My Doraemon Boyfriend

Overnight, City S seemed to have changed. The Yixi Group was shut down, and hundreds of people lost their jobs.

But what Su Han is most worried about is not these, what he is worried about is what will happen to Qiao Nuandong and what will happen to him in the future.

It has been three days since the Yixi Group's accident, and Su Han still hasn't heard any news about Qiao Nuandong. All the news about him has been tightly sealed. When he is mentioned, everyone shakes their heads and expresses that they don't know. .

Qiao Nuandong seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Su Han was very worried. Regardless of Missy's persuasion, he went to Qiao's villa to look for him.

Of course Missy was worried that he would go alone, so he secretly drove behind him, jokingly, Qiao's villa was also sealed off, what if Su Han forced his way in and was arrested.

Of course Missy had to follow, and at the same time, he called Ji Ran.

It's better to have a policeman by your side than anything else.

Sure enough, although Qiao's villa was sealed, Su Han still broke in, and the seal pasted on the door was also torn.

Seeing this, Missy grasped Ji Ran's hand subconsciously. Ji Ran was stunned for a moment, and held his hand in a random anti-customer manner, but was still thrown away by Missy.

"Qiao Zhengxi!" Su Han shouted standing in the empty hall, everything in the villa had been emptied.Really just an empty shell left.

"Su Han!" Missy rushed in to hold him when he heard Su Han's shout, "Stop shouting, how could he be here, there must be no one here."

"Then tell him where he will go." Su Han looked at Missy with deep worry in his eyes, "Where will he go alone?"

"I think he might have been sent abroad." Ji Ran said to the point.

"Going abroad?" Su Han grabbed Ji Ran's hand, "Where did you go?"

"I don't know." Ji Ran shook his head, "Three nights ago, Qiao Duopei's private plane did fly out of the country, but it never flew back. We couldn't find him either."

"Look, Qiao Duopei will definitely make good arrangements for his precious son, so don't worry." Missy put her arms around Su Han's shoulders and took him out, "Besides, Qiao Nuandong's talent is not enough to scare you." Will he starve to death? He'll be fine too, don't you worry."

"Besides, he doesn't remember you at all, and it's useless for you to find him. Su Han, forget about him. Start over. You still have me...we..." In fact, Missy wanted to talk about me , but he didn't dare, and finally added them.

He doesn't remember you at all.

These words deeply hurt Su Han's heart, he bent over dusk clutching his throbbing heart, almost out of breath.

Is this the end of the two of them?

Missy's hand that was stretched out to pat Su Han's shoulder froze in the air, because he saw Su Han crying.

He was really crying, and big tears fell from his eye sockets to the ground.

Ji Ran caught the hurt emotion flashing in Missy's eyes, and sadly put down his hands that wanted to hug him.

Three people died.

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Su Han will never forget the scene when he first met Qiao Nuandong.

That white-clothed young man in snow just broke into his eyes, and in his heart, he will never forget it ever since.

That was the opening ceremony several years ago.

As the representative of his third-year seniors, he gave a speech on the stage. In the playground of tens of thousands of people, the crowd was crowded, but the place where Qiao Nuandong was stood out stood out.

The boy in white stood in the crowd wearing earphones, no matter how crowded and noisy the surroundings were, the tranquility of the boy could not be disturbed.

He just stood there quietly, in sharp contrast to the people around him.

No, it should be that the noisy crowd around him couldn't cover up the cold aura emanating from the young man.

As soon as Su Han stood on the podium, he caught sight of the boy.

He happened to see the corner of the boy's slightly raised lips.

This smile, from now on, Su Han will never forget it, miss it deeply.

But just after Su Han found out the boy's name, the boy dropped out of school and entered the entertainment industry.

From then on, a bright and dazzling new star gradually rose in the entertainment circle, and also rose in Su Han's lonely heart for many years.

It's a pity that now, the boy is gone.

From now on, mentioning you, I am afraid I will never be able to do it again, and there will be no wind and rain or sunshine.

Su Han thought that Qiao Nuandong would be the biggest and most difficult wound in his heart to heal.

Extra Story ([-])

Four years later.

After Su Han received the news that Qiao Zhendong died of illness in prison, he immediately left and rushed back from City Y. At this time, he was holding a signing event in City Y.Just like that, he left behind the fans who came from all over the country, and rushed back to City S.

Qiao Zhendong is dead.

