Wen Shi threw the blame and quickly hung up the phone.

Xia Qiao couldn't react at all because of the speed.

If he hadn't been cold-hearted and not being so to others, Xia Qiao would have suspected that his brother was actually quite naughty.

Xia Qiao silently stuffed his phone into his pocket and praised: "Brother, you actually hang up the phone."

Wen Shi held his hand and trembled the cat and said sarcastically: "Am I mentally retarded?"

"No, no, no, that's not what I mean." Xia Qiao shook his hand quickly, "I just want to say that you have never used a mobile phone and learned this. You are quite smart."

He looked at him expressionlessly when he heard it.

Xia Qiao: "..."

Xia Qiao: "I was wrong."

He admitted his mistake very consciously and asked diligently: "By the way, why don't you go back and buy you a cell phone."

I had no interest in Wen: "Who do I want it to contact?"

Xia Qiao opened his mouth and got stuck.

He suddenly realized that Wen Shi really had no contact with people in this world. All those who were once familiar with had passed away, and only he was the only one who was left. Although he was calling him "Brother", he had just met him for a while.

...is not a real person yet.

Xia Qiao thought to himself, he was really good at speaking, and he didn't open any pot. But he threw out all the words, and it seemed even worse not to answer them.

So he started to tell: "You don't know now. Do you think I'm using my phone to answer the phone? Wrong. 24 hours a day, I can hold it for 16 hours, do whatever I want, except answer the phone."

When I heard it: "?"

When Xia Qiao saw that his brother was fooled, he immediately concluded when the other party did not react: "Anyway, this is a treasure, you deserve it."

When I heard this, the soul asked: "How much?"

Xia Qiao: "Yeah..."

When I heard it, "If you don't buy it, you won't have money."

Xia Qiao immediately said: "Boss Xie has it when he moved in."

So, Xie Wen carried an innocent little life and an innocent mobile phone without doing anything. Before the weekend, he received too frequent greetings from the second disciple of the Shen family - four calls.

The last call was Friday night, not very late, and normal people should have just finished their meal.

Xia Qiao wanted to confirm with Xie Wen about the time to meet tomorrow.

The phone rang for a long time before it was connected, and the person who spoke was not Xie Wen, but Lao Mao.

For some reason, Lao Mao's voice was very low, and he seemed to be nervous because of something.

Xia Qiao was stunned for a moment: "Uncle Mao, what's wrong with you? What about Boss Xie?"

Wen Shi was sitting on the sofa in the living room with his legs bent, and there was a variety show on the TV, making noise. His eyes fell on the screen, listening to some unfamiliar words and sentences inside, but his attention was on Xia Qiao.

Hearing Xia Qiao's words, he raised his eyelids and turned to look over.

Xia Qiao very consciously changed to hands-free.

Mao's hesitant voice came from his phone: "Boss... the boss has something to do."

Something else is wrong?

Wen Shi remembered the scene when he went to Xiping Garden last time. Xie Wen said that he was too cold and didn't want to go out to meet people, so he asked Mao to send guests like this.

But don't have to go out when answering the phone?

It's mysterious.

I thought to myself when I heard it.

On the other end of the phone, I wonder if Dazhao or Xiaozhao asked Yuanyuan: "Mao, come quickly - what are you doing?"

"Assist the phone." Lao Mao hurried downstairs, stepped on the wooden stairs, making a clattering sound, but he quickly lowered his steps.

"Whose phone number?"

Lao Mao tsk.

He might have accidentally pressed the radio place with his fingers, and the words behind him were dull and blurry, and he couldn't hear clearly. He just felt that the atmosphere there was a little strange. It seemed... careful.

When I heard it, I seemed to hear my name, but it was too vague and didn't feel very similar. It must be because I heard it awkwardly. After all, he had never said his name to the public.

After a while, a slight sound rang out from the phone. Lao Mao took the phone to his ear again and whispered: "I'm so embarrassed. Maybe I'll bother you later-"

Before he could finish his words, he was gently interrupted by a low voice: "Old Mao, call me."

Yes, thank you.

