Lost [Transmigration Book]

Xiao Wu nodded habitually before reacting: "Prepare another one? Is there any handover document that needs to be supplemented?"

Qiao Nanqi was still looking into the ward.

The panic-stricken man in the ward was clearly his father, but he seemed to enjoy watching this scene very much, he just looked at it calmly, without looking away.

He knew that he was a little out of control these days.

Negative emotions poured in like a bursting embankment, even though he had adjusted with Lu Xingping for a long time last night, even though he was actually very clear about the possible consequences of his current thoughts...

But he couldn't help it.

It was as if he was still here today.Obviously after achieving the goal, he told himself to forget the past that He Nan brought, but last night he dreamed about Qiao Anqing again, and dreamed about the moment when Qiao Anqing jumped off in front of him.He restrained himself all morning, and finally came here to appreciate He Nan's ugliness.

After watching it for so long, my heart just felt a little more relaxed.

"……gentlemen?"

Qiao Nanqi said: "It's not a handover document. It's an agreement, signed by Zhao Rong. You have done something similar before."

Xiao Wu turned this sentence in his mind three times, and only then did he think of the last time he helped Qiao Nanqi prepare an agreement for Zhao Rong—the marriage agreement more than a year ago.

Qiao Nanqi said word by word, "Prepare one."

"I'll tell you what to write on it."

on Monday.

Late autumn finally ended with a heavy rain yesterday, and the morning sun just rose, reflecting a thin layer of mist covering the entire Yangcheng.When the fog dissipated, the air was still cold.

Pedestrians in the past hurried, pulling out a picture scroll that is full of vigor but wiped with the loneliness of early winter.

There are many people coming and going in the Qiao family's head office. Zhao Rong shuttles through the crowd and can feel the gazes of others turning their heads from time to time.

He lowered his head slightly and buried half of his face in the scarf, which eased his discomfort.

As soon as he entered the building, he saw Xiao Wu leaning against the front desk, waiting for him bored.

There was no one beside Xiao Wu.

Zhao Rong had already made preparations for getting involved with Qiao Nanqi again today, but at first glance it seemed that Xiao Wu was alone, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Mr. Zhao," Xiao Wu stepped forward to pick him up, his eyes fell on the scarf around Zhao Rong's neck, "Is it getting colder outside?"

Zhao Rong was in the company some time ago and got along well with Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu also knew that he had a good temper, so he was very casual.

But for some unknown reason, Xiao Wu's gaze flickered a little today. He looked at Zhao Rong, hesitated to speak, and only asked this question.

Zhao Rong shook her head: "Fortunately, the temperature just dropped today. I'm afraid of the cold."

Xiao Wu walked ahead and led him upstairs: "I have prepared the materials and documents for the transfer of equity, come with me."

Zhao Rong was here to handle this matter today, so naturally he followed.

He originally thought that he would go to the administrative office or a conference room, but Xiao Wu took him to the rest area of ​​the building next door.

This rest area is actually similar to a high-end apartment, and it is often used for the company's high-level executives and some people who need a grand reception.Although sometimes it is used to do other things, but most of the time is idle.

Zhao Rong has never been here before, but she also knows that this kind of place is usually not used for office work.He watched Xiao Wu take him to a high-rise apartment, which was as clean as new, like a hotel where he could stay at any time.There was no one there, only the required documents were placed on the long table by the side of the living room.

Xiao Wu stepped forward and spread out the stacked documents: "See if there is any problem."

He asked, "Aren't I just here to get a document? Why are you here?"

Xiao Wu paused, his hands loosened, and the document he was holding fell back onto the table.He hurriedly picked it up again, tidied it quickly, and replied: "Sir, the office area is full today, and you are here to check the documents used to transfer the shares, and you don't need to be in the conference room."

He arranged all these documents and said quickly: "Mr. Zhao, come and take a look, I have other things to do."

Zhao Rongang felt that Xiao Wu was more reckless than usual, and seeing him leaving in a hurry, he thought that his work was delayed by his personal grievances, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Xiao Wu left, and he was the only one left around, quietly.

