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Qiao Xing's bite was very hard, the blood was overflowing, and the tip of the teeth seemed to touch the thick white bones under the muscles. Wen Changrong's hands were tightly pinched to the railing, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his facial muscles were twisted together because of the pain. Usually grim.

In the dark, one person glared at the fresh blood, the other lowered his eyebrows and gritted his teeth to endure, like two trapped animals in a cage, and it seemed that their roles had been reversed over the years.

Qiao Xing took the medicine before, and he was a little groggy at first, with no strength in his body. Now, after biting hard for a few seconds, he felt his whole body was weak and his muscles were sore and weak, but it was probably out of hatred, or out of The instinct of an animal to bite its prey, he did not let go when he was extremely tired, the tips of his teeth sank into the flesh, his chest heaved rapidly, and a resentful moan came out of his throat.

The two stalemate in the dark for a while, Wen Changrong took a breath, tried to suppress his pain, and called him in a low voice: "Qiao Xing."

"..." Qiao Xing straightened up, and the tip of the tooth suddenly pulled out from the flesh, causing the man to groan in pain again.

The room was full of two people panting quickly and heavily. The nurse who realized it later pushed open the door and called out anxiously: "Mr. Wen?"

"It's okay." Probably because of enduring the pain, Wen Changrong's voice was hoarse, revealing a rare weakness, "Let's go out first."

"..." The nurse looked at the door worriedly, and Wen Changrong said again, "It's okay, I'll be out in a while."

"...Okay." The nurse reluctantly backed out.

"Joe..."

"If only you were half as good as Wen Changze." Qiao Xing said suddenly.

"..."

The effect of the medicine and the violent mood swing just now made Qiao Xing feel dizzy. He swayed to the side and said with difficulty: "It's a pity, why is it you who run the Wen family..."

"Qiao Xing!" Wen Changrong interrupted him with a low growl.As if with anger.

"This medicine is too good..." Qiao Xing couldn't hold back his body and fell to the side. Wen Changrong's face changed greatly in fright and hurried to help him. The wound grunted again.

"I'm going to sleep, don't disturb me, bah... bah... this blood is dead." Qiao Xing spit two mouthfuls to the side, spit out the bloody smell in his mouth, and closed his eyes unbearably, " I'm sick, I fell asleep."

Qiao Xing fell asleep, her beautiful brows were slightly raised, and she didn't seem to be sleeping peacefully.

Wen Changrong has also taken similar medicine, so he knows how he will feel now. The fine beads of sweat on the man's forehead have not had time to wipe off, and the pain on his shoulder is already numb. He didn't say anything, just put it back on the bed and covered it with bedding, and then walked out of the ward lightly.

……

The next day, a thick piece of gauze was tied on Wen Changrong's shoulders. Qiao Xing frantically rinsed his mouth five or six times when he got up. The attending physician looked at the two of them hesitating to speak, and after checking that there was nothing serious about them, he asked Wen Changrong for a tactful suggestion. It's okay to let him come to see Qiao Xing, but try not to mention topics that will make Qiao Xing emotional, otherwise it will be bad for him and bad for Qiao Xing's recovery.

In this way, Wen Changrong naturally had no choice but to agree.

The days passed slowly, although Qiao Xing yelled every day that I was not sick and I didn't need treatment, but I still took the medicine that should be taken obediently, and it was more compatible with the treatment.

As for Wen Changrong, on the one hand, there was a doctor's euphemistic reminder that "try not to irritate the patient"; Instead of going for a walk with Qiao Xing, or sitting by the bed and watching TV with Qiao Xing, so as not to be offensive to others.

Rao didn't come here much during the day, but Wen Changrong still accumulated a lot of dissatisfaction during this time.

——Because Wen Chang came every day, and stayed the whole day when he came.

Qiao Xing was obviously more enthusiastic towards Wen Changrong than Wen Changrong. Often, Qiao Xing and Wen Chang would forget about Wen Changrong while chatting. Such a big man was like a transparent person next to him.

