Chapter 77 Chapter 77 Breakup
The lights-out bell in the neighboring town rang three times, and the last bit of human activity visible on the balcony fell silent.
Phone vibrates——
ATD: [I'm here.]
【Good evening. 】
Qiao Zhuoyi didn't reply and called up Su Qi's chat box again. After hesitating for a while, he turned off the screen again. This guy and that bastard are in cahoots. There's no telling what story they can make up this time.
A warm breeze blew against his calves, and he lowered his eyes to look at it: "Go back to sleep."
Blanket stopped wagging his tail and only listened to the last two words.
"Tsk, who did you learn that from?" Qiao Zhuo let out a breath.
When he is proactive, he is more attentive than anyone else. But when he is unwilling to speak, he is like a turtle that will not let go even if it bites the blade.
The sparks of anger spread again.
Qiao Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly and glared at the blanket. "I really didn't stop you even though I told you not to. I've never seen you so obedient before!"
Blanket whimpered, slapped the ground with its tail, and kept nudging its head against his legs.
"What a shame!" Qiao Zhuoyi grabbed the back of its neck several times.
"hiss--"
The man lying on the tattoo bed grunted through gritted teeth.
Si Mo and Xiao Luo looked over together and found that the young man was crying and his eyeliner was smudged.
Qiao Zhuoyi put on his headphones and didn't even raise his eyelids.
From a few meters away, Ronaldinho jumped up and waved his hands, silently shouting, "Want a break?"
The young man waved his hands in despair, pointed a finger at Qiao Zhuoyi, swallowed hard, and mouthed, "Forget it... forget it."
Qiao Zhuoyi's expression was horrible. Not to mention the pain, he wouldn't even say a word even if his bladder burst.
Xiao Luo clasped his hands together and nodded silently - wishing him good luck.
Si Mo withdrew his gaze and drew a cloud and a few drops of water on the calendar.
"What does this mean?" Xiao Luo leaned over and asked.
"It's been raining for a long time." Si Mo said, "Boss Qiao's mood."
"Then this..." Xiao Luo pointed his finger at a flash of lightning three days ago. He remembered that he was scolded for sneezing that day. He rubbed his arms, took a pen and drew a firecracker next to it.
"Firecrackers?" Zhou Jue asked. "How about fairy wands? I still have a few of the ones Brother Tan gave me."
"...That thing doesn't even make any sound." Xiao Fan said with disgust.
"No, you want firecrackers instead of going to the firecracker shop and coming to us? What are you thinking?" Xiao Lu walked behind him and put his hand on his shoulder.
"Don't even mention it," Xiao Fan said, beating his chest and stamping his feet. "My Uncle Quan trusted me so much that he gave me this job, so I had to take it very seriously! I ordered it at the firecracker shop before the New Year, but then the owner suddenly told me it got damp and was gone. I asked A Feng about it, and he found out that he just thought I ordered it too early and the price was too low, so he sold it to a hotel for a banquet right around New Year's."
"He's so wicked. Let's go talk to him!" Xiaolu said.
"I already said it," Xiao Fan rubbed his ears, "He offered to pay me three times as much, what else can I say..."
"Damn!" Xiao Luo slammed the table, "How much will he make if he sells it to others?"
"Why are you still here?" Zhou Jue glanced over, "Our Si Mo hasn't come down yet."
"Simo has clients." Xiao Luo sighed.
"She has clients, why are you sighing?" Xiao Lu deliberately said, "Are you jealous?"
"Don't dig a hole!" Xiao Luo sighed again, "Brother Zhuo has been so angry these past two days that I didn't even dare to breathe out. I came here to catch my breath."
"Ah—Brother Tan, the same thing." Xiao Lu said in a low voice, "I don't know if it's because I'm not working hard enough."
"...That's enough," Zhou Jue said helplessly, "TD wants to give you the Best Employee Award, and it has to be you."
"There are only two of you employees in TD," Xiao Fan said.
"You are the only one who can count!" Xiao Lu kicked him.
"No, does Boss Tan have a temper?" Xiao Luo asked seriously.
Zhou Jue also sighed: "He just doesn't express it, he keeps it all in. I think he has lost a lot of weight."
"The sighs from your building can support everyone in the old street." Xiao Fan couldn't help laughing.
Several people ignored him, each worried about their own boss. He raised his hand awkwardly: "Could it be that—they...are arguing again?"
"Where did this come from?!" Several people glared at him.
After a few seconds of silence, Xiao Luo said, "But... Brother Zhuo hasn't touched a single thing from TD these past two days."
"I think all the things we took down are empty..." Before Zhou Jue finished speaking, Si Mo pushed the door open and came in, "Zhou Jue, I want to eat tiramisu."
Zhou Jue hurriedly gave it to her: "Are you taking a break?"
"Hmm." Sima leaned on the bar, without taking a spoon, he opened his mouth wide and took a bite of the cake.
"I've been eating all the afternoon tea lately," Xiao Luo chuckled, "It can't be wasted."
"Well done." Zhou Jue gave a thumbs up.
Si Mo looked at her and gave her a thumbs up.
Zhou Jue was a little surprised, narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows - you know?
Smoe blinked twice slowly—I know.
"What are you two doing?" Xiao Luo asked unhappily, his head spinning. "Exchanging information? What do you know that we don't?"
"Yes, you want to listen?"
The three men nodded vigorously. Zhou Jue hooked his finger, and the three men came over, their faces full of anticipation.
"That's it—" Zhou Jue dragged out the last syllable, but suddenly stood up, "Figure it out for yourselves!"
"Damn it! Zhou Jue, you have no martial ethics!"
Zhou Jue pretended to have a fan in his hand, fanned himself, and said with a smile: "I am a civil servant, I don't need martial virtues."
