When Xia Qingshu came out of the bathroom, he didn't look very good.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Wen Sheng asked.

The fact that Zhou Qian was able to come into the exhibition showed that he had a good relationship with the owner. Xia Qingshu did not say that he met a pervert in the bathroom, but only said that he drank an ice drink and felt a little uncomfortable.

Wen Sheng poured him a cup of hot water and whispered to him, "If you feel uncomfortable, let's go first."

Xia Qingshu nodded.

Wen Sheng said gently, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you didn't like it. Wait for me, I'll have a word with the master and leave right away."

"Brother Sheng, I don't blame you. This place is nice, and the paintings are beautiful... I... I just feel a little uncomfortable." Xia Qingshu said, "You have something to do, I'll just sit for a while."

Xia Qingshu held a cup of hot water and sat in the middle of the gallery, watching people coming and going around him. The nausea caused by being entangled by the leprosy finally subsided a little.

Wen Sheng walked towards the bathroom.

After a while, he seemed to hear the sound of people trying to stop a quarrel. He was not familiar with the place and did not dare to walk around, for fear that Wen Sheng would not be able to find him if he left.

About ten minutes later, Wen Sheng came back.

"Qingshu, you can go now."

After coming back, Wen Sheng wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses.

"Hey." Xia Qingshu pointed at his glasses, "They look good."

"I like your level of appreciation." Wen Sheng smiled gently.

Xia Qingshu observed carefully. When Wen Sheng put on the glasses, his warm eyes were covered, and when he pursed his lips, there was a kind of coldness and indifference in his expression.

He stood up and walked out side by side with Wen Sheng. When they got in the car, Xia Qingshu discovered that the back of his hands were a little broken, as if they had been hit by a hard object. Maybe it was left over from filming.

"I know a private restaurant with good food." Wen Sheng started the car engine. "Let's sit for a while. After dinner, I'll take you home?"

Wen Sheng looked at him with just the right smile on his face.

"Okay." Xia Qingshu nodded. He was also a little hungry. "Last time you treated me, this time I'll treat you."

Xia Qingshu thought that he could take Wen Sheng to the "Healing House", go in through the back door, and ask Xia Laoer to reserve a private room for them where they would not be watched by others.

"My father runs a restaurant. I called him to reserve a table." Seeing that the other party was a little confused, Xia Qingshu explained, "My adoptive father."

When Chen Qixi first introduced Xia Qingshu, he said that he had been abroad. It was the first time Wen Sheng heard that he had an adoptive father who ran a restaurant. But he did not show any surprise and replied "OK" with a smile.

As soon as Xia Qingshu picked up the phone, he received a call from Secretary Li.

Secretary Li was a little anxious: "Xia, can you come to the company?"

Xia Qingshu quietly refused: "Brother Li, I'm sorry, I have something to do, can we do it another day?"

Secretary Li paused and changed his tone to an extremely anxious one, "Mr. Xia, could you please come right away? Something has happened to the boss!!"

Xia Qingshu asked in a low voice: "What happened?"

Secretary Li was hesitating and didn't explain clearly. He just said it was a private matter, extremely urgent and serious, and asked him to go there quickly.

After hanging up the phone, Xia Qingshu said apologetically, "Sorry, Brother Sheng, I have something urgent to deal with."

Wen Sheng smiled considerately and said, "Go ahead, we'll make an appointment next time."

"Okay, I'll treat you to a good meal next time."

After Xia Qingshu left, Wen Sheng sat alone in the car for five minutes, his eyes fixed on the direction he left.

~

In the gallery, Zhou Qian sat in the seat where Xia Qingshu had sat, holding the cup that Xia Qingshu had drunk from, and drinking water in small sips.

There was a wound at the corner of his mouth, as if it was caused by being hit by a hard object, and it was still bleeding.

I don’t know what he was thinking about, but even though his wound was torn, he was still smiling.

He had one hand in his trouser pocket, fumbling around, and no one knew what he was doing.

As time went by, fewer and fewer people came to the gallery.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Qian stood up and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, a sack of linen was placed over his head and a rope was tied around his throat, making it impossible for him to make a sound.

The other person was very strong and dragged him to the bathroom.

Zhou Qian felt that he was going to die.

