Look good

The late autumn night already makes people feel cold, but Qiao Xing, who is only wearing single clothes, feels hotter than ever before.

He put his arm on the "Empathy Psychology" on Wen Changze's lap, and raised his face slightly. Through the moonlight, he could see every slender eye feather and the gentle gaze on the man in the wheelchair. .

After he got out of Wen Changrong's place, he went back to Xiaobailou. When he got off the car, he saw that Wen Changze was still arranging flowers and plants in the garden at night. There was no one to do the work, so Wen Changze only had time to take care of the garden now.

Hearing this, Qiao Xing naturally hurried to help Wen Changze get the flowers and plants for a while, and after finishing, the two chatted in the yard for a while.

Wen Chang said that the students he led before were doing research related to emotion recently, so he also wanted to help read related books to provide reference for the students. The two chatted for a while about Plato, about the relationship between the sexes, and then again A moment ago, when same-sex marriage was not legal, people thought about homosexuality.

Wen Chang, on the other hand, was probably really talking about academic issues, but Qiao Xing looked at the man's profile like a jade, and he was a little dreamy while chatting.

Since he had fantasies, he naturally had to put them into action, otherwise he would be blinded by his efforts to do his homework for so many days.

Qiao Xing's "favorite" relied on this body in the first place, not to mention that he has been with Wen Changrong for so long, so he is naturally very clear about his best-looking angle and most attractive place, and he is more familiar with how to seduce quietly.

This is his forte, and it is also his survival technique at his fingertips.

So he lied that it was very hot after work, deliberately took off the windbreaker and hugged it in his arms, then squatted down to chat with Wen Changze, and put his arms on Wen Changze's lap while chatting, with his head attached He leaned over with half of his body.

Wen Chang didn't stop his behavior like a sloth bear, he just raised his hand and patted on the top of his hair. Qiao Xing glanced at the garden where the two had worked so hard just now, and opened the door. topic.

"Actually, when I saw you dug up white roses and planted new flowers, I thought it was a pity."

"……White Rose?"

"Yeah!" Qiao Xing looked at Wen Changze, swallowed nervously, and then turned himself into a beautiful angle before asking: "By the way...can I ask the young master a more personal question? "

"what?"

"That's...do you like men or women?"

"..." Qiao Xing's palm on top of his head paused, and Wen Chang was relieved from the thoughts just now, and then lowered his eyes slightly, meeting the eyes of Qiao Xing who was lying on his knee.

Qiao Xing's eyes are extremely beautiful, with amber-like brown pupils and apricot-shaped eyes, but there is an upturned arc at the end of the eyes that is very consistent with his temperament. As long as he smiles a little, he looks very affectionate .

At this moment, Qiao Xing's brown pupils reflected the moonlight, and there was a smirk on his face that concealed his nervousness. He was not sentimental, but he was a bit pure.

After a while, Wen Chang replied: "This question... I don't know either."

"Ah?" Qiao Xing was taken aback for a moment as if he didn't expect this answer.

"Well, I really don't know." Wen Chang smiled and said, "I've never considered this issue."

"..." Wen Changze's answer was too 'divine'. Qiao Xing was stunned for a moment, but somehow felt like 'Sure enough, this is Wen Changze'.

Qiao Xing was silent for a while, and soon had a new idea in his mind.

"If you don't know..." It was probably Wen Changze's long-term gentleness and non-rejection that gave Qiao Xing the courage. He slightly raised his body and leaned towards the familiar face, which was almost "blasphemous". The action made Qiao Xing extremely nervous, his palms were full of sweat, and his limbs even trembled uncontrollably, "Do you want to try..."

The car lights suddenly illuminated the small courtyard, and the distance between their lips was only a few feet away.

Qiao Xing heard the sharp sound of emergency brakes coming from behind, followed by the sound of a warning horn.

This movement naturally shocked the two people in the courtyard. The kiss was impossible. Qiao Xing immediately straightened up and turned around to look, only to see two tall bodyguards walking towards this side quickly.

"Mr. Qiao, Mr. Wen asked you to go to the main house."

"..."

The bodyguard's tone was uncompromising, and the headlights of the black car were still shining on the small courtyard. It didn't look like Wen Changrong was looking for him suddenly for something, but like he was here to catch a prisoner.

Qiao Xing didn't know why, and frowned deeply, but before he could ask, the bodyguards came up one after another to surround him, and separated Wen Changze.

"Mr. Qiao, please get in the car with me."

