Is Mr. Ling doing well today?

Ling Xuan was stunned when he heard the sound.

The young man suddenly remembered that on the night when he learned of Zara's disappearance, he told Liang Gong about his sister on the rooftop, and what he said at that time was: "I know."

Therefore, Lianggong recognized Xiaoqian when he saw him for the first time, but why didn't he say it?It might even be related to his decision to leave later.

When we had dinner together at home last night, Lianggong looked at Xiaoqian in a really strange way, as if love and sorrow were intertwined.What kind of mood did he have in order to be calm at the table?

Also, Liang Gong and Wu Ze deliberately avoided their own conversations...

Ling Xuan has never been a person who likes to care about minutiae, he has always believed in what he feels, but there are too many doubts piled up in his mind, and it is really hard to feel at ease.

Finally, after accompanying Xiao Qian to worship Qiu Heng, Ling Xuan left the cemetery and went straight home to find Liang Zhao.Apart from that person's own explanation, there is probably nothing else that can make him more clear.

I knocked on the door of room 1201 for a long time, but there was no answer inside.

Haven't come back yet?

Ling Xuan gently brushed the sensing area of ​​the external combination lock with his fingers, and a faint light appeared.He skillfully entered the password of Lianggong's house, and with two ticks, the door opened.

Just like when I left in the morning, the house was neatly tidied up, and the two decorative vases of dried flowers placed at the entrance were exuding a sweet and faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.

No one was at home, but the black coat Liang Gong was wearing just now was hung on the clothes hanger in the living room, it seems that he came back and rushed out.

A small white folding window by the terrace was forgotten to be closed, and a gentle wind blew in through the gap, blowing into the study room directly opposite.A few thin sheets of letterhead on the desk were blown off onto the floor tiles.

How can something be so urgent, knowing that there will be a rainstorm warning in the afternoon, but I don't know to close the windows.

Ling Xuan sighed softly, took off his shoes with his heels, walked into the study wearing only a layer of thin socks, squatted down to help pick up the scattered papers.

After tidying up, he was about to stand up, when his attention was suddenly attracted by the content on the paper. It was obviously an unfinished handwritten memorial essay.

Curious, Ling Xuan moved the letter closer to read it.

The hard pen calligraphy on the paper is a familiar handwriting, which is exactly the same as the handwriting of the inscription on the wall.

It is Ryoko's handwriting.

The article is full of thoughts and concerns.

The more Ling Xuan read down, the more surprised he felt.That person's emotions are always faint, and he has never felt such strong emotions from Lianggong before.

He mourned a certain person's brave deeds and sacrificed his life for righteousness with a strong pen, every word was deeply touching, but it pierced Ling Xuan's heart.

He wrote: Loved ones, irreplaceable.

[I will treat the people who appear later as I treat you, but in my heart, you are still incomparable. 】

Ling Xuan's fingers holding the eulogy trembled slightly, his heart sank silently following these words, his chest hurt so much, and he even felt a little suffocated.

I don't know whether it was hypoglycemia caused by squatting for too long, or a psychological factor. The moment Ling Xuan got up, his eyes suddenly went dark.

He staggered half a step, leaned on the table with the heels of his palms to stabilize his figure, and then felt something sharp prick his skin.

Looking down, I saw a gold-edged fountain pen with the cap turned upside down.The black ink on the tip of the pen is not completely dry, and the eulogy on the letter paper should be written with it.

Ling Xuan picked up the pen on the table with a calm face, a few strands of blood ooze from the wound on his hand, just rubbed against the end of the pen, and wiped off the two words engraved there.

[Qiu Heng]

The last fluke and fantasy are also shattered.

The young man stroked the engraved characters with his fingertips, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

What a latecomer.

All the mysteries in his heart have answers at this moment.It turns out that he is just a substitute, and it turns out that Lianggong has been extremely blank in emotion these years because he has always had someone else in his heart.

It's still a person he can't compete with at all, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to be compared.

Scenes of the past with that person emerged in Ling Xuan's mind, as cruel as it was sweet, because these were just accepted for others.

Even... Even the recklessness he faced when he was stabbed in Africa was due to the lessons learned from the past, and he didn't want to lose it again.

The more I recall, the stronger the suffocation in my chest.

[Treat me like you. ]

Ling Xuan stared at these words on the letter paper, he was really hurt by this sentence and was at a loss.

Oh, Liang Zhao, you are really good.

Ling Xuan clutched this piece of mourning text tightly, wanting to tear it up and put it on that cold-faced and cold-hearted person.But standing still for a moment, he did nothing.

Walking out of the outer door, the rain had already started to fall in the sky, and the fine and cold raindrops hit Ling Xuan's black hair.And he didn't respond, just walked away along the shoulder of the road without looking back.

After the orange warning was issued three times, the thunderstorm finally arrived as scheduled, and the heavy rain washed away the entire city mercilessly.