~

Chen Zhiyu has always been very busy at work, and unless it is for work reasons, he usually does not attend social events such as art exhibitions and wine tastings.

Therefore, when Wu Qianxi sent him the invitation to the art exhibition, he didn't pay much attention to it.

Wu Qianxi is Chen Zhiyu's elementary school classmate. The two have a good relationship. When he was in high school, Wu Qianxi went abroad and they had no contact for several years. Last year, Chen Group won the bid for the construction of the Urban Museum, and happened to cooperate with Wu Qianxi's company, so they became familiar with each other again.

Wu Qianxi is not a professional painter. This is his first solo exhibition and he needs someone to support the event. He called Chen Zhiyu several times, but Chen Zhiyu still did not show up, so he was very angry.

When the exhibition was about to end, Wu Qianxi called Chen Zhiyu to ask for accusations, "Hey, my busy CEO, you promised to come to my exhibition, where are you?"

Chen Zhiyu held the phone, his face expressionless, "Are you done? I have a meeting."

Wu Qianxi snorted, "What meeting?"

Chen Zhiyu said coldly, "Hang up."

Wu Qianxi: "Qiaotou Sack! Chen Zhiyu, we have been friends for decades after all, will you die if you say a few more words?"

Chen Zhiyu: “Yes.”

He opened his phone and was about to hang up when Wu Qianxi yelled, "I've only met Mr. Wen twice, but he came and brought a pretty kid with him. As a friend of mine for decades, you're too heartless!"

When Chen Zhiyu heard the words "Actor Wen", his fingers that were pressing the red symbol loosened. He was not a gossipy person, but he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, "Who did he bring?"

Wu Qianxi: "I don't know her. This is the first time I've seen her. I think her name is Shu. She's very pretty, has a sweet voice, and fair skin. Wen Sheng protects her very well... Oh, I took a video..."

Chen Zhiyu said coldly, "Send it to me!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Zhiyu clicked on the video and his face became increasingly cold.

The video was shot at an art exhibition. In a corner, Xia Qingshu and Wen Sheng were standing in front of a fancy painting. Wen Sheng was talking about something, and Xia Qingshu was looking at the painting with his head tilted.

............

As the president's secretary, Secretary Li has to attend many meetings every day. He was presiding over a bidding meeting when he was suddenly called out by the boss.

As soon as Secretary Li stepped into the CEO's office, Chen Zhiyu sternly questioned him, "Secretary Li, why didn't you arrange Wu Qianxi's art exhibition for me in advance?"

Hearing Chen Zhiyu's tone, Secretary Li thought that he had caused hundreds of millions of losses to the company. When he heard that it was just about the art exhibition, he was slightly relieved.

"Boss, I asked you after I received it, and you said you wouldn't go."

"When did you ask?" Chen Zhiyu asked again.

Secretary Li opened the notebook and said, "This Monday morning, between ten and eleven."

During this time every week, Secretary Li will arrange the boss's schedule for the week.

Chen Zhiyu didn't say anything. He turned his boss chair towards the floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall and paused for several minutes before asking, "I didn't even go, so why did Xia Qingshu go?"

Secretary Li: “???”

How does he know? He is not Xia Qingshu? !

Secretary Li lowered his head and could not see his boss's expression. But this kind of unreasonable scolding is too similar to that of his wife at home who gets jealous at the slightest disagreement.

Secretary Li counted on his fingers and found that Xia Qingshu not only went there, but also did not go alone.

The meeting downstairs was waiting for him to speak. There was a mountain of work to do this week, and if he couldn't finish it he would have to stay up late, so Secretary Li was very anxious.

He tentatively replied, "Maybe he went because he knew you also received the invitation and wanted to meet you by chance."

Chen Zhiyu's complexion looked slightly better.

"Chance encounters can create a special sense of destiny. When I was courting my wife, I often deliberately created chance encounters."

"Really?" Chen Zhiyu's tone softened a little, but it still sounded cold and hard to Secretary Li's ears.

"Yes, that's for sure." Secretary Li added, "I guess he went there with someone else."

Chen Zhiyu looked over coldly and nodded.

Yes, you guessed it right.