……

The car drove away from the spot, Qiao Xing turned his head for the last time, and saw someone go up and close the door of the small courtyard, and then two bodyguards stood on both sides of the courtyard door, one on the left and one on the right, like guards.

He was suddenly startled into a cold sweat by his conjecture, worried about the safety of his head, and also worried that Wen Chang would be implicated.

Under the 'escort' of two bodyguards, Qiao Xing stepped into the second floor of Wen's mansion.

On the second floor, only the lights in the study room were on, and the entire floor was almost eerily quiet. Because there were bedrooms on the second floor, the entire corridor was covered with thick carpets, so that Qiao Xing couldn't even hear his own footsteps.

He quickly walked to the door of the study, and the bodyguard went up to report: "Boss, Mr. Qiao is here."

"Come in."

"..." Taking a deep breath, Qiao Xing walked in the door.

For some reason, the study room was much emptier than before, and the vases and some decorations that were placed next to it were gone.

Wen Changrong was sitting behind the desk, wearing gray home clothes, with bandages on his palms, and saw him raise his eyes slightly: "Here we come."

"Ah."

Wen Changrong was calmer than he imagined.

Qiao Xing adjusted his breathing, and with the idea of ​​early death and early rebirth, he asked, "Sir, what do you want from me?"

Wen Changrong's pupils were as cold as ever, and without moving, he just said, "Come here."

"..." Qiao Xing walked up after hearing the words. He first saw countless broken decoration bodies in the trash can, and then raised his eyes and saw several secretly taken photos on the desktop.

He thought of the maid deliberately fiddled with the phone on the night he fell ill, and remembered the maid's sudden resignation this morning.

The terrible conjecture became a reality, Qiao Xing gasped on the spot, and almost ran out without jumping up - of course, running is impossible.

Wen Changrong glanced at the stack of photos and said to him, "I'll give you 3 minutes to explain."

"..."

Qiao Xing swallowed.

While observing Wen Changrong's expression, he quickly thought about what kind of lies he would fabricate to confuse today's events.

But before he could think it over, he saw a familiar surveillance screen on Wen Changrong's laptop.

The monitoring screen is so clear that he can clearly see the appearance of him lying on Wen Changze's lap. Looking at the progress bar at the bottom of the surveillance video, his appearance of begging for a kiss should also be recorded in it.

If Qiao Xing was a straight man, those photos and this surveillance video would mean nothing, but he was born to love men, what kind of behavior means ambiguity, what kind of posture means wanting to be liked... He knows himself, Wen Changrong also understood him.

No matter how many excuses there are, they are nothing more than self-deception, and the facts are right in front of them, which is indisputable.

When death was approaching, Qiao Xing did not panic.

"3 minutes is almost up." Wen Changrong reminded.

"...There is nothing to explain." Qiao Xing said: "You should have checked whether the photo is a composite... What explanation do you want? Just the ones in the photo."

Wen Changrong looked at him unkindly: "What you said is quite vague, please explain clearly, what do you mean?"

"...What is captured in the photo is the truth, there is nothing to say."

"Facts?" Wen Changrong's voice suddenly became louder: "What kind of facts?"

"..."

"It's because you're not feeling well that you get closer, or is it because you've been mingling together during this period of time, just flirting right under my nose?!"

"..."

Wen Changrong's voice was deafening, and it seemed that the only sound in the room was the ferocious roar of a man.

Qiao Xing really wanted to say something, for example, they didn't have an affair, but he had a crush on Wen Changze unilaterally, he really wanted to die quickly, but when he tried to speak, his throat didn't work at all, and he couldn't move at all. He couldn't make a sound, but his eardrums still felt the pain from being yelled at. He looked at the man's eyes that were sharp because of anger, and the man's fists that were clenched because of anger... Not to mention making a sound, it seemed that even breathing became difficult.

"Don't tell me that it's because you lived together for a month that you developed feelings, Qiao Xing?"

"..."

Speak up, Qiao Xing.

Qiao Xing called to himself in his heart countless times.

If you can't speak, you can just nod your head.

It's a pity that five seconds had passed, and his efforts had no effect.

On the contrary, his body trembled due to emotional agitation, his mouth opened and closed, his whole face was pale, and his eyes were wide open because of panic-it didn't look like he wanted to die happily, but rather like he was frightened.

Wen Changrong withdrew his angry expression slightly, then his eyes fell on his face, and he sneered: "...I know I'm afraid, but I still do it."

"..."