Because of the failure of an important peripheral device of the research institute, Liang Zhao was temporarily invited by his colleagues to debug it. He wanted to finish the repair before the heavy rain, but he didn't think it would be too late.A group of researchers followed the technical workers to work in the rain for two hours, and finally minimized the loss.

Back home with a drenched and exhausted body, as soon as I entered the door, I heard the crackling sound of the living room door and window panes being blown by the wind and rain.

Forgot to close the window!

Liang Zhao locked the balcony in frustration, went to the bathroom to get a rag, and wiped the muddy windowsill and floor.After changing into dry clothes and tidying up the room, I lost all strength and slumped lazily on the chair in front of the desk.

The physically and mentally exhausted man lowered his head slightly, and suddenly noticed the letterhead on the table.Because I was called to help me halfway, this mourning text has not yet been completed.

Liang Zhao casually picked up the pen, and continued to write the half-written paragraph.

After finally finishing it, he filled in three words [To the Dead Mother] in the title, and then continued to collapse back into the seat to let himself go.

With a click, the electric light above the head went silent.At the same time, the entire building opposite was plunged into darkness.

power cut.

Liang Zhao rested without moving, until a sharp flash of lightning shone through the eaves of the window, reflecting his cool and elegant jaw line into a piece of snow white.

Accompanied by the belated thunder, Liang Zhao opened his black eyes, touched the mobile phone that was put aside, and sent a WeChat message to someone who said he would meet later.

[Not finished yet?It's raining heavily, I'll pick you up. ]

In the past, no matter how busy Mr. Ling was, he would reply as soon as he sent a message, but he waited for a long time tonight, but there was no reply.

Liang Zhao looked at the downpour under the thick ink outside the window, somewhat worried, and tapped the phone keypad to dial a call, but still no one answered.

Even if he felt uneasy, the other party was at least a capable adult and had only been out of contact for a few hours, so he wouldn't call the police directly.

Liang Zhao sighed deeply, only thinking that he was in a meeting or hanging out with friends.Feeling faintly dizzy and nauseous, probably due to the sequelae of the knife wound and the rain, I had no choice but to throw down the phone and go to the bedroom to lie down for a while.

Although he was wrapped in the quilt early, he actually had no sleep all night.

The sound of rain and thunder made noise throughout the night, my brain throbbed with pain, and I never received a message from anyone on my phone.

It rained in the morning.

Liang Zhao struggled to get up from the bed, and felt the scorching temperature of his forehead in the palm of his hand.He took out his temperature from the medicine box and measured it.

38.2 degrees Celsius.

Fortunately.

Liang Zhao took out two antipyretics and put them in his mouth, got up and went to the living room to drink water.At this moment, the mobile phone that was placed aside finally vibrated.

A message from Ling Xuan, the content can be seen through the screen preview.

[I don't want to try anymore, let's break up. ]

Cough cough--

Liang Zhao was swallowing the pills and boiled water in his mouth, and suddenly choked.After coughing twice, he calmed down and called immediately, but no one answered. ??

The other party not only did not reply to WeChat, but even blocked Moments.Liang Zhao stared blankly at the last two messages.

[Not finished yet?It's raining heavily, I'll pick you up. ]

[I don't want to try anymore, let's break up. ]

Is this something that fits together?

The person who was forcibly broken in love when he got up early in the morning frowned, washed up and put on his clothes neatly and went out.

Liang Zhao, the office building of Dr's company, has been here many times, but this seems to be the first time he has come here with a clear purpose, impatient to see Ling Xuan.

However, the receptionist who had already become familiar with his face showed embarrassment, and responded a little timidly: "I'm sorry... Mr. Ling told him that he doesn't want to meet any people with a good surname, so I can't call you for you."

"..." Liang Zhao frowned impatiently, "What does he mean?"

During the meaningless stalemate, a familiar figure just happened to take the elevator down from the Dr upstairs.It's Mr. Jiang from Transtar Pharmaceuticals.

"Good job?"

Jiang Zheng was slightly surprised to see the person in front of him.After all, the No. [-] research institute where Liangzhao works is his technical support, and Dr is undoubtedly the sponsor, but there is never any communication between the two.

Liang Zhaoyang pursed his lips in agitation and nodded, "Mr. Jiang, are you here to discuss business?"??

"Yes, I just talked with President Ling." Jiang Zheng nodded truthfully, and then asked, "Where is Lianggong here?"

"Private matters." Liang Zhao didn't hesitate.

Hearing this, Mr. Jiang's eyes became more suspicious, and he tentatively asked, "Is it also with... Mr. Ling?"

After finishing speaking, he seemed to feel that this kind of questioning was not good, so he quickly explained: "I don't mean anything else, I just feel that his state just now seems not quite right, and it is completely different from the last time I saw him."

Jiang Zheng slightly considered the wording when expressing, and replaced what he originally wanted to say. His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse, as if he had encountered something particularly sad.

Liang Zhao just stood there with a stern face and didn't answer.Mr. Jiang saw that he had no intention of answering, so he said goodbye and left.

