"..."

Wen Changrong didn't speak.

Shen Qinlan's goal was achieved, and he didn't bother to talk nonsense, turned around and got into the Maserati, and drove away from the spot with a buzz.

"Mr. Wen?" the driver said.

"Go back first." After speaking, Wen Changrong hesitated for a moment, then pulled out several photos from the envelope.

Qiao Xing lay ill on the sofa and asked Wen Changze to wipe his palms. Qiao Xing raised his head slightly and looked at Wen Chang and smiled. Qiao Xing...

The car changed its route and arrived at the surveillance room. Wen Changrong clicked on the surveillance video that he hadn't seen for many years, and saw that in Wen Changze's familiar courtyard, the windbreaker Qiao Xing was wearing was gone, revealing the V-neck sweater.

The neckline of the sweater is low, revealing his collarbone.

Qiao Xing, who was wearing such a single shirt in this cold weather, didn't feel cold, so he just squatted down and put his arms on Wen Changze's knees, then raised his head slightly, showing a familiar smile.

——This smile, this posture, this behavior of showing off your figure even in the cold weather.

Wen Changrong couldn't be more familiar with it.

The man's fingers were clenched in an instant, and it took almost all his strength to hold back the surging emotions.

"...Take out all the videos after Wen Changze came back."