"I'm sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable--"

Shen Bie hung up the phone and couldn't help but urge the driver to drive faster.

The master was swearing in Mandarin, and Shen Bie had no time to argue with him. He stared nervously at the words "Brother Sheng" on the screen of his mobile phone.

Dr. Mo is likely on the plane, but there is only one flight to China's City G in two hours... Where is he going?

Shen Bie didn't understand why Mo Sheng suddenly lost his temper, nor did he understand why he left without saying goodbye. He just wanted to catch up with him and find out what happened, so that he wouldn't feel so...

Shen Bie was stunned. When he calmed down, he realized that his heart was beating violently.

He seemed to be panicking and a little empty.

As for the reason... Shen Bie had no idea and ruffled his hair in distress.

After waiting at the airport for two hours and receiving no response, Shen Bie had no choice but to board the plane back to City G.

I called Dr. Mo again after landing, but the call still could not be connected.

"Tsk..." Shen Bie resisted the urge to throw his phone, put on sunglasses, got into the Shen family's private car, and went back to the office first.

The employees at Shen's headquarters were in a state of fear the entire afternoon. The young master had a sullen face and could have scolded someone with just one roar, but he roared for five or six minutes.

manager's office.

Shen Bie licked the cigarette butt, frowned and loosened his tie, taking a long breath.

Mo Sheng hasn't contacted him yet...

Shen Bie felt speechless. How had he offended Mo Sheng?

To put it bluntly, he was just like... a girlfriend who was inexplicably angry! Shen Bie found it unreasonable!

He was thinking this angrily in his heart, but when the phone rang and the caller ID showed "Brother Sheng", Shen Bie picked up the call immediately as his hands were faster than his brain.

"Ah, sorry." Mo Sheng said in his usual cold tone: "I was on the plane just now and didn't receive your call."

Shen Bie's lips were stiff, and he didn't say anything as if he was in a bad mood.

"Abie?" Mo Sheng called out in confusion.

Shen Bie had no choice but to speak reluctantly: "...I'm here. Brother Sheng, where did you go? Why did you just run away without saying anything? You really make me worry..."

At first she was still complaining, but later her true colors showed up and she started nagging like an old mother.

Mo Sheng: "I'm in Norway. I want to go on vacation."

Shen Bie frowned: "Vacation? But it's so noisy over there, brother."

Mo Sheng: "Still at the airport. I found a friend to pick me up, so I won't say more."

Shen Bie wished dryly: "...Oh, have fun."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Sheng put down the phone silently and stared at the screen which was gradually going out.

The noisy voices of the airport and the airport information broadcast in H country and English filled his ears. Mo Sheng sat alone in the waiting room of H country airport, feeling confused.

He felt that he was such a jerk. He could have sat beside Shen Bie peacefully and continued to maintain their friendship - still tracing his handsome features with his eyes when he was asleep, touching every inch of his skin in the name of treatment, or being the only support for Shen Bie when he was injured...

But what happened with Wen Ran just now made Mo Sheng confused. He urgently wanted to change his relationship with Shen Bie instead of pretending to be good friends.

It turns out Shen Bie also liked boys...then why not me?

Mo Sheng couldn't control his fantasy. He imagined that he and Shen Bie were in the same university. Shen Bie fell in love with him at first sight. Then he approached and flirted with him in various ways. In the end, he held his hand and kissed it, and asked him affectionately if he was willing to date him...

Daydreaming.

He closed his eyes and exhaled his anger, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and stood up to board the plane according to the ticket information.

With his mind still full of random thoughts, Mo Sheng recalled what Shen Bie had just said. Wen Ran's appearance was exactly what Shen Bie liked...

Wen Ran's character is not good, but his face is indeed amazing. His pair of bright and beautiful peach blossom eyes have attracted countless handsome men and beautiful women. He is frivolous and dissolute, but also charming, mature and unrestrained.

Mo Sheng thought about himself again. When he was in school, everyone called him a nerd. After he started working, he became dull and boring. Now, the younger generation praised him as a cool and aloof male god... In short, no matter his personality or appearance, he and Wen Ran are at two extremes.

How could Shen Bie be attracted to such a horrible person? Mo Sheng laughed at himself.

