Looking at the empty office, I felt suffocated.
So Wu Qiao sat on the sofa and sulked, but unfortunately he fell asleep leaning on the sofa.
When Bian Boyan and Yang Mao rushed back to Xiangheju, they happened to see this scene.
"lead?"
"Shh…go get a thin blanket."
After hearing the leader's instructions, Yang Mao nodded, then went to the compartment to get a blanket and handed it to Bian Boyan.
Bian Boyan carefully covered Wu Qiao with a blanket. He had not seen him for half a year and he had indeed lost a lot of weight.
The little face became paler and paler. It seemed that Sima Yan had no good way to deal with the aftereffects of the underground tomb.
Otherwise, it’s been more than half a month since I came back, why haven’t I gotten better yet?
Although his movements were very gentle, Wu Qiao still woke up.
I have something on my mind and can't sleep well.
Seeing that the little girl woke up, Bian Boyan moved back a little.
Wu Qiao rubbed his eyes and looked at Bian Boyan.
The two hadn't seen each other for a year.
If it wasn't for something, Wu Qiao wouldn't want to see Bian Boyan this time.
"What? Just looking at it can solve the problem?"
After a long time, Bian Boyan saw that no one spoke, so he smiled and asked back.
"No, I just feel like you've become younger since I last saw you for a year."
Hearing this, Bian Boyan shook his head helplessly, "Like a monster?"
"No, boss, I just want to ask you, what did our man do to you?"
Before Wu Qiao could finish his words, he saw the other party raise his hand and tap his forehead quite hard.
“What are you doing?”
"You are so heartless. I haven't seen you for such a long time. I went to so much trouble to find you. But when we met, you didn't even ask if I was okay. You were only thinking about your man.
And you're still here to denounce him!"
"Is this an accusation?"
Wu Qiao asked seriously.
In this case, Bian Boyan didn't know how to respond.
The answer is no, but he is indeed, the answer is yes, but it feels that his identity is not right, so it is a bit ambiguous to say so.
"Are you feeling well?"
Bian Boyan appropriately changed the subject.
Wu Qiao didn't delve into it and just nodded.
"Since you're here, have a meal with me."
Ever since Wu Qiao was arrested, Bian Boyan hasn't had a good meal for a long time and often suffers from insomnia at night. Even if he falls asleep, he is often awakened by nightmares.
Sometimes he really couldn't understand himself. How could a man in his fifties be so interested in Wu Qiao?
After having several dreams about other worlds, he finally understood why.
In that dream that seemed real but not real, Wu Qiao was in his thirties, almost forty years old, only a dozen years younger than he is now. Thinking about it, maybe this is why he mixed up his dreams and reality.
What's more, my physique is getting younger and younger. In this year, even my white hair is gone.
From the beginning, he didn't believe that the medicine could make him immortal, but now he feels that this might be the truth, so Bian Boyan always wants to leave quickly.
Recently, in order to be less conspicuous, I even made my hair whiter.
Wu Qiao didn't respond, but just reached out and grabbed Bian Boyan's sleeve, with displeasure in his eyes.
"I want to know why."
"There's no reason, I just feel like he doesn't love you enough."
After a long time, Bian Boyan got up and left, leaving only this sentence.
Who says men have no senses? It’s just that many times, their senses are restrained by reason.
Bian Boyan felt that he was the one who was restrained by rationality, so restrained that he couldn't even indulge himself.
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