Lao Mao seemed to be shocked and rushed up with a "Ouch". After a while, he said, "Boss, you... are you awake now?"

"Yes." Xie Wen took the call, "Go and do it."

Lao Mao responded "aheefully" and ran away in a hurry.

"Hey." Xie Wen said.

His voice was hoarse and his tone was not high. Perhaps because he hadn't smiled yet, he didn't seem so close.

"Thank you, Boss..." Xia Qiao was inexplicably timid. He glanced at Wen Shi and threw out the hot potato, "That, my brother is looking for you."

When I heard it: "..."

He felt that Xia Qiao, the 25th, might not want to live anymore.

When the phone fell into Wen Shi's hands, Xie Wen happened to ask: "Your brother is next to you?"

He said chill when he smelled it, "I'm here, he ran away."

Xie Wen was amused by his reaction and laughed softly.

As soon as I turned off the hands-free phone and put my phone in my ear, I heard the warm smile that was so close to me. My heart felt like I was scratched by something thin and lonely.

The variety show actor on TV was talking nonsense. He suddenly felt noisy and picked up the remote control and turned it off.

"Mao said you had something happened just now?" The surroundings calmed down and asked when they heard it.

Xie Wen said "um" lazily, and after a moment, he added: "It's not a problem, I'm sleeping. I have a big temper when I sleep, so they dare not call me."

Wen Shi recalled the cautious atmosphere on the other end of the phone just now, and thought to himself how big the temper is?

He was distracted for a moment and the phone became quiet. Xie Wen actually listened so much, not urging him to ask why he called.

It was Xia Qiao who ran to the refrigerator and took two cans of milk, handed one can to Wen Shi to apologize, and asked in a low voice: "When will Boss Xie come tomorrow?"

He came back to his senses when he heard this and asked the person on the other end of the phone: "When will you come tomorrow?"

Thank you: "It's afternoon."

***

It was afternoon, but it was already evening when he arrived.

After the rain two days ago, the temperature in Ningzhou rose by one level and went to 30 degrees. I was afraid of heat when I smelled it, and the air conditioner at home was very low, so I could wear a quilt and eat popsicles.

Xie Wen laughed as soon as he entered the door.

Xia Qiao felt that he was angry.

"Are you spending the winter at home in advance?" Xie Wen said.

"Hot." Wen Shi said a word in a concise way, and then looked at him, "Why are you wearing more clothes than the previous few days?"

Xie Wen was wearing the pair of black gloves and had complicated beads on his wrist. On such a hot day, he was actually wearing a shirt and trousers, and even a coat on his elbow.

Unlike the black clothes that disappeared last time, this one was crimson.

"Because I expected that you were uneasy and planned to freeze me to death here." Xie Wen joked, "Can't I plan to save my life?"

He put on his coat as he sat down on the sofa.

Ordinary people always feel anxious when wearing this red this season. Xie Wen is an exception, and he seems to be particularly suitable for this color.

Maybe it was because there was a piece of snow-white shirt on the neckline, maybe it was because this redness just right to neutralize his strong aura.

Xia Qiao was stunned when he saw it.

It was not until Xie Wen pulled a pen from the can of the coffee table and tapped it gently on the stone countertop. He suddenly came back to his senses, ran into the room quickly, and brought a few pages of paper.

"The contract is here, Boss Xie, please take a look." Xia Qiao pulled a small stool, made it across the coffee table, and grabbed a pen, "Brother, are you here to see it?"

"If you don't look, you will decide."

Wen Shi was sitting on the other end of the sofa, closest to the air conditioner outlet. The cool breeze was occupied by him alone. While he was lazily pinching his ear bones, he worked as supervisors for the two of them.

Both sides have been in the cage together, and the contract is a formality. Xia Qiao was checking the information with Xie Wen, and Xie Wen simply responded.

After listening for a while, Yu Guang unconsciously landed on the red color. When Xie Wen spoke, his thin chin line moved.

The familiar feeling came up in an instant and scratched his heart slightly.

When I heard this, I withdrew my gaze and lowered my eyes and touched the Adam's apple.
To be continued...