Secretary Li has a lot of experience in reading articles, and he immediately started editing on the spot, "Student Xia accidentally learned about Mr. Wu's art exhibition and knew that you also received an invitation. He was not familiar with Wu Qianxi and did not get the invitation, so he went there with his friends, hoping to meet you by chance."

Chen Zhiyu's taut mouth gradually relaxed, and he snorted disdainfully, "What basis do you have for what you said?"

Secretary Li was furious. He made up this story out of thin air just to get a seven-figure annual salary. It was totally unfounded.

The boss is worthy of being the boss. Even though he was blinded by love, he was still able to keep a clear head and ask him for evidence.

Xia Qingshu didn't find out the reason why he did this, but he did find out the reason why his boss is still single.

Boss, dating is not something you can do behind closed doors, it requires practice.

But he didn't dare to say this to his boss, so he had to make up a story on the spot, "Boss, I'll call Xia now and tell him you're looking for him. He will definitely leave the exhibition and come here right away."

Chen Zhiyu said graciously, "Go ahead and fight."

Secretary Li thought to himself, Mr. Xia, I'm sorry, please consider our boss. Although his way of thinking is a little strange and he is a little overconfident, he is still a high-quality boss.

After hanging up the phone, Xia Qingshu promised to come over right away, and Chen Zhiyu's straightened mouth corners finally curled up slightly.

"Wait here," Chen Zhiyu said. "If what you say is wrong, your performance pay will be deducted for half a year."

Secretary Li: “…”

~

As soon as Xia Qingshu stepped out of the car, a staff member waited at the door and took him to the president's office.

The staff was extremely respectful to him, but also a little anxious.

Xia Qingshu's heart skipped a beat, thinking that something had happened to Chen Zhiyu. But when he pushed open the door of the president's office, he saw Chen Zhiyu sitting at his desk, reading documents.

I don’t know if the company encountered any difficulties, but his face looked a little grim. When he saw Xia Qingshu come in, he just glanced at him lightly and turned his attention back to the documents in his hand.

He didn't even say hello, clearly ignoring me.

Secretary Li stood next to Chen Zhiyu, with his head down and a sallow face. While his boss wasn't paying attention, he secretly winked at Xia Qingshu.

"Brother Zhiyu?"

Xia Qingshu blinked her big watery eyes and looked over with some confusion.

Because he walked in a hurry, his face was flushed, and the reddest part was his lips, which were shiny and attractive.

Chen Zhiyu pinched his palms, relaxed his tense facial muscles, and pretended to put down the documents in his hands.

"Brother Zhiyu, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Zhiyu raised his expressionless handsome face and asked instead of answering, "Where have you been?!"

Xia Qingshu was stunned, looking confused.

Secretary Li lowered his head and coughed.

Xia Qingshu came back to his senses.

He wasn't actually angry that the date was interrupted, but he rushed over with good intentions. The other party was fine, but not only did she not respond to his concern, she also questioned him angrily. Everyone has a temper.

Xia Qingshu blurted out, "Why are you so fierce?"

His tone was not harsh, and his pronunciation was soft. Even when he was questioning, there was no momentum in his voice, and there was some grievance hidden in it.

The aura on Chen Zhiyu's face collapsed in an instant like a mountain torrent.

"...I, I'm not vicious."

Xia Qingshu stared at him in disbelief with her beautiful big eyes, her long curly eyelashes trembling slightly.

I was confused and didn't know whether I believed it or not.

Secretary Li coughed and said, "Xia, the boss was just being mean to me."

Xia Qingshu lowered his eyes, seeming to believe it.

"Boss, I'm going out first." Secretary Li thought to himself, Boss, I can only help you up to this point.

"What's the matter?" Xia Qingshu sat on the sofa opposite Chen Zhiyu and asked in a low voice.

Chen Zhiyu glanced at Secretary Li's back, not knowing what to say.

Secretary Li is getting more and more daring. He dares to leave before explaining everything clearly? !

He didn't know how to react.

Xia Qingshu used to be timid and spoke softly.

When did you dare to lose your temper in front of him?

What’s even more strange is that even when someone got angry at him, he didn’t get angry at all.

"Why did you call me over here?" Xia Qingshu pouted, her pink lips slightly parted, and she stammered in dissatisfaction, "You called me over here, but you didn't say anything."