He walked to the long table and sat down, and began to check the necessary documents carefully by himself.He wanted to leave this place earlier, so he looked at it very seriously, his eyes kept scanning the paper.

I don't know how long I watched it, more than ten minutes, or a few ten minutes.

Zhao Rong looked away, stretched, stood up and planned to pack up these documents and take them away.

But as soon as he stood up, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure appearing at the door.

Qiao Nanqi is still wearing a close-fitting white shirt today. The expensive but not extravagant fabric outlines the lines of his upper body. The top button of the neckline is undone, and Zhou Zhengzhong hides a bit of casualness.

He held a stack of not-so-thin papers in one hand, and a bag with an unknown content in the other.

He just leaned against the door frame slightly and stood at the door, looking at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong didn't hear the noise at all, and didn't know when this person came.

As soon as he turned his gaze away, he met Qiao Nanqi's gaze.

Maybe it was because he was too caught off guard, or maybe it was because he hadn't seen such a well-dressed and unpredictable Qiao Nanqi for too long, he hurriedly looked away, grabbed the documents on the table, and planned to leave.

"I'm done, let's go first."

Qiao Nanqi just gently put down the kraft paper bag in his hand, turned around, and closed the door.

The moment the door closed, Zhao Rong heard a crisp sound of locking.

Qiao Nanqi looked at him with deep eyes.

"Zhao Rong," he said, with a deep layer of tenderness in his tone, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

Zhao Rong was taken aback.

Qiao Nanqi walked to the long table and took out the contents of the bag.The aroma wafted out, and he realized that what Qiao Nanqi brought was a bowl of porridge.

"I asked the doctor, there is no quick cure for stomach pain, you have to take it slowly."

He put the two stacks of paper aside, opened the bowl of porridge, pushed it in front of Zhao Rong, and carefully opened the tableware.He seemed to have never done such a thing before, his demeanor was full of rustiness, stumbling, and in a moment of silence, it took a while to put everything away.

Zhao Rong watched him doing this, and wanted to ask, but suddenly forgot what to ask.

Qiao Nanqi had never done such a thing.

He had never seen Qiao Nanqi like this.

So he watched Qiao Nanqi finish all this with a blank mind, slowly closed his eyes, and put away the mess in his heart.

After a while, he lowered his voice and said, "Qiao Nanqi, I..."

"If you don't like this porridge, I can ask someone to buy a new one, or I can buy it myself." Qiao Nanqi cut off his words immediately as if he knew what he was going to say, "Your stomach I’m not feeling well, I’ll help you get better slowly, I’ve learned a lot.”

"Wherever you want to play, go with Fang Zhuoqun, go with Liu Shun, go to the nightclub—it's all right, if you want me to accompany you, I will try my best to spare time. As long as you can go home."

"I..." He paused, and his former sharpness had been restrained. "I don't know how to say these things. I know I was bad before, so if you can mention it in the future, I will listen and change it." .”

He neatly placed the stack of papers in front of Zhao Rong—it was an agreement.

An agreement much thicker than the agreement Zhao Rong signed with Qiao Nan more than a year ago.

He walked around the long table and walked to Zhao Rong's side.

Perhaps it was Zhao Rong's quietness at the moment that gave him some confidence, or maybe it was just that he wanted to do this. He hugged Zhao Rong from behind and whispered in his ear: "I asked Xiao Wuxin to prepare a Marriage agreement. In it, there are what I own and the Chen family, if you want to add anything, you can tell me."

He seemed to be coaxing Zhao Rong: "Be good, sign the contract, and we will... live together in the future."

The last time we met, in the narrow corridor in front of the bathroom in the bar, under the dim light, Zhao Rong once raised his hand to stop Qiao Nanqi's words, and didn't listen to anything.

This time, he didn't interrupt Qiao Nanqi, or even push Qiao Nanqi away.

The man's body temperature came from behind, and he could feel Qiao Nanqi's warm breath in his ears.

