Chapter 22: My Face
Zhu Wendong was too lazy to reply, and he leaned on his elbows and stared into the distance in a daze.
The film set where Qiao Shizhu was located was in the wilderness of the mountains. At a glance, the sky was filled with yellow earth, gray mud, and dirty dust. There were also flying catkins in the air that had just been blown up by the spy war crew.
Qiao Shizhu said thoughtfully, "Wen Dong, I noticed that you seem to be in a daze and distracted a lot after returning to China."
Zhu Wendong's lips curled up slightly, and a subtle emotion flashed across his eyes: "I'm planning to start a new story recently, and I'm thinking about the plot."
Qiao Shizhu didn't notice anything else, and believed it to be true. She fiddled with herself and asked, "Does the heroine's career this time have any plans to rely on a big star like me?"
Zhu Wendong chuckled and said, "I'll think about it."
Before Qiao Shizhu could answer, the phone in her pocket suddenly started buzzing.
Zhu Wendong glanced at the caller ID. Although there was no note, it was a number he had already memorized.
Qiao Shizhu glanced at her and saw that she didn't answer, so she asked, "Is it a harassing call?"
Zhu Wendong shook his head and gestured to her that he was going to answer a phone call. He only answered the phone after she walked away.
No one spoke.
There was a long silence.
Too quiet.
Zhu Wendong looked at the ticking seconds and almost thought he had just hung up the phone.
When the seconds reached twenty, Zhu Wendong asked tentatively, "Did I dial the wrong number?"
The voice on the other end was a little hoarse, "I thought I called a mute."
The phone was pressed against my ear, and the sound was transmitted to my ear seamlessly.
Zhu Wendong uncontrollably took the money further away and said leisurely, "If you're not busy, just collect the money on WeChat."
"The money is wrong."
"What's wrong?" Zhu Wendong frowned.
"The number is wrong."
"You named the price yourself at the auction that day."
At this time, Qi Yanxue was standing on the balcony on the other end of the phone. Behind him, there was a noisy party in the box separated by a transparent door. His hair was slightly blown by the wind, and the corners of his lips were curled up.
"Suits have their own price, and yours is another price."
Zhu Wendong heard that there was some noise coming from his end, and was about to ask what the difference was when he realized that he was talking about that message.
The words rolled around in his mouth before he said, "I made a typo."
Qi Yanxue said nonchalantly, "If you want to sleep, I'll just say so. Using such a lame excuse is too fake."
"I..." Zhu Wendong was about to say something when he was interrupted by him again.
"Okay, I know you covet my face and my body," Qi Yanxue rubbed the scar between his right index and middle fingers and said bluntly, "But I'm not that kind of person. I slept with you for free before, and now even if you have money, it's useless to me."
“…”
This has nothing to do with what I'm saying.
Zhu Wendong couldn't help but speak again: "I don't..."
Interrupted again.
"Zhu Wendong, look at the time now, don't forget your business."
What's up?
Oh, walking the dog.
Zhu Wendong took out his phone and took a look. It was four o'clock in the afternoon. It seemed that Qi Yanxue usually walked the dog at night.
"Are you home tonight?"
Qi Yanxue raised an eyebrow: "Not here."
"Then who will open the door for me?" Zhu Wendong was puzzled.
"You call it at the door and it will open."
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When Zhu Wendong rushed back to Biesong from the crew and stood in front of Qi Yanxue's house, he still had an expression of disbelief.
Is Qi Yanxue's dog so smart?
No way, is this true?
Isn't it a bit ridiculous to call your dog's name at the door?
Zhu Wendong stood there like a tree rooted in the soil, motionless, and there was no movement for a long time.
Finally, she reached out and knocked on the door tentatively. After a long time, all she heard in response was two dog barks.
Zhu Wendong bent down and called softly through the crack in the door: "Winter Melon."
An indescribable scene occurred.
