Tender trapping

Zhuo Wenlang didn't respond to Xu Ziang's words, but instead explained to Ran Xu that the company needed him to go back because of the phone call he had just received.

"I won't keep you today. It's okay for you to take a taxi back by yourself?"

"Of course." Ran Xu nodded, "Go back quickly and leave me alone."

The two of them were very close when they talked, Zhuo Wenlang did it on purpose, but Ran Xu didn't notice.

Xu Ziang stood aside and watched thoughtfully, and when Ran Xu turned his head, he showed a gentle smile: "Do you want me to take you back?"

That Zhuo Wenlang had already put on his coat and walked out of the exhibition hall. His steps were a little hurried. It seems that the company's affairs should be urgent... Ran Xu frowned and thanked Xu Ziang: "Thank you, but I will take the bus back by myself can."

He didn't quite understand why Xu Ziang felt a little familiar to him, maybe it was because of Zhuo Wenlang?Ran Xu faintly felt uncomfortable in his heart, but he was afraid that he was thinking too much. After all, no matter which of these two people they were, they both looked moderate. One was a lover, and the other was a senior whom he admired.

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Zhuo Wenlang left the exhibition hall, the smile on his face disappeared, he called Zhuo Minghui with a sullen face, and as expected, he heard bursts of busy calls.

The caller just now was not an assistant from Roush's subsidiary, but Lee, who told him that Zhuo Minghui had run away.

And this kid who ran away not only dropped the things in the villa before leaving, but also beat up the security at the door of the house in order to run out. I really don't know how he is so bold!

Zhuo Wenlang asked someone to check the surveillance, and at the same time drove to the Chenshan villa.

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This Xu Ziang dutifully sent Ran Xu to the side of the road, saying that he wanted to watch him get on the bus, but Ran Xu waved his hands repeatedly and said no: "Don't worry, I'm not a child either."

Xu Ziang laughed out loud: "You are ten years younger than me and Zhuo Wenlang, why aren't you a child?"

Ran Xu felt a little weird when he heard this, subconsciously he didn't like Xu Ziang mixing himself with Zhuo Wenlang, but he was like a "child" who didn't fit in with their world.

"I'm an adult, Mr. Xu." Ran Xu's tone was not very good, his thoughts were written all over his face.

Xu Ziang has seldom seen such a straightforward dissatisfaction over the years. He became more interested in Ran Xu, and suddenly changed the subject: "Can you show me your work?"

"I didn't bring it." Ran Xu spread his hands.

Xu Ziang glanced at the flip phone in his palm, and shook his head with a smile: "Come back and send me an email." Then, regardless of Ran Xu's dodging, he took his phone over and lost a game. String the mailbox number in and put it back into Ran Xu's hands, and that's it.

Ran Xu looked at the back of Xu Ziang leaving, and heaved a sigh of relief.

It should be a happy thing to see the artist he likes, but for some reason, Ran Xu is not very interested now. He guessed that maybe it was because Zhuo Wenlang left and left him here alone, and he is the most stupid and not very good at it. It makes me feel uncomfortable when I'm socializing with people.

Just as he was thinking this way, looking up at the bus stop sign next to him, and thinking about which bus to take, someone suddenly grabbed his arm from the side and pulled him away from the bus stop.

Ran Xu exclaimed, and the man covered his mouth again.

"Stop barking, it's me, Zhuo Minghui."

"Hmm!" Ran Xu's eyes widened, and he followed Zhuo Minghui all the way to the trail behind the exhibition hall.

Fortunately, there were no passers-by around, and no one saw the little accident that happened here.

The path behind was blocked by the shadows of the buildings on both sides, and it didn't see sunlight all the year round. It looked colder in winter, and the wind passed through the middle, making Ran Xu shiver.

"Zhuo Minghui, why are you here?" He was extremely surprised and looked at the boy opposite him.

The last time I saw Zhuo Minghui seemed to be a long time ago. Since the incident with Sun Cheng, both of them seemed to have been expelled from school. Sick leave, as to whether it is really sick or not, no one knows.

Ran Xu originally thought that Zhuo Minghui might be tired of studying again, and he didn't know where to hide to play games, but when he saw him at this time, he found that Zhuo Minghui had lost weight and his complexion was not very good. He was in high spirits, but now he looked a little overworked for no reason.

"What's wrong with you?" Ran Xu asked.

Zhuo Minghui sneezed before opening his mouth. He rushed out without a coat, and now he was terribly cold: "Stop talking nonsense, find me a warm place first."

This place is close to the city center, and Ran Xu is not very familiar with it, so he can only find an hourly room and drag Zhuo Minghui in.

The young master frowned as soon as he entered, apparently very dissatisfied with the small room, but because the air conditioner was warm inside, he didn't say much.

Ran Xu asked him where he had been the past few days, Zhuo Minghui didn't intend to hide it, and said bluntly: "I was imprisoned by Zhuo Wenlang."

"Closed?!" Ran Xu looked at him in surprise, with "disbelief" clearly written in his eyes.