"I also adjusted all the monitoring after Wen Changze came back. You have been very enthusiastic about him since he came back. It can be said that you have tried your best to please him. Long before I let you live together, you went to his house for dinner. , the relationship seems to be very good."

"..."

"The time when you were very enthusiastic about Wen Changze...it happened to be the time when Shen Qinlan and I had the best relationship."

"..."

"Are you looking for a substitute? Qiao Xing."

"..." Qiao Xing paused.

"Why, are you now looking for a substitute to find a madman?" Wen Changrong's chest rose and fell, and his eyes were fixed on his face. "You don't accept my true self when I come back. Instead, I am constantly ambiguous with a counterfeit, can't let it go?"

"..."

"Besides this face, what else do we have alike?!"

"..."

Qiao Xing suddenly felt that the man in front of him was not so scary anymore.

——There is even a kind of childish innocence.

To put it bluntly, it is too much narcissism.

The originally thin air suddenly became thicker, and Qiao Xing's breathing immediately became smoother.

He parted his lips slightly, greedily sucking the hard-won air, while his eyes fell on the man's face.

"Speak, Qiao Xing." Wen Changrong urged him.

"I……"

"..."

"You..." Qiao Xing swallowed, suppressed the irregular ups and downs of his chest, and said, "Thinking too much."

"...?" The man frowned and looked at him unkindly.

"I never thought of a substitute, and I'm not you."

Wen Changrong's palm on the armrest tightened instantly, and he asked, "Did you really fall in love with Wen Changze in just a month?! Are you kidding me?!"

"..."

"Wen Chang is a goddamn mother, and he's not only good to you, he's just..."

"I didn't fall in love with him because of this month's relationship, don't worry."

"..."

"I like him. If you want to pursue it in detail, you have to trace it to more than ten years ago..."

"..."

These words seemed too inconceivable, Wen Changrong paused for a moment, then his palms tightened abruptly and he stood up, incredulously said: "What crazy words are you talking about, Qiao Xing?"

"I liked him more than ten years ago, and I still like him until now."

"..."

"How could someone who loves money like me put forward such an absurd request to live in Wen's house for a month instead of property? It was because I heard Uncle Wu said that he was coming back, so I was willing not to have money, and I also wanted to meet him. , just meet once."

"Qiao Xing, are you out of your mind..."

"Don't you find it strange? Why did I deliberately approach you so deliberately when I first saw you? Why do you look down on me so clearly that I still want to stick it on like a dog's skin plaster?"

"..."

"Do you think it's money? There are so many rich people in the world, why do you have to?"

"..."

"If I hadn't recognized the wrong person, you and I wouldn't have..."

With a 'bang', the man's palm hit the table.

Because of too much force, the entire desktop shook violently, and the signature pen on the desktop bounced and rolled to the ground.

"Qiao Xing." Wen Changrong's bandaged hand leaked a little red, and the man's eyes were also stained with a terrible color after anger.

He was so close to him, and the gap in stature shrouded him completely in the shadows. Wen Changrong's hands were squeezed so tightly that the muscles on his arms swelled up, as if he could break Qiao Xing's neck in a second.

Wen Changrong looked at him and gritted his teeth: "I'll give you one last chance, Qiao Xing."

"..." Qiao Xing felt that the air became thinner again, and his body was so afraid that he wanted to back away, but he still held back his last breath and said, "It's the same no matter how many times you give it..."

"..."

"You kept me by your side because my eyes resembled Shen Qinlan, and I deliberately seduced you because of your similar appearance to Wen Changze..."

"..."

"After we are together, you pay me to do things, you are very satisfied, and I am also very satisfied..."

"..."

"Whether it's the cause or the process, it's good and fair..."

"..."

Wen Changrong didn't speak, but there was that familiar and terrifying look on his face - the look that belonged to when he was sick.

……

The turbulent water came from all directions, and Qiao Xing was pushed back into the water as soon as he yelled the word 'save'.

His nose, ears and eyes were completely soaked in water, and his lungs seemed to explode.

Physiological instincts caused his tears and snot to flow all over his face, but he washed it clean because of the movements of pressing into the bathtub again and again.

Qiao Xing struggled with all his strength, but he still couldn't resist the iron hoop-like shackles of the man behind him.

The shower above his head was turned on to the maximum, his body was pressed tightly against the edge of the bathtub, the hair at the back of his head was tightly gripped by the man, Qiao Xing was soaked from head to toe.

The inescapable water made Qiao Xing scream every time he was lifted out of the water, crying and shouting. He had no doubt that he would die in this narrow bathroom.

