He had a crush on him for 12 years and divorced

Tan Zheng stood by the French window for a while, when the phone rang again, Ren Zhaoyuan's ringtone.

He quickly adjusted his status, and didn't show any clues when he answered.

"Can't sleep yet?"

"No, sleepy," Ren Zhaoyuan turned over, "I slept late, and I only slept for four hours last night."

"Go to bed quickly, I will take care of those things, don't worry."

"Don't worry about those things..."

When he spoke due to sleepiness, his lips and tongue moved very little, and his voice seemed to be in his mouth, sticky. Tan Zheng unconsciously softened his tone and asked him coaxingly, "What's the matter?"

"Suddenly, I feel that I have something to tell you."

"You said, I'm listening."

"Well..." Ren Zhaoyuan seemed to be thinking about where to start, "You have been following me before, you should know that apart from studying abroad, there were several online disputes."

Tan Zheng was slightly stunned: "I remember it all."

Ren Zhaoyuan is sought after by many people, but he is also belittled and targeted by many people, and there have been many negative topics about him.

Artists are so arrogant, and hostility and contempt among different factions and styles abound.

When he first came back to China, Ren Zhaoyuan’s design achieved initial success, and because of Zhao Yuanqing, he skipped the process that many people may never make it through in his life, and directly contacted high-end consumer groups. After gaining favor, he quickly opened up his popularity.

Businessmanism, marketing, misnomer, vanity, clinging, prostitution, back door, orphans... It's not uncommon for people to turn from disdain for design to personal attacks.

What happened in Florence has also been dug out many times to add fuel and vinegar to make a fuss.

Obtaining same-sex marriage as soon as it becomes legal can also become a point of attack for homophobic people.

The memories about my grandma that I accidentally mentioned in an interview were questioned as fictional and sold miserably, and were even abused that he was the culprit who killed his relatives.

There are too many similar things.

There have also been many statements and explanations about works and private life.

Later, as time went by, his designs became more and more brilliant, he continued to win more and more important awards, and gradually became a pivotal figure in the industry, and those voices gradually disappeared.

There are still, just inconspicuous.

"It's been a long time ago, don't be unhappy," Ren Zhaoyuan smiled softly, "I don't want to show pity, I just want to explain."

"I don't want to spread my affairs in front of the public, and I don't like the feeling of arguing with a group of strangers. Even if the evidence is solid, if it is shown to too many people, it will always be pointed out. I don't like a Explain bit by bit, and don't like to be discussed, questioned and questioned by the crowd."

"So I don't want to make a statement."

"This time it didn't make a big deal. You solved it quickly. Making a statement or calling the police will only attract more attention. I don't want to, just because I don't want to, not for anyone."

The sporadic anomalies in Tan Zheng's voice were obviously well covered by the deep voice, but Ren Zhaoyuan didn't even need to listen.

He knows everything.

"I was just now," Ren Zhaoyuan's voice slowly softened again, and the last word was slightly prolonged, "I just woke up and my mind was a little dazed, and my reaction was a bit slow. I didn't make it clear to you in time, so don't be angry."

"I'm not angry," Tan Zheng's heart seemed to be filled with warm water, and all the hidden emotions were eliminated in Ren Zhaoyuan's words, "I won't be angry with you."

"so good."

Tan Zheng looked down at the traffic on the broad road, and responded softly.

"Those things, Xie Rong sent them to me when I found out about Zhao Yuanqing. If there is no accident, Xie Rong is also behind the scenes this time."

Ren Zhaoyuan has seen it all.

Thinking of the few seconds of video and pictures that were intercepted not long ago, even though he knew that it was not Ren Zhaoyuan, Tan Zheng still felt uncomfortable for a while, while Ren Zhaoyuan at that time saw everything.

It was the real Zhao Yuanqing, his other half back then.

"Zhaoyuan..."

"Ok?"

"It's okay," Tan Zheng changed the topic, "Zheng He is now in S City, looking for him."

