Lost [Transmigration Book]

After Zhao Rong returned home, he first organized his wording and sent Ruan Cheng an extremely official message, the general content of which was to thank him for his cooperation and follow-up plans.

He is still in Yangcheng now, and he didn't want many people to know the news of his plan to leave, so he didn't mention that he actually planned to settle in Zhuxi in the future, but only said that he was interested in investing in that area.

When Ruan Cheng replied to him, he sent him some project information and the contact information of his subordinates.The two had a serious chat about work matters.

When the conversation was over, Zhao Rong looked at the message interface and was lost in thought for a moment.

He originally thought that even if he was just protecting himself these years, after pretending for so long, he didn't have much strength.Coupled with his poor health, he could at most use the little money in his hand to invest and live an ordinary and ordinary second half of his life with Zhao Ming.

But when Ruan Cheng threw out an olive branch to him, he still had a little bit of eagerness to move.

Unconsciously, he didn't realize what he was doing just now until he finished discussing with Ruan Cheng.

After regaining consciousness, Zhao Rong sent a message to Lu Xingping straight to the point: "How is the senior thinking?"

By the time Zhao Rong was about to fall asleep, she didn't receive a reply from Lu Xingping, but instead received a call from Liu Shun.

As soon as I picked it up, when I heard electronic sounds in the background, I knew where this guy was going again.

He yawned: "Stop playing, I'm so sleepy."

Liu Shun's voice was very urgent: "Three—ah no..."

He seemed to hesitate for a moment what to call Zhao Rong, then suddenly paused, and then said: "Forget it, it's not important now, let me tell you, I really don't get along with Yu Xian recently, I saw him at the party, come out Then I found a nearby bar and wanted to dance disco and saw him again."

"Ah, no, no! That's not the point. Do you have a good relationship with the Lu family recently? I saw you greet him at the party tonight."

Zhao Rong was a little confused: "Hmm...?"

"I saw Lu Xingping's sister," Liu Shunyue said more anxiously, "it's also in this venue, not at our table, but at Yu Xian's table, sitting next to Yu Xian."

Zhao Rong was startled.

In his impression, Lu Xiaoyue is really a well-behaved person. He occasionally goes out shopping and traveling with friends every day, goes to university and graduates in a peaceful manner, and does not touch the management of the family company. It seems to be in a circle, but in fact the eight poles have nothing to do with each other.

how come……?

"I didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but I saw that Yu Xian and they didn't keep their hands. I just saw a few familiar ones. When they play, they like to buy that kind of medicine. They play in the bar. The methods used by people to get to the hotel. Oh, hey, I thought about it and still something is not quite right, and I dare not ask Lu Xingping..."

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, and slowly sat up from the bed.

Listen to Liu Shun's description...

He still remembered that when he just returned to Qiao's company and changed his office, Yu Xian, a group of dudes who didn't care about anything, got the news immediately.

But he was in the company at the time, and he didn't do any high-profile things. He stayed in the office all day, and at most helped Lu Xingping pick up and drop off Lu Xiaoyue, who was still an intern at Qiao Nanqi's company.

At that time... did Lu Xiaoyue just fall in love?

The more he thought about it, the more wrong it became, and his movements suddenly sped up. He didn't even have time to tidy his hair. While putting on his coat, he said to Liu Shun on the other end of the phone: "Send me the address, and I will go there right away. Before I arrive, Qian Wan kept an eye on Yu Xian, and if there is anything else, call me immediately."

Maybe it was because his reaction was too serious, Liu Shun was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "Oh oh oh oh ok!"

Zhao Rong hurried out this time.

On the way, he struggled for a while, but he still didn't call Lu Xingping first.

When he arrived, Liu Shun was already waiting for him at the door.

In desperation, Liu Shun even forgot to change his words, and came up and said, "Third Young Master, there seems to be something wrong, those people in Yu Xian took medicine out of the table..."

"Take me there."

"Why don't you go back to my table and call some friends? If you go there like this, there are a lot of them..."

"No need." Zhao Rong's tone of voice was already covered with ice.

Liu Shun rarely saw such an angry Zhao Rong, so he hurriedly led him through the crowd in the bar to a place where a group of people were sitting.

The electronic music on the dance floor knocked on people's eardrums, and the colorful light scattered, as if the smell of alcohol could be seen, dazzling the eyes.

Zhao Rong looked in the direction Liu Shun was pointing at.

Lu Xiaoyue sat next to Yu Xian.

But she was different from what Zhao Rong usually saw.It was a cold day outside, but Lu Xiaoyue was only wearing a vest, and she didn't know where to throw her coat.Her cheeks were very red, her eyes were slightly squinted, and her eyes were full of confusion, obviously very drunk.

But Yu Xian who was beside her didn't stop, and handed her another glass of wine.

She paused, shook her head and said, "No...I can't drink anymore..."

Yu Xian put his arm around her shoulder and said with a smile, "Just one cup, not much."

Under the dim light, he waved to the person around him, and the person immediately understood what he meant, opened a small bottle from an angle that Lu Xiaoyue could not see, and threw some white particles into the cup.

Yu Xian shook the cup, knowing that Lu Xiaoyue was shaking her head, she moved the cup forward, grabbed her by the shoulder and brought it into his arms, thinking of half persuading and half forcing it down.

Before the wine glass was brought to Lu Xiaoyue's mouth, suddenly——

Someone grabbed his collar suddenly and grabbed him away from Lu Xiaoyue.