But after shouting for so long, his throat was congested with blood, and his nails were split off, but still no one came up.

He finally knew why Wen Changrong chose to talk to him on the second floor, because the sound insulation on the second floor was the best. When Wen Changrong dragged him over, they fought all the way, but it didn't seem to make much noise. There was so much crying in the bathroom that there was nothing but an empty echo.

I don't know how long time has passed, until Qiao Xing thought he was going to die at this moment, Wen Changrong stopped his movements and threw him against the wall next to the bathtub.

At this time, Wen Changrong's whole body was also soaked, his eyes were bloodshot, red like hell ghosts, and the man had many injuries on his body and face. With messy hair and clothes, he looked like he broke out from hell Ashura.

Wen Changrong asked him, "Have you washed your mind?"

"..."

The old madman.

Qiao Xing coughed violently and shrank back, hoping to become a transparent person.

It's a pity that the sky didn't go with people's wishes, Wen Changrong quickly picked up the water hose on the side, turned on the water to the maximum, and started to rush at him.

In the late autumn, the feeling of running into cold water is overwhelming. I don’t know if it’s the cold or the fear of being drowned just now. Qiao Xing burst into tears on the spot. Being violently suppressed, he could only follow Wen Changrong to think about where to wash.

The drenched clothes and pants were stripped clean, the whole bathroom was only the sound of Qiao Xing coughing and sniffling, Wen Changrong roughly rubbed his whole body, then stood up, went to the sink to get a razor blades.

Qiao Xing shivered from the cold, curled up in a corner and hugged herself tightly.

Wen Changrong said, "Let me ask for the last time, is what you just said true?"

"..." The survival instinct told Qiao Xing that he should shake his head and say it was a lie at this moment, but he had been flattering him for so long, and today he finally told the truth once, and now the desire to survive is not working anymore.

So what if he continued to lie to Wen Changrong, would he still want to live with Wen Changrong like this?

"...It's true." Qiao Xing replied, "You killed me...I'm also telling the truth."

Qiao Xing felt that he had never been so spineless in his life.

"..." Probably because of his backbone, Wen Changrong walked over with firm steps, his eyes were as cold as ice.

"...Killing is against the law." Qiao Xing said harshly just now, but now his survival instinct made him babble: "It took you so long to get to where you are now, the Wen family doesn't want you Is it?" Qiao Xing kept blinking her tearful eyes, "It's not worth paying yourself for such a trivial matter, my life is only worth a few million, if you kill me, you have to pay with your life. Is it worth all the suffering? Don’t think that if you have money, you can cover the sky with your hands. Although I am not a famous person and I don’t have parents, I have gained a certain reputation by participating in the show. I have fans and friends... If I die, someone will definitely come to see my body, so don't try to escape..."

"Didn't you read my psychiatric certificate?"

Facing Qiao Xing's cries of nonsense because he was too scared, Wen Changrong's thoughts were much clearer.

"If a mentally ill person kills someone, he will go to the hospital for a few years, and he doesn't have to pay for his life."

"..."

Qiao Xing felt that he wanted to cry even more.

Who could be blamed for this, he was the only one to blame. At the beginning, Wen Changrong looked like a normal person, so even when he saw the ironclad evidence of mental illness, he thought it was past tense. It didn't matter that Wen Changrong had recovered.

It's all right now, when someone else kills someone, he will spend a few years in a mental hospital after being killed by the murderer. With the power of the Wen family, Wen Changrong might still be able to eat and drink spicy food there.

"...you kill it." Qiao Xing cried so hard that his whole body was shaking. "Remember to find the right position and apply more force. It will be enough to let me hurt for a few seconds. I am most afraid of pain."

"..."

"Also, it's my fault that I offended you. I'll die when I die, but one size fits one size..."

"..."

"When we were together, you promised me to help me take good care of my brother. Now that I am wrong, I will die. His treatment fee cannot be stopped, and he must be paid for all the time...My fault, don't involve others."

"..."

Qiao Xing felt that he was the one who talked the most before he died, and he deeply felt that he was really a small person through and through.

He is greedy for money and lustful, he wants money when he sees it, but he can't walk when he sees a handsome guy.

He is greedy for life and afraid of death. He was so forthright when he spoke harshly just now, but now he is really going to die, but he is so afraid that he burst into tears.

He thought that he would never drink Mengpo soup when he was on the Naihe Bridge. He must wait until the day Wen Changrong died, and then fight Wen Changrong for [-] rounds on the Naihe Bridge, and then he will be a rich man in his next life. Little poor one by one to save.