After flying back to City G, Mo Sheng decided to stay at home and avoid Shen Bie. He needed time to make a decision.

Decide whether to end this endless unrequited love.

But two days later, Shen Bie actually called and said that he had arrived in Norway and asked Mo Sheng to pick him up.

"..." Mo Sheng froze, holding the phone in his hand. An indescribable sour feeling arose in his heart, and he was at a loss for a moment.

"Hey? Brother Sheng, are you still feeling awkward? Can we meet and talk it out?"

On the other end of the phone, the sound of the suitcase being dragged was very clear.

Mo Sheng didn't say a word throughout. He finally hung up the phone in silence and sent a text message to Shen Bie, explaining the true situation.

Then I packed my bags and booked a ticket to Norway.

Before meeting Shen Bie, there was a question that kept turning over and over in Mo Sheng's mind - since he would not fall in love with me, why did he keep flirting with me?

But as soon as he saw that familiar handsome face, Mo Sheng's mind was filled with hidden joy again.

I finally made up my mind and wanted to end this fruitless secret love...but in the end I regretted it.

What a despicable person! Don't spit on yourself.

It was half painful, half sweet. Mo Sheng accompanied Shen Bie for three days with a heavy heart, but it became more and more torturous every day.

Why do you feel that Shen Bie is flirting with you in an ambiguous way? Because it is Mo Sheng himself who has ulterior motives. He is the one who uses the filter of a secret admirer to examine Shen Bie's behavior as a friend.

Secret love is too painful, Mo Sheng feels so tired that he can't breathe.

On the last night in Norway, the two stayed in a guesthouse and drank. Mo Sheng finally couldn't help himself and confessed under the influence of alcohol.

The sooner he dies, the better. Let him give up as soon as possible.

Under the glaring light, Shen Bie's face turned pale. He frowned as if he didn't hear clearly: "...Brother Sheng, what did you say?"

Mo Sheng simply leaned over and kissed his lips, feeling the softness and heat, going deeper and deeper tenderly and desperately. Shen Bie stared with his eyes wide open, motionless, but did not push Mo Sheng away.

Why hasn't he said anything bad to me yet? Mo Sheng thought to himself in despair.

Mo Sheng tentatively moved closer until he sat on Shen Bie's lap, supporting him with his hands on his shoulders. He kissed him until he was tired, but Shen Bie still didn't move.

"..." Mo Sheng thought Shen Bie might be drunk, and was about to leave, but was restrained by Shen Bie's waist. Shen Bie actually took the initiative to reach out and flirt with him, and his other hand was on the back of Mo Sheng's head, obviously not wanting Mo Sheng to escape.

Mo Sheng's pupils gradually dilated and his face turned as pale as paper.

Is he crazy, or is Shen Bie crazy?

He tried to push him away, but Shen Bie didn't move, and even kissed him more fiercely as if he was obsessed. Mo Sheng got anxious and bit him hard, and Shen Bie let go of him in pain, covering his mouth and frowning.

"You..." Mo Sheng subconsciously wanted to check out the matter out of professional habit, but he suppressed the impulse.

Shen Bie wiped the blood from his lips and smiled awkwardly.

"...Brother Sheng, you are so unkind. It's as if I forced you to do this."

Mo Sheng sighed helplessly: "Abie, you are drunk."

Shen Bie should have pushed him away in fear, cut off all ties with him, and completely put an end to his thoughts about her.

The handsome young master raised the corners of his bloodstained lips, and his smile was no different from usual.

"Even if you're drunk, it still scares you awake."

“…”

The table had just been bumped by two people, the beer was gently rippling in the glass, and both of them looked at the beer at the same time, the air was filled with awkwardness.

"Brother Sheng." Shen Bie scratched his head, his expression a little tangled: "There is something I must tell you..."

Mo Sheng's Adam's apple twitched and he tried his best to pretend that he didn't care and said "hmm".

Vaguely, some expectations arose in my heart, even though I knew they were wishful thinking.

"I..." Shen Bie covered his face, "I think I have a cold. Could I have infected you by kissing just now?"

Mo Sheng: “…”

Mo Sheng didn’t know whether it was contagious or not, but he wanted to beat Shen Bie to death anyway.

