Wei Qian bent over, carefully handling the fine wounds on Wei Zhiyuan's body.
Wei Zhiyuan was hit by something on the back of his neck. There was a slightly deep wound, which was treated in the hospital. The others were minor injuries that were not very noticeable. Wei Qian was dipping in alcohol and applying medicine to him one by one, his face was very ugly.
Wei Zhiyuan took off his shirt and threw it aside, sitting there like a dog, not saying a word when he was touched, his eyes kept chasing Wei Qian's face.
After a while, he suddenly said: "Brother, can you stop frowning?"
Wei Qian said angrily: "Is it okay? I didn't charge any money, and you're picking on your service attitude."
"That's not true." Wei Zhiyuan explained in a nonchalant manner. He paused for a moment, as if hesitating whether to say the following words. After a while, he decided to be frank, so he said, "The key is that you are always like this. They're all about to react."
Wei Qian seemed to be thinking about something else, but he didn't realize it at the time, but after two seconds, he came back to it: "Wei Zhiyuan, you're still kicking your nose and face, aren't you?"
Wei Zhiyuan looked at him, then slowly lowered his head, and after a while, he gave a sour smile.
Wei Qian clearly knew that he was pretending to be pitiful on purpose, but he still couldn't help but think of a thought in his heart: How could he be like a puppy who happily ran up to ask for bones, but was kicked by the wheel in the end
However, he was not yet pitiful, Wei Zhiyuan turned his head sideways again, and asked him sincerely: "Then can I kiss you? No kiss, just give me face or forehead."
Wei Qian raised his head and stared at him unbearably.
Wei Zhiyuan still didn't know how to accept it, and even made a gesture: "Just a moment."
"Take a bite of your mother." Feeling that his little sympathy was wasted like this, Wei Dong, who was five and six, couldn't help but explode.
Wei Zhiyuan laughed, as if he didn't kiss him, and he was happy to be scolded a few times.
At this time, someone knocked on the door, Wei Qian went out and opened the door, letting San Pang and Ma Chunming in.
"What's the situation? Let me see, oh my mother, brother, did you just crawl back from the trenches in Iraq?" San Fatty looked Wei Zhiyuan from top to bottom as soon as he entered the room, and then pointed to the gun in Wei Qian's hand. Xiao Ying asked, "What's that?"
Wei Qian recalled for a moment: "I forgot who gave me a bottle of white wine last time, over 50 degrees."
"What a grudge, this is, are you planning to kill him?" San Pang said, "Where is the trauma medicine? Didn't the doctor prescribe it?"
"I think it's a bit small, and it's sticky, it doesn't seem to be disinfected?" Wei Qian said, he glanced at Wei Zhiyuan, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Wei Zhiyuan shook his head obviously contentedly.
Before shaking his head, San Pang slapped him on the forehead.
"You're so cheap!" San Pang accused with irony, and then said to Wei Qian, "You can get out."
Wei Qian threw away the small wine bottle, and the uncle stopped serving, and followed Ma Chunming to the balcony with a cigarette in his mouth.
Ma Chunming worked hard, forced himself to struggle out of the vortex of broken love, and said to Wei Qian in a low voice, "Is it an accident?"
Wei Qian's face darkened: "Nine times out of ten it's not."
Ma Chunming lowered his voice: "Is it about the land in City A? Can they chase it here? This is too much! Can I call the police?"
Wei Qian unhurriedly exhaled a puff of smoke ring: "Yes, yes, but there is no evidence."
There is a piece of land in City A that was originally planned as a square, the only remaining piece of clean land in the core area of the city center. The government revealed that it intends to re-plan this piece of land for commercial use. half a year.
There are more monks and less porridge in high-quality plots, and there is another local company that is determined to win.
It is said that the owner of the opponent's house is named Wang Dongliang, in his early fifties, and raised a large group of people who came out of labor camps. He was not a good thing in his early years, but now his business has been washed for nothing, and he is still a local bully who can't be changed and eats shit.
At first, they sent people to negotiate and agreed to pay 50 million as a condition for Wei Qian and the others to withdraw from the competition.
But all fools know that this is a bullying clause to fool people. Compared with the appreciation value of that land, 50 million is nothing but mosquito meat.
A strong dragon does not overwhelm a snake, Wang Dongliang did not expect that he would be humiliated by an outsider. He has been rampant in City A for a long time, like a shrimp learning to walk after a crab in Handan—now he can only walk horizontally, and has forgotten how to walk vertically Law.
So Wang Dongliang suddenly became angry from embarrassment.
Before that incident, there were several threatening letters sent to Wei Qian's office.
Xiaofei made a fuss and reported to the police at the beginning, but she couldn't find the source, including the laboratory tests, and there was no evidence pointing to Wang Dongliang, not to mention that the local police couldn't reach City A. No matter whether it was coordination or investigation, this matter was difficult. a lot of.
