Look good

The parking lot was very quiet, and Wen Changrong's words seemed to ring out.

The four eyes met, and Qiao Xing saw his face clearly reflected in those gray pupils. The man's eyes were calm and firm, and his expression was the same. He didn't seem to be asking him, but simply telling him what to do next. What.

"A man's mouth is a deceiving ghost." Qiao Xing said.

"No……"

"What do you mean 'that's why you agree to divorce'?" Qiao Xing looked at the man, "Could it be that you agreed to divorce because you wanted me to go out and find someone else?"

"Of course not." Wen Changrong shook his head slowly, and replied, "I just... want to give you the right to choose"

"what?"

"The past is irreversible, and it cannot be changed. No matter what I do now, I can't give you a perfect relationship." Wen Changrong said, "I used to choose, so this time, the choice is up to you, and it's up to you to see." Among so many people, whether you still like me the most, and whether you still want to be with me, it's... Let's do it all over again."

"...Pull you down." Qiao Xing said.

"?"

"While saying that I'm ready to be with others, you drive to pick me up every night? Are you impeding my relationship in disguise?" Qiao Xing rolled his eyes, "Wen Changrong, I'm asking you, only I can get in touch with you." Among the people who arrived, how many people are not afraid of your identity?"

"..."

"Besides, you are not a refined person. You squat at the door like a tiger watching meat every day. How many people dare to chase me?"

"That's their business." Wen Changrong looked at him, "If you are concerned about me now and dare not pursue you, then you may also abandon you in the future because you are concerned about other things. Do you like such a cowardly person?"

"..." Qiao Xing was speechless.

He was silent for a while. Seeing Wen Changrong's appearance, he might not give up for a while, so he had to ask solemnly: "Then if I really meet someone else I like, will you quit voluntarily?"

Qiao Xing said: "Stalking is harassment."

Qiao Xing's words sounded like a warning, and he looked at Wen Changrong seriously.

Yes, moderate pursuit is called pursuit, and if it causes trouble to the other party due to excessive pursuit, it is harassment.

Qiao Xing really wanted to find someone else, and he certainly didn't want himself or his future lover to be harassed by his ex-husband.

Wen Changrong naturally knew what Qiao Xing was thinking. Although it was taken for granted, the man still felt an inexplicable depression in his heart. He couldn't help but frowned, and answered after suppressing the depression in his heart.

"Well, if the other party really loves you, I will take the initiative to withdraw." Wen Changrong said, "I won't do unnecessary things."

"...you give me written evidence!" Qiao Xing was very cautious.

"Okay." Wen Changrong agreed, and turned his head slightly to look at him.

The man's smoky gray pupils reflected the faint light outside the window, and the pupils were like the color of some kind of beast's eyeballs. "But let me explain in advance that there is fair competition, and on the premise of not endangering personal safety, it is only natural for each to use their own advantages."

"...?"

******

Probably because Qiao Xing was afraid of getting angry, the Cayenne's tires were inflated and sent back the next day intact. The four valves were screwed perfectly, and the body was even clean, as if it had been wiped yesterday.

However, it was probably the fat assistant's idea again.

The Cayenne came back, but it was parked in the underground parking lot of the community, which was a 6-minute walk away, while Wen Changrong's Bentley was parked directly downstairs, and Qiao Xing could get in the car as soon as he got out of the elevator.

One needs to walk for 6 minutes to get there and has to drive by himself, and the other can take a ride with a free driver. In the past, Qiao Xing would definitely take the nearest one without saying a word, but this time, he acted as if he had no backbone. See you and walk away.

At this time, the window of Bentley opened, and a transparent bowl containing porridge and a cardboard box emitting fresh fragrance were carried out in a bag.

"Seafood porridge and crab roe buns at Jixianlou."

"..." Qiao Xing paused.

Wen Changrong poked his head out and asked him, "Don't you want it?"

The aroma of food floated into his breath with the wind, and Qiao Xing's stomach growled uncontrollably. The porridge from Jixianlou is his favorite, which undoubtedly has a great temptation for him. Besides, Qiao Xing should be fine today It's time to buy a decent breakfast, and at this moment, I am even more tempted by the food I like.

But he gritted his teeth and forcibly held back.

Qiao Xing got into the Cayenne and drove to work, and the black Bentley followed behind the car without haste.

What Qiao Xing went to today was not the studio, but the location shooting base of "God of Songs". A long time has passed, and "God of Songs" has reached the stage where the instructors lead their students to shoot vlogs and produce new songs.

Arriving at the shooting location, Qiao Xing parked the Cayenne in the underground parking lot. As soon as he locked the car and got out, Wen Changrong hurried up to him and stuffed the bag of porridge and crab roe into his hand.

"Take it."

Qiao Xing didn't answer.

"You didn't buy breakfast on the way, are you going to stay hungry until noon?"

The two were very close, and the aroma of the food became more intense. Qiao Xing's stomach was rumbling, and the two villains who needed food or strength fought crazily. In the end, he realized that it would not be easy to shoot this morning, so he gritted his teeth and took the bag.