He didn't read the marriage agreement, but quietly looked at the bowl of porridge, listening to Qiao Nanqi say the words that Qiao Nanqi could not have said in his memory.

Perhaps it would be a great "honor" for someone who has fantasies about Mr. Qiao to stand here.

Zhao Rong didn't move for the first time.

He knew that Qiao Nanqi hugged him from behind, but at that moment, he felt the closeness of this ordinary lover that the two of them had never had before, and unexpectedly found that there was no touch in his heart.

Even he himself was surprised, so that he didn't escape for a while.

He has liked this person for so many years, even if he leaves, he should feel something about such a hug.

But he didn't.

Why can't you come earlier.

But these words came two months earlier.No, it's fine for a month, even on that day, when he confessed his love to Qiao Nanqi for the first time in the feasting.

he thinks.

"I've had breakfast," he said, very slowly. "Thank you."

When Qiao Nanqi heard him say "thank you", he obviously paused.Zhao Rong's "thank you" didn't have the usual gentle tone at all, instead it was a little cold, like ice in his mouth.

He sighed, and said truthfully, "Thank you, at least let me know that I have been more important than a dog in the past year or so."

"I'm not--"

"I don't want to sign. You have always been generous. You have never been stingy when you gave me money before. The terms in the agreement must be very good, but I still don't want to sign."

He looked at the clothes he had carefully selected on Qiao Nanqi, "You look great in a white shirt, but I don't want to spend another year or two carefully choosing the right shirt for you."

After he finished speaking, he slowly pushed Qiao Nanqi away, picked up the documents on the table, and walked towards the door.During his movements, his arm accidentally left the agreement on the table, the paper scattered and fell to the ground with a clatter.

The hot porridge on the table was steaming, and no one paid attention to it.

Qiao Nanqi stood where he was.

Zhao Rong thought it was over.

But he walked to the door, turned the handle a few times, and opened the door suddenly.

He thought of the sound of the lock being locked when Qiao Nanqi entered the house just now.

He also thought of Xiao Wu's dodging eyes when he led him here today.

This possible conjecture is actually very absurd, but Zhao Rong immediately thought of this possibility due to previous experiences.

He glanced at the combination lock facing the inside of the door, turned his head, met Qiao Nanqi's gaze, and asked in disbelief, "...What are you doing!?"

Qiao Nanqi took a deep breath, squatted down, and put away the agreements scattered on the ground bit by bit.

He took the agreement and walked slowly to Zhao Rong.He handed all the documents to Zhao Rong, and said in a calm voice, "Don't worry, I just want you to take a closer look at these, it won't be long."

This time, his tone returned to the solemn and sleepy look he used to have in the company, and the light mole at the end of his eye made him even more gloomy.

It was clearly displeased, but it was completely different from the one in the bar a few days ago who was willing to drink all night.

He didn't say it directly, but the answer was obvious.

Zhao Rong glanced at the document in his hand, and then at the locked door.

He knew that Qiao Nanqi wouldn't really refuse to open the door for him, but even if he wanted him to stay a little longer and take a closer look at the agreement, using this method was already very embarrassing.

——How did it become like this?

When he moved out of Qiao Nanqi's house, he thought of countless possibilities that his relationship with Qiao Nanqi ended without a problem.

When they were born under the same roof, they didn't get any attention, but now they can't even maintain the peace of getting together and going away.

No matter how good his temper was, he couldn't suppress a burst of anger rising in his heart.

He looked at the door lock that couldn't be opened for a long time, only to find it a bit ridiculous.

He didn't try to enter the password at all, but just raised his hand, and in front of Qiao Nanqi, pushed away the unread agreement.

The rustling sound of paper flying overlapped.

With white papers falling, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

But before he had time to open the call interface, Qiao Nanqi suddenly walked up to him with a blank sheet of paper, and snatched the phone away.

After changing hands, he threw it on the sofa in the distance.

This person moved so fast that Zhao Rong had no time to stop him, and the phone was already thrown away.

