Shen Eran is dead.
Yes, he didn’t say anything and just hung up.
Wild rice: “…”
He stood up from the wheelchair quickly, and the blanket on his legs and the unplanted flower seeds all fell to the ground.
The protagonist of the original novel has this personality. He never speaks out his thoughts, but stores them all in his heart. When his heart is full, he makes room by abusing the protagonist.
Now it has changed a little bit, which is good.
Not angry.
I'm not angry.
I'm so pissed! ! ! !
Waves of anger rushed up from the soles of Jiaobai's feet, through his limbs and into his heart. He cursed and slapped the wheelchair armrest. If it was just a simple paper man, he could do whatever he wanted. It was none of his business.
My mentality should not have changed. I am a poor worker. What do I do in this comic world? I do whatever I want. I do my tasks with an abacus, and leave after I finish them. Everything is based on utilization. Why should I care about other things? Go with a fucking heart.
Seeking trouble is simply self-torture!!!
"Shit." Jiaobai's cheekbones were red from anger. He took a few deep breaths. Okay, he had vented his anger, and the negative emotions were almost gone. He was calm.
We can't generalize just because of a few individual pieces of shit, there are still some things that are worthwhile.
Some people gave him equal, double or triple the amount in return for his efforts, and he also changed the trajectory of their lives.
Both those in the list and those outside the list.
Some people, though stubborn, like stones, are hard to dissolve, still want to try, because they are unwilling to give up, and think that it is nothing to work in vain.
Maybe the situation wasn't as bad as he thought.
"Mr. Bai, Master Qi has returned from get off work early, you..."
Qi Er's voice sounded from behind. Jiao Bai sat back in the wheelchair. He hooked up the blanket with his foot and patted the dust and dirt on it: "I'm fine. Where is the person? Push me over."
That evening, something rare and unprecedented happened in Lan Mo Mansion - Young Master Bai was going to wait for Master Qi at the door.
Everyone, you look at me and I look at you. Why are you still standing there? Come take a photo!
But they didn't know that what they thought was romance was just what Bai Shao was thinking. In fact, the reason why he was waiting for Master Qi was to coax him into doing things.
Jiaobai told Qi Yiliao that he was going to South City.
It’s not about wanting, it’s about wanting.
The decision has been made, so just inform instead of discussing or asking.
Jiao Bai only dared to show his willful attitude towards his family to Qi Yiliao. He sent Zhang Zhen, who was in an unstable state, away for fear of irritating him.
The wind was very gentle. Jiaobai waited for a while, but when Qi Yiliao didn't respond, he raised his head.
Qi Yilao had his back to the vast expanse of fiery clouds, his black hair combed back, revealing his deep and mature brow bones. He was dressed in a formal suit and tie, looking like he had just come from a meeting, his whole body exuding the dignity and elegance of a gentleman.
"Last September, when you reported to the university, you wanted to go back to your hometown, saying you were going to do some work. Ah Zhen didn't understand and didn't agree," Qi Yiliao looked down at the young man in the wheelchair. "I told him that you are an adult and can be responsible for your own actions. You must have your reasons for going."
Jiaobai smiled with his fangs showing: "Then this time..."
"No." Qi Yiliao rarely showed coldness to him.
Jiaobai's mouth corners were pressed down.
The Qi family bodyguards hiding behind the bushes saw that the situation was not good, but the eunuchs were anxious.
A cold and impatient look swept over them, and they all retreated.
Qi Yiliao's good mood dropped rapidly. He took out his cigarette box, pulled out a cigarette, but did not light it. He just held it to his lips and ground the cigarette butt with his teeth.
Last year, the company was waiting for his family members to attend the annual meeting, but he did not bring them along because he was young and not in good health.
I left work early today. The first secretary said intentionally or unintentionally that the company group was very lively. On the way home, he used Azhen's number to join the group and take a look.
It was indeed lively, with everyone discussing whether the chairman was in a hurry to get off work and whether he wanted to go on a date.
I wanted to take someone out for dinner tonight...
Qi Yiliao squatted down, picked up a flower seed next to his leather shoes, and put it in the palm of the young man's hand. He knelt on one knee and looked up, "You are an adult, and your mind is stronger than most people. You can bear the consequences of any choice you make, but the people around you can't bear it. Do you understand what uncle said?"
Jiaobai held the flower seeds and was silent for a while: "I won't go to South City anymore."
Qi Yiliao looked up at him, pleased and focused: "Be good."
