Haunted by a super flirtatious little milk dog

"Sorry, the number you dialed has been switched off, please try again later."

In the small and closed toilet compartment, Ben Dong didn't know when he had already sat down on the floor, his two long legs curled up, and his tall body curled up into a small ball.

Holding the mobile phone in his hand, he made more than a dozen calls to Gong Cheng in a row, but the notification tone on the other end of the phone was always off.

Desperation, unprecedented despair, like a boulder pressing on his chest, Bentong felt that he could not breathe. He tore off the collar of his shirt, revealing his slender neck, and his protruding Adam's apple slid up and down in pain.

Bentong has lived for 25 years, and his journey has been smooth and smooth, but in the bathroom of this high-end restaurant, he tasted the taste of heartbreak for the first time.Now he can't wait to rush in front of Gong Cheng, punch him to death, and then pull his collar to make him give himself an explanation.About those damn pictures, about that damn kiss.

But now he can't do anything, he can even just nest in this disgusting toilet, feeling sad and crying silently by himself.

Ben Dong closed his eyes, a line of hot tears slid down his cheeks, slid across his icy face, and slid down to the open neckline, becoming icy cold on his hot chest, as if a layer of ice had frozen The thick ice curtain of the heart.

Sitting like this for a long time, Ben Tong's legs were numb when he got up again. He stood holding the door for a while before he put his phone away and left the cubicle that contained his painful emotions.

Wen Dong came to the sink and washed his face, and after confirming that his eyes were no longer red or swollen, he slowly buttoned up his shirt in front of the mirror, and walked out of the bathroom.

"I've been here for so long, the foie gras is cold, I'll let them reheat it." After Ben Dong took his seat, He Zihuai said with a smile.

"Okay." Wen Dong didn't explain, and smiled lightly.

Finally finished the meal quietly, Bentong thanked him and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute." He Zihuai rubbed his hands together, "Dongjiu, I only tell you this because I treat you as a friend."

"My brother has been recruiting people since he was a child. Personality, height, appearance, and family background, which one is not the best among people? It is difficult for such a person to grow. And he is the prince of the JY Group. Chinese people pay attention to inheriting the father's business. Always marry a wife and have children."

"Maybe you think your relationship is indestructible, but do you know that the veterans in the JY Group now know about your affair with my brother, and they all start to think that he may not be suitable to continue to be the president of JY..."

"I don't know if you know that there are actually many turmoil and variables in the JY Group regarding the position of the president."

Wen Dong waved his hand and interrupted He Zihuai's words.

"It's hard for Assistant He to care so much about the matter between me and Gong Cheng. If there is any problem between us, we will handle it well and not bother others. As for the internal disputes in JY Group, it has nothing to do with me."

After Wen Dong finished speaking, he wiped his lips slowly with a napkin, then stood up and smiled faintly: "Thank you for inviting me to dinner."

"If you really have feelings for him, you should help him, not destroy him!" He Zihuai shouted in a slightly higher voice, facing Wen Dongjiu's back, "In the current situation, helping him means leaving him .”

Walk out of the restaurant and drive home.

Wendong didn't dare to drive the car back to the underground garage anymore. He parked the car on the side of the road two intersections away from the community, and walked slowly towards home alone, wearing the mask Zhang Yi gave him.

The cold autumn night was chilling to the bone, and Bentong felt his face was wet as he walked, and when he raised his hand to caress it, tears were streaming down his face.

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After the video of Wen Dong beating someone broke out, Uncle Jiang was busy putting out fires within the group and appeasing the veterans of various conservative factions, while keeping in touch with Gong Cheng.

But unexpectedly, Gong Cheng's phone was always turned off.

It wasn't until after 12 o'clock in the evening that Uncle Jiang received an overseas call from country M.

"Uncle Jiang." On the other end of the phone, Gong Cheng's voice sounded extremely tired.

"Master Gong, why have you been unable to get in touch with the phone and kept turning off the phone?" Uncle Jiang sat up and asked a series of questions, "Nothing happened, right? Is everything okay? Is the negotiation with country M going well?"

"I lost my phone, it's fine, everything is fine." Gong Cheng said concisely, "Is everything normal in the country?"

"It's okay." Uncle Jiang hesitated for a moment, but he didn't say anything about Wen Dong.

"Is there something wrong with Bentong?" Gong Cheng asked, "I found a new phone to contact him immediately after I found out that I lost it, but I couldn't get in touch."

Uncle Jiang made up his mind not to say: "Young Master Gong, I don't know much about the situation of reporter Wen, but JY's internal army is currently in disarray. You need to seize the time to make a final decision and use the contract to stabilize your position."

"I understand." Gong Cheng sighed, very tired, "I will finish it, give me some more time."

"Also, Uncle Jiang, can you go and see Ben Dong for me, I'm really worried about him."

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After this phone call, Gong Cheng stayed in Country M for another 5 days before finally returning to China with the signed contract.

When Uncle Jiang sent someone to pick him up, he directly pulled Gong Cheng back to JY Group, and called all the top management for a meeting.