He raised his foot and was about to go around Qiao Nanqi to get his phone back, but Qiao Nanqi stopped him.

Zhao Rong gritted her teeth: "...Qiao Nanqi!"

Qiao Nanqi's eye sockets seemed a little red.

He stood among the white papers scattered all over the floor, standing in front of Zhao Rong, just like before, looking down at Zhao Rong slightly, but he was not calm.

Zhao Rong laughed.

He knew that today would not end well.

"Okay, okay, didn't you say you want to talk in person? Talk."

He sneered, but instead took a step forward, raised his head to meet Qiao Nanqi's gaze, and said word by word, "Do you really like me?"

He was angry, absurd and ridiculous at the moment, and before Qiao Nanqi could answer, he almost sped up his speech: "Up to now, maybe there is. But Young Master Qiao, Mr. Qiao, you tell me you like it now, That may be a gift to you, but to me..."

"That's just sarcasm."

If he just didn't like it, then his eleven or twelve years were actually just wishful thinking, the past of moths flying into a flame.Qiao Nanqi never liked him, he couldn't blame Qiao Nanqi for everything, it could even be said that he deserved it.

But if that's the case, Zhao Rong doesn't regret it.

After all, even if a moth fights a flame, that is the moth's life.

But Qiao Nanqi likes him, that's knowingly committing a crime, neglecting and contemptuous.

"What kind of love? The love that missed an appointment on a snowy day and I didn't answer a call all day? The love that never wore a wedding ring? The love that treated me like a lover and left after solving the needs? Let me Like to pick you and Lu Xingping to see the piano exhibition? Or talk to me like a piece of rubbish—uh!"

Listening to what he said, Qiao Nanqi struggled more and more with his eyes.When Zhao Rong said the word "trash", Qiao Nanqi couldn't restrain himself and held him down.

This person used stronger strength and faster movements than last time, and pushed him to the door in an instant.They stepped on the messy paper on the ground, Qiao Nanqi pressed Zhao Rong's shoulder in the blink of an eye, lowered his head slightly and kissed him, blocking those words back.

Zhao Rong has never been able to earn him.

This kiss brought along the subconscious habits cultivated over the past year, but it was wrapped in an eagerness that had never been seen before. It was actually familiar and strange.

Zhao Rong couldn't break free, so he simply smashed the jar and bit down hard when the man pried his lips open.

He didn't know whether he bit the tip of the man's tongue or the man's lower lip, he only felt a faint smell of blood, but Qiao Nanqi didn't even groan in pain, nor retreated.

Still carelessly kissing him.

Zhao Rong didn't want to be embarrassed in front of this person.

He simply leaned against the door, motionless.

This moment is very short, but it passes very slowly.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind.

He thought of Qiao Nanqi still kissing him like this after they broke up, obviously still the same as before, and felt that they had only lost their temper and quarreled briefly, and never seriously respected his departure.

He thought about what Lu Xingping told him about fulfilling the marriage contract and need to think it through.

He also thought of Qiao Nanqi's attitude towards him at this moment, so what is Qiao Nanqi's attitude towards Lu Xingping?

And the marriage agreement that was trampled under their feet, which seemed to be more generous than before, was actually just a bigger cage.

Sentences that are not doing their job properly, rubbish, and ruined...

……

moment.

Perhaps sensing Zhao Rong's negativity, Qiao Nanqi froze and stopped.

Zhao Rong leaned against the door panting, Qiao Nanqi stopped the loss of control just now, and hugged him carefully, his deep voice was actually a little hoarse and crying as if showing weakness.

There was even a little pleading hidden.

"You still have feelings," he said, "You like me, Zhao Rong."

Zhao Rong raised her head, closed her eyes, and calmed her breathing.

He admitted: "I used to like you."

Qiao Nanqi's eyes brightened slightly.

Zhao Rong changed the topic.

"But now I'm different."

"You never understand that it doesn't matter how many benefits that marriage agreement has. I don't know how to sign it. Even if I do, I can't be the person who only sees you in the past."

"But you are still the same as before, you don't know how to love at all."