"I'll give you the money." Saying so, Qiao Xing quickly took out his wallet and stuffed a piece of Grandpa Mao into Wen Changrong's pocket.

"..." Of course Wen Changrong wanted to refuse, but on the one hand, Qiao Xing acted too quickly, and on the other hand, he also understood him very well. If he didn't accept the money today, Qiao Xing would never eat that food.

So, the man didn't shirk, and just said, "Well, then go inside and have breakfast early while it's still early, and I'll go in with you."

Seeing that Wen Changrong took the money, Qiao Xing felt a little relieved, but frowned again: "Why are you accompanying me in?"

"I didn't know you were coming to film the show, so I only brought yours."

"?"

Qiao Xing will know the meaning of these words when he goes to the place.

Today's shooting was relatively early, and there were many people who hadn't eaten breakfast. Qiao Xing went in with his things, and many people's eyes focused on the food in his hand.

But...Wen Changrong was by his side not to mention, just now on the road the man specifically asked him to give him something for the time being, and when he got to the door and was in the sight of most people, Wen Changrong gave him breakfast with his own hands.

Eating the breakfast specially prepared by her boyfriend for her lover, this breakfast is the only one, no matter how you think about it, it is inappropriate.

What's more, it was Wen Changrong who delivered the breakfast.

Qiao Xing walked into the shooting room, and the girls and boys in the room were about to drool, but he asked again and again, but no one dared to take it—even when he sent it to him, he dared not accept it.

So, of course, Qiao Xing happily sat in the corner and ate, while Wen Changrong and the chief director of the show were talking on the sidelines.

After about an hour of filming, at about nine o'clock, a food delivery truck arrived at the filming location of the show, and the food truck delivered food such as porridge, steamed buns and noodles from another famous restaurant.

The chief director stepped forward and explained that it was sent by Mr. Wen.

Why did Wen Changrong suddenly send something today? Anyone who knew a little about such a thing quietly looked at Qiao Xing.

The filming continued until 01:30 noon, and the director gave him a lunch break of about one and a half hours. Qiao Xing received a call from Wen Changrong, asking him if he wanted to eat something nearby.

"The program team ordered a boxed lunch, and I'll just eat the boxed lunch." Qiao Xing said, his eyes fell on the pile of plastic bowls with the hotel logo printed on them in the trash can, and he said, "Mr. Wen..."

"Ok?"

"Give me the contact information of your fat assistant's company."

"?" Wen Changrong frowned over there, "Why did you say this suddenly?"

"I think they are really good. This scumbag has a great transformation plan. It is a company that is going to be a big deal. Let me invest in it..."

"..." Wen Changrong was silent for a while, and said, "Do you think what I did today was a suggestion from my assistant?"

"Isn't it?"

"Of course not," Wen Changrong said, "What's more, the matter of delivering meals to the program group is only related to interpersonal communication, and it has nothing to do with whether it is scum or not."

After a pause, Wen Changrong said again, "Actually, I have always managed the interpersonal relationship of the program group, but in other aspects, it is not through such an obvious method."

"What about breakfast?" Qiao Xing's breakfast box was long gone, so he could only stare at the huge trash can and said, "So you never gave it to me..."

"When I was at home, didn't the servants always prepare it?" Wen Changrong said, "It is true that I didn't hand you breakfast, because... I told Uncle Wu to pay attention to when you get up and prepare breakfast for you?"

"..."

"Qiao Xing, my assistant won't advise me how to do it specifically. He just told me to express my concern in a relatively obvious way and let you know."

"...Oh." Qiao Xing responded, bowing his head and kicking the dust on the ground, "Do you still remember that time when you got angry at me?"

Wen Changrong was silent for a while, then asked, "Which time?"

At this moment, the fat assistant who was next to Wen Changrong heard this rhetorical question, gasped, rolled his eyes, and was almost pouted by his upright boss.

"...the night before he said he was going to send me to college." Qiao Xing didn't feel much about Wen Changrong's rhetorical question. After all, there was nothing wrong with Wen Changrong's question, and the man himself knew how bad his temper was.

"That time?" Wen Changrong paused and said, "I remember."

"I stood all night, and because of this, I never dared to eat before you, and I was hungry several times..."

"It was my fault to lose my temper, but didn't I explain it later?" Wen Changrong said, "What I said at the time was just angry words, and I coaxed you for a long time the next day, didn't I? As for what you said was because of my tantrum So I dare not eat..."

Wen Changrong paused for a moment and asked him: "I remember I asked you, you said you wanted to come back and wait for me to eat together, so you were always hungry?"

"..." Qiao Xing really said it himself.

"I also asked the servants, they said that you didn't eat it after making it several times, and then..." Wen Changrong remembered something, and asked, "Did they not make it for you again?"

"..." Qiao Xing felt that he had made himself feel bad.

"Then you didn't send me to go to college." Qiao Xing said, "You said you were angry, but you clearly showed that you were really angry..."