All of this happened so suddenly, Yu Xian was not a strong man who was soaked in wine, sex and wealth every day, but when he was suddenly picked up like this, his hand slipped, and the wine glass fell to the ground and shattered in an instant, emitting a sound. There was a sharp but crisp sound.

The wine inside splashed all over the floor, and there were still particles in the glass slag that had not been completely dissolved by the wine.

Everyone around was stunned for a moment. In the noisy bar, only this place calmed down.

"Which bastard—" Yu Xian saw the person holding him clearly, "Zhao Rong!??"

Zhao Rong had a cold face, still clutching Yu Xian's collar.

Liu Shun was startled at the side, stepped forward and wanted to pull but didn't know whether to pull, so he said: "Third Young Master, why don't you calm down, it's not good to move around in this situation."

Zhao Rong took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "I think beating someone is a very uncivilized thing."

Liu Shun breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is he human?"

The next moment, Zhao Rong clenched his fist, raised his hand, and hit Yu Xian on the face with all his strength.

"—Third Young Master!!! There are so many of them, I didn't call anyone!!!"

After chatting with Ruan Cheng, Qiao Nanqi didn't stay at the dinner.

He returned to the old house on Changxi Road.

The night in the old city was very lonely. There were not many pedestrians on the road in this old villa area. The old street lamps scattered yellow halos, pulling out Qiao Nanqi's slender figure in the dark night.

Cool breeze.

The winter in Yangcheng is very long, and now the end of autumn has passed, and it is unknown when the first snow will fall.

Qiao Nanqi walked through the path covered with weeds and paved with bricks, and when he entered the gate, he glanced at the letter box hanging at the door.

This letterbox was a standard only 20 years ago, and now, few people even send letters.He used to have someone to help him take care of what he needed, and he didn't need this thing, and now he doesn't need to use this thing.

Qiao Anqing liked these things when he was very young.

Although his mother is the heir of the Qiao family, she likes cats, cats and dogs, those short-lived and long-lasting, and all kinds of warm little things.Qiao Anqing had told him more than once that He Nan used to send her letters in the era when all communication was by letter, so when she was young, the happiest thing was the moment when she opened the mailbox when she returned home.

She left later, and He Nan lived in the Qiao family's house, which had no smell of fireworks. He spent his lonely boyhood here, and no one ever opened this mailbox again.

Rust was all over the lock of the mailbox, and I don't know where the key is, and I'm afraid it won't be able to open it long ago.

He just glanced at it casually, these small but indelible memories flashed through his mind, he turned his gaze and opened the door.

As soon as the door was opened, cold wind poured into the room, accompanied by a faint meow.

Qiao Nanqi closed the door and turned on the light, only to find one lying on the cabinet next to the door, looking at him, wondering if he heard his footsteps waiting here just now.

After he entered the house, the other two emerged.

The first thing that Mr. Qiao did after returning home was to deal with the trivial matters of these ancestors.

When he was done proficiently, he thought of Zhao Rong whom he saw tonight, picked one up and sat on the sofa, and gently stroked it.

The kitten is no longer afraid of him.

After all, these cats are all wild cats used to being wild. Even if they become domesticated, they will not be afraid of people.

In the first few days, I was still a little skeptical, but after this period of feeding, I started to be unscrupulous after I was familiar with it.Some even pushed their noses on their faces and climbed into bed in the middle of the night to lie on their stomachs.At the beginning, Qiao Nanqi had an attack of cleanliness and almost threw these little ancestors down.

But he changed his mind, these were the lives that Zhao Rong had cared for for a long time, and it was the tenderness that Zhao Rong left for him in his past memories.His heart softened for a while, and he didn't do anything, and now, those kittens are spoiled by him.

Even the things he was holding at the moment were not enough to be touched by him, and he would put his head on his hand from time to time, and he still felt that Qiao Nanqi was not comfortable enough to serve them.

Qiao Nanqi looked down at it, his thoughts were racing, and he occasionally thought of the two cats that Qiao Anqing raised in the past.

He is really a little tired today, and he has no energy to do anything.

After returning home, Qiao Nanqi didn't do anything, but told Xiao Wu that he would come tomorrow to move things back to the place where he and Zhao Rong lived, and went to bed early.

I don't know if it was because he thought of Qiao Anqing's two cats before going to bed. He had been dreaming of Zhao Rong in his dreams for the past few days, but tonight, the nightmare about Qiao Anqing reappeared.

In the dream, there was a scene where he called her hoarsely, and she just glanced at him and never looked back.

And when the family had just started to change, when he came home from school, before he put down his schoolbag, he suddenly heard the sound of Qiao Anqing sweeping all the dishes and chopsticks off the table.

Finally, when Qiao Anqing just passed away, he rushed to He Nan with red eyes and questioned him, but He Nan just smiled and said to him, "Maybe it's your fault?"

"If you were her own child, maybe she would be reluctant to leave because she couldn't bear it?"

"Pity……"

"You're just a bastard she adopted."

……

Qiao Nanqi always felt that there was noise in his ears, and the noise was getting louder, which suddenly woke him up from his dream.

The kitten on the bed was startled by his sudden sitting up, the curtains were drawn too tightly, the moonlight could not come in, and the room was dark.

No one around him would hold him from behind.

For some reason, the mobile phone beside the bed had a call coming in at this time, buzzing, as if it was urging for death.