Zhuo Minghui became angry: "What do you mean? Don't believe me?!"

"No..." Ran Xu shook his head, seeing that he was in a bad mood. After thinking for a while, he felt that what Zhuo Minghui said was not impossible. After all, the fight between him and Sun Cheng was too ugly. Zhuo Wenlang really It's not impossible to get angry with him.

Thinking of this, Ran Xu trusted Zhuo Minghui a little more: "Then are you okay?"

"Do you think I'm fine?!" Zhuo Minghui was still angry, and he took off his trousers at night, revealing a few red marks on his calf, "It was scratched when I escaped, you go to the front desk to get some medicine. "

Ran Xu knelt down and took a closer look at his wound. It wasn't very deep, but there were indeed many places where the skin was broken. Even in winter, through thick pants, some places were still oozing blood. He didn't care about Zhuo Minghui's for a while. Domineering, hurried out to find the medicine box.

After the wound was healed, Zhuo Minghui's mood finally stabilized a bit. Ran Xu secretly heaved a sigh of relief when he wasn't as fierce as before, ready to fight at any time.

"So what do you do now?" he asked.

Zhuo Minghui rubbed his chin and thought for a long time, then shrugged his shoulders: "Wait for Zhuo Wenlang to catch me, what else can I do?"

Ran Xu suddenly felt speechless, he finally escaped, and now he has to wait for someone to catch him back.

"Anyway, you can see that I'm just a second generation who can't be supported. Isn't it good that he makes money for me and I spend money? What's the use of running away? If I'm not under his nose, I might point him out. Afraid that I will 'rebel', find someone to give it to me..." Zhuo Minghui made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"Where is it?" Ran Xu pulled his hand down, and couldn't help speaking for Zhuo Wenlang, "Isn't your brother also worried about you? He has such a good temper, you apologize to him, and it's over. "

Zhuo Minghui sneered twice: "He has a good temper? Then you mean that I am here to make trouble with him unreasonably."

Ran Xu sighed: "I didn't mean that, it's just..."

"He lied to you." Zhuo Minghui interrupted Ran Xu before he finished speaking, "He has been lying to you, and you still treat him as a saint."

"what?"

Seeing Ran Xu's face full of doubts, Zhuo Minghui took a deep breath and slowed down his heartbeat: "Did he tell you who Xu Ziang is?"

No.

Ran Xu just guessed that they might be old friends, but in retrospect, Zhuo Wenlang never explained to him why the two knew each other from the very beginning. What's even more strange is that Ran Xu was really like a voodoo, as long as Zhuo Wenlang If Lang didn't mention it himself, he wouldn't think about asking about it.

Now that Zhuo Minghui mentions it, I vaguely feel that something is wrong.

"That's his ex... Ah, I don't know which ex-boyfriend." Zhuo Minghui said the words very badly, watching Ran Xu's expression gradually become dignified, he felt a little pleasure, "The face is so Ugly, what's the matter, didn't Zhuo Wenlang tell you about this?"

Ran Xu didn't understand what Zhuo Minghui was laughing at. He felt shivering in his heart, but he held back his defense: "You said it too, ex... who doesn't have many exes? He's already thirty, so it's not very easy to have an ex Is it normal?"

"Really." Zhuo Minghui didn't know why he looked aggressive today, "Then if I tell you, he doesn't plan to settle down, and all the boyfriends he makes will become exes, do you believe it?"

Ran Xu's face turned completely pale in an instant, and he stood up angrily: "Zhuo Minghui! Even if you don't like your brother, you wouldn't say that, right?"

It was too much for Zhuo Minghui to say that.

"He told you, did he want to be with you?" Zhuo Minghui was still not satisfied, and continued to provoke Ran Xu with sharp words, "Then don't think about it, maybe it's your wishful thinking?"

Ran Xu recalled carefully, Zhuo Wenlang did not say these things from the beginning to the end, he kissed Ran Xu, and then said nothing, in the end it was really Ran Xu's definition of the relationship between the two of them.

But... I've kissed her before, doesn't that mean liking?

"He likes a lot of people. He also liked Xu Ziang, so why don't he bring his incumbent in front of others as usual? Do you think he looks like a normal person when he sees Xu Ziang today?" Zhuo Minghui added, "Have you seen him?" Would you bring your current incumbent to meet your ex? But Zhuo Wenlang was able to do it, and even played around with you, and is still talking to him until now!"

After the voice fell, the room became extremely quiet. Ran Xu looked at Zhuo Minghui in shock, as if he didn't know what he was talking about.

Zhuo Minghui seemed to be stimulated, and he was still chattering: "There are many things you can't think of. Do you know how Zhuo Guanzhong died?"

Zhuo Guanzhong should be the father of the two brothers.

Ran Xu didn't know why Zhuo Minghui suddenly mentioned him, but Zhuo Minghui's current appearance was really scary, as if he was completely immersed in his own anger and ignored everything around him.

Ran Xu took two steps back nervously: "How did you die?"