Crossflow

After hastily hanging up the phone, Xie Yushu was silent for a long time.

The complex emotions that have been lingering in my heart since I found out that I was pregnant, the intertwined joy and apprehension, all dissipated in the sea of ​​​​consciousness at this moment—like a shallow coral reef swept by a submarine storm, leaving only a vast expanse of Whitespace.

After a long time, a kind of bewilderment and helplessness emerged from this vastness.

Due to the influence of pregnancy hormones, Xie Yushu has become very lethargic during this period, sometimes sleeping for a long time, and even can't distinguish the boundary between dreams and reality.

He slowly raised his right hand in front of him, stared at the scattered lines on his palm for a long time, and then pinched it hard with his left hand as he did before.

He pressed hard, and the whitish fingerprints quickly emerged from the skin, but the pain was dull, like a delay when the network was not good, or something was separated by a layer.

But it does hurt.

...So, the phone call with Tao Fengche just now was real, not just another part of his nightmare.

But it was worse than a nightmare.

Xie Yushu subconsciously hooked the corners of his lips, his smile was a bit bitter.

What he didn't tell Tao Fengche, there was actually another reason that prompted him to make the phone call - he had been having nightmares for a while.The plots in the dream are all kinds of strange things, the only thing in common is: Zhao Jiayang is in a dangerous situation and is in danger.

Thinking about it now, maybe it wasn't a nightmare, but a telepathic connection between the fetus in his womb and his biological father, and he gave an early warning.

But he has never been able to understand.

But...would there be such a possibility——Tao Fengche was lying?

A faint voice came out from the bottom of Xie Yushu's heart: Zhao Jiayang was bored with him, so he blacklisted his number and started disappearing.And because he had brought him to Tao's house before, he was afraid that he would pester him endlessly, so he specially told Tao Fengche that once he called to find out the news, he would make up a lie to cover it up.

Because he had no confidence, the voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end, it was so low that it almost disappeared.

Xie Yushu laughed at himself, thinking that this idea is really absurd - what kind of character is Zhao Jiayang, if he really wants to sever ties with him, why use this trick?

What's more, Zhao Jiayang is Tao Fengche's uncle, how could the latter say such unlucky words to curse him, or make fun of his safety?

... So, Zhao Jiayang is really dead.

This is a very simple logic problem, and the result clearly appeared in Xie Yushu's mind, but he was stunned for a long time before slowly accepting the conclusion.

The unreal pain that was separated by a layer of barriers, like the moon in a mirror in the water, returned to his body thousands of times at this moment.The heart hurts like a thoracotomy without anesthesia. It was cut out of the flesh and blood, soaked in a large glass of iced lemon juice, then wrung out, put on the chopping board, and used A dull, rusty knife cuts back and forth.

Zhao Jiayang has always spent a lot of money on his lovers, but the house he gave to Xie Yushu is one of the best among lovers in terms of location and area, and he spends a little more time staying here with Xie Yushu than other people, and sometimes it is very expensive. Prepare some small gifts for him with a sense of ritual.

He even took Xie Yushu to the Tao family's ancestral house and met the young master of the Tao family who was still in high school.

Xie Yushu's head is clear enough not to be dizzy for a moment, mistakenly thinking that the two are in a relationship, but sometimes he still thinks that he may be special to Zhao Jiayang.

Otherwise why would he do that?

So he tried his best to cater to Zhao Jiayang's preferences, tried to be petty and gentle, and wanted to get more of Zhao Jiayang's love, but he didn't expect that even though he worked so hard, he was actually just one of his many lovers.

Even the cause of Zhao Jiayang's death, he had to learn from other people.

...what the hell is he?

When this house was decorated in a minimalist style, there were not many furniture, plus the large indoor area, it looked good, but it seemed a bit too empty and deserted to actually live in it.

Jingpu at the end of October was far from unbearably cold, but the heating was turned on early in the room. Xie Yushu was wearing home clothes, half leaning on the sofa and lost his mind for a while, and then slowly pulled the thin blanket cover aside On the body, the gaze also moved to the slightly undulating stomach.