"Well, Zheng He will easily find the address after he posted publicly. I'm not that magnanimous, but let's talk about it after Zheng He's affairs are settled."

When Tan Zheng heard Ren Zhaoyuan say that he was not so magnanimous, his heart softened again.

If Ren Zhaoyuan wasn't considered tolerant, then he didn't know who else could.

But thinking so in my heart, I didn't break it.

He only agreed to say: "I listen to you."

"Hmm..." Ren Zhaoyuan closed his eyes, with one side of his face sunk in the pillow, "I bought you a bottle of perfume."

"Are you ready to come back?"

"Next week."

"Sent it back?"

"No."

"It's so inconvenient to carry."

"Fortunately," Ren Zhaoyuan's voice gradually lowered, "I bought it when I met it."

Tan Zheng also lowered his voice: "The one you choose must smell good."

"It's the smell of ice and snow and bamboo forest."

"Sounds special."

"Hmm.. I like it very much."

"I'd like it too."

"Um.."

Tan Zheng heard that he was about to fall asleep, so he didn't speak anymore, just listened quietly to the slight breathing, but after a few seconds, Ren Zhaoyuan thought of something again, lifted his spirits and said, "I'm not here, Zheng He's side, you can do more for me." Pay attention and help if you need it."

"Okay," Tan Zheng said in a low voice, "Got it."

The person who was still shrouded in clouds not long ago, at this moment, his thumb was gently rubbing the root of his ring finger, thinking of the person wearing another ring, his expression was extremely relaxed.

The corners of the eyes and the brows are faintly showing a unique softness.

After hanging up the phone, Tan Zheng was "ordered" to contact Zheng He to ask about the situation, and Zheng He replied concisely.

--【found it】

Without any special means, Zheng He's men opened the door, and Zhao Yuanqing walked in and rang the doorbell.

It was Xie Rong who opened the door.

He seemed to have expected it, and smiled at Zhao Yuanqing: "You are here."

Zheng He passed Zhao Yuanqing and pushed Xie Rong into the room. When the space was spacious, he raised his hand and punched hard without waiting for Xie Rong to stand still.

Xie Rong fell to the ground and coughed continuously, the blood on the inside of his cheeks from the broken teeth seeped out along the corners of his mouth, he stopped coughing for a while, and turned his head to spit the remaining blood foam on the expensive carpet.

"What?" Xie Rong's eyes swept from Zheng He to Zhao Yuanqing, "You can't help yourself, and you still need to bring help."

"Oh!" The nanny who was resting in the house hurried out and stopped a few meters away from them, "You, who are you?"

"Don't be afraid," Xie Rong straightened his upper body, pointing to Zhao Yuanqing, "He is Zhao Dong's son, you go, Zhao Dong won't blame you, and you can serve the clean people in the future."

"I, Director Zhao..."

Xie Rong was full of impatience: "Get lost."

Zheng He turned his head and signaled to several people at the door, and they gave way to the door to let the woman leave, came in and held down Xie Rong to take hair follicles and blood samples.

"Mr. Zhao," Zheng He clenched his hands tightly into fists, but restrained himself from doing anything else, "I'll take him away before the results come out."

"I have something to ask him alone."

"For safety's sake, it's best to ask in another place."

After all, this is Zhao Rongsen's place. Although he is out of town, he can get news and send someone over at any time.

Changing a place one minute later is a variable, Zhao Yuanqing looked at the time: "1 minutes."

After all, Zhao Yuanqing helped in the matter of looking for Xie Rong, Zheng He thought for a while and nodded and agreed: "We are outside, you can do what you want."

Xie Rong sat on the ground and didn't get up. After the door was closed, Zhao Yuanqing walked over and squatted down, clutching his collar tightly: "What the hell are you trying to do?"

"I wanted to give you a gift," Xie Rong snorted, "Unfortunately, you didn't catch it."

Zhao Yuanqing was not in the mood to listen to his crazy words: "Give me those videos and photos. For the sake of love, I will give you a sum of money to send you abroad, which will definitely be enough for the rest of your life."

