Lost [Transmigration Book]

Qiao Nanqi's eyes were red.

When he heard Zhao Rong's last two words, his eyes even flashed blank for a moment.

Those were words that he never thought would come out of Zhao Rong's mouth.He always thought that Zhao Rong was still gentle and obedient, even if he got angry and unhappy, at most he would refuse like before.

But every time, he seemed to see a different Zhao Rong.

It's not Zhao Rong who always looks at him with a smile, but Zhao Rong who speaks cold words.

Compared with silent non-response, these words are more piercing than direct rejection.

Words and sentences are as sharp as a knife.

Qiao Nanqi had nothing to say.

He slowly let go of his hand and took a step back, only to find that Zhao Rong's lips were also stained with bright red, but there was no scar.

Only then did Qiao Nanqi belatedly realize the faint smell of blood just now.

He raised his hand, touched his lower lip lightly with his fingertips, and took a look in front of his eyes, only to find that his lower lip was broken.He just didn't know how he was so muddled that he didn't notice it.

There wasn't much blood, just a little on his fingertips, just covering the wound he had been pierced by glass shards.Decorate his wound as if it is new and dazzling.

Seeing that he finally backed away, Zhao Rong straightened up and tidied up her neat coat and scarf that had just been lost in the chaos.He squeezed the hem of his coat, pulled the scarf, raised his hand, and wiped off the red stain on his lips.

Very calm.

In fact, he was not so calm, and even had an uncontrollable anxiety about the closed door and the situation where he couldn't leave.But he didn't want to lose ground in front of Qiao Nanqi, he tried his best to restrain his expression without showing the slightest panic.

Even in this mess, even though the door behind him couldn't be opened, he still tidied himself up in an orderly manner.

From the beginning to the end, it was Qiao Nanqi who was well-dressed, but he was the one who was defeated.

Zhao Rong never looked at Qiao Nanqi.

Just now when he was annoyed, he scattered the documents in his hand along with the marriage agreement that he was not interested in, and now a pile of papers were mixed together.

He squatted down and picked out the things he wanted to take away one by one from the mess, without giving the other things a look from the beginning to the end.

As soon as he took the two into his arms, he heard Qiao Nanqi's deep voice coming from above and above him: "I don't understand."

Zhao Rong paused.

Qiao Nanqi said: "I know that I like you, and you like me too. I will change the things that I did not do well in the past. I will do what you want me to do. As long as you come back, we can be better than before. ..."

"No," Zhao Rong said categorically, "That's not the case."

He really didn't want to argue about something that wouldn't change, but he also knew that the matter had come to this, and he still had to make it clear.

He forced himself to calm down and suppress those complicated emotions.

"You said you understood, but you didn't understand at all. We broke up, but you still wanted me to see the agreement and locked the door, and kissed me if you wanted to. Up to this moment, you still regard me as a Leaving your belongings for a while and never treating me as a person who needs respect who has left you. You are exactly the same as before, giving, gifting, and aloof, but giving a little more and being more generous Just a little bit."

"Whether it's the bowl of porridge or the prenuptial agreement, what's the difference from before? What I want is to get rid of the past, but what you want is always to go back to the past. What you want is to have someone who is willing to love you as before. .This person doesn’t have to be me, and it can’t be me anymore.”

"Forget those habits, forget the previous feelings, let yourself go, and give me a clean, okay?"

Qiao Nanqi's words were heavier than each word: "I can't let it go, how can I let it go if I like it?"

Zhao Rong's hands moved slightly slowly, and there was a moment of silence.

"Yes," he said this time without any fluctuations, as if he was just explaining a fact, "because I did it."

These words were so heavy that Qiao Nanqi was so helpless to fight back that he couldn't speak at all.

He clenched his fists tightly, and the wounds on his fingertips that had already started to heal felt pain because of the force. He was obviously breathing, but he felt a sense of suffocation.

Out of breath.

Zhao Rong just continued to pick up the documents on the ground.

After a while, the man standing in front of him also slowly squatted down.

He bent down last time because of the agreement on the ground, but this time, he didn't say a word, just like Zhao Rong, picking the documents that Zhao Rong needed from the white paper all over the floor.

He also remembered that his fingertips were not very clean, so before picking up the documents, he wrapped his fingers in a tissue and silently sorted them out.His movements were very slow, far less agile than Zhao Rong's, and his fingers seemed to tremble a little because of his out-of-control emotions.

As if restraining something.

Zhao Rong glanced at him.

Qiao Nanqi lowered his head, unable to see clearly.

He blinked, looked away, and didn't speak.

When there were only scattered agreements left on the ground, Qiao Nanqi handed the stack he had sorted out to Zhao Rong.Zhao Rong took it silently, got up slowly, walked to the sofa and picked up his mobile phone.

From the beginning to the end, the house was silent, none of them spoke, and there was a dull atmosphere in the air.

On the long table, the opened bowl of porridge had slowly lost its heat and was cold.

Zhao Rong walked to the door with a slightly cold tone: "What's the password?"

Hearing his question, Qiao Nanqi moved his Adam's apple slightly, as if he didn't want Zhao Rong to hear him, and announced four numbers in a very low voice.

Then, there was a crisp electronic lock opening sound, and the door shaft turned with a "squeak" sound.

The sound of footsteps drifted away.

Qiao Nanqi was the only one left in the room, and the white papers scattered all over the floor.

When the footsteps gradually disappeared, he was still standing upright, but at this moment, as if his strength was suddenly drained, he slowly sat down against the wall.

Maybe... what Zhao Rong said was right.

But he won't let go.

When Zhao Rong walked out the door, her steps were not fast or slow, as if she was really just finishing her work here and leaving as usual.