At the beginning, he didn't think about pregnancy at all. He thought he was gaining weight, so he deliberately increased the frequency of going to the gym.Thinking about it now, this kid is really tough.

pity……

When the afterglow of the sun completely disappeared, Xie Yushu finally picked up the phone, turned off the airplane mode, pulled a number from the blacklist in the recent call log, and dialed it.

"Sister Chen, I've made up my mind." As soon as the call was connected, Xie Yushu went straight to the point, "I'm not going back."

The agent on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned for a moment, and after a while, with a very exaggerated sigh, the familiar chatter sounded,

"Oh my God, you finally changed your mind. You really scared me to death... Xie Yushu, Master Xie, can I call you Master? What on earth are you thinking? You called before dawn and said you want Quit the circle, ask you why and refuse to say, and then the phone is blocked and the text message is not returned, Xiao Wang ran to find you at noon and you refused to open the door..."

"I didn't scold you. What happened to you before? Do you know how much liquidated damages you have to pay for the termination of those contracts and endorsements? You don't have a high degree of education, and you don't have any relatives in your family. If you earn that little hard-earned money, you will be paid back." It’s not enough to compensate. Besides, if you’re not in the entertainment industry, what are you going to do in the future? People who deliver the courier think you’re in poor health and slow to do things.” She finished the list in one breath, reached out and patted her chest, and then Repeatedly, "You really scared me to death, this matter is over, don't mention it next time, do you hear me?"

"Ah."

"Speaking of which, Mr. Zhao hasn't contacted you recently?" After receiving an affirmative answer, the manager heaved a sigh of relief and changed the subject on his own, "You've been with Mr. Zhao for so long, if he feels It's normal to be a little tired. But you have to know, this man is a bit mentally developed. You were picked up by Mr. Zhao. It stands to reason that he shouldn't be so heartless. You have to work hard to tie his heart... ..."

"Leave this matter alone." Xie Yushu couldn't listen any longer, and interrupted, "Don't mention anything about Mr. Zhao in the future."

The manager was taken aback, and after thinking for a moment, he tentatively asked, "Could it be Mr. Zhao..."

"I signed a confidentiality agreement." Xie Yushu summed it up in one word.

Although the manager was a bit wordy, he was not a fool to have been in the entertainment industry until now, and he understood the whole story in an instant: "Okay, I understand, you don't need to say any more."

Xie Yushu hummed vaguely.

"But...but if this is the case, what should you do in the future?" The manager hesitated, as if he was asking about Jie Yushu, or muttering to himself.

"Me?" Xie Yushu sneered, his tone was unexpectedly calm by the agent, "I will continue to live my life. Although the car I drive and the house I live in are all bought by Mr. My name is written. As for work... I am still a quasi-first-line player now, and I am not a newcomer who just debuted. I really can't do it. I will work hard in the past few years, and I will quit the circle when I earn enough."

"That's true." The agent thought for a while, "It's true that you can get money quickly in this business, but in the future without Mr. Zhao's protection, you won't be as smooth as before. You have to take over some jobs that you didn't like before. , but fortunately, you are a sensible person, you have never turned against your partner, and you have never offended anyone... But it will definitely be harder than before."

"I know this well." Xie Yushu thought for a while, then suddenly smiled, "After all... Who can't live without him? At most, it's just a rough life."

He seemed to be asking her, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

"It's good that you are clear in your heart, don't talk about this." The manager was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer, and simply changed the subject: "Hey, what happened to you before? Suddenly you can't think about it?"

"...Yes." Xie Yushu lowered his head and touched his stomach lightly, "My brain twitched."

"I still have some personal matters at the beginning of next month. If you want to receive an announcement recently, try to avoid it as much as possible. Thank you, Sister Chen."

"it is good."

The agent went through the rest of the recent work arrangements with him worriedly, and said that his assistant would pick him up early in the morning the day after tomorrow, and finally hung up the phone reluctantly.

Xie Yushu didn't put down his phone, but stared at the completely blacked out screen.

For a person like him, such a thing as home is indeed too illusory.

Still the most money in the account.

