Zha Gong cried bitterly for me after rebirth

In the evening, Bai Qingjiu was sitting outside the door of Murong Qin's mansion with a painting in his arms. The sky began to drizzle. He clearly knew what the password was, but he didn't want to take another step.

Five years ago, the Murong family fought openly and covertly, the Xia family cooperated with Murong Qin, and Wei Chengyuan left quietly. Bai Qingjiu never knew about these things. He once blamed Murong Qin for locking him up at home, but he didn't know about the outside world. The world is turned upside down, Bai Qingjiu doesn't even remember when he took the position of president of Murong Group.

How many unknown things has he covered up with his indifference?

At this time, the Xia family was happy and happy. When the youngest son who had been lost for many years came home, Mr. Xia burst into tears with excitement: "Xiaoyu, didn't daddy throw you away on purpose back then, do you blame daddy?"

Xia Yu smiled and said, "Father, I'm really glad to see you again."

"Just come back. This will be your home from now on. What do you want? Dad will definitely make it up to you."

Xia Yu looked at Xia Changyan, and said, "If the elder brother hadn't found me, I'm afraid I wouldn't have the chance to see you again. It would be great if the Xia family had an elder brother."

Xia Changyan clenched his fists and pressed down on the table: "Father, our cooperation with the Murong family..."

Mr. Xia's face turned cold: "Didn't I tell you to dispel this idea a long time ago! If you want to pick meat from the Murong family, don't even think about it. Our Xia family has a century-old foundation, just keep it safe."

"Father! Our ideas are outdated. If we don't switch to new industries, I'm afraid..."

"Okay, it's rare for Xiaoyu to come back, don't talk about these things."

Xia Changyan's veins bulged: "Didn't you agree with my decision if you promised me to bring Xiaoyu back?"

"As long as I live, I will have the final say in the Xia family!" The old gentleman put down his chopsticks and pushed the wheelchair back to the room.

Xia Yu took a few mouthfuls of food, smiled lightly and said, "Brother, it seems that things are not as simple as you think."

Xia Changyan held back his breath: "Come back to my room."

"Don't I have my own room?"

"Yes, I'll take you there."

The housekeeper carried a painting: "Master, the painting you auctioned has arrived, where should I hang it?"

Xia Changyan weighed his fingers: "Hanging in Xiaoyu's room, he will like it."

Xia Yu frowned: "What painting?"

"You will know when you go."

Xia Changyan pushed open a door, and the room was neatly arranged with items, and said to the housekeeper, "Let's put the painting, I'll hang it myself."

Xia Yu always kept a trace of vigilance, and stayed at the door. Xia Changyan lifted the curtain on the painting, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Do you like it?"

Xia Yu's pupils converged in an instant: "Where did you get this?"

"Sure enough, they are brothers who have lived together for ten years. You can tell at a glance."

"Didn't you say that if I do what you say, you won't go to him!"

Xia Changyan leaned him against the wall, flicked his fingers lightly, and locked the door from the inside: "Why are you nervous? I won't do anything to him. You know how to steal other people's things since you were young. Since you played the role of Xia Yu , just play it well for me, don't play it."

Xia Yu pressed his face against the wall, and said sarcastically, "You just can't do it. You have a lot of fighting spirit. In fact, what you want is the share that the Xia family can give me."

"As long as you know."

Xia Yu gasped: "I said before, I promise to do anything for you, and when it's done, don't bother me, let alone him!"

Xia Changyan hooked his neck, pushed him on the bed, and pressed his lower back: "For your stupid brother, you really do everything, why? Is he so likable?"

"Oh, of course you don't know, because you will never be as good as him."

Xia Changyan twisted his lower back fiercely, breathing fiercely and hotly: "I don't understand you disgusting homosexuals, like ants living at the bottom of a well, he has clinged to that Murong's body countless times, you What kind of?"

Xia Yu resisted vigorously: "Shut up, get off me!"

"What right do you have to order me? You're not real Xia Yu. I can do anything to you."

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The painting was too dark, Bai Qingjiu was drowsy holding the painting, a dazzling light came, and the car drove to the door from a distance.

Xue Qin jumped out of the car first and supported the drunk Murong Qin. Murong Qin pushed him away: "Why are you still following me? Didn't you let you go?"

"Mr. Murong, don't you need me tonight?"

Bai Qingjiu stood up from the flowers, his face was bitten several times by mosquitoes, his hair was wet, his clothes were half wet, and he walked over slowly.

"Murong Qin, I brought you the painting."

Murong Qin stopped and looked at him from head to toe: "Are you a fool?"

"..."

"Who told you to sit here without saying a word."

"You made me wait."

Murong Qin snorted coldly, grabbed his neck and said, "Open the door."

"I do not know."

Murong Qin grabbed his hand and pressed the combination lock key by key: "Do you remember?"

Xue Qin followed in: "Mr. Murong, what about me?"

Murong Qin collapsed on the sofa, kneading between his brows: "Water."

Bai Qingjiu put down the painting and remained motionless.

Xue Qin's arrogant temper came up: "What are you doing in a daze, pour water."

"I'm not familiar with him, so I won't fall."

"who are you?"

"Just a painter."

"Nonsense, if you don't know each other well, why would Mr. Murong spend a lot of money to buy your paintings? The paintings are so-so, not as good as a three-year-old child."

Bai Qingjiu didn't want to explain to him, so he turned around and left, but was stopped by Xue Qin: "Mr. Murong kept talking about someone when he was drunk, is it you?"

Bai Qingjiu smiled: "If you want to know, just ask him yourself."

"I hate you the most. You are a lowly person who pretends to be a white lotus to seduce men. You just want money. I'll give it to you. Get out of here."

Bai Qingjiu clenched his palms tightly, and his tone was still calm: "You have the skills to negotiate the price with me, why don't you pour a glass of water for Mr. Murong."

"Humph!"

Xue Qin rummaged around for the cup, Murong Qin kept his things hidden, so it would be strange if he could find it.Bai Qingjiu took out the teacup from the refrigerator: "Here."

Xue Qin walked over aggressively, and the moment his hand touched, Bai Qingjiu let go of his hand.

"Snapped--"

The blue and white ceramic cup fell to pieces in an instant, and Murong Qin's voice roared, "Bai Qingjiu, what are you doing!"

Xue Qin glared at him: "You are dead."

Murong Qin walked over with a wobbly figure, Xue Qin took the opportunity to bend down to pick it up, his finger was cut by the tile, and said coquettishly, "Mr. Murong, it hurts so much, it's all because of him."

Bai Qingjiu raised his face and said coldly, "It's not me."

He was not [-]% sure, he only bet on whether Murong Qin would believe him this time.