Mo Sheng knelt silently, cleared the beer and barbecue on the small table, and said coldly: "Don't drink anymore, go to bed early."

"etc."

His wrist was grasped by Shen Bie, and the steadiness and calmness acquired from fighting in the shopping mall disappeared completely. He now looked a bit like a young boy who had just begun to fall in love.

Shen Bie scratched his head: "I don't know when you, uh... fell in love with me, but I really can't respond to you now. It's so sudden that I'm confused."

Mo Sheng nodded and said softly, "I know it would be disgusting to be coveted by a good friend."

Shen Bie quickly shook his head and said embarrassedly: "...Actually, it feels good to kiss."

"..." Mo Sheng stood up and said firmly, "You've drunk too much. Go to sleep."

Mo Sheng turned and left, and Shen Bie only had time to see a hint of red on the tip of his ear.

The two flew back to China the next morning. Before parting, Shen Bie put his hands in his pockets and told them to calm down and think carefully.

Mo Sheng lowered his eyes and responded, not knowing what he was thinking.

This period of silence lasted for more than a month.

Shen Bie wanted to find him countless times, but when he opened the address book, he couldn't think of any reason.

Not injured, not drunk, and doesn’t need a wet nurse... Shen Bie was very disappointed.

In the past, he could just look for it whenever he wanted, but when Mo Sheng pierced the window paper that night, Shen Bie started to be timid.

Afraid of facing Mo Sheng, yet desperately wanting to see him, Shen Bie was almost driven crazy by his own stupidity.

It just so happened that the hot pot restaurant was about to open, and Xiaoci, who had returned to China, said he wanted to do a live broadcast and meet up with friends at the same time.

He then instigated a small talk and invited Mo Sheng, but was told that Mo Sheng was attending a party with friends in a bar and could not come.

Friends gathering?

In Shen Bie's impression, Mo Sheng is a person who doesn't like socializing and rarely goes to such occasions.

Shen Bie was a little worried, so he asked around for the address and rushed over.

As soon as he entered the door, he was nearly blinded by the neon rays, and his brows furrowed even more.

Those who hold a party in a place like this are definitely not good people. Shen Bie became even more worried about Mo Sheng's safety.

There was a lot of people dancing wildly on the dance floor. Shen Bie was tall, and he could see a few people sitting at the bar across the sea of ​​people.

Shen Bie's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly pushed through the crowd and walked over, with a smile subconsciously appearing on the corner of his mouth.

Mo Sheng was among them. He was wearing a white shirt, and his thin and beautiful back exuded a cold and dull look that made him look out of place.

Halfway through, Shen Bie suddenly stopped and his eyes gradually widened.

Suddenly, a man next to him grabbed Mo Sheng's shoulders, his face very close to him, and seemed to hand him a glass of wine. His hand slid down Mo Sheng's back dishonestly - but Mo Sheng did not react at all, and even took the glass of wine and raised his head to drink.

With a "bang", the stranger's wine glass was snatched away and thrown heavily to the ground.

Some idiots messed up the situation, and the man immediately got angry: "Fuck you, who are you? Are you looking for death?"

Shen Bie's eyes were fierce and red, and he did not hide his gloominess and irritability at all. He squeezed out the word "get out" from between his clenched teeth, and forcefully pulled Mo Sheng's hand and left.

"Fuck..." The man swallowed, felt his legs a little weak, and decided not to chase after her.

To be honest, that protective look just now really scared him.

“Hmm…”

Mo Sheng was held against the wall by his wrist, and his spine felt a little painful, so he couldn't help but groan.

The painful moan, as thin as the buzz of a mosquito, made Shen Bie's heart soften. However, whenever he thought of the way Mo Sheng had allowed himself to be picked by Jun just now... he would get angry again, and he would lose all his rationality.

"If I hadn't come, you would have gone to bed with him, right?"

"Didn't you say you liked me before? What are you doing now?"

"Mo Sheng, why don't you say something? Ah?"

Shen Bie's roar gradually became louder. He lowered his head and moved closer to Mo Sheng, which was quite oppressive.

Mo Sheng's eardrums hurt from the noise and he closed his eyes tightly.

"Since you call me brother, please let me go." Mo Sheng lowered his head, his voice low and clear.

Shen Bie was stunned: "...what?"