"Tsk—" Xiao Fan straightened up, "Boring, I'd better hurry up and find some firecrackers."
"Firecrackers?" Tan Du just happened to be coming back from the house across the street. The two elders had returned from their son's visit, bringing him some local specialties and asking him to get them. He raised his eyelids and asked, "Do you need any for Brother Fan's full moon banquet?"
"Eh? You know about Boss Tan too?" Xiao Fan stopped and his eyes lingered on his face. He thought to himself that Boss Tan did not look well, with such heavy dark circles under his eyes.
"I know." Tan Du nodded. "I'll send you the phone number of the firecracker shop owner in the nearby city. He has some in stock."
"Oh my god! Boss Tan, you're so awesome... Hey? Brother Zhuo!" Xiao Fan rolled his eyes and looked at Qiao Zhuoyi who was coming down the stairs, "Remember to come to my Uncle Quan's full moon party!"
Qiao Zhuo nodded, increased the strength of his feet, walked straight down, and stopped in front of Tan Du.
Tan Du smiled at him and said, "Boss Qiao, you're taking a break now? Take care of yourself."
Qiao Zhuo raised his eyes to look at him, but Tan Du avoided his gaze.
Qiao Zhuo snorted, walked over expressionlessly, and bumped into him hard.
Xiao Fan hurriedly reached out to help, but Tan Du calmly stepped aside and avoided his hand.
The bizarre atmosphere between the two bosses was publicized to be terrifying. Half of the think tank bet on "fighting" and half bet on "reconciliation", and neither side won.
Neither of the two bosses came to the store.
When Qiao Zhuoyi went to Xiang Yuan's studio, he saw a client who had watched the show. He was a die-hard fan of his and was crying to Xiang Yuan because he couldn't get a seat.
Xiang Yuan knew that Qiao Zhuoyi had been working himself to death recently and had no time to deal with anything else, but he couldn't stand this guy's energy, so he pretended to try to call Qiao Zhuoyi.
He originally thought that if Qiao Zhuoyi refused firmly, the customer would give up, but he didn't expect that the man actually agreed.
"It's boring anyway." said Master Qiao.
"Bored?" Xiang Yuan saw him rubbing his wrist with a frown on his face. "Are you still bored? I heard you squeezed out some time to add a few orders? Don't you want your hands anymore?"
Qiao Zhuoyi didn't say anything. Thinking that recently the man only gave hypocritical reminders on WeChat to take care of his hands, but never returned to the villa, his expression became even uglier.
"Hey—" Xiang Yuan asked curiously, "Is this—a quarrel?"
"Bullshit," Qiao Zhuo gritted his teeth, "You're just a quiet person."
Originally, he would send three messages every day, "Good morning, good afternoon, good night", which was more punctual than his meals. However, Boss Qiao did not care about his morning and evening visits and did not reply to any of them.
As a result, there was no news at all today. I heard from Zhou Jue that this person did not go to the store today.
It was just a bump into him, how could such a tall guy be hurt?
Xiang Yuan kicked his shoes and said calmly, "I'm an experienced person. If you meet someone who is not very talkative, you have to pry him out!"
How to pry?
As soon as Qiao Zhuo looked at him, Xiang Yuan put his fingers on his lips and smiled meaningfully, then put his hands on his waist the next second.
“…”Qiao Zhuo clapped his hands on the armrests and stood up to leave.
"Come on! I support you, buddy!" Xiang Yuan shouted behind him.
The store employee asked with a smile, "Brother Yuan, are you and your boyfriend getting along well lately?"
Xiang Yuan glared at him: "Ex! Ex-boyfriend!"
Another person interrupted: "Then you can give Boss Qiao some advice!"
Xiang Yuan said in an unfathomable way: "He's such a stubborn ass, do you really think he can listen to me?"
That's definitely not possible.
The reason Qiao Zhuo came to his place was because his tattoo shop was close to Tan Du's house, and it took less than ten minutes to drive there.
He sat in the driver's seat for a while, during which time he saw two people carrying a sofa into the elevator. He glanced at the brand and the screen and guessed that it was Tan Du who bought it.
After the delivery truck drove away, he crunched the lollipop into pieces, threw the stick into the trash can, and went up angrily.
Boom boom boom——
After knocking for a while without any response, Qiao Zhuo lowered his head and entered the password.
"Wrong password."
The mechanical girl gave a cold prompt tone.
Qiao Zhuo was stunned for a few seconds and re-entered the message.
"Wrong password."
He took a deep breath, his fingers trembling slightly as he slowly typed in the numbers one by one—0, 9, …
Pause in the air for a second and press the # key hard.
"Wrong password."
Qiao Zhuoyi clenched his hands at his sides into fists and slammed them against the door: "Tan Du, fuck your uncle!"
His eyes were bloodshot, and he took out his cell phone to call someone. The person on the other end picked up quickly, but didn't give him a chance to speak. He quickly said, "Zhuo, I'll get back to you later," and hung up.
Qiao Zhuo called again and again, but all he got was the same mechanical female voice reminding him:
"Sorry, no one is answering the call you dialed..."
It was like a basin of cold water was poured down, soaking people from head to toe.
He pressed his back teeth and typed in the top chat interface: [Half an hour]
He didn't take the elevator, but walked down the stairs step by step.
In the empty stairwell, it felt like the sound of a wooden fish being struck under his feet. Qiao Zhuoyi gradually went from being irritable and anxious to feeling disheartened.
Back in the driver's seat, he stared at his phone. It was pitch black outside, and he grasped at the little light, sitting until his back was stiff.
When half an hour was up, he closed his eyes, pressed the word "break up" with trembling hands and sent it.
Then all contact information of Tan Du was blacklisted.
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