Wen Changrong was so dissatisfied, so he naturally wanted to take some action, but after asking the doctor, he was told that Qiao Xing had no family members. After many psychological counseling and observations, the hospital found that Qiao Xing and Wen Changze were the most relaxed when they got along. Relatively speaking, the mood is also the best time, so it is necessary for Wen Chang to visit Qiao Xing in the hospital every day.

"...Otherwise, let's suggest to Master Changze that he come here every other day?" After all, there are many wealthy families, and the doctor is also afraid that Wen Changrong will be unhappy with his decision, so he can only make adjustments as much as possible, "It's just that maybe Joe Mr. Qiao's recovery will be slower. After all, Mr. Qiao's illness is mainly a heart disease, and the effectiveness of the treatment has a lot to do with the patient's mood..."

"...Forget it." Wen Changrong could only rub his eyebrows, "Then let's do this first."

In the end, Wen Changrong of course endured it.

It was another sunny day, the three of them walked side by side on the forest path, with Uncle Chen pushing Wen Changze behind.

Wen Changrong clasped Qiao Xing's hand, and Qiao Xing turned his head slightly to the side along the way, chatting and laughing with Wen Chang, and the two talked about Wen Chang's trip to a certain country last time, and when they talked about maple leaves falling on the lake, they were aroused. Ripples, speaking of prayers singing in church.

These topics are quite boring to Wen Changrong, but Wen Chang travels to these countries for business trips all year round, and he doesn't think there is anything beautiful about them. There are no maple leaves. If you want to see maple leaves fall into the water, Wen's family will fall The falling leaves are rushing down, which is enough for Qiao Xing to see his eyelids sore every day, and the prayers in the church are even more boring. Most non-Christians don't understand it at all, so they just think it's like chanting a spell, making people want to sleep.

Of course, Wen Changrong didn't say it when he was thinking this in his heart, because Wen Chang is really a good storyteller, he told every little thing during the journey as if it was very interesting, and Qiao Xing was very happy to hear it.

Wen Changrong squeezed Qiao Xing's fingers only after the two of them finished talking, and said to him, "Let's go on a trip when you recover from illness."

"..." Qiao Xing didn't seem to hear, he looked ahead and didn't answer.

Wen Changrong slightly tilted his head and looked at his side face, before he could say anything, the phone in his arms rang.

The caller ID shows Shen Kun, Shen Qinlan's father.

Occasionally, the Shen and Wen families would directly contact the person in charge when they had business contacts. Shen Qinlan's father was of the same generation as Master Wen, so he seldom called Wen Changrong in private. This number would not be displayed once every ten thousand years. Wen Changrong hesitated and let go. She took Qiao Xing's hand: "I'm going to answer the phone."

"..." Qiao Xing still ignored him, talking to Wen Changze on his own.

"Go, we'll wait for you here." On the other hand, Wen Chang seemed to be afraid of his embarrassment, so he agreed.

"..." Wen Changrong looked at Qiao Xing and sighed helplessly.

……

It was troublesome to talk to the older generation, and after going over and over for a long time, Shen Kun asked insincerely if Shen Hong had contacted him, and who Wen Changrong was going to help in the Shen family's infighting.

Wen Changrong didn't hide anything, and said bluntly that this was the Shen family's own business, and he had no intention of standing in line.

In this way, Shen Kun said a few more words, but failed to convince Wen Changrong, so he mentioned things like 'Qin Lan misses you very much', 'I've been crazy about getting drunk recently, and I really want to find you'.

Hearing this, Wen Changrong could only say a few polite words, and hung up the phone without saying much.

When the man walked back, the three of them were no longer in the same place. Qiao Xing and Wen Chang were both sitting on the bench beside him. Qiao Xing was getting tired because of taking medicine recently. At this moment, his eyes were slightly closed and he was covered with a Chen The stall brought by Bo Na, with his head resting on Wen Changze's shoulder, looked like he was taking a nap.

Qiao Xing still had an unknown yellow flower pinned behind his ear, and he knew who pinned it without even thinking about it. The two of them were so close, as if they were very close.Wen Changrong paused for a moment before walking over there again.

"I just talked to Qiao Xing about the custom of pinning yellow flowers to represent blessings in a small village in Europe." Seeing that Wen Changrong's expression was not good, Wen Chang explained a few words, "It just so happens that there are such small yellow flowers in the grass. Qiao Xing asked for it, so I gave him another one."