"Third brother, please help me contact Shen Er'an. He hung up on me and I can't get in touch with him." Jiao Bai took the cigarette from Qi Yiliao's lips, played with it and said, "Please tell him to bring the person to me."
"He knows who I'm referring to." Jiaobai leaned into the wheelchair.
"Your neighbor?" Qi Yiliao frowned.
Jiaobai quickly covered his pale lips: "Keep your voice down, don't let my brother hear it!"
A scattered laugh leaked out from between fingers.
Jiao Bai did not withdraw his hand. He stared at Qi Yiliao and lowered his voice: "Yes, it is Li Jue."
"I don't want to pursue the past. Third brother, please just stop caring about it, okay?" For the first time, Jiaobai faced Qi Yilao with a tone that was both strong and weak, and he felt a little depressed.
Old pervert, your confidant Zhang Zhen has saved Li Jue once, but you are the only one who has no connection with Li Jue. Among all the supporting characters with many fans in the comic, you are the only exception. You are not affected by Li Jue's protagonist halo, nor do you compete for power with the other protagonist Shen Er'an, but you retreat and give way. You must keep it up, don't change.
Most importantly, live longer.
Jiao Bai and Qi Yi Liao looked at each other. Others can retaliate, but the protagonist cannot accept the gift. The same goes for the protagonist attacking Shen Er An.
No matter who wants to deal with them, it is either the opponent or the people around them who will die.
They are all immortal.
It is impossible for him to commit suicide, otherwise Li Jue would not have done stupid things so many times in his fluctuating emotions, and was stopped every time, causing a lot of drama every time.
Jiaobai's voice was very soft, telling Qi Yiliao and himself: "Really, don't worry about it, forget it."
Qi Yiliao saw himself a dozen years older in the young man's dark eyes. He was old. He coughed a few times and said, "Okay, whatever."
"I can't let my brother know about Li Jue." Jiaobai bit the cigarette, his teeth sinking into the tooth marks left by Qi Yilao.
Qi Yiliao's breathing became heavy, and the leg muscles under his trousers instantly tensed up.
restraint.
Qi Yilao turned around, got a shovel, dug a hole, and planted all the flower seeds scattered on the ground.
After finishing his work, the young man looked back and saw him still kissing the cigarette.
Qi Yilao threw the shovel on the ground, his scalp aching.
Jiaobai had been staring at the sky silently for quite a while, and the heat in his ears had subsided a lot. He had already bitten the cigarette subconsciously before, and he definitely would not spit it out. He had to smoke this cigarette.
So he moved closer, biting the cigarette and moving it twice: "Third brother, I don't have a lighter, help me light it."
Qi Yiliao said hoarsely: "How many times have you smoked my cigarettes?"
"Why remember this?" Jiaobai said vaguely, "Anyway, I've never smoked anyone else's."
After saying this, Jiaobai put his hands over his eyes and covered them.
The soft flesh on his chin was kneaded.
There is a metallic ringing in the ears.
Then came the smell of burning tobacco.
A cluster of sparks brought a cloud of smoke, forming a circular barrier that covered the two people and isolated them from this world of truth and falsehood.
Jiaobai still had his hands covering his eyes as he smoked behind the screen: "Third brother, don't forget what you promised me."
"I haven't forgotten." Qi Yiliao unbuttoned his suit and took it off, then he let out a breath.
Restrain, restrain,
Qi Yiliao raised one arm and held the back of the young man's hand that was covering his eyes with his hot palm.
Her lips brushed against his windblown hair, and her nose pressed against it, rubbing against it.
Qi Yiliao suddenly tilted his head, his eyes grim and fierce.
In a blind spot of the surveillance camera, Aunt Liu huddled there, shivering all over. She held a cell phone in her hand and had just taken a photo and sent it to someone.
The screen quickly went dark and the sending record was deleted.
Things were not as simple as Jiaobai thought. That night Qi Yilao called Shen Er'an and told him what Jiaobai meant, but Shen Er'an refused to admit that he was with him.
Qi Yiliao mobilized resources to investigate all of Shen Er'an's residences and had people follow him.
Jiaobai wanted to see Li Jue as soon as possible, he couldn't wait any longer.
"Third brother, I'd better go to South City in person. I'll take a plane and come back quickly." Jiaobai pulled the Buddha amulet on his neck through his clothes and frowned. Shen Eran didn't admit it, and didn't dare to admit it. Then he, the one who listened to the promise at the beginning, could only go.