Wei Qian simply told Xiaofei not to make a fuss, and used the threatening letter to wipe the e-liquid in the filter.
Seeing that the threats didn't work, and seeing that the time for bidding and bidding was getting closer and closer, Wang Dongliang became anxious, and frantically began to slant his sword.
"Isn't it just a piece of land? Let's withdraw as soon as possible. Our country is 9.6 million square kilometers. Do we need to fight with him for this piece of land?" Ma Chunming said, "Besides, we are doing serious business. Yes, that Wang Dongliang is a hooligan, he doesn’t follow the rules at all, how can he fight with him? If someone hits you with a car this time, will he send a bomb to your house next time? There is no law at all, he is just a terrorist! "
Wei Qian said without raising his eyelids: "That's impossible. Even if the land is in my hands the next day, I will charge one yuan to sign the contract and transfer it to a third party the next day. I will definitely not let this land fall into the land with the surname Wang." hands."
Ma Chunming sighed, and said earnestly, "Don't be vindictive."
"Grudgery? I don't have one." Wei Qian flicked cigarette ash in the trash basket on the balcony, "Is it a hooligan? Me too."
Dr. Ma was speechless. He had never seen the title of "hooligan" and someone rushed to take up the post.
"How could you do this?" Dr. Ma protested weakly, "Are you going to use violence to counter violence? Stop joking."
Wei Qian looked at him with a half-smile: "Yo, you dare to talk back to me, are you fat?"
Ma Chunming: "I'm reminding you to be rational."
Wei Qian asked back: "Why were you so irrational when you stayed overnight in front of the hotel?"
Ma Chunming: ""
The knife hit his chest, and he choked for a while without saying a word. After three seconds, Ma Chunming flicked his sleeves and strode out, cursing softly, "You are simply a bastard! Big bastard!"
No matter how it sounds, it sounds like a good woman and man who has been molested. Wei Qian smiled softly, stretched his legs and sat on the small puffy sofa on the balcony, looking out the window at the crisp autumn sky, and smoked the cigarette in his hand .
After a while, San Pang also came in, Wei Qian raised his head and gave him a questioning look.
Sanpang picked up his trouser legs and sat down next to him: "The kid is fine—but you two are good enough today."
"Hang?" Wei Qian got up, put his hands on both sides of the balcony window, and looked down condescendingly, "Someone is watching near my house, you work overtime today, go back to the company to sort out the address book, all the relationships you can find Roll it again."
Sanpang was stunned for a moment: "Are you going to fight Wang Dongliang?"
"It's him who wants to fight me to the death." Wei Qian looked up at San Pang, "Why, you want to give me cynicism like Ma Chunming?"
"That's not true." San Pang shook his head.
Ma Chunming is a child of a decent family. He has been studying smoothly since he was a child, and he has become a high-spirited scholar. His hobby is to stay at home and read books. He is a typical scholar. Scholars are not willing to mess with this kind of thing. They think the price is too high , and lose weight.
But San Pang understands this truth, and the "good guys" who are dragged along and beaten back are the ones who are the most likely to cause trouble. Everyone knows that persimmons are picky and soft.
Sanpang raised his hidden worry: "Can we beat him?"
Wei Qian turned his head and glanced at him: "If he was Fourth Master Hu, I would avoid him, but is he?"
"you mean"
"If you want to survive, the underworld must follow the rules of the underworld. In the business world, this kind of hooligan tricks, is it really the boss and the second child?" Wei Qian sneered, "You can't keep up with the black with business. For a long time, this piece of land is of course good, but it’s not worth it, he didn’t hesitate to ask someone to drive me over and grab it, guess why?”
Sanpang lowered his voice: "They don't have enough funds, and they are afraid that we will raise their prices when they bid for auctions."
"He's about to 'can't afford' it, it's like a dog jumping over the wall." Wei Qian said.
San Pang hesitated for a moment: "That's safe."
"Recently, I told everyone to be careful. If the managers are worried, they can hire someone to follow them. If they find suspicious people near their homes, they can call the police. They say they have been targeted by a theft gang and call Bureau Zhao to let him know what's going on. That's fine, I'll treat him to dinner in two days. All expenses incurred will be reimbursed."
Wei Qian is a reliable person. In some respects, he is more reliable than the old bear who pretends to be immortal all day long—Brother Le is still dying.
San Pang knew that he was superior in being tactful, and that he was not a person with serious affairs after all, but he believed that Wei Qian was, so after hearing Wei Qian's words, he stopped talking, and planned to follow Wei Qian's lead in everything.
At this point, San Pang's voice changed: "Hey, let me tell you, how did Xiao Yuan get the big gash on the back of his neck? Any more deviation would kill him."
