Rong Jing was in a meeting when suddenly the cell phone placed on the table rang.
He paused, his sharp brows slightly frowned, showing some displeasure.
Seeing his appearance, the old people in the surrounding companies all lowered their heads, not to touch him when he was angry.
Anyone who has followed Rongjing for a long time knows that he hates being interrupted when he is talking, especially things like meetings. If someone's cell phone rings, this young master can hold grudges for a whole year.
But now that it was his own phone that rang, they had no choice but to pretend that they didn't hear anything. Anyway, even if it was unlucky, it was also unlucky for the person who sent the message.
Unexpectedly, just as they lowered their heads, they heard a loud noise, and when they raised their heads subconsciously, they found that Rong Jing had already got up, and walked outside with his slender legs.
As he left with his back, there was another light sentence:
"The meeting is postponed, and I will resume it when I come back."
Just when everyone was looking at each other, not knowing what was going on, Rong Jing had already walked into his special elevator, looked at the photo on his phone, and lowered his eyes slightly.
He has always sent someone to follow the boy, and this photo was sent by that person.
In the photo, it was pouring rain. Under the corridor of a convenience store, Xie Mu, wearing a hood, was standing on the steps with a mask on his face, but his eyes were staring blankly at the rain outside.
Even a photo shows how lost he is now.
The more Rongjing watched, the more comfortable he felt inexplicably.
It may be because this photo was accompanied by the message that Xie Mu had just come out of Wen Mingquan's residence, just looking at the young man's blank stare made Rong Jing's heart itch uncontrollably.
Tsk, no matter what expression he looks on, he looks so unfucking.
Seeing this photo for the first time, this is Rong Jing's true thoughts.
It seems that this little kitten who reluctantly circled around the former owner was abandoned by his beloved owner.
The man raised his lips slightly, inherited from his grandfather, slightly darkened in his brown eyes, as if he was thinking about something unspeakable.
***
The boy leaned against the wall of the convenience store, staring blankly at the rain outside.
The cell phone in his hand keeps ringing, no need to look, Xie Mu knows who is calling.
[Ah, my Koizumi Izumi finally woke up, right?]
[Yes host, he has already started to feel guilty, although only a little bit, but this is already a very good start!]
The system began to encourage the host according to the system manual, [As long as the host works harder, his guilt will definitely increase.]
Xie Mu: [Why should I work hard?]
The system choked, stuttering weakly looking at him who was justified and retorting in a low voice, [Because the host has a task to do...]
[It doesn't matter if it's a task or not, it doesn't matter if you do it or not. ] Xie Mu lowered his head slightly, looking at his rain-stained toes, with a smile in his eyes, [But who let me have you, even if it's for my little Tonger, I will work hard.]
boom-
boom-
The system heard a heartbeat, as if... the sound of fireworks.
[House, host, I...]
"Xiaomu—"
Wen Mingquan suddenly appeared in front of Xie Mu, he ran all the way through the rain, panting heavily, looking so embarrassed.
Xie Mu clenched his fists, raised his head with red eyes, glanced at him, turned around bitterly, and walked towards the rain.
"Xiaomu, calm down first!"
Seeing that the boy was about to leave, Wen Mingquan subconsciously grabbed his delicate and slender wrist, and held it in his hand.
"Listen to me first, okay?"
Xie Mu paused, turned his back to him, and said in a bitter tone, "I believe you, do you believe me?"
"I thought, at least you still believe in me."
Wen Mingquan froze for a moment, he found that he was flustered for a moment.
It was like seeing Xie Mu's eyes just now, so desperate, as if something happened that he didn't know about.
He opened his mouth with difficulty, and said vaguely, "I believe in you."
The young man turned around slowly, and threw himself into his arms without saying a word.
Wen Mingquan subconsciously pushed him out.
"Look."
Xie Mu staggered back two steps, and stood in the rain, his eyelashes drooping wet, not knowing whether it was rainwater or tears.
He seemed to be laughing, but also seemed to be crying, "You can fool yourself, but you can't lie to your body."
"You don't believe me at all."
A black car slowly drove in front of the two of them.
In the car, Rong Jing looked at the two people who were confronting each other. The joy in the company had long since disappeared completely. He closed his eyes, and the image of Xie Mu throwing himself into his arms was still in his mind, cold and full of sarcasm.
Heh, his little pet is really restless.