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"You know each other?" Rong Yue asked.

He Qiao retracted his eyes little by little, and pressed his lips together with difficulty: "I don't know."

It's not that he didn't think it was him, that's why he came to transfer Wukong, but he never thought that he would meet so soon.

Rong Yue looked at the man's face.

They are tall, at most 25 or [-] years old, with sharp and sharp looks, the curvature of their shoulders is as straight as a steel bar, and their eyes are even more unkind.

In the blink of an eye, Rong Yue suddenly guessed who he was.

so young.

For a moment, he forgot that his arms were still around He Qiao's waist, and turned to look at He Qiao.He Qiao seemed to have forgotten about it, and stood there silently, neither running nor evading.

"Do you want to go?" He whispered, his hands clenched tightly.

He Qiao slowly came back to his senses, half-lowered his head and looked at his waist, then suddenly raised his hand to press the back of his hand, "No need."

Rong Yue understood.

Under the increasingly murderous eyes on the other side, he straightened his back and smiled, and looked back at the stairs: "Why hasn't our little treasure come down yet?"

In a hurry, I couldn't remember the dog's name.He secretly regretted his wrist, and then hugged He Qiao's waist even closer: "Do you want to go up and have a look?"

As soon as the words fell, the receptionist appeared behind with Wukong in his arms.

The man turned and left.

The dying Wukong was keenly aware of the familiar breath, and suddenly jumped out of the nurse's arms. His body was full of snot and tears not long after the atomization, and he staggered towards the little master.

His trouser leg was bitten, and he couldn't leave even if he wanted to. He clenched the doorknob with his right hand.Wukong's energy was lifted, he ran and jumped around him, his tail wagged as if it was about to fall off, his front legs struggled to stand upright but he still couldn't reach his hand, he was so anxious that he barked loudly with all his might .

He gritted his teeth, pushed the door hard and walked out.

Before everyone had time to react, Wukong ran out with all his might, dragging a long rope and running wildly on the road.

"Wukong!" He Qiao and the others hurried to catch up.

The black figure walked extremely fast, and quickly crossed the zebra crossing and disappeared into the bustling crowd.Wukong screamed and ran, following closely all the way, even when the red light came on, he was still panting and chasing forward.

"Stop!"

It was completely in the blind spot of the driver's vision, several cars didn't notice at all, and it still didn't slow down significantly when approaching the sidewalk.He Qiao's heart hung in his throat, and he shouted: "Be careful of the car!" He completely forgot that it couldn't understand.

A silver van galloped past, and only hurriedly honked its horn when it got to the front!

He Qiao tightly closed his eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, a relieved voice appeared beside him, "It's okay, it's okay, He Qiao."

When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was firmly protected in his arms by the rushing black figure.

"What kind of dog is walking on the road?!" The driver poked his head out and yelled, "If you're so careful, you'll kill people together!"

Wukong was terrified, shivering in his master's arms, and the large scar left by the burn happened to be blocked by his sleeve.

He Qiao and the others ran over at the next green light, and it had already been placed on the ground.He Qiao quickly picked it up and carefully checked if there was any injury on its body.

The man patted his shirt and got up and left.

"Hey, wait." Rong Yue stopped him, "You're injured, it's best to clean the wound."

The arm was snapped away.

"I'm talking to you very seriously now." Rong Yue held his shoulders, "Didn't you see that my arm was bleeding?"

This time the other party was no longer polite, and firmly grasped his wrist: "Stop meddling in other people's business."

The attack was caught off guard, and just as Rong Yue was about to retaliate, He Qiao's voice came from behind——

"Fang Shaoyang, let him go."

After the confusion and anxiety just passed, He Qiao's voice became cold and distant again, especially when facing this person, he was on guard in broad daylight.

Fang Shaoyang let go of his hands and nailed his feet in place.

Rong Yue moved his wrists and walked back to He Qiao, lowering his head to check for Wukong, only to find that its two watery eyes were staring at Fang Shaoyang, its tail was shaking and shaking, and there was a kind of like sound coming from its throat. Acting like a baby is like a poor voice.

For a moment, Rong Yue's mental activities were strangely active, thinking, this is what the idiom "waggling his tail and begging for mercy" means.

Fang Shaoyang stood with his head down, a large piece of skin was scratched on his arm, and blood dripped down the floor tiles along his fingers, but he pulled down his sleeve expressionlessly and hid his wrist tightly.

He Qiao looked away: "When did you come back?"

Fang Shaoyang stomped on the blood with the sole of his shoe, but did not make a sound.

He Qiao took a breath and ignored him.Rong Yue intentionally gave them some private space, so he said, "I'll go and drive the car over, it's not easy for you to walk with it in your arms."

"Ah."

Red light, green light, green light, red light.

There are only two of them left.

No one spoke first.

Some passers-by thought they were strange and couldn't help but look over, and were scared away by Fang Shaoyang's fierce and stern expression.

Time really is the medicine that heals everything, and He Qiao found that seeing this person again does not feel any pain.So, is it all over?Standing face to face like this, watching the vehicles passing by at a fast or slow speed, and seeing the people in front of you standing still, I don't feel the vicissitudes of life, but only feel that it seems like a dream and not real.