Wei Qian didn't know what to think of, paused, and then said as simply as possible: "The glass on the driver's side is broken, and something may have scratched it."
Although he just said that lightly, Comrade San Fat looks like a big and three rough, but he is a monkey spirit in his heart. After listening to the voice, and seeing Wei Qian's unscathed body, after thinking about it for a while, he figured out what the scene was like at that time .
San Pang frowned, and for a while, he didn't know whether to say with emotion or worry: "His heart for you is simply"
As soon as this matter was mentioned, the calm indifference on Wei Qiancai's face immediately fell apart. He frowned, and sat down on the small sofa just now, almost with his legs nestled. He was uncomfortable at all, so he changed his posture irritably, posing Waving his hand: "Don't mention it, it's annoying me to death."
Sanpang was silent for a while: "The guy in our family, isn't she pregnant recently? No one in the company dared to make her work more, which made her idle all day long, and bought a lot of inexplicable things. I don’t want to talk about it, but I was forced to watch it. As soon as I protested, I said that I don’t love her anymore. I pinched my nose and read it a few times, and I thought it was all nonsense. The thing that we usually live together, at most, was on hormones when we first met. It’s been a long time, so what else is there to say? You’re good, it’s been more than ten years, he’s not tired of him, and it’s been more than four years, so send him away, okay, come back this time, I Seeing that he is going to get worse, what do you think he thinks?"
Wei Qian said angrily: "No, fat man, what do you mean? Isn't it when you stuffed girls' photos in my room while I was away?"
San Pang: "If Xiaoyuan is a girl, I will tie you to his bed."
The conversation between the two reached this point, and it was too weird to continue. The two sides stared and stared in silence for a while, Wei Qian stretched out a finger, pointed at the door and said, "Get out."
San Pang stood up, pressed Wei Qian's hand, and patted the back of his hand twice: "You guys, do it yourself."
He said, he walked out with square steps, and met Ma Chunming who was downcast and still sullen: "Let's go, Mr. Turtle, don't be too hard to turn around here. These days, hooligans can't beat those with a hooligan heart." 'Serious man' Oh, you are quite childish"
The two of them left, Wei Qian came out to take a look, and saw that bastard Ma Chunming signed two little turtles in armor behind the balcony door of his house, each holding a sewing needle, staring at each other Staring at him, his head still looks like a ninja turtle, with a cloth strip tied on his forehead, and the word "er" is written on one side.
Wei Qian read Ma Chunming's message from it - the two turtle sons are going to fight.
This kind of bastard is still living well under his own hands, sometimes challenging him with his salary, Wei Qian feels that he is really a wise king.
He heard suppressed laughter, Wei Qian turned around and found that Wei Zhiyuan was behind him at some point.
Wei Zhiyuan was still shirtless, his shoulders were broad and upright, his bare upper body muscle lines were obvious and graceful, and even the miserable wound didn't look too much of an eyesore, but added some vitality to him.
I have seen this kid's bare butt so many times, but Wei Qian has never been so embarrassed like this. His eyes slipped away as soon as he touched Wei Zhiyuan, and he focused on Wei Zhiyuan's nose as much as possible: "Xiaobao, that By the way, I will ask Xiaofei to arrange it, and you will not go out these two days. Something happened to me, and I will be troubled today."
He didn't say anything, Wei Zhiyuan interrupted him suddenly: "Actually, I'm very happy today."
Wei Qian was dumb, he had an intuition of what Wei Zhiyuan was going to say next, and he wanted to stop him, but his temples throbbed suddenly, and he couldn't say a word for a while.
Wei Zhiyuan approached him slowly, and put his hands on the wall behind Wei Qian.
"I wish I could protect you one day since I was a child." Wei Zhiyuan said softly, "You always never give me a chance, so I managed to snatch one today."
Wei Qian's throat slid slightly imperceptibly, but the slightly lowered eyelids made him look like there was no fluctuation in his expression.
Wei Qian said coldly: "You are simply sick."
Wei Zhiyuan smiled wryly, looking a little melancholy: "Brother Xiong said that I should save myself three times a day, sleep in front of the bed every day, and recall the big and small thoughts of the day. For a while, I played a stand-alone disaster-themed game with a few friends. At that time I have a lingering thought every day. I hope that a sudden big earthquake will knock down the brick and soil framework and bury the whole city. I can use my flesh and blood to open a gap for you, so that Watch me crumble to pieces in your arms."
He stared into Wei Qian's eyes, slowly slid his hand propped on the wall, and put it gently on Wei Qian's body: "But after I analyzed it, I found that the reason why I had this idea was purely because I hated you. It’s a typical loser’s way of thinking to get revenge on you, so I started to stop myself from thinking about it, although it still pops up once or twice.”
He was getting closer and closer to Wei Qian, and after closing his eyes lightly, he showed a childlike smile: "Just for a moment, there are many wounds on my body like rags, if you have something to do, hit me."
