Since they had the intention to cooperate, Wen Liang naturally couldn't drive the girl away. Besides, he knew that Miao Qingyan probably hadn't gotten over the breakup with her boyfriend yet. Facing an empty room alone, anyone who had been heartbroken knew how suffocating and helpless it would be. So she stayed at Wen Liang's house without any excessive intentions, or any special thoughts about Wen Liang. She just wanted to find someone to talk to and distract herself.
Wen Liang pointed at the sofa, and Miao Qingyan snapped his fingers generously, saying, "Understood, old rules, your bedroom, my sofa, one quilt each!"
It suddenly rained in the capital in the middle of the night. The raindrops hit the glass windows and made crackling sounds. Wen Liang woke up from his sleep and felt a slight chill on his body. The weather in March was unpredictable, and he felt a little cold even with his physical fitness. He could imagine how Miao Qingyan would feel in the living room outside. He sighed to himself and left the bedroom with the quilt in his arms.
Miao Qingyan lay on the sofa, curled up tightly. Wen Liang shook his head and gently covered her with the quilt. The girl in her sleep was no longer as tough as she was during the day, and her delicate eyebrows were locked into a "川" shape. She was unhappy. No matter how many dirty words she said, no matter if she kept smiling or not, she was unhappy!
But the only medicine to cure a broken heart is time. Wen Liang was powerless to do anything about this, so he went to the door to get his coat and turned back to the bedroom.
At six in the morning, Wen Liang left a note in the living room, asking Miao Qingyan to close the doors and windows when she left, then changed into a light sportswear and went to a nearby park for a run. After the rain in the middle of the night, the morning air was fresh and refreshing, and he ran three laps around the stone road by the lake. A few young people who were also running followed him. One of them deliberately said to the people around him in a voice that Wen Liang could hear: "I bet ten dollars that this girl is a country bumpkin from the countryside. She's wearing rags and pretending to be cool when she runs. Damn!"
Wen Liang turned his head away. The rude young man raised his chin in a defiant gesture. A man next to him panted and said, "Ten... He doesn't deserve ten dollars. I'll just bet fifty cents at most! MD, but looking at his behavior, I'm sure I'll lose!"
Wen Liang frowned slightly, his eyes drifting over the feet of several people. They were not wearing common running shoes, but very casual sneakers. The clothes on their bodies were also varied. Some of them even had mechanical watches of unknown brands on their wrists. He had roughly figured out where they came from, so he sped up his pace and left these people behind in a moment.
The out-of-breath man was dumbfounded and said, "Boss Fei, what should I do? I just gathered my strength and didn't have time to knock him into the water..."
The young man who first provoked him stamped his feet and cursed, "What else can we do? Chase him!"
Then an interesting scene happened by the lake. A man was running calmly in front. At first glance, he didn't seem to be running fast, but there were four or five young people following him. They tried their best to catch up with him, but they were only a few steps away. It would be stupid to give up, so they had to keep chasing. They ran three more laps, always three or five meters behind. Several people couldn't run anymore, so they sat down on the bench by the lake, some fell down or lay down, not caring about the dampness after the rain. They were tired like dead dogs.
"Tell me, who sent you here?"
Wen Liang ran one more lap than them. When he stood in front of everyone, his face wasn't red, his heart wasn't beating fast, and there wasn't even a drop of sweat on his forehead. It was as if he had just eaten breakfast and was taking a leisurely stroll by the lake. How could he look like he had run a full 7,000 meters
"Send... send your uncle..."
The young man still had a few breaths left, and stood up with his hands on his hips, saying, "I don't like you, so I want to teach you a lesson, what do you think?"
Wen Liang smiled and said, "You guys are obviously not here to run. You've never gotten up so early in your life, have you? I have to say, after seeing you guys, I finally understand that being a gangster requires a certain level of skill. Not everyone can pretend to be one!"
The young man looked embarrassed, raised his foot and kicked over, cursing: "Fuck you, who told you I'm a small thug? I'm a big gangster..."
Wen Liang was too lazy to even dodge and just slapped him. The young man had just raised his foot halfway when he felt a sharp pain on his face. He staggered and fell on the recliner behind him, causing his companion to scream!
"Rogue?" Wen Liang still had a smile on his face and said, "Look at your face, which is as tender as a woman's. The most rogue thing you have done is to comfort your little brother with your left and right hands, right?"
The young man was stunned by the slap, and his blood was boiling because of Wen Liang's words. He completely forgot the young lady's instructions and said, "Stop being a bitch, get up and teach him a lesson. If I don't make this grandson call me grandpa today, I won't be called Peter Pan!"
"Mr. Fei..."
"Fei Nima, call me Brother Fei!"
"Yes, Brother Fei," the man who made the bet with him came over and whispered, "Didn't the boss say that we should just tease him to vent our anger, and don't make it too awkward..."
Peter Pan recalled the scene when the big sister was angry, and his neck couldn't help shrinking. He said fiercely, "Okay, I won't bother with a country bumpkin like you. If you know what's good for you, just jump into the lake and I'll spare you a beating!"
"Oh," Wen Liang said with a long tone, "So you are Mr. Fei from the Rose Studio?"
Someone asked in surprise: "How do you know..."
Before he could finish his words, others covered his mouth. Peter Pan turned back angrily and cursed: "Are you a three-year-old kid? Are you so easy to fool?"
Wen Liang had guessed a little, and it was confirmed at this time. It turned out to be the person sent by Smoky Makeup to cause trouble. Smoky Makeup has a good name, called Shui Qiangwei. By the time of her parents' generation, most of them worked in party newspapers and schools, and had long been away from the political core. Shui Qiangwei studied architecture abroad, and after returning to China, she opened a rose studio. After more than a year of development, she has become well-known in the industry.
"Go back and tell your Mr. Shui that I'm very busy and don't have time to play house with her. Let's forget about it this time, but if there's a next time, I won't be so easy to talk to!"
Peter Pan and the others didn't know what to do for a moment. The big sister told them not to reveal their identities, but now their identities were known. What should they do next? They were all employees of the studio, and it was the first time they pretended to be hooligans and made trouble. They could only watch Wen Liang leave without taking any further action.
Wen Liang shook his head. In a place like the capital, the people he met were not normal. However, after two misunderstandings, this happened. It was really a headache. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued)