Why should he care when Xia Qingshu goes out with his friends?
Chen Zhiyu: “…”
Chen Zhiyu paused and looked a little ugly.
Yeah, why should he care?
Why should he care?
Because Xia Qingshu likes him? This reason does not seem to be sufficient.
"That's not because..."
Xia Qingshu tilted her head, her long eyelashes lifted, and looked over with confusion and seriousness, "Why?"
He pouted his lips stubbornly, and the flesh on his cheeks pouting unconsciously, hiding his innocence and ignorance of the world.
The extremely beautiful facial features coupled with this innocence have the ability to make people's blood boil.
Chen Zhiyu was distracted.
Xia Qingshu didn't get a response for a long time, so he playfully lifted his feet and kicked the wheel of the wheelchair. The wheelchair carrying Chen Zhiyu moved backwards and crashed into the glass curtain wall behind him with a "bang" sound.
Xia Qingshu had never intended to play a trick on the other party, but he did not expect that the other party was so stupid that he did not know how to save himself.
The wheelchair hit the curtain wall, and Chen Zhiyu finally came to his senses.
A little bit out of control.
Chen Zhiyu came back to his senses, clenched his fists and coughed twice, "...Just now I suddenly thought of a cross-border M&A project. There are too many stakeholders involved. This project has been delayed for too long. Just now I suddenly had a flash of inspiration and came up with an idea... As long as this and this can be done, then that and that can be done..."
Xia Qingshu didn't understand what he said, he just covered his mouth and laughed, "I thought you were a fool."
In the past, people always said he was stupid. Now, he finally met someone who was even stupider. Xia Qingshu immediately gave him a nickname: "Stupid Goose."
Chen Zhiyu was not too satisfied with this "nickname". He wanted to keep his face cold, but he couldn't do it. He could only anxiously ask, "What did you just say?"
Xia Qingshu said in a small and petty voice, "I'm going out to play with my friends, why do you care?"
Chen Zhiyu: “…”
The topic had clearly been avoided, so why did he want to go back to it?
To be honest, he really didn't know how to answer.
This was the first time that Chen Zhiyu was stumped by such a simple question.
He didn't quite understand why he had to care, but he just had to care!
He snorted and asked, "You don't know?!"
Xia Qingshu was confused. He asked because he didn't know.
Xia Qingshu was frightened by the other party's righteous and open attitude. He pinched his fingers, not knowing what to do.
Chen Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief and delayed a little more time.
Xia Qingshu thought about it, but couldn't figure it out, so he asked directly in a low voice, "I really don't know, Brother Zhiyu, can you explain it more simply?"
After saying that, she looked at him straight.
Chen Zhiyu: “…”
At this moment, the phone rang and Chen Zhiyu quickly picked it up.
After talking for about five minutes, Chen Zhiyu hung up the phone calmly and regained his composure. "Zhou Qian's hands were broken. The police are investigating everyone who went to the exhibition. Now you know why I asked you, right?!"
Xia Qingshu nodded in confusion.
Chen Zhiyu finally breathed a sigh of relief, his back soaked with cold sweat.
I almost lost my composure.
"What happened to Zhou Qian?" Xia Qingshu didn't understand. An hour ago, he was digging the toilet cubicle with great vigor, but suddenly his hand was broken. He deserved it.
There was a hint of gloating in his tone, and his eyes were wide open, hoping to get more details from the other party.
Chen Zhiyu sneered and pushed the wheelchair straight towards him.
"Both hands are comminuted fractures."
"So serious?"
"Yes." Chen Zhiyu came to Xia Qingshu and put his wheelchair against his knees again. "Who were you with in the gallery this afternoon?"
Now that he suddenly had a legitimate reason to ask, Chen Zhiyu's voice was cold and his expression was stern, and he returned to being the domineering president who was in charge of everything.
"He, Wen Sheng."
The wheelchair was pressing against his knees, which was very uncomfortable. Xia Qingshu moved back a little, and just as he made some space, the wheelchair was pressed against him again.
Chen Zhiyu's arms also moved forward along with the wheelchair.
He spread his arms and leaned on the armrest of the sofa. He leaned forward and stared at Xia Qingshu's face like a criminal investigator. His thin lips parted, "Are you Mr. He Wen, the great actor?"
There was a sour taste in his words that he himself was not aware of.
Xia Qingshu nodded obediently, "Yeah."
Chen Zhiyu's mouth curled up, without a trace of smile on his face, and asked again in a cold voice, "What are you doing with him?"