Wen Changrong's face couldn't seem to calm down, and he only responded, "Yes."

"You're finally here." Qiao Xing was also woken up by the sound of the two talking, and he looked at Wen Changrong unhappy, "I thought you were going to talk about landslides and ground cracks, and I was waiting on the road over there just now." It’s been a long time, and I’m freezing to death.”

"……Feel sorry."

Qiao Xing was unhappy for only a few minutes, and after chatting with Wen Changze for a while on the way back, she became happy again, and kept pawing at the yellow flower by her ear, looking very happy.

Wen Changrong was not happy when he saw the flower, so he went back to the hospital and wanted Qiao Xing to take it off with reasons like 'it's not good for men to wear flowers', but in the end Qiao Xing said, "I'm mentally ill now, don't be a flower if you are mentally ill." What's wrong?" He choked back.

As night fell, the hospital lights were turned off, Wen Changrong was lying on the bed thinking about how to take away the flowers while Qiao Xing was sleeping tonight, when Shen Kun called again.

Although Wen Changrong didn't want to accept it, Shen Kun was an elder after all, so even if he saw the friendship between the Shen and Wen families many years ago, he had to perfunctory.

"Hello, Uncle Shen..."

"Evergreen, it's me." Shen Qinlan's voice came from there.

"..." Before Wen Changrong could think of an answer, Qiao Xing's voice came from the other side of the bed.

"Go out and talk on the phone." Qiao Xing chased him away, "Your phone calls are smelly and long, which affects my sleep."

"..." Wen Changrong sighed, lifted the quilt and walked down.

"Don't lose my little yellow flower." Qiao happily locked the little yellow flower in the cabinet and warned Wen Changrong, "If you lose it, you will be finished. I'm mentally ill now, and I don't have to take responsibility for killing you."

"...Understood." Qiao Xing said so resolutely, let alone seeing the yellow flower now, Wen Changrong felt upset when he saw the cabinet, the man responded, and hurriedly told him to sleep, "Go to sleep, see you tomorrow .”

"Come back later and be gentle, wake me up and I'll bite you to death!"

"……Um."

"You're still with Qiao Xing?!" Shen Qinlan exclaimed in disbelief from the phone.

Wen Changrong paused for a moment, turned around and closed the door of the ward before replying, "Yes."

"Are you crazy?!" Shen Qinlan spoke quickly, and there seemed to be endless anger in it, "You have also seen the photos, and I have given you all the evidence I can give you. I also heard that Qiao Xing admitted that he was You made it miserable, and now you..."

"I can't explain it at the moment." Wen Changrong could have explained it, but he thought that he didn't need to explain it at this time, so he could only say, "I can only tell you that this is my own choice."

"...Is this telling me to leave it alone?"

"……Um."

"..." Shen Qinlan's suppressed angry rapid breathing came from the other side of the phone, and then he hung up the phone with a 'snap'.

……

Shen Qinlan has always been favored and spoiled since she was a child. She has always had a character of retribution, coupled with her innocence, she doesn't care about the consequences when doing things.

Wen Changrong was a little worried when he was hung up on the phone that day, so he strengthened the security of the hospital and made people keep an eye on Shen Qinlan by the way.

Those who followed him for several days replied that the second young master didn't do anything, and he didn't contact any strange person to buy a murderer. About three days later, when Qiao Xing was about to be discharged from the hospital and Wen Changrong was relieved, another accident happened on Weibo. up.

Shen Qinlan didn't buy murder or want to do extreme things. He just exposed the photos of Qiao Xing and Wen Changze on the Internet together, and he didn't know when they secretly took them. Qiao Xing was in the hospital in the past three days. A photo with Wen Changze in the back garden.

The content of Weibo is: Married younger brother, don't forget to hook up with elder brother [狗头灭吹] One male waiter and two husbands, a composer surnamed Qiao is awesome!

As soon as he saw the Weibo marketing account overwhelmingly posting this message, Wen Changrong's mobile phone received a message from Shen Qinlan: [I bought this trending search, and I also sent someone to send Weibo, this time you don't need to blame me. ]