Wei Qian: ""
Wei Zhiyuan smiled brighter: "That's right, brother, I'm just threatening you."
However, when he said this, he did not do anything outrageous in the end. He just kissed Wei Qian's eyebrows very gently and carefully, like a dragonfly touching water, and then retreated after a short pause.
Then he let go of his hand and took a step back: "Damn it, I'm so happy, it's worth it to be beaten to death by you."
Wei Qianquan didn't know why he was like a wooden stake, listening to this sick nonsense here, and he didn't know why he didn't hit him, why he didn't push him away, and kept standing upright like a goose and let him do whatever he wanted .
Wei Zhiyuan's eyes, voice, and San Pang's words "I'll do it for myself" when he was about to leave, were all tangled into a mess in Wei Qian's mind.
In the end, Wei Qian turned to the left expressionlessly, went back into the room without saying a word, and slammed the door shut with a "touch".
After that day, Wei Zhiyuan was obsessed with Wei Qian, and insisted on going to work with him every day. He followed Wei Qian wherever he went. During the day, he asked Xiao Fei to set up another desk in Wei Qian's office. The earphones do their own thing. He eats with him when he has dinner parties in the evening, and goes home together when he doesn't have dinner. Wei Qian can see this thing 24 hours a day, as long as he doesn't close his eyes.
A few days later, Song Xiaobao came back, accompanied by Alex and a retired female special police officer that Xiao Fei had hired to help.
Wei Qian had no choice but to go with Wei Zhiyuan to pick her up.
It was the first time that cheap A saw Wei Qian, stared at him all the way, and was almost in a hurry. In the end, Wei Zhiyuan couldn't bear to block his sight, and gave him a warning look.
Alex secretly whispered to Xiaobao: "You're so stingy, I just want to see."
Song Xiaobao stretched out his high slender heel, and crushed his foot fiercely: "I want, point, force, face."
Alex's skin is as thick as a city wall, he doesn't care, he doesn't want to look at this, he looks at other things, shifts his eyes to Wei Zhiyuan, almost through his clothes, licks every muscle line on Wei Zhiyuan's body with his eyes mouth, looked at Song Xiaobao with critical and disgusting eyes, and continued to bite his ear: "Actually, you are the one who picked it up?"
Song Xiaobao really had enough of this bitch, and planned to beat him for 300 rounds on the spot, but at this moment, Alex, who has never resisted professional beaters, suddenly raised a hand, and held her down easily, at the same time, The expression became serious: "Wait, don't make trouble."
As he said that, Alex turned his head suddenly, and there seemed to be a figure flashing in the distance, and when they walked over to check, the person had already run away.
"Someone has been following me for a while," Wei Qian said, "I'm almost used to it."
"It's not that someone is following you." Alex said, "I think this person may be secretly filming you."
Although Alex is very cheap, he is indeed a supermodel. In recent years, he has stepped into the film and television industry with one foot. Even people like Wei Qian who don't watch TV feel familiar when they meet him. Paparazzi has almost become his daily life, and he is particularly sensitive to sneak shots.
By his words.
I don't know if the other party knew they were aware of it, but the next day Wei Qian received a courier in the office, a thick stack of photos, some were clearer, some were much blurred.
And the more blurred it is, the more ambiguous the content of the photo, especially the one that seems to have been taken from a long distance outside the window. Wei Zhiyuan just said a few words to him and pecked lightly on his forehead when he came here. However, it looked like Wei Zhiyuan pressed him against the wall and kissed him.
Wei Zhiyuan walked over immediately: "Was it sent by the king or something?"
He frowned and picked up the most outrageous photo: "I'm sorry for my negligence."
Entrepreneurs and politicians are not from the entertainment industry. The whole society is asking them to "corporate social responsibility". In particular, Wei Qian usually deals with local government officials and partners of large companies. What age are those people? After all, there are only a few people who are old and shameless like Mr. Zhang, what will they think
As for Wei Zhiyuan's origin, Wei Qian seldom explained it to others, he only said that he was a younger brother, just like Xiaobao, who would know that he was not a relative
Brotherly incest in this era when homosexuality is already shameful
This is going too far.
"You don't have to worry, I'll take this matter on your shoulders." Wei Zhiyuan calmed down for a moment, and immediately passed through his mind several plans to take all the beauty on himself and take Wei Qian out-not to mention it was his wishful thinking, he Brother Gen was forced by him innocently, even if Wei Qian was real, he planned to do everything he could for the rest of his life to prevent his brother from getting into any more trouble.
At this moment, the phone on Wei Qian's desk rang.
Wei Qian raised his hand to stop Wei Zhiyuan's voice, and answered it.
The other party spoke slowly: "Wei Dong, it's really difficult to say a few words to you."
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