"To see an art exhibition." Xia Qingshu lifted her long crow-feather eyelashes, a little confused. He has answered this question several times, why are you asking again?
Ling Li's eyebrows raised, and Chen Zhiyu continued to ask, "What did you do at the exhibition?"
"Look at the pictures."
The cold expression on Chen Zhiyu's face softened a little, "Just looking at the paintings?!"
"Uh-huh."
Xia Qingshu pursed her lips and nodded.
The dimple at the corner of her mouth reappeared, a small one, like a black sesame seed on the edge of her mouth.
I wanted to lick it off for him.
"Wen Sheng, did you..." His Adam's apple slid up and down for a moment, and Chen Zhiyu approached again, "...did you say anything strange?"
Xia Qingshu's face turned red instantly, without any warning.
Her face was flushed, and her eyes were also tinged with a hint of red.
She seemed shy and timid, as if a secret had been revealed...
Chen Zhiyu felt a surge of anger in his heart.
He said sternly, "I'm asking you, tell me now!"
She said she liked him and loved him deeply, and flirted with him in all kinds of ways, but now she turned around and went to an art exhibition with other men.
I don’t know what obscene words were said during that time!
You blush when asked two questions!
Xia Qingshu blushed not because of shame, nor because of Chen Zhiyu's ambiguous behavior of getting so close to her, but simply because of pain.
The frame of the wheelchair pressed against his calves and knees, making it impossible for him to move.
His calves were numb and painful, and Chen Zhiyu was still mean to him.
His eyes turned red and steam rose up, blurring his vision.
"Why are you crying? Did you do something bad?" Chen Zhiyu leaned forward, hooked his chin, and spoke sarcastically.
He will not be soft-hearted anymore. He should be cruel to this disobedient bad boy.
Xia Qingshu turned his head away and propped up his hands on the wheelchair, "You, you pressed on me... It hurts."
"You go away..."
He leaned back, his hands behind him, his lips slightly parted.
Perhaps the pain was unbearable, his body and lips were trembling.
His nostrils trembled slightly and he was breathing heavily.
As if he was enduring something.
Chen Zhiyu: “…”
And she put on this defenseless and suggestive posture in front of him.
Chen Zhiyu's defense was completely broken.
He drove the wheelchair back quickly, the frosty expression on his face instantly melted away, and he asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Does it still hurt? I didn't mean it."
How come he didn't notice? How come he got crushed? !
It must be very painful for such a weak kid to be pressed against such a cold and hard wheelchair.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?"
After the wheelchair left, Xia Qingshu's calf felt much better. He said angrily, "How did I know you would be so fierce?"
It's really confusing.
He didn't even have his meal, he left his friends behind and rushed over here, but he was yelled at as soon as he arrived and now he is being pressed down by a wheelchair.
He felt so wronged.
"Batta"——
A teardrop hit the ground.
Although there was no sound, Chen Zhiyu seemed to hear the sound of tears falling to the ground. He could also see the transparent round teardrop falling to the ground and breaking into pieces.
Chen Zhiyu stood up from the wheelchair, walked to him in two quick steps, and knelt on one knee in front of him, "What's wrong? Let me see."
Chen Zhiyu's leg injury has almost healed and he can walk upright a long time ago. Secretary Li’s bad idea to put the president in a wheelchair was to say that the disabled president looking beautiful, strong and miserable could increase the urgency.
God damn urgency, it almost crushed me! Secretary Li came up with this crazy idea. I don’t want the year-end bonus anymore!
Xia Qingshu did not dwell on the trivial matter of the other party suddenly being able to walk upright. He pointed at his knee and said in a low voice, "It hurts. You've stepped on me twice."
Xia Qingshu sniffed, bent over, and slowly rolled up his trouser legs. His fingers, as white as scallions, pinched the edge of his pants, and his movements were surprisingly slow.
He rolled up his trouser legs and gasped in pain.
Chen Zhiyu felt a little flustered. In fact, he was a little confused about what he had just done. He was a little confused and worried that he might hurt the other party seriously because of his emotional excitement.
After finally rolling up his trouser legs above his knees, Chen Zhiyu took a closer look and found that it was not very serious.
It's not time to apply medicine.
But the knees and calves are indeed red.
There are marks of wheelchair wheels on the calves.
A red vertical line, like one drawn with watercolor, makes the skin look whiter.
His calves are very thin, his calves are soft, and his whole legs are thin and straight.
Chen Zhiyu squatted down. He felt that he shouldn't do this, but he still held his ankles and took off his shoes and socks together.
"What are you doing?" Xia Qingshu pulled his legs back, but he was a step too slow and his ankle was held tightly by the other party.
Chen Zhiyu said seriously, "Check carefully to see if there are any other injuries and apply medicine as well."
"Oh oh." Xia Qingshu frowned, "What medicine should I apply?"
"Just use the ointment I just used." Chen Zhiyu didn't need to stand up. He stretched out his long arm and took the ointment on the table. His other hand was not free either, and he held the other person's foot tightly.
Xia Qingshu has no flesh on his body, but has a lot of flesh on the back of his feet.
Like a white steamed bun, it is puffy, and the small fingers are neatly arranged on the top of the bun, making people want to take a bite.
Chen Zhiyu thought that the skin on his face was already very white, but unexpectedly, the skin on his feet was even whiter.
Many boys have sweaty feet, but his feet are cool and smooth to the touch.
Apart from the milky scent, there is no extra smell.
There was no peeling skin on the feet, and even the heels were surprisingly tender, like the feet of a baby who had never walked on the ground.
Being pinched, Xia Qingshu felt a little uncomfortable, shook his legs, and whispered to the other party, "Brother Zhiyu, I can do it myself."
Having helped Chen Zhiyu wipe it twice, he can do it himself.
Chen Zhiyu glanced at him, tightened his grip on his wrist, and made a judgment, "It's not convenient for you."
After saying that, he squeezed out the ointment and applied it on his shin bone.
The ointment is milky white and in strip form, a bit like toothpaste, and feels a little cool when squeezed onto the legs. Use the warmth of your palms to dissolve the ointment, then rub the ointment all over the areas with red marks.
The red marks on Xia Qingshu's legs could not be called "injuries" at all, let alone the point where medication was needed.
But Chen Zhiyu not only rubbed his legs with ointment, he also used a lot of ointment.
After applying the slightly cool ointment, the red marks did not disappear. Instead, the entire calf and the knee turned red.
For a moment, Chen Zhiyu's breathing became disordered.
After applying the ointment, a line of fine beads of sweat appeared on his head.
"Why are you... so pampered?" Chen Zhiyu stood up, said something incomprehensible, turned around and walked out quickly.
Xia Qingshu was a little confused. He glanced at his greasy legs and thought, how badly was his injury? Did he need to apply so much medicine?
In the CEO's lounge, Chen Zhiyu took out his phone and said, "Secretary Li, bring me a pair of pants."
~
After Chen Zhiyu left, Xia Qingshu sat on the sofa and put on his socks. Suddenly he thought, how could Brother Zhiyu leave? Is his leg injury healed?
When Secretary Li walked into the president's office holding the pants, this is the scene he saw - Xia Qingshu was lifting up her legs, her pants were rolled up to her knees, her calves were flushed and shiny, and no one knew what she had applied.
Secretary Li:? !
What on earth did the boss do that he needed to change his pants? !
It's still broad daylight, and there are so many colleagues working outside? !
Damn it, he really wanted to know!
Secretary Li quickly looked away and walked towards the lounge behind the president's office without looking around.
I walked to the door and knocked gently, "Boss?"
"Come in."
The pants he took off were placed aside, and it was impossible to tell what he had suffered.
Chen Zhiyu wrapped a bath towel around his waist and reached out to him.
The whole lounge was filled with the scent of heather.
Secretary Li handed the pants over respectfully. When he was about to hand it to Chen Zhiyu, he suddenly felt a sense of excitement in his heart. The first time I met my roommate in the play. He pulled his hand back and asked in a nasty way, "Boss, is the water spilled?"
"Why are you so careless?"
"Classmate Xia is still outside!"
Chen Zhiyu had a cold expression on his face. He forcefully snatched the pants away and said coldly, "Secretary Li, don't you have too many tasks to do today?"
Secretary Li felt a chill in his heart, thinking to himself, how could he have gone mad to dare to transfer the position. Theater boss.
It's all the boss's fault for acting so righteous all day long. Suddenly I caught him doing something like this in broad daylight. It's worth it even if he has his performance deducted for half a year.
Secretary Li retreated respectfully.
Xia Qingshu had already put on his shoes and socks and was sitting obediently on the sofa looking at his phone.
Chen Zhiyu came out after changing his pants. Xia Qingshu put down his phone and asked in a low voice, "Brother Zhiyu, is your leg okay?"
Chen Zhiyu looked a little flustered, "You applied the medicine well...so it healed quickly."
"Oh." Xia Qingshu thought to himself, he is so awesome.
As a result of this delay, most of the time has passed, and Chen Zhiyu still doesn't know what Xia Qingshu and Wen Sheng did at the art exhibition all afternoon?
In what capacity did the two people go to the art exhibition?
Did Xia Qingshu go to the art exhibition with Wen Sheng just to meet him by chance?
Chen Zhiyu glanced at Xia Qingshu, feeling a little annoyed. He didn't ask anything and even got his pants wet.
Just when he was feeling a little embarrassed, the police called and asked Xia Qingshu to give a statement.
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Zhou Qian was seriously injured and he didn't know who the murderer was. There were few people at the exhibition at the time. He was attacked from behind, put in a sack, and dragged to the bathroom, where his hands were smashed to pieces with a hammer.
Throughout the afternoon, the only two people who had conflicts with him were Xia Qingshu and Wen Sheng.
The situation on Xia Qingshu's side was very simple. He knew very well what bad things he had done, and the reason why he was beaten was also clear.
But Xia Qingshu's physique made it difficult for him to even lift a watermelon, and he didn't look like he could use force freely.
Next is Wen Sheng.
In the bathroom of the art exhibition, he accidentally got some water stains on Wen Sheng while washing his hands, and Wen Sheng beat him without saying a word.
He fought back at the time and didn't suffer too much. And there was someone nearby who quickly pulled them apart.
Not long after, Wen Sheng and Xia Qingshu left together.
The surveillance of the exhibition was destroyed, and the police collected fingerprints from the scene, but have not found much so far.
Xia Qingshu and Wen Sheng are the biggest suspects.
Wen Sheng's agent was standing anxiously outside the police station. Wu Qianxi, the owner of the exhibition, was also present. It was unknown who leaked the news, and many fans and reporters gathered outside the police station.
"Where did you go after leaving the exhibition?" the police asked.
Xia Qingshu thought for a moment and said, "I'm in the Chen Group, in the president's office."
The police officer turned to look at Chen Zhiyu, who nodded, "Yes."
The police officer said seriously, "Mr. Chen, perjury is illegal." According to the procedure, Xia Qingshu should be tried alone, but Chen Zhiyu brought a lawyer and kept a close eye on Xia Qingshu. He also said that Xia Qingshu was still a student and young, so he had to accompany him as a guardian. Finally, Chen Zhiyu was allowed to stay.
I'm afraid he'll lie to help someone get away with something.
"I know." Chen Zhiyu wanted to say that there was a surveillance camera in the president's office that could be accessed at any time, but when he thought about what he had done in the office that afternoon, he hesitated and changed his words, "So many employees of Chen Group saw him coming, you can ask whatever you want."
The police officer asked again, "After leaving the exhibition, did you go to Chen's Group immediately? Did you stop in between?"
Xia Qingshu only then learned that Wen Sheng had a conflict with Zhou Qian at the art exhibition. According to Wen Sheng's agent, Wen Sheng saw Zhou Qian's verbal humiliation of him, which was why Wen Sheng took action.
He suddenly remembered that when he was in the car, he found that Wen Sheng's hand was broken.
It turned out that the quarrel at the art exhibition was caused by Wen Sheng fighting with Zhou Qian in order to help him.
Such a gentle person actually fought for him.
Xia Qingshu lowered his head, his ears reddened, and answered in a low voice, "I didn't go right away, I stayed for a while."
"Brother Sheng and I talked for a while in the car."
"We talked for about an hour. He invited me to dinner and I agreed. We discussed where to eat. Later, I received a call from Zhiyu and asked him to give me a ride..."
Chen Zhiyu's fist gradually clenched...
"About four o'clock. We'll say goodbye at four o'clock."
"No, thank you, officer. Brother Sheng is a very good person and would never do anything illegal."
Listening to Xia Qingshu's confession, Chen Zhiyu's face became darker and darker.
It would be fine if it was just such an ambiguous name, but I clearly arrived at his office at 3:10, but now he says it was 4 o'clock.
The two of them also discussed going out for dinner together? !
She looked so weak, yet she dared to lie in front of the police.
Xia Qingshu, I really underestimated you.
Zhou Qian was beaten around 3:50, and Xia Qingshu's confession temporarily provided Wen Sheng with an alibi.