The air flow in the study suddenly froze.
Qi Yilao kept typing on the keyboard. He didn't look abnormal at all and even took a sip of coffee while working.
The bloody cat opened its bloody mouth, bared its teeth, and its whiskers stood up.
But its small body was shaking with anger, and its golden eyes were staring straight at me.
No matter how angry I am, I am still looking forward to something.
"..." Jiaobai took out his phone to check the flights, "The latest flight is still in time, please go with me."
The clattering sound stopped.
"I'll go with you, okay." Qi Yiliao leaned back on his broad shoulders, rubbing his brows, and said in a gentle manner, "Uncle is in a bad mood, let uncle take a bite."
Jiaobai was speechless. You old pervert, you're still negotiating terms! If you didn't want to accompany me, I would give you a ladder to let you walk to me? ? ? !
Qi Yiliao sighed: "No?"
Jiaobai turned his head back and rolled his eyes. He turned back and said with a smile, "Okay."
"But, uncle," Jiaobai called Qi Yiliao this for the first time, deliberately dragging out his voice, "biting people when you're in a bad mood is a bad habit."
"Habits are bad," Qi Yiliao put away his laptop, "but I don't bite them just because I'm in a bad mood. I've only bitten them once." Jiaobai fell silent.
When they set off, there was a bite mark on the back of Jiaobai's neck, and the surrounding skin and flesh were red, as if it had been sucked out.
If this is AB, then he is temporarily marked, duh.
I don’t know how long Qi Yilao can hold back on the word “restraint”. He’s almost running out of energy. Let’s see who gets out first.
Then what,
I don’t know, let’s take it one step at a time.
As soon as茭白 got on the plane, he lay down and slept all the way until the plane landed.
Zhang Zhen didn't follow, he was sent to another place. Jiao Bai trusted Qi Yiliao, since he could let Zhang Zhen go, he must have arranged a safe excuse.
The trip was simple. In order to avoid making too much noise, Qi Yiliao did not bring any bodyguards. He wore casual clothes, a mask and a baseball cap.
Handsome guys have both good looks and great bodies. Even if their faces are blocked, they still look handsome and glowing.
Especially when one’s experience and status reach a certain level, a calm and sexy charm emanates from one’s demeanor.
Jiaobai was sitting in a wheelchair, shaking the small key on the keychain, turning it round and round. He was watching Qi Yilao reject the fourth beautiful woman who came to chat with him.
The beautiful woman was a foreigner, and she spoke a language that Jiaobai could not understand.
Qi Yilao didn't know what to say to her. She covered her mouth in surprise, and glanced at Jiaobai with her big green eyes that sparkled with electricity.
Jiaobai's face turned cold, and he shouted, "Are you going or not?"
Qi Yiliao looked at the young man and said something with his lips. The beautiful woman responded ambiguously, clenched her fist at him and made a "come on" gesture.
Jiaobai guessed some of the content of Qi Yilao's conversation with the beautiful woman. His face changed, his eyes darted around, and he stopped shaking the small key.
Qi Yiliao came over and pushed him through the crowd towards the elevator.
They were like two ordinary passengers who had just got off the plane and would be able to go home soon, take a shower and go to bed early.
Jiaobai yawned and suddenly paused. He remembered that Qi Yilao was very afraid of heights. But after he got on the plane, he didn't care about Qi Yilao.
Qi Yiliao strode forward. The man in the wheelchair looked back at him again and again, with a guilty look and an awkward expression. He lowered his head and raised his eyebrows: "What, did you do something wrong?"
Wild rice: “…”
"How about we go to KFC or somewhere else to eat something and take a break?" he suggested calmly.
Not long after, Qi Yiliao sat inside KFC, a place he had never stepped into in his life.
During the whole process, Jiao Bai was the one using his mobile phone to scan the QR code and order food. He pretended not to notice Qi Yiliao's discomfort.
Qi Yiliao barely touched the food. He wore headphones and occasionally glanced at the young man drinking milk tea and eating chicken wings across from him. There was confusion in his eyes, like an elder who couldn't keep up with the times and didn't understand what was so delicious.
Jiaobai didn't notice Qi Yiliao's gaze. He was thinking absentmindedly. He originally guessed that Shen Er'an's activity level exceeding 50 was related to Liang Dong, but now he changed his mind.
This trip might be able to help Shen Eran pass level 50.
Jiaobai spat out the chicken bones and sighed. He thought he would never step into South City again in his life.