"At that time..." Wen Changrong was silent for a moment, as if remembering something, he sighed softly, "I don't really want to mention this, Qiao Xing."

"No way!" The fat assistant whispered nervously beside him, "If it's a misunderstanding, you have to make it clear! Otherwise, you will become a cheating scumbag without a conscience!"

Qiao Xing who heard the fat assistant's voice: "..."

In this way, Wen Changrong hesitated for a moment, and could only say: "Is there someone named Cheng Jun in your program group?"

"Well, yes." Qiao Xing remembered that this person was Wen Changrong's junior, and Cheng Jun had greeted him when he first joined the group.

"Ask Cheng Jun, he should know." Wen Changrong said. "If he knows, let him tell you. If he doesn't know, don't ask. Anyway, it's not a day or two that I have a bad temper..."

The fat assistant gasped again, and slumped on the chair like a ball of rotten meat, feeling like he was about to have a heart attack.

******

Qiao Xing found Cheng Jun after the filming was over, Cheng Jun immediately thought of something when he heard the time, and looked a little embarrassed.

"Go and ask Mr. Wen..."

"No," Qiao Xing shook his head resolutely, and blocked the door, "Tell me, or you don't leave today."

Cheng Jun watched him hesitate to speak, and after careful consideration, he opened his mouth: "Do you still remember that Mr. Wen had a friend at that time, named Li Yao?"

This Qiao Xing remembered was one of Wen Changrong's group of 'princelings'. "Well, I remember."

"Li Yao and Mr. Wen didn't get along very well back then, it was just that kind of... very cheap, you know?" Anyway, Li Yao has no sparks now, Cheng Jun simply opened up and said, "He just likes to steal Mr. Wen's things very much. , teasing and playing that kind of yin and yang weirdness anyway."

"Then?"

"Did he show enthusiasm for you once before?" Cheng Jun looked at him with a slightly embarrassed expression, "That was the very sudden time when he rushed over to hug you."

"..." Qiao Xing also remembered this, because he was a sparrow at the time, and he was extremely surprised and flattered by a rich second generation who showed his affection to him so enthusiastically. He remembered that he also reached out to hug him foolishly After a while, I forced an awkward chat with him for a long time.

"Mr. Wen saw it at the time, and Li Yao forged a chat record and sent it to Mr. Wen, saying that you were flirting with him or something," Cheng Jun scratched his head, "Mr. Believe it or not, but...it looks quite angry, and the action of you hugging Li Yao, uh..."

"..."

"Isn't Li Yao studying at that conservatory at that time? It seems that Mr. Wen also reported you to that school. At that time, I thought that you would suffer when you entered school, but I didn't see you when I went to that school. Mr. Wen probably separated the two of you?"

"..."

Ugh.

Qiao Xing sighed silently.

This is really like what Wen Changrong did when he was young.

******

When the misunderstanding is resolved, it can only be regarded as a slight reduction in the grudge in his heart.

Wen Changrong came here for several days in a row, but Qiao Xing's attitude was not as tough as it was at the beginning, and of course, it wasn't much better.

As he thought before, Wen Changrong was guarding the door all day long, and all he came into contact with were people from the entertainment industry, who more or less had interests with Wen Changrong. The person who handed him his business card after a few days was obviously Less, the person who handed over the business card before also took the opportunity to clarify that he had no other intentions.

Of course, there are still some who continue to flirt with Qiao Xing. Of course, there is only one reason - this is the person Wen Changrong can't even ask for. If they are pressed on the bed and fucked by them, it will be extremely exciting.

If Qiao Xing was six years younger, he might agree to the invitation because he was greedy for pleasure, or he might sleep with these people with the idea of ​​pissing Wen Changrong to death.

But now that he's 26, he's no longer passionate, and he's not stupid enough to do something he doesn't like for revenge.

He still wants to wait for a good person, someone who puts feelings first like him.

The circle is so big, he doesn't want to be with someone in the future, the colleague or work partner of the other party has slept with him.

In this way, Qiao Xing turned his attention to looking for a partner outside the circle.

There are tens of thousands of handsome men in the world, whoever said that they must be found in the entertainment industry.

One, two, three... Although the people Qiao Xing was looking for were surprised that there was a luxury car parked outside the door and staring at it at any time, but the owner of the car did nothing about it. After a lot of hard work, Qiao Xing still started to fall in love several times.

It's a pity that the good time is not long, the short one is three or four days, and the long one is no more than half a month.

At first, Qiao Xing wondered if he was really old and unattractive?After careful observation, I found that the boyfriend I was looking for either had someone else after the breakup, or regretted it two days after breaking up with him, and wanted to come to him again.

After questioning, Qiao Xing learned that all of these people were teased by other people during the conversation with him without exception, and they wanted them to break up together.

"It's all my fault that I can't resist the temptation, I'm sorry... [crying] [crying]" said Iron Blood Meng 1.

Qiao Xing ignored the tears of the strong man opposite, and only rushed to the bathroom angrily to make a phone call.

"Wen Changrong, are you a dog?"