Gong Cheng still doesn't know what's going on in the country. After he confidently introduced the details of the contract, the net profit that the route will bring to JY in the next year, and the appreciation of the stock price, seeing the hesitant expressions of the shareholders, Only then did I feel that there were not too many things.

But no one said much, everyone just unanimously recommended Gong to be the new president of JY Group, leading JY and M country to work together to make the airline business better and better.

When all the dust settled, Gong Cheng didn't even have time to change his clothes, so he hurriedly called the driver to take him to Wen Dongjiu.

At this time, Uncle Jiang dug up the video of Ben Dong pushing and beating people a few days ago and asked Gong Cheng to watch it.

"Master Gong, please forgive me for making my own decisions. But the media somehow found out about your relationship with Reporter Wen, and even found Reporter Wen's residence to interview him. Reporter Wen couldn't bear it, and this happened."

"Afterwards, those reporters who were beaten deliberately made things worse, so they maliciously edited the video and posted it on the Internet. The veterans of JY also knew the news, and Mr. He and Mr. Xiao He were fanning the flames. This private orientation of yours impeaches your position."

Gong Cheng stared at the video and watched it many times. Brother Wen, who he misses day and night, and brother Wen, who is gentle and elegant, are they forced to fight with others?

Gong Cheng took a deep breath, unable to listen to a word Uncle Jiang said, and ran towards his brother Wen.

Wen Dong was not at home, and no one answered Gong Cheng's phone calls.

Gong Cheng sat cross-legged in front of Bentongjiu's house, and waited until the sky darkened and the moon rose before he waited for that person.

As soon as Wendong got off the elevator, he saw a tall and burly man sitting on the ground in front of his house.

The man leaned against the wall, eyes closed, as if asleep.

Even after such a long time, Wen Dong still felt the pain of being stabbed in the heart by something the moment he saw Gong Cheng.

When he approached, he saw that Gong Cheng folded his arms, wrapped his legs, and tilted his head slightly to one side, actually falling asleep.

Ben Dong held the key, hesitating whether to open the door or not.

Maybe he felt the breath of Wen Dongjiu, or maybe he had an uneasy nightmare, Gong Cheng suddenly called out "Brother Wen", and then woke up with a start.

When he woke up, he saw the person standing opposite him.

"Brother Wen!" Gong Cheng didn't stand up for a while, probably his legs were numb from sitting for too long.

"Why are you here?" Wen Dong avoided Gong Cheng and wanted to grab his arm, and said coldly, "It's late, I'm going to rest."

Gong Cheng didn't know that He Zihuai had approached Wen Dong in private, and thought that the other party was angry that he couldn't get in touch with M country, so he hurriedly explained: "Brother Wen, I lost my phone when I was in M ​​country, so you You may not be able to contact me. But then I found out and quickly found a mobile phone, and when I contacted you again, no one answered your call. "

Gong Cheng said, he still wanted to go to La Wendong, he hadn't seen Bendong for a long time, he really wanted to pull him into his arms and give him a good hug.

But Wen Dong opened Gong Cheng's hand coldly: "Now that things have happened, don't you even dare to tell the truth? Gong Cheng, I really don't know, so you are a fucking coward!"

Gong Cheng was stunned, for so long together, this was the first time that Wen Dong spoke ill of him.

"Brother Wen, what do you mean? I don't understand?"

"Don't understand?" Wen Dong roughly pushed Gong Cheng away, intending to open the door and shut Gong Cheng outside, "If you don't understand, just ask your ex-boyfriend! You are hooking up in country M. Drinking, kissing, you fucking..."

Gong Cheng finally realized what the problem was, and he wondered why since he arrived in country M this time, Alan was so hospitable and enthusiastic, and deliberately got close to him at the reception.It turned out that it was a trick, waiting for him and Bentong to sneak in!

And those photos are in China, who else could show Ben Dong other than He Zihuai?

Thinking of this, Gong Chengcheng hugged Ben Dong regardless and refused to let him open the door.

"Brother Wen, tell me, did He Zihuai show you the photos you mentioned? How can you trust him! He's crazy!"

These words in Bentong sounded like Yu Gongcheng acquiesced in his kiss with Alan.

Wen Dong bent his right arm angrily, and slammed Gong Cheng's side hard, causing the people behind him to retreat several steps, and barely stopped by leaning against the opposite wall.

"Don't fucking dare to admit it!" Wen Dong went crazy, he didn't even dare to look back at Gong Cheng, "Gong Cheng, you betrayed me, I can't forgive you."

"let's break up."

After finishing speaking, Wen Dong quickly opened the door and locked Gong Cheng outside.

Gong Cheng was stunned. He waited for several seconds before confirming that what Wen Dong said just now was breaking up.

"I don't agree!" Gong Cheng didn't care about anything, and stood in the corridor like a madman and shouted at the door of Ben Dongjiu's house, "I don't agree to break up!"

"I love you, Brother Wen, how could I break up with you?" Gong Cheng patted on Wen Dongjiu's door, slowly shouting louder and softer, and finally fell down on the cold floor in front of the door.