Wen Qiao licked his lips, always feeling that he was having auditory hallucinations, and the next second he pulled the car door and got in.

Lu Yunzheng leaned next to the car, Wen Yu lowered the window, Brother Zheng, let's go first. You're going back to ...... sooner

When Wen Yu said this, his face was proud, which made Lu Yunzheng very unhappy, but he couldn't show the slightest possessiveness and unhappiness in front of them.

Wen Yu had already started the car, and he made a slight roar, and he was almost one foot on the accelerator.

Lu Yunzheng smiled, pulled back his seat, and sat up with a burst of cool air, leaning back on the chair. said in a casual tone: I drank wine, you send Wen Qiao by the way.

......

Wen Yu narrowed his expression, he sat down, didn't say anything, the corners of his mouth sank, and drove onto the avenue.

Lu Yunzheng leaned back in the chair, his hands hanging on the chair, he actually didn't drink much tonight, he was very hot and uncomfortable, his brain was also groggy, and he couldn't lift his spirits when he leaned down.

Fortunately, Wen Yu and Wen Qiao are quiet.

Wen Qiao drank a lot, not drunk, but a little dizzy, lightheaded, and basically conscious.

She leaned back in the chair, tilted her head to look out the window, Lu Yunzheng's face was reflected in the glass, her brows were slightly frowned, her eyes were closed to hide the cynical frivolity and romance, her lips were pursed tightly, and her knobby fingers were on the neckline. I wanted to pull it but I didn't pull it.

Wen Qiao subconsciously wondered if he was uncomfortable?

After thinking about it, he hadn't drunk since he appeared, and he helped her with a glass in the middle, and he didn't drink enough to pour a glass.

Thinking about it, my thoughts drifted away again.

The car slowly drove into the Yunge community, Wen Yu's throat rolled, and said softly: Qiaoqiao, I'll send you up?

Wen Qiao just wanted to speak, when he heard a light cough from the back seat, Lu Yunzheng woke up, and his dark eyes stared directly at the back of Wen Qiao's head.

The sight is forced to be straightforward, which makes Wen Qiao feel uncomfortable on his back.

She bent her lips and said politely, "I'll go up myself, you can send Mr. Lu back quickly."

A hint of loss flashed in Wen Yu's eyes. In fact, he really wanted to go up and take care of Wen Qiao and make her a sobering tea or something, given the experience of the last time, he knew that Wen Qiao was like a little hedgehog, when he didn't accept a person outside, he would put up thorns all over his body from time to time, and he would treat people and treat him.

Forget it, he said in his heart that he still didn't press it, he just got along with friends, and he couldn't make her disgusted.

Okay, then you give me WeChat when you get home. Wen Yu said, and then turned his head and asked Lu Yunzheng: Brother Zheng, where are you going?

Lu Yunzheng dragged his voice and said: The moon is half bent.

Before Wen Qiao got out of the car, Wen Yu suddenly thought of something and asked: Brother Zheng, has the little wild cat done it?

Lu Yun opened his eyes suddenly, spreading banter and playfulness, but they were all hidden in the darkness, he raised the corners of his lips, laughter trembled in his chest, scratched people, and ran away.

Before the words fell, Wen Qiao's cheeks suddenly became hot. At first, she was still thinking about the little wild cat, could it be that she saw the cat, but it wasn't until Lu Yunzheng said that she was scratching people, and she understood that he was comparing himself to a little wild cat, and she thought of Wen Yu asking again. Do you know?

Wen Qiao quietly glanced at Wen Yu, his eyes were calm, as if he really asked casually, which made her also breathe a sigh of relief.

Wen Qiao pushed the door and got out of the car and said goodbye to the people in the car: Be careful on the road.

The autumn breeze swept in the cool air, Wen Qiao's windbreaker was still on her arm, she subconsciously rubbed her arms, Lu Yunzheng suddenly lowered the window and called her: Secretary Wen.

Wen Qiao raised his eyes to look at him, and the water in his eyes was rippling, like stars.

Mr. Lu, is there anything else? she asked softly.

Lu Yunzheng raised his eyebrows, he just wanted to ask her to put on the windbreaker, it was so cold outside and she was wearing a thin skirt, stupid or not, but he couldn't say anything about her gaze, and said nonsense casually: Go to the hotel tomorrow for acceptance, don't forget.

Wen Qiao was stunned for a moment, smiled and said, "I know."

Wen Qiao went upstairs, Wen Yu started the car, as if there was some kind of tacit understanding for no reason, Lu Yunzheng leaned on sleep, Wen Yu was also talking, silent all the way.

Thank you. Lu Yunzheng said.

Wen Yu smiled, and when he got out of the car, he called him: Brother Zheng, do you like Wen Qiao?

His voice was small but unusually cold.

Lu Yunzheng pressed his temples and said: You have asked countless times.

......

I was tired, so I went back to sleep first. I'll treat you to a drink another day. Lu Yunzheng waved his hand and walked back with steps.

Wen Yu stared for a while, until the figure disappeared at the elevator entrance, and he slammed his fist on the steering wheel, panting heavily.

After a long time, the phone rang. His mood suddenly calmed down.

Wincho: Have you arrived?

Wen Yu: I just arrived at Brother Zheng's house, are you going to sleep?

Wincho: Well, slow down on your way, good night.

Wen Yu: Good night.

Typing down two words, he stared at the dialog box repeatedly, and the anger in his eyes slowly dissipated, shrouded in a soft smile.

Wincho leaned against the fridge. After drinking several glasses of water, my mind is clearer than before.

Suddenly, there was a loud movement next door, the sound of men and women arguing, the breaking of dishes and the crying of children.