Suddenly, my fingers felt a little wet.Looking down, it turned out that Wukong was licking him, reminding him that the phone on his body was vibrating.

He slowly came back to his senses, took out his phone and picked it up.

"Boss Fang, well, I'm outside."

The mobile phone was taken away unexpectedly.

"Who, Fang Huaiye?" Fang Shaoyang hung up the phone straight away, staring at him very vigilantly, "What do you want to tell him, let him bring someone to arrest me?"

A gust of scorching wind blew by, but He Qiao's pores tightened in an instant as if encountering ice and snow.Just about to ask: Do you think I'm going to betray you?Suddenly, I felt that there was no need for this, it was just extremely chilling.

"You still know to be afraid?" He looked at Fang Shaoyang, his tone became extremely indifferent, "Since you are afraid, why not continue to be your shrinking turtle abroad."

Speech is a terrible thing, it can instantly turn a person into the kind of person the other party hates the most.For example, at this moment, He Qiao is the kind of person Fang Shaoyang hates the most, who is superior.

Fang Shaoyang's wrist tightened.

He Qiao ignored him, took back the phone, turned around and dialed back the call just now, "Hey Mr. Fang, I'm sorry I just—"

The mobile phone was snatched away before he finished speaking, Fang Shaoyang stared at him like an enemy, his eyes were so fierce that his face was burnt out, "You know that Fang Huaiye wants me to die, so you can't wait to think about it." See what happened to me?"

He Qiao took a deep breath: "Do you think I care about your life?"

"Of course you care."

He Qiao pursed his lips tightly.

"You want me to die as much as Fang Huaiye!"

He Qiao closed his eyes, and opened them slowly after a few seconds. His eyes were filled with empty indifference: "For a person like you, I wish you could die, shouldn't you? You will do whatever it takes to achieve your goals, even your own father and elder brother can kill you." Ruthlessly set fire to harm, there is no family affection and conscience in the eyes."

"That's because they deceived people too much!" Fang Shaoyang was furious, and smashed something, "They forced my mother to commit suicide, and I didn't even let me see her for the last time. It's them, not me, who don't talk about family affection!"

"So you don't think you're at fault at all?" Although He Qiao's voice was trembling, every word he uttered was full of power, hitting Fang Shaoyang's heart hard, "It will always be someone else's fault, but you are not at fault. Others are guilty of the worst crimes." , only you are forced to, isn't it?"

Great, now it's his turn to question himself!

Fang Shaoyang grabbed He Qiao's neckline, his eyes were red and he gritted his teeth, but He Qiao's eyes were only warm-hearted and disgusted.Rong Yue, who arrived in time, separated the two of them forcefully: "Don't mess around, or I'll call the police immediately!"

Fang Shaoyang let go of his hand, and pointed at him fiercely with his index finger in the air.

He Qiao opened his right arm to block Rong Yue: "What do you want?"

"What do you think?" He took half a step forward, staring at He Qiao fiercely, his tall figure exerted a strong oppressive force, "Don't you know me well? In your eyes, I am a despicable person without a conscience. Little man, what can't you do?!"

He Qiao didn't back down: "I said what I said, come to me if you have anything, it has nothing to do with Rong Yue."

Rong Yue.

It was him!

"Stop arguing, I'll take you back." Rong Yue escorted He Qiao to leave, but a gloomy voice came from behind after walking a few steps: "Friends in sex become true love?"

The two stopped.

He Qiao turned around and looked at him: "What did you say?"

"I'm asking if you guys have turned into real love." Fang Shaoyang took two steps closer, and lowered his voice provocatively, "He knows that you casually talk to people in the bar—"

The following words were cut off by He Qiao's slap across the face.

Fang Shaoyang was beaten to the side, his mouth full of blood, but he slammed his chin back fiercely: "Why, did you poke your sore spot? I'm afraid he will know what you did behind his back?"

Clap!

Another slap in the face.

"Continue." He Qiao's internal organs were throbbing with pain, but his face remained motionless.

Fang Shaoyang straightened his back, clenched his teeth, and clenched his fists extremely tightly.

"Go on, don't you want to win?"

Fang Shaoyang's forehead was bulging with veins, but he couldn't utter a word between his teeth.

"Enough is enough?" He Qiao looked at him, "Okay, that's enough." Then he left without looking back, his back looked so calm, without any harm.

Wukong reluctantly looked back in the direction of the little master, trying to break free from the rope several times and run back.At first He Qiao was still holding on to the rope tightly, but after walking a long distance, he suddenly couldn't suppress his emotions anymore, got up and threw the rope and yelled at it.

"Get out, get out, find him!"

"He is your father, you go with him!"

Wukong shrank his neck, whimpering and dared not leave.

Back in the car, the windows are closed.

Rong Yue whispered: "He is a complete scum."

He Qiao's body was lying on the front block, his face was turned sideways, his back heaved and fell, but there was no sound from his throat.Wukong curled up at his feet, trembling violently.