That means, Qiao Nuandong will come back.

ah!His Xibao, his sweetheart, is finally coming back!

Countless days and nights, countless searches, countless expectations, and countless disappointments.

Now his baby is finally coming back from that distant place in the wind and rain.

Su Han was very happy, but also very scared.

Four years have passed, does he still remember himself?

Or in the past four years, he never thought of himself?

Those day and night companionship, those day and night frolics, bit by bit, suddenly come to mind, just like yesterday.

However, four years have passed.

The children adopted by Missy and Ji Ran are both one and a half years old.And the one I love, you just came back...

Even though he was afraid, he was still no match for the desire to meet each other.

After getting off the plane, Su Han didn't even go home, so he took a taxi to the prison area on the outskirts of the city.

But he was still one step too late.The prison officer told him that just 5 minutes ago, Qiao Zhendong's family had come to take his body back.

5 minutes……

300 second……

Just missed it again? !

Su Han couldn't believe it, the black bag in his hand fell to the ground.

City S is brightly lit at night, and the night is intoxicating, but Su Han's heart feels like falling into an ice cellar, very tired.

The hopeless and hopeless waiting and searching for these years has exhausted most of his energy, but now he clearly sees hope, but he is disappointed.

He felt that he could not hold on any longer, but where are you, my Xibao...

But have you ever heard my call?

In the dead of night, the suburbs with few people are even more silent.

It's autumn now, and the fallen leaves are flying. Su Han was walking on the road. Hearing the sound of falling leaves under his feet, he suddenly felt a sore nose. He squatted down weakly, holding his head in his hands.

"Xibao, where are you..."

"I am here."

Extra Story ([-])

By the time Qiao Nuandong finished dealing with his father's affairs, it was already three days later.

He did not organize it with great fanfare, nor did he hold it with great fanfare, but quietly, with a few close family members and friends, from the sparks to the burial, the whole process was as quiet as a pantomime.

During the whole process, Qiao Nuandong didn't shed a single tear, nor did she show any emotions.He just stood there very quietly, as quiet as air.

The funeral is over, and twilight sets in.The wind whistled across the cemetery without leaving a trace.

Qiao Nuandong was the only one left in the entire cemetery. He stood quietly in front of the black tombstone, his eyes fixed on the black and white photo pasted on the tombstone.

After a while, he slowly raised his left hand to cover his eyes, and then with a plop, he knelt down in front of the tombstone.

"Dad..." A low, suppressed sob came out of his mouth.

Under the moonlight and starlight, a tear dripped from the palm of his hand covering his eyes, followed by tears like raindrops.

Drop on the ground, fall on the heart.

A quarter past ten.

Qiao Nuandong put down his hands, his eyes were red and swollen, and his expression was tired, but his eyes were extremely firm.

After solemnly kowtowing three times, Qiao Nuandong looked up at the photo on the tombstone: "Father, I will live well and live well."

The words fell, got up and left.

It's exactly eleven o'clock.

Time bar.

After four years, Qiao Nuandong is still used to coming to this bar to get drunk when he is in a bad mood.

The biggest difference between Time Bar and other bars is that it is very quiet, without the bustling lights and feasting of other bars.Instead, it was as quiet as if it didn't exist.

Qiao Nuandong liked the atmosphere here very much, it was so quiet that it made people want to cry.

But he didn't cry, he just sat quietly in the corner, drinking beer one cup after another, and the memories from childhood to adulthood flashed through his mind.

The final frame was his father lying quietly on the bed.

In the past four years, he has not come back to see it.He worked desperately, day and night, so that in the future, when his father was released from prison, he could take him to see what he had created.Let him know that his precious son doesn't just piss him off.

But he couldn't see it, and he never would.

Thinking of this, Qiao Nuandong felt his heart throbbing.

He hated himself why he didn't go back and have a look in these four years, why didn't he go back?

Why can't I even see my father for the last time?

why?

The wine glass fell to the ground with a bang, breaking the silence of the room.

Qiao Nuandong ignored the strange stares from others, stood up from his seat, staggered, and walked out drunkenly.

But, the sky is big and the earth is big, where is he going...

Father is gone, where is his home?

Where should he go?

This feeling of hopelessness entangled him tightly, entwining a drowning person like weeds in a river.

In the end, Qiao Nuandong couldn't bear the pain and suddenly fell down on the street.

Dad, I want to go home...

"Xibao, I'll take you home."

A warm voice like spring breeze came from ahead.