Mo Sheng looked away and pushed Shen Bie's hand away.

"I'm tired, let me rest."

Shen Bie didn't fall for it and grabbed Mo Sheng's wrist tightly, "No, you must explain it clearly today!"

Mo Sheng couldn't get rid of Shen Bie's brute force and let out a long sigh.

"Why are you so angry? You clearly rejected me last time..." Mo Sheng smiled bitterly and leaned weakly against the wall.

Shen Bie glared: "How did I reject you?"

Mo Sheng said nothing, unwilling to open the wound again.

Shen Bie continued to talk to himself, "Didn't we agree to calm down and think about it last time at the airport? Why didn't you discuss it with me before you started looking for someone?"

Mo Sheng: "So? You haven't contacted me for more than a month. Are you sure this doesn't count as breaking off relations?"

Shen Bie choked. How could he say that he was the one who didn't dare to contact...

Mo Sheng sighed again and rubbed his forehead tiredly: "You don't like me, but you still want me to hang on your tree. Shen Bie, don't be so selfish."

"I don't want to be just good friends with you, but... we probably can't do that. Don't worry, I will resign from your father in a few days and find a dedicated new family doctor as soon as possible."

"...I have already prepared myself mentally. I will never see you again."

Mo Sheng said the last sentence with great difficulty. His heart felt as if a hole had been dug out by someone, empty and painful.

This day has finally come.

Shen Bie immediately refused: "No, I don't accept anyone except you."

Mo Sheng's pupils shrank, and he was once again speechless, his heartbeat speeding up again.

Shen Bie is really a bad person, the kind who kills people without leaving any trace.

Mo Sheng took a deep breath, and pushed Shen Bie away with all his might, then left in silence, panting.

Shen Bie didn't dare to chase him. He gritted his teeth and stared at Mo Sheng's lonely back.

The next day, Mo Sheng submitted his resignation as expected, and Shen Bie immediately urged his father to refuse.

This happened several times before Mo Sheng gave up. The relationship between the two seemed to have returned to what it was before, and they tacitly forgot all the things that had damaged their friendship.

Mo Sheng started to deceive himself again and couldn't control himself and continued to have a crush on her. He was tormented and in pain, but also secretly happy.

And Shen Bie... had no idea how to deal with the situation. He was so confused that he didn't dare to face Mo Sheng at all.

On the night that Lu Xiao proposed to his younger brother, Shen Bie followed them all the way to the hotel and urgently booked the suite next door.

After calming down, Shen Bie couldn't help but scold himself for being an idiot. What's the point of living next door? Can he save his brother? He didn't dare to provoke Lu Xiao.

But he didn't want to leave from the bottom of his heart. He always felt that as a brother he had to stay by Xiaoci's side during important life events. Was it a kind of protection? Shen Bie reluctantly comforted himself.

Uncle Lu must love Xiaoci very much, but would he get excited and hurt Xiaoci?

No, no, no, Xiaoci is his treasure, Uncle Lu would never...

Alas, even Uncle Lu is such a terrifying person, he couldn’t figure it out!

Shen Bie was feeling very uncomfortable. He couldn't hear any movement from next door and smoked half a pack of cigarettes out of frustration.

He urgently needs someone to accompany him and share his worries.

The service in the presidential suite was very good, and soon the waiter brought us wine.

The waiter called him "Mr. Shen" with great trepidation and asked him if there was anything else he needed. However, Shen Bie was still standing by the window smoking, staring at the lights of the houses outside, anxious and silent.

The waiter cursed the damn rich man in his heart, bowed politely and turned to leave, but he heard a loud noise behind him, which scared him.

The damn rich man had blood all over his hands. He actually smashed a bottle of expensive red wine with one punch. The dark red wine and blood mixed together and spilled all over the floor, creating a mess.

The waiter came over quickly. This was a VIP guest who could stay in the Presidential Room. Even if he was a psychopath, he must not be offended. "Sir, I'll call a doctor for you! Please sit down first. I'll bandage you up."

Shen Bie waved his intact right hand: "No, please go get my personal doctor."

His tone was urgent and passionate, and he seemed quite happy after being deliberately injured.

Waiter: ...?

I often feel out of tune with you guys who are rich because I am not stupid enough.