The voice was thin, and it was obviously a complaint, but it also sounded like she was acting coquettishly.

Chen Zhiyu came back to his senses and pointed to a bottle of ointment on the table, "My legs hurt, and no one is applying ointment."

Xia Qingshu blinked his big eyes twice and said "Oh".

She neither offered to help him apply medicine nor showed any concern for his condition.

He seems very angry.

Chen Zhiyu had never encountered such a situation before and felt a little helpless. He wanted to call Secretary Li back, but was afraid that Secretary Li would make things worse. Finally, he had to pretend that his leg injury was very painful and howled a few times with his poor acting skills. Xia Qingshu finally walked towards him.

Xia Qingshu took the ointment in her hand, squatted in front of him, and looked up at him, "Does this medicine have instructions?"

Chen Zhiyu's eyes flickered a little, "No, it's the same ointment I used to rub my back last time."

The plaster on Chen Zhiyu's leg has been removed, the gauze has also been taken off, and there are still some bruises on his slender calf.

Xia Qingshu applied the ointment on his hands and rubbed it on after it dissolved.

The moment the soft, boneless little hand touched him, Chen Zhiyu felt his legs go numb, as if he had been electrocuted, as if the skin on his legs was not his own.

In order not to lose his composure, Chen Zhiyu dared not be distracted. His whole body was tense, his toes were clenched, and his teeth were clenched.

When Xia Qingshu applied medicine on my calves, it felt like I was being tortured. It was electric shock. My calves seemed to be connected to a main switch, and a tingling sensation spread from my calves to my entire body.

Xia Qingshu lowered his head, half-knelt, and rubbed the bruises carefully.

When Chen Zhiyu lowered his head, he saw two whorls on his hairy head.

I heard that the two Xuan'er people have very stubborn tempers.

This child looks soft-tempered, but is very difficult to coax when he gets stubborn. ? ? When this thought suddenly came to his mind, Chen Zhiyu was shocked.

Why does he want to coax?

It’s obviously Xia Qingshu who likes him? !

He would never take the initiative to coax him!

After finally applying the medicine, Chen Zhiyu could finally relax. He deliberately found some topics to tease Xia Qingshu into talking.

After Xia Qingshu said a few more words and looked less angry, he coaxed her and asked, "Qingshu, where did you go this afternoon?"

Xia Qingshu's hands were sticky, so he pulled out a wet tissue to wipe them. After wiping them, his hands still smelled of ointment. He was considering whether to go to the bathroom to wash his hands, and casually replied, "I didn't go anywhere."

Chen Zhiyu frowned. He clearly went to the art exhibition, but he refused to admit it. He spoke in a louder voice unconsciously, "Let me ask you again, where did you go this afternoon?"

After saying this, he didn't even think about what position he was standing on in asking this question.

He pushed the wheelchair and moved in front of Xia Qingshu.

His original personality was cold and gloomy, and his sullen look was somewhat creepy.

The wheelchair moved to Xia Qingshu's feet and didn't stop, hitting his knees directly, knocking him to sit on the sofa.

Xia Qingshu was stunned by him and the wet tissue in his hand fell. He sat on the sofa, just looking at Chen Zhiyu at eye level, "...What did you just ask that I didn't respond to?"

"Where did you go this afternoon?" This was the fourth time he repeated this question, feeling a little anxious.

Xia Qingshu sat on the sofa, raised his feet, gently pushed against the wheels, pushed the wheelchair away, and whispered, "Let's go to the art exhibition."

Chen Zhiyu snorted coldly, his tone as cold as ice, "With whom?"

He controlled the wheelchair, moved forward again, and rested his arms on the armrests of the sofa to restrain Xia Qingshu.

Xia Qingshu didn't know why he questioned her like that, with such a bad attitude and was so aggressive.

Why should he do that? !

I just helped him apply medicine.

Her eye sockets turned red, and her beautiful eyes were filled with crystal tears.

He bit his lips, trying hard not to let tears flow down, and his little face was glowing with a cold white light.

"...with a friend." Xia Qingshu opened her big watery eyes and asked in confusion, "I'm going out with my friend...why do you care?"