Here it comes.
The flag is a thing used for pulling out.
Before half past ten, a car came to pick up Jiao Bai and Qi Yilao.
It was Karen. He was attending his childhood friend’s wedding in South City and took this job temporarily.
"Little brother, you were on the verge of death last year and I rescued you. You haven't said thank you to me yet." Karen's moustache has grown again. He is leaning against the car door with his arms folded, looking a little noble.
Jiaobai readily followed suit: "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Karen touched her permed and dyed black curly hair. "I also received corresponding compensation."
Jiaobai's eyelids twitched, and when Qi Yiliao picked him up, he whispered, "What did Karen want?"
Qi Yiliao carried him into the back seat of the car: "Nothing."
Jiaobai didn't believe a word of it. There was a sound of a car door closing from the driver's seat, accompanied by Karen's lazy voice: "It's really nothing, just a whole wine cellar."
"Although I already have the four bottles I want most, the others are also okay and will do," he added.
There was a buzzing sound in the water chestnuts' ears.
Qi Yiliao, who was standing next to him, called out to him, "Xiaobai, come here."
The茭白人 is stupid, and his mind is full of "a whole wine cellar", a whole.
Qi Yiliao glanced at Karen in the rearview mirror and said calmly, "Drive."
Karen shrugged and started the car.
“Fuck!”
A curse broke out in the car, and Jiaobai jumped up. Qi Yiliao pulled him down in time to prevent him from hitting the roof of the car.
A whole wine cellar! Jiaobai felt dizzy and trembling.
Qi Yiliao held his waist with one hand and swiped his phone with the other: "There's news, Xiaobai."
Jiaobai stopped trembling immediately. He turned his head and saw a group of photos.
The photo shows the exterior of a villa, which was taken from many different angles, including the surrounding terrain and environment.
Jiaobai recognized the villa at a glance.
That was the residence where Shen Er'an and Li Jue had lived together for ten years.
Why do I remember it so clearly? Because “ten years” is a number that carries a lot of stories.
Ten years later, they are still torturing each other.
Qi Yiliao flipped through the photos one by one and clicked on the information he received.
Shen Er'an doesn't live here. He comes here once a week, bringing one or two team members with him each time.
I stayed there for about an hour.
At around seven o'clock tonight, Shen Er'an drove here alone, and he hasn't left yet.
Qi Yiliao's phone rang again, notifying him that the latest photos had arrived.
They were all taken secretly, so the pictures are basically blurry.
Jiao Bai saw a photo. He grabbed Qi Yiliao's wrist, which was flipping through the photos, and breathed faster: "Wait."
The photo on the screen was put down by Jiaobai, and a bloody human figure could be vaguely made out.
That's Li Jue.
He is small and thin, and his fragility and pity can be seen in the photo. There is no doubt about it, it is him!
Jiaobai's head hurts, Li Jue is really here with Shen Eran.
Maybe it was because Jiaobai fell into the trap last year, and Li Jue took the opportunity to escape. The year of "Diya" was also terrible for him. He would escape if he could, maybe he would encounter an opportunity to turn danger into safety. His thoughts were always naive and beautiful. This was his nature.
What happened next was that Shen Er'an's men caught the escaped Li Jue before the Qi family, took him to South City, and have been torturing him ever since.
This is just my guess and it has not been confirmed yet.
But there is one thing he is sure of, Li Jue's obsession with Shen Er'an is love, and Shen Er'an's obsession with Li Jue is hatred.
Bigotry 100+ versus bigotry 100+.
Jiaobai was in a daze. A slender index finger swiped across the photo on the screen, and after a few blurred photos, a clear photo suddenly appeared.
It was so clear that in the dungeon-like room, Shen Er'an was sitting on a chair. He lowered his eyes, folding colored paper carefully and quietly, and half a dragonfly was dancing on his fingertips.
Li Jue on the opposite side had his locked hands and feet rotten, and his body was covered with excrement.
The wild rice felt suffocated.
When he was in the small dark room, he was not quite clear about how much suffering he had endured, and his thinking was dull. Now that he has become God, his perspective has become that of a bystander, and he feels uncomfortable. His vision has begun to distort, and Li Jue in his eyes has become himself.
Suddenly, acid started to rise in his stomach, and Jiaobai couldn't hold it in, so he retched in disgust.
Qi Yiliao hung up the phone, pinched his pale, twitching face, turned him around, and gently pressed him into his arms: "That wasn't you. It's over."
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