"Here"

Qiao Wenhan pointed to his face, and An Xiaoxi touched it lightly with his lips. It can be regarded as a return home traveler to pick up the wind and wash the dust.

He didn't say a word about Anna, and he didn't talk about the embarrassing scene just now. The two reached a tacit understanding of silence.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, An Xiaoxi was called to the study.

It was the first time she had stepped into this room, and the dark brown bookcases were lined up, filling the room with the smell of books. Qiao Wenhan usually works and holds video and telephone conferences.

An Xiaoxi saw Qiao Wenhan at work for the first time.

Focus on the computer and keyboard, with good-looking red copper-colored metal thin-rimmed glasses. Qiao Wenhan in front of him is elegant and solemn, which is completely different from the prodigal son who has made thirteen contract lovers.

All the books are arranged in alphabetical order, and OCD Joe really has a lot of strange requirements.

"Sit here."

Qiao Wenhan pointed to the sofa next to him, but he didn't raise his head.

"Can I watch it?"

Ann Xiaoxi took Chekhov's "The Cherry Orchard," a script for a comedy in four acts. Qiao Wenhan nodded, and An Xiaoxi sat meekly and quietly on the sofa on his right like a lamb.

Except for the sound of the pendulum clock, only the sound of Qiao Wenhan typing was left in the room.

An Xiaoxi couldn't figure out what she was going to do when she asked her to come over. Qiao Wenhan obviously didn't have time to "bully" her.

Close the computer. Qiao Wenhan finished his final work of the year, and An Xiaoxi is still immersed in the story of "The Cherry Orchard".

"Do you know how many tragedies there are in the world?"

Asked coldly, An Xiaoxi didn't come back to his senses.

Although she has been battling a tragic fate since she was born, she has never thought about it. Qiao Wenhan asked her seriously, and he was asked.

Qiao Wenhan seemed to take advantage of this quiet night to open An Xiaoxi's little head and find something deep in his soul.

"There are two kinds of tragedies in the world, one is Shakespearean and ends with the death of a loved one, and the other is Chekhovian and everyone is unhappy at the end."

The moonlight poured in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, reflecting the cold and slender figure by the window.

An Xiaoxi seemed to see Qiao Wenhan, who was drenched in the rain in the night market, and the arrogant nobleman, but there was sadness in his eyes.

"It's enough to experience it vigorously, whether it's dead, or you'll be unhappy. None of the results matter. ”

An Xiaoxi closed the book and found a place on the bookshelf to put it in.

As soon as he turned around, he was hugged by Qiao Wenhan's shoulders.

Looking at each other, there were only a few table lamps in the room, and the eyes of the two seemed to have stars flickering by the faint moonlight.

"Are you afraid of loneliness?"

Ann Creek opened.

"I'm not afraid of being lonely......"

"I'm lonely all over."

Pulling An Xiaoxi's head into his chest, two lonely people met smoothly under a wonderful gravitational pull.

An Xiaoxi responded to Qiao Wenhan's hug for the first time, gently holding Qiao Wenhan's waist with both hands, listening to Qiao Wenhan's heartbeat, the tip of his nose was the familiar smell of perfume, and the ups and downs of Qiao Wenhan's breathing.

"Ding Ding Ding" The phone rang, equity, mergers and acquisitions, shares, IPOs, Qiao Wenhan withdrew from loneliness and became the "Mr. Qiao" who was entangled in affairs.

An Xiaoxi continued to look for books in the study, and found a delicate leather book on the lowest floor of the floor-to-ceiling bookcase in front of the window.

The gilded English script has the words C.M.Y in the upper right corner.

When I opened, it was a photo book. There is no text introduction, and I don't know who the author is.

The entire photo album is divided into two parts, the upper part is the landscape and the lower part is the people.

The scenery has a clear blue sea, white houses, and it looks like it should be the scenery around the Aegean Sea. There are also pointed church tops, Gothic buildings and snow-covered streets, like those of Germany or Belgium.

And the character, there is only one.

Big curly hair, shallow eyebrows, small nose, delicate mouth.

I don't see any eyeshadow or eyeliner. Only the red lip color highlights the fair skin.

When you laugh, it's like a sunny day, romantic and warm. The frowning look is like a rainy day, and the heart is full of worries.

It's a beauty with a mysterious temperament.

From composition to tone, from depth of field to exposure, they are all very particular. This should be the only work of a master photographer.

"Fish?"

An Xiaoxi closed the photo album, and Qiao Wenhan was already standing behind him.

"Look at this, do you like it?"

Qiao Wenhan picked up the phone and pointed to the latest phone inside.

……

In the store, Qiao Wenhan took An Xiaoxi to choose a mobile phone. It had been a long time since she had gone out, and An Xiaoxi felt more free and happy than ever.

"You can choose the number segment"

An Xiaoxi lowered her head and chosen, unable to make up her mind for a while.

"0216 for tail number"

Qiao Wenhan and the operator's service staff requested.

"Why? I'm going to use 0314! ”

"Of course, the phone I bought had to use the number I chose." Mr. Qiao was so willful, pressing An Xiaoxi's shoulder, smiling and taking over the mobile phone that had successfully entered the network.

"The boot password is also 0216!"

"Why?"

"Why did you get 100,000 implants today? I said yes, yes. ”

An Xiaoxi looked unhappy, being a contract lover really has no human rights, and he doesn't even have the autonomy to choose a mobile phone number.

Finally a new mobile phone was used, and An Xiaoxi used a smartphone for the first time. In this era, it is equivalent to primitive man. Qiao Wenhan was riddled with trivial matters, and the phone kept ringing along the way.

Singapore's investment does not seem to be going well.

"Creek!"

Suddenly, there was a chill in the back, the voice was too familiar.

The man was wearing a thin black down jacket, the white down was exposed, and the collar and chest were shiny, full of dirt and oil. I didn't wear socks, and my ankles were red from the cold.

"Long time no see"

The person who spoke, An Xiaoxi will never forget it for the rest of his life, and it is a nightmare to think about it.

"Chen Hansheng ......"

It's really a narrow road, and I ran into my ex-boyfriend like this.

"Yo! If you get rich, you don't know me? ”

Chen Hansheng is shameless, how deeply An Xiaoxi was hurt by him at the beginning, and he lived on the streets, all thanks to him. It's just that he was young at the time, and he couldn't see it clearly if he was a human or a dog.

"I know everything that turns to ashes. If you don't get rich, it has nothing to do with you. ”

"Yo! Sure enough, when you have money, you turn your face and don't recognize people. Heartless. ”

If Chen Hansheng, a scoundrel, knew that An Xiaoxi was now mixed up like this, he would definitely blackmail, and he didn't want to talk nonsense with this splash, An Xiaoxi turned around and was about to leave. Chen Hansheng grabbed her.

"Go"

Qiao Wenhan gently took An Xiaoxi's hand and was about to leave.

Two hands, two men on the left and right. An Xiaoxi shook off Chen Hansheng's hand, but he grabbed it tighter.

When Qiao Wenhan saw this situation, he also guessed seven or eight points.

"You can bear it, An Xiaoxi, sugar daddy." Chen Hansheng chased after him.

"Do you know this person?" Qiao Wenhan asked, frowning. The good mood was ruined by this man.

"I don't know."

"This gentleman, she said she didn't know you."

Qiao Wenhan raised his voice a little, and when he went up, he threw Chen Hansheng's hand that grabbed An Xiaoxi and threw it out.

"Don't know? I was her first man......"