It was already pitch black outside the window, Xie Yushu didn't get up to turn on the light, but tightened the blanket on his stomach again.

"……sorry."

After a long time, there was a voice in the house, it was very soft, and it was scattered in the wind as soon as it exited.

···

At the beginning of December, when Tao Fengche was eating dinner while swiping his phone, he suddenly froze for a moment.

"……Um?"

He moved his finger away from the "Skip" option, clicked on the opening screen advertisement on social media and looked at it carefully, and then frowned—Xie Yushu announced a variety show, which was also an outdoor competitive reality show.

... But didn't he just have an abortion last month?

Although Tao Fengche was not present to accompany him, all the medical staff involved in the operation were arranged by the Tao family.In the postoperative report, the surgeon in charge said that the patient is not in good health and needs to be taken care of more.

But why does Xie Yushu... come out to work so quickly, and take on such a high-intensity confrontation variety show all at once?

Although Tao Fengche is not very interested in things in the entertainment industry, Yan Yi, who can't stand the backseat, is a complete blackout. It's almost the same.

According to Yan Yi's words, Xie Yushu doesn't have any points in his heart, so let's just forget about his poor acting skills. Another bad movie.

Although Yan Yi couldn't believe everything he said with a filter, but Tao Fengche was clear about one thing - Xie Yushu was definitely not a variety show star.

But now he...

Tao Fengche stared at the program's promotional words "The first resident variety show with new traffic", inexplicably mixed - in the past, Zhao Jiayang was holding it, and Xie Yushu could pretend to be noble; Maintaining exposure and popularity is the only way to do so.

This is a very normal thing, but Tao Fengche's heart softened when he saw Xie Yushu in the publicity photo, who was still much thinner and paler than before after heavy hand retouching.

He told Xie Yushu before that he could ask the Tao family to help him with anything, but this person...

"Uncle Xu." He said suddenly.

"Master."

"If you have a chance, help take care of it." He gestured to Xu Song for the phone screen.

Xu Song swept his eyes, and the smile in his eyes deepened: "Young master is still soft-hearted."

It's just Zhao Jiayang's lover, and it's just a one-sided relationship. Now that he looks down and out, he can't help but give a little help... Mister, you should rest assured.

"It's a little effort, I'll help if I can." Tao Fengche knew that Xu Song had misunderstood, but he didn't explain it. He flicked his phone casually, looked at the date, and said, "Let's make a good relationship."

Xu Song didn't miss Tao Fengche's little gesture, and asked, "Speaking of which, the young master's birthday is coming up soon. This year is a coming-of-age ceremony. Do you plan to send invitations or invite a few friends to play alone?"

Tao Fengche thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Neither of them. Just stay at home alone."

He was too lazy to turn a good birthday into a social occasion, to make false claims with those people.As for the gathering with friends...it can be brought forward or postponed, but at such an important moment as birthday, he wants to spend it alone with Yuesheng.

"By the way, brother doesn't need to go on a business trip then, right?" He asked quietly.

"No, I've seen Master Sui's work schedule, and if nothing else happens, it's quite free that day."

Tao Fengche nodded reservedly.

Seeing all this, Xu Song teased, "Are you nervous?"

"Huh?" Tao Fengche was taken aback, and it took a few seconds to realize what Xu Song was asking, and asked back with some amusement, "Why am I nervous? I'm not an omega."

There is no such thing as an estrus period on alpha's birthday, at most it's just a little dizzy. Tao Fengche's physical fitness is very good, so he doesn't panic at all.

Xu Song laughed: "I mean, has the young master ever thought about what his pheromone would be?"

"This... I don't think it's useless." Tao Fengche shrugged, "It's not up to me to decide this kind of thing, I can just let nature take its course, right?"

He looked calm, but in fact, he was still uneasy in his heart—what is the smell that will accompany him for the rest of his life?

Will...following Wolsaeng smell like a match?

He was a little impatient, but still put on an even air: "Okay, Uncle Xu, I'm going to eat, and I haven't finished my homework yet. Let's talk about it later in the evening."

Tao Fengche put down the phone, picked up the bowl, and interrupted Xu Song's unfinished words.