"Affection," Xie Rong seemed to hear something funny, "What kind of affection do we have? Is it because you rely on me to like you and leave the bad things to me to deal with... or can I be your stepdad affection?"

Zhao Yuanqing's complexion changed suddenly, and he knocked Xie Rong down: "What did you say?!"

Xie Rong coughed a few times, suppressed the itchiness in his throat for a few seconds, then turned to look at him: "Why put on such a surprised gesture, you have seen a lot of things in the circle, I can disappear without anyone noticing and be caught You really can't think of getting here?"

Zhao Yuanqing glared at him roughly, as if he was going to strangle him to death in the next second.

Xie Rong propped himself up and moved back to sit next to a tall flower pot, and said: "Actually, last time I thought, why didn't you strangle me to death? It's good to die in your hands. I just liked you."

"I can completely disappear after the company goes through a resignation procedure. I have no friends, and no one will find out that I am dead."

"I even got my surname because I am grateful to you. People can live because of you. If they die, they will die and return them to you."

"It's a pity that you are a person, good or good soon, bad or bad..."

Zhao Yuanqing had blue veins protruding from his forehead, and he let go of his jaw after a while and asked harshly, "When did it start?"

"Last year, the year before last, the year before last..." Xie Rong counted, then sneered, "Does it make sense?"

"Don't worry, I deleted all those videos and photos, and there is nothing left."

"Didn't you say that even if Ren Zhaoyuan doesn't get back together with you, you don't want him to hate you? Didn't you work hard to help him solve his problems and find his parents? Didn't you just want to have a normal relationship?"

"It's too simple, I'll teach you."

"Send an apology acknowledging everything, and explain clearly the words in those articles and the facts in the videos and photos. Ren Zhaoyuan will definitely look up to you."

"But you don't want to."

"You and Zhao Rongsen are worthy of being father and son. They are the same people in their bones."

Zhao Yuanqing's bone joint clenched loudly, each word was almost squeezed out of his throat: "My dad forced you?"

Hearing this sentence, Xie Rong's bloodless face suddenly changed into an indifferent expression, which was so ugly that it was a bit creepy.

He doesn't even count as victims.

Because except for the first time when he couldn't resist desperately, he was disgusted and never refused again.

His life was given by Zhao Rongsen.

"He forced you, and you hate him, so take revenge on me."

"No..No coercion, no hatred, no revenge.."

Xie Rong no longer looked at Zhao Yuanqing, and his voice was more like talking to himself: "I'm just curious, if decades of loving couples can be so dirty under the skin, is it true that there are no loyal feelings in the world at all. Everyone is pretending, anyway, no one knows when they go out."

"I thought you were different from Ren Zhaoyuan at first, but then I saw the way you looked at Yu Nan..." Xie Rong paused, then laughed again, "It's so interesting, ha, the dazzling partner at home is true love, and the silly one outside Bai Tian's idiot also really likes it... Do you think you can hold back for a lifetime without me? Do you think—"

Zhao Yuanqing seemed to be trampled on a sore foot, he bent over and grabbed Xie Rong's neck in a few steps, even more ruthless than last time: "Shut up!"

Xie Rong really shut up, didn't say a word, his pale face gradually turned red from suffocation, and the hand that had been placed behind him was weakly exposed.

His hands were covered in blood.

Can't see the original color at all.

Zhao Yuanqing was so irritated by Xie Rong's words that he almost lost his mind. Only now did he realize that the dark brown carpet next to Xie Rong was very heavy because of being soaked, and the air smelled like blood.

"You're fucking crazy!" Zhao Yuanqing hastily let go of his bleeding arm and held down the blood vessel, "Come here!! Zheng He!!"

The scene in front of Xie Rong became more and more blurred, and Zhao Yuanqing's face gradually changed, getting smaller and smaller, gradually overlapping with the once immature face.

"Who said you have no home."

"My home is your home."

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