A few security guards dutifully blocked the door of the elevator, not giving them a chance to step in, and of course Liang Zhao would not do anything disrespectful and reckless in Mr. Ling's company.

He felt the sudden pain from his temple again, and sighed helplessly: "I don't need to go up, you guys let him come down to see me."

Time slipped by quietly, and people came and went in the Dr hall.

All employees who pass by here will unconsciously look at the position by the window.

A slender and straight figure leaned against the rest area. He propped his forehead with one wrist and sat motionless. He was even more patient than the young entrepreneurs beside him who were waiting for investment opportunities.

During lunch, afternoon meetings, and evening shifts, Ling Xuan has been refusing to show up, so Liang Zhao can only wait.The antipyretic tablets he took in the morning wore off, and his body became hot again.

In the dimness, there was a bang on the glass table beside him.

Liang Zhao raised his eyelids, and saw a plastic lunch box thrown in front of him. The meal contained a variety of dishes, but because of being treated roughly, a few white rice grains were spilled out.

And the young man who stood condescendingly had a neat suit, and the inner shirt was equipped with expensive collar stays and cuff buttons, which were exquisite and luxurious.

"What is Lianggong, who has always been aloof and proud, doing? He threatened me to go downstairs by going on a hunger strike?" Just seeing the swollen eyelashes of the person in front of him when he slightly closed his eyes, Ling Xuan's heart began to throb.

Hearing the harsh words spoken by the familiar voice, Yoshiaki narrowed his eyes uncontrollably.

"What the hell are you throwing at?"

The normal off-duty time has already passed, and there are not many employees left in the lobby on the first floor. Even if the two of them talk normally, they are not afraid of being overheard.

"I'm not making trouble, I'm just tired." Ling Xuan held back the emotions gushing out of his chest, and his voice was cold but extremely clear.

This is not the first time Liangzhao has heard him say these words. The last time he talked to a traffic niche, it turns out that these words will fall on him in the end.

Liang Zhao stared at Ling Xuan unacceptably, and said coldly, "Say it again."

"Do you think the flowers of Gaoling will still be fresh and challenging after picking them in your hands?" Ling Xuan's beautiful eyes were full of jokes.

His eyes were indeed bloodshot, but when he was speaking in a serious manner, the tired and bored eyes made his whole person a little colder.

"The two of us did have a good time a while ago, and I like you too, but do you know how many people are still queuing up behind me? The beauty between two people is just a moment, so let's leave it when you see it, stalking It's really boring to fight."

Liang Zhao's black eyes did not show the slightest wave, but the tone that was raised under deliberate suppression clearly showed his restless mood at the moment.

"Ling Xuan, let me ask you one last time, are you serious about what you just said?"

Ling Xuan let out a snort, as if admiring the loser in this game, and said with a smile: "I really didn't expect that Liang Gong would also be obsessed without authorization."

Liang Zhao looked at him expressionlessly, but his fingers clenched the armrest of the sofa.After a while, he clenched his half-fisted fist and coughed twice uncontrollably from the corners of his lips.

In the end, he swallowed the phrase "I'm blind" abruptly, got up and left the Dr building alone without saying anything.

Liang Zhao, who went straight home, took medicine for himself, and only after sleeping in bed for a few hours did he relieve the splitting headache.

I got up to drink water when I was thirsty, and took my body temperature again in the living room, but I still had a low fever.

Enduring the soreness and weakness all over his body, he returned to the bedroom. Just as his back was on the bed, the phone rang noisily.

Liang Zhao casually pressed the call button.

"Do you still want your people?"

Before he could react, the other person opened his mouth with a deep and hoarse question.Liang Zhao was stunned for two seconds before he realized that this was criticizing Cen Qi with a paralyzed face.

This guy seldom speaks to anyone other than Wu Ze, no wonder I almost forgot his voice.

"Your man, do you want more?" Cen Qi repeated it patiently, without changing the tone of his voice.

It was only then that Liang Zhao realized what the other party was talking about. Except for the person he had protected face to face, it was impossible for Cen Qi to remember other characters in his heart.

"Is he with you?"

The person on the other end of the phone answered a few words: "Yes, drunk and making trouble."

"We've already broken up, don't ask me to pay for it." Liang Zhao buried his head in the fluffy pillow, hummed wearily, then slightly removed the phone from his ear, and looked at the time.

Two forty in the morning.

Anyone with a little IQ in City A will know that afterlife is definitely not a place where people are allowed to do things.Especially in the middle of the night, occasionally carrying out a few silently, it is already considered that their big boss has a good temper.

Mr. Ling is really interested.

Cen Qi paused for a few seconds when he heard the sound, and then said indifferently: "Oh, then throw it out. I asked before, so don't get angry afterwards."

Liang Zhao frowned, and after lying down for a while, he lifted the quilt that had just been put on him, knocked on his head irritably, and said, "I still want him, don't touch him."

"Come here and get it." Cen Qi said the last three coldly and hung up the phone.