Rong Yue felt extremely distressed, leaned over and patted him on the back: "Don't torture yourself for this kind of person, it's not worth it."

He Qiao's face was facing out of the window, Rong Yue couldn't see it, there was only a blurry reflection on the glass.But even with such a shadowy silhouette, one can see that his chin is shaking.

After a while, Rong Yue heard a hoarse voice: "He wasn't like this before."

"What was he like before?"

Another long silence.

He Qiao's face slowly turned, his lips moved with difficulty.He seemed to really not know what to say, and he seemed unable to prove a ridiculous and absurd fact, more like...

There is no way to prove that the person I loved really existed.

In desperation, he remembered that there was still a place where the former Fang Shaoyang was kept, and he looked down, but found that the phone was not with him.

—

Back at the residence, Fang Shaoyang slapped the car keys on the table and lay down on the sofa on his back.

The lights were not turned on, and the room was pitch black, but he still blocked his eyes with his forearm, and his body revealed deep hatred and exhaustion.

He felt so ridiculous.

He tried every means to make a comeback, willing to take huge risks to return to the country, hiding his head and tail all day long, just to be able to be an upright person in front of He Qiao one day, but the other party looked down on him at all.

Even He Qiao had already looked forward, and he was the only one still indulging in the past hatred and hypocrisy, absorbing the little meaning of existence from memories and hatred.

Memories……

Fuck memories!

The things on the coffee table were swept to the ground by him, and the cup keys crackled together.

He Qiao wished that he would die tomorrow, wished that he would be defeated, wished that he would never come back after hiding abroad, why would he talk about memories, what likes? !

He sat up abruptly, and bitterly took out the phone whose screen was broken by himself, trying to find everything that could be used to threaten He Qiao.Private photos, videos, commercial secrets, anything is fine, as long as He Qiao knows how to avoid reminding Fang Huaiye, the bottom line and privacy don't matter.

The lock screen was useless to him. The mobile phone was placed on the coffee table, and the cold white light shone on his face, making his facial features look darker and gloomy.

After rummaging through the photo album, I couldn't find anything useful, but it was enough to export all the confidential emails in the mailbox.Just as he was about to contact He Qiao directly to discuss terms, Yu Guang suddenly came across an encrypted folder.

"lovely"

This is the name He Qiao gave this folder.

Fang Shaoyang's eyes hovered, and his eyebrows suddenly tightened.Is he still as stupid as before, saving those intimate videos with his ex-boyfriend and reminiscing over and over again?

With great anger and jealousy, he tried to open the folder, but the password was fingerprinted, and it would take some effort to crack it with software.The progress bar turns green little by little, from 10%, to 50%, and finally becomes 100%.Finally went in, but there was only a lonely video inside.

The moment he clicked on the screen, his expression was suddenly in a trance.

He actually saw himself.

It was Switzerland.That night he was drunk and drunk.On the fragmented screen, it was him, but he was the one he didn't even remember.

At that time, he looked younger than he is now, with short black hair, high-spirited, but foolish.

"Shao Yang, look here."

"what?"

"just sing."

The person in charge of the mirror was naturally He Qiao, speaking with a smile.

"...I don't sing, you laugh at me."

"Don't laugh at you, sing quickly."

"Don't sing." He rushed over, the camera shook, "Who are you, I don't know you, if you ask me to sing, I will sing?"

"Then why did you sing just now?"

"Master is happy!"

"Aren't you happy now?"

"Yes, not happy!"

"why?"

"My wife is missing."

"Fang Shaoyang, you have something wrong."

"You're the only one who has a problem..."

In just a few minutes of recording, He Qiao laughed countless times.Later, I laughed so hard that I couldn't even hold the phone steadily, and the screen kept shaking and shaking.And he was so drunk that his face was flushed, and he occasionally approached the camera to scare He Qiao, and occasionally sang out-of-key love songs with a focused expression.

The sound disappeared, the screen turned black, and Fang Shaoyang froze in place.

In what mood did He Qiao shoot this video at that time, and in what mood did he save it later?

He dared not think.

With what mood does He Qiao remember him now, is it love or hate?

He didn't even dare to think about it.

Fang Shaoyang just sat on the sofa like this, his stubborn shoulders slowly slumped, and his head was buried slowly, deeper and deeper.Those days that can’t go back keep reappearing in my mind, loved ones, broken hearts, regretted things, one after another desperately flashed back, and then smashed to the floor one after another and turned into water.

Fang Shaoyang gritted his teeth, to prevent himself from continuing to regret, to prevent himself from continuing to hate himself, and wanted to pass all the faults on to others as before, but he couldn't do it anymore.

He is clearly aware that he once got the softest part of He Qiao, and he is clearly aware of how precious and irreplaceable what he has destroyed. He will never be able to live without changing his face and without regret. .

Where can time be a good medicine, and where can there be a cure.

Time just blunts your senses, love is blurred and pain is no longer evident.And those scenes that have been seen hand in hand, those heart-pounding minutes and seconds are like tattoos, which cannot be worn away until death.