After he walked a certain distance, he hurriedly leaned on the wall and sat down on the side steps.

This area is not a work area, and there are no people around during working hours, and no one can be seen up and down the stairs. He is the only one sitting quietly, breathing clearly.

After sitting down, he touched the miniature alarm that he had put in his pocket and carried with him all these years.

——Fortunately, this thing has not been used so far.

Fortunately, this time, he was the one who escaped unscathed.

He took a few deep breaths, then slowly relaxed, took out his phone, and called Liu Shun.

At first glance, he seemed to be doing nothing, but he picked up his phone after a while: "Third Young Master! How is it, is Qiao Da going to suppress your ex-boyfriend? Or did he find out that you have empathized with Lu Xingping? Did you come to me and ask me to help you escape?"

Zhao Rong: "..."

"I'm a bit bored," he said. "Playing pool? I'll book the place."

Xiao Wu has been staying downstairs.

In fact, after he brought Zhao Rong here just now, Qiao Nanqi asked him to go back to work.But when he thought of his husband asking him to lead people to this kind of place, and thought that Qiao Nanqi had arranged for someone to change the door lock yesterday, he was faintly worried about Zhao Rong.

But after all, he was only doing business for Qiao Nanqi, so it was difficult to say anything. After much deliberation, he would neither leave nor stay.

There happened to be something about Chen Ze and those people, and it had something to do with Zhao Rong.He needed to tell Qiao Nanqi about this matter, and just because he had a reason, Xiao Wu waited downstairs in fear.

It didn't take long for Zhao Rong to come down.

It seemed that, except that the documents in his hands were a little messier than what he had prepared, there was no difference from when he came here.

Instead, he didn't see Qiao Nanqi's figure.

He watched Zhao Rong leave, and went upstairs in confusion, only to find that the door was open.

Xiao Wu stepped forward and was about to go in, when he suddenly saw the scene inside the house, he stopped abruptly.

On the long table in the house was the porridge that Qiao Nanqi bought specially, and it was placed on the table intact, obviously untouched, and it was completely cold at this moment.

The ground was covered with white paper with black characters printed on it, and there were scattered footprints on the white paper. Some of the paper was even rolled up by the corners due to some movement, which was enough to see what kind of tugging just happened here.

And Qiao Nanqi was sitting by the wall, leaning against the wall, with his head down, wondering what he was thinking, and he didn't respond to Xiao Wu's footsteps.

As a personal assistant, Xiao Wu is very clear about Qiao Nanqi's cleanliness on weekdays.

This scene of sitting on the ground would make him feel like he was dreaming any day in the past.

But when he saw it, he didn't think it was a surprise—especially when he thought that Zhao Rong had just come.

During this period of time, any abnormalities in Qiao Nanqi must have something to do with Zhao Rong.

The owner of this name had obviously been around Qiao Nanqi in the past, and had maintained a peaceful relationship with Qiao Nanqi for more than a year.

During the period, Xiao Wu handled several matters related to Zhao Rong for Qiao Nanqi, but Zhao Rong was about to leave recently, and even the shares were going to be transferred back to Qiao Nanqi, but they, Mr. Qiao, were devastated, and his mood was getting worse every day. .

Especially in recent days, as long as there is a meeting, there is never a time when the whole meeting is not completed without low pressure.

Xiao Wu wasn't sure before, but it wasn't until yesterday when he drew up the new marriage agreement for Qiao Nanqi that he fully understood that all of Qiao Nanqi's problems stemmed from Zhao Rong.

This time, their husbands really fell into it.

The terms of that agreement were really generous.

There are many people like Qiao Nanqi who settle everything clearly before they get married, and never let the marriage partner get any benefits.And if it's just raising a lover——Xia Yuantu often does such things, and Xiao Wu has seen them too, so if he gives more benefits, he will be considered generous and considerate.

But that agreement was different.In addition to the Chen family that Qiao Nanqi had just snatched from Chen Zehe, the benefits in that agreement included half of the Qiao family itself.This is basically tantamount to returning everything in the Chen family to Zhao Rong, who is nominally the third young master of the Chen family, and sharing half of what Qiao Nanqi owns with him.In addition to these, there are many benefits in it, as if I am afraid that people who read this agreement will not be satisfied.

After Xiao Wu dealt with the agreement, he felt that it was impossible for Zhao Rong not to be moved this time.

It looks like this...

Zhao Rong probably didn't even read the content of the agreement.

"...Sir?" Xiao Wu called out tentatively.

Qiao Nanqi seemed to move, but he didn't respond.

Xiao Wu didn't leave, nor did he enter. He stood at the door and hesitated for a long time, and finally Qiao Nanqi's particularly hoarse voice came from inside: "...are you leaving?"

The voice was hoarse as if it had been crushed by someone, and there was a faint hint of impossible expectation.

Who did not ask this sentence, but who else?

For a while, Xiao Wu couldn't even say "I left a long time ago".

Qiao Nanqi didn't seem to really want to hear the answer.

He didn't wait for Xiao Wu's answer, and didn't continue to sit. Instead, he got up, bent down slowly, and picked up the messy papers on the ground one by one.

Xiao Wu wanted to go up to help, but just as he took a step, Qiao Nanqi said, "I'll do it myself."

Xiao Wu didn't dare to move immediately.

Qiao Nanqi bent over and picked them up one by one.

After he picked them all up, stacked them neatly on the table, and looked a little better than before, Xiao Wu dared to speak: "Sir, there is something wrong with Mr. Chen and Mr. Chen. new situation."

Qiao Nanqi paused.

Seeing that he was interested, Xiao Wu continued, "It's related to Mr. Zhao."