The door was opened a tiny crack, and then a white ball pushed the door open.
This touched Zhu Wendong, who had always wanted to have a dog.
Zhu Wendong rubbed Donggua's dog's head, stood up and went to get the leash that was placed at the entrance, and glanced at the living room.
The decoration of Qi Yanxue's house is very simple, with all white and gray tones. Many of the furniture are custom-made high-end brands, giving people a high-end and clean feeling.
Zhu Wendong withdrew his gaze and walked out the door with the dog.
Walking the dog was not as easy as she had imagined. She had been a person who had been lacking exercise for many years, and she was sweating from walking and pulling the dog.
But compared to the necklace, Zhu Wendong gritted his teeth and treated it as a physical exercise.
Halfway through my walk, my phone vibrated and I received a message from Qi Yanxue.
Xue: [Are you taking a walk? Are you slacking off?]
Zhu Wendong wiped the sweat from his forehead, opened the WeChat camera, squatted down, took a photo of Donggua's face and sent it over.
Afraid that Qi Yanxue might have something else to read, he simply squatted down and waited for a while for information.
After a moment, the other party replied: [It is losing weight, remember to take more walks]
Zhu Wendong rubbed Donggua's fluffy head and took a breath. "Since Qi Yanxue said you want to lose weight, I'll take you for a few more walks."
Zhu Wendong turned off her phone, slowly stood up, and when she was walking back after a few laps, she overlooked a problem.
The dog can open the door to get out, but how does it open the door to get home?
Zhu Wendong didn't know the password to Qi Yanxue's door, so he could only take the dog back to his own home temporarily.
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Royal Capital high-end entertainment club.
Inside the VIP room, there was a lot of noise and the sound of wine bottles colliding could be heard one after another. Groups of people gathered together, talking and laughing loudly.
A man was lying on the sofa in a dark corner, with two buttons of his white shirt undone, his sleeves half-rolled up to reveal half of his strong forearms, and his slender jade-like hands holding a mobile phone.
His fingers kept zooming in and out, as if he was looking at a photo of a crime scene, not missing any details.
Lu Guanqi approached from a distance, pointed his index finger at him, and said with a gnashing expression: "I was wondering where you'd been, you were hiding from the alcohol here."
Seeing that Qi Yanxue didn't say anything and stared at the phone intently, Lu Guanqi held his breath and quickly moved towards the phone from the side.
On the phone screen was a picture of a Samoyed with its tongue hanging out and grinning, its smile as warm as the spring sun.
"I haven't seen my son for a long time. Let me take a closer look." Lu Guanqi reached out to grab the phone.
Qi Yanxue immediately pulled away and asked calmly, "When did he become your son?"
Lu Guanqi missed his move, and after stabilizing himself in front of him, he looked down at him: "I've had it longer than you, and you took it away from the old house a while ago. When are you going to return it?"
"I've been separated from my son for so long, he will miss me!"
Qi Yanxue's temples throbbed as he kept calling her his son. "It won't come back."
Lu Guanqi was so angry that he almost jumped up and tried to negotiate with him, "Qi Yanxue, how about you raise him on the 1st, 3rd, and 5th, and I'll raise him on the 2nd, 4th, and 6th? It's always been like this."
Qi Yanxue rubbed the corners of his swollen eyes and said calmly, "Grandpa Lu put me in the old house because he liked me. It had nothing to do with you."
Not far away, Zhu Jianyi clenched the hem of his sweater, his mind seemed to be short-circuited and stuck, and words kept repeating in his ears.
Like men.
My son.
Zhu Jianyi turned stiffly and returned to his circle of friends who were having fun.
Someone pushed her and she came to her senses.
"Where have you been? Why do you look like you've lost your soul?"
Zhu Jianyi showed an expression that was uglier than crying, and kept roaring in his heart.
The boy I have had a crush on for many years turns out to like another man. How can I not be heartbroken?
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