Wen Qiao was stunned for a few seconds before hearing the woman's hysterical growl.

She closed her eyes, almost instantly pulling her back to where she was when she was thirteen. Wen's mother and Wen's father always quarreled, and they couldn't break the plate and bowl at every turn, but they didn't fall in front of her.

always pretended to be affectionate in front of her, hiding it from her, if it wasn't for the fact that one afternoon in the summer, she went to cram school and forgot to bring the exercise book, and when she turned home to pick it up, she ran into a mess and a broken relationship with them.

Wen's mother who was sitting hysterically on the ground, and Wen's father who was standing on the balcony smoking one cigarette after another.

Wen Qiao was surprised and frightened, and at that moment burst out, but she made an extraordinary calm move, stepped over the shattered porcelain slag, hung her head back to the room, took the exercise book, stuffed it into her school bag, and ran out the door.

Then, she skipped class, hid under the bridge and cried, crying until the sky fell, and finally cried until she fell asleep under the bridge, and when she woke up, she was lying in a police car. was counted down by Wen's mother and Wen's father.

Since then, Wen's mother and Wen's father calmly handled the divorce certificate, and when her parents asked her who she was willing to go with, Wen Qiao hated the two of them and casually said that she wanted to follow her father.

Wen's mother soon moved out, leaving her and her father behind, and another year passed. When she was thirteen years old, her father went to the police and encountered an accident and left her behind.

And her mother also had a new family, so it was impossible to take her over, and later Grandpa Lu took her to Nancheng.

The child's cries grew louder, the woman's hysteria turned into pleading, and the man's shouting was so penetrating that almost the entire corridor echoed with his voice.

His thoughts gradually converged, Wen Qiao held the quilt, and his hands tightened subconsciously.

She had seen the watermelon-headed child, and the woman was also gentle and talkative, and she saw that there was light in the child's eyes, thinking that they must be a happy family, how could it be...... That's it!

The altercation lasted until midnight. By that time, Wincho had fallen asleep.

The next day, I had to go to the hotel for acceptance, and Wen Qiao went directly to the hotel.

The planning team is very good, the scene is very good, almost the most famous anniversary celebration of Sugigoe over the years, after communicating the final details with the planning team, confirmed the guests' actions and lists, it is already afternoon. Wen Qiao stopped by for a meal in the restaurant downstairs.

Just as I was about to go back to the company, Assistant Li's phone called.

Secretary Wen, is Mr. Lu with you? Assistant Li's voice sounded a little anxious.

Wen Qiao frowned and said, "No, isn't he going to have a banquet for Mr. Fei and Mr. Hua this afternoon?"

The anniversary invited a lot of guests, and several of them had a strong relationship, so they came over in advance to let Lu Yunzheng entertain them, and they made an appointment to meet in the afternoon.

Assistant Li was even more anxious, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet: I can't get through Mr. Lu's phone, I wonder if he won't be late, but it's almost past three o'clock, I'll entertain the guests first, Secretary Wen, is it convenient for you to go to Mr. Lu's house to have a look?

Lu Yunzheng has always attached great importance to this kind of thing, not to mention the anniversary, and the resources of Mr. Fei and Mr. Hua have covered the entire Internet industry. He shouldn't have ......

Could it be? The words he said last night suddenly came to my ears: Wen Qiao, I am sick.

Wen Qiao had a bad premonition, hung up the phone and rushed to the middle of the moon.

The room was empty, not like anyone was at home, and Wincho pushed the door open and picked up the shirt he had casually thrown on the couch.

She walked over to the bedroom door and knocked a few times. There was no movement inside.

Wen Qiao twisted the door lock and pushed it open, Lu Yunzheng was naked, lying on the dark green big bed, the belt was thrown at his feet, his trousers were not changed, and his big hands were pressed against his eyes and he slept deeply.

Wincho called out to him, but he didn't react.

Wen Qiao walked to the side of his bed, bent down and pushed him, skin to skin, Wen Qiao was burned, she dragged his hand away, and saw that his face was red and hot, and the hot breath he exhaled was hot.

Wen Qiao touched his head, and the hot temperature passed through the palm of his hand, as if it had been rolled in boiling water, it was too hot.

Lu Yunzheng. She patted his face, his closed eyelids moving, his eyelashes fluttering.

You have a fever. She said again, trying to wake him up.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were red, very terrifying, and he opened his mouth and made a dry voice: You...... Am I dreaming?

Wen Qiao glared at him, he was still dreaming.

He stared at Wen Qiao, as if he didn't believe that the person in front of him was Wen Qiao, and after a while, he suddenly hooked his lips and pulled her hand. Pull into your arms.

Wen Qiao was unsteady and fell to his chest, his ears pressed against his hot chest, instantly burning his ears and neck.

His big palm pressed against her shoulder, not letting her move, and his muffled voice sounded in my ears, and I seemed to ...... Still dreaming.

You smell so good. His voice was hoarse. The voice trembled in the chest, dragging the hot temperature, which was particularly ambiguous.

It was a man's skin, and the snort touched the breath of a man, although she was sick, it didn't smell bad, and the strong breath of hormones rose and fell violently with her chest, and she struggled to prop up the bed. Break free from your embrace.

You let go. What's wrong with being a hooligan when you're sick? Obviously he's very sick and restless, and at first glance he's a rambling scoundrel.

Lu Yunzheng smiled and said: Don't you even dream of being a hooligan?

After speaking, he held Wen Qiao's wrist, pressed it against the sheets, pressed his hot body up, and said against her ear: Why are you so domineering, huh?