Xia Qingshu was worried that Wen Sheng was detained and was very anxious, and did not notice Chen Zhiyu's cold face at all.
Chen Zhiyu often has a cold and gloomy face, and even if he notices it, he doesn't know what to do.
Seeing Wen Sheng coming out of the interrogation room, Xia Qingshu stared like a deer and slipped past Chen Zhiyu, "Brother Sheng, are you okay?"
Wen Sheng smiled gently, not showing any sign of fatigue from the interrogation, and was still graceful, "No problem, Qingshu, I should be thanking you."
Xia Qingshu glanced at the police officer and whispered, "I'm just telling the truth."
Chen Zhiyu forced himself in between the two of them, and said in a somewhat stiff tone, "Let's go now, as agreed."
Wen Sheng then noticed Chen Zhiyu. He and Chen Zhiyu didn't have much interaction, but they were acquaintances, having grown up together. Wen Sheng was two years older than Chen Zhiyu. Normally, Chen Zhiyu should call him brother, but Chen Zhiyu was precocious and never did.
"Zhiyu, why are you here too?"
Chen Zhiyu glanced at Wen Sheng and did not answer. Instead, he turned to look at Xia Qingshu, "Are you not leaving yet?"
He was so obviously angry, and logically, Xia Qingshu should have left with him immediately.
Unexpectedly, Xia Qingshu raised his head and whispered to him, "Brother Zhiyu, I have something to say to Brother Sheng, can you... step aside for a moment?"
Chen Zhiyu snorted coldly, "What can't I listen to?"
His tone was not loud, but his sarcasm was very sharp. Just a few simple words were full of sour tension.
Wen Sheng smiled gently and didn't feel offended.
Xia Qingshu was even more stunned. He was so focused on talking to Wen Sheng that he completely ignored Chen Zhiyu's abnormality.
He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then told the other person seriously, "You can't listen."
Chen Zhiyu's face was dark and blue as he watched Xia Qingshu and Wen Sheng leave.
Xia Qingshu was also doing this for Chen Zhiyu's own good. He had just lied to the police. He had heard that failing to report something knowing the truth was also illegal, so the less Brother Zhiyu knew, the better.
There are many residential buildings next to the police station. Xia Qingshu took Wen Sheng to the corner of a small building and briefly stated his confession.
He could never have imagined that one day he would collude with others to give false testimony.
He firmly believed that Brother Sheng would never harm Zhou Qian. A man like Zhou Qian had offended so many people, he was lucky not to be beaten to death. Brother Sheng is so gentle and kind, how could he hurt him? For a big star like Brother Sheng, being detained by the police will definitely become a hot topic. Regardless of whether he is fine in the end, it will become a handle for black fans to attack him.
He lied in order to get Brother Sheng out as soon as possible.
Wen Sheng smiled and thanked him. After saying that, when Xia Qingshu was about to leave, Wen Sheng suddenly asked, "Who is Chen Zhiyu to you?"
Xia Qingshu said subconsciously, "It's my brother."
Wen Sheng asked again: "What type of brother?"
Xia Qingshu tilted his head and thought for a moment, "A very good one."
Wen Sheng's face became more serious, "Are you...dating?"
Xia Qingshu hurriedly shook his head, "No, we are not that kind of relationship, he doesn't like me."
Wen Sheng was pleased by his eagerness to explain and asked with a smile, "What about you? Do you like him?"
Xia Qingshu whispered, "I don't like him either. He saved me and he's a good man."
Wen Sheng smiled and said, "I know."
"Goodbye, Sheng. I'm leaving now."
"Go ahead. I'll wait for the agent."
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Chen Zhiyu was very angry. Xia Qingshu actually pulled Wen Sheng aside to talk to him in private.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and his legs unconsciously moved in the direction the two had left.
Xia Qingshu and Wen Sheng were staying at the end of a small building. There was no road behind them. Chen Zhiyu walked around for a long time before he got to the back of the end, where he was separated from the two by a wall.
He squatted down. Bend over and put your ear to the wall.
Xia Qingshu's voice was very soft and he couldn't hear clearly, but he only heard a few words of Wen Sheng's words.
He roughly understood what Wen Sheng was thinking since he could ask such a question.
However, Xia Qingshu loves him, and Wen Sheng's love is destined to be unrequited.
Chen Zhiyu squatted in the corner and couldn't help shaking his head.
Tsk, defeated general.
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