GBT Chapter 82

Chapter 72

Jiao Bai was originally dizzy, but Old Shen Dog pinched him, dragging his consciousness back.

As soon as he woke up, he encountered Old Shen Dog kicking Qi Yi Liao like a madman.

He missed, and was kicked back instead. Then he dodged attacks, his muscles tense and hard as rocks, his chest heaving violently as he panted.

Jiao Bai was shocked awake.

Before he could recover, Old Shen Dog barked, “Don’t you think it’s ridiculous that we’re fighting over a small thing?”

Before Jiao Bai could figure out the old pervert’s answer, he felt a terrifying gust of wind from a fist. He reflexively closed his eyes. At the same time, the muffled sound of a fist striking flesh and bone erupted beside his ear. He had the illusion that his temple had been heavily struck, causing tinnitus, a blank mind, and his soul felt like it had been knocked out by that punch.

While dizzy, Jiao Bai smelled a hint of blood, seeping out from Old Shen Dog’s turbid, chaotic breath.

Then came the sound of a bullet being chambered.

In that instant, the scent of sandalwood drifted closer, stronger than usual, unable to cover the bloody aura.

Then, Jiao Bai’s ears were pinched, he was called out by name, and he was asked a kindergarten-level question.

How did the old pervert discover that he was awake? He was truly impressed.

Jiao Bai’s mind was filled with the complete guide to scum and cheap. For the early-stage, tumor-brained, overbearing president-quoting, cheap scum gong, he had to use the saintly mother’s quotes to fight them to the death, for all eternity.

But he didn’t have ten or eight years of glass shards mixed with blood and semen with Old Shen Dog. He wasn’t the abused-to-abandonment type who loved and couldn’t obtain the scum gong, then had to get revenge later, relying on the scum gong to block a knife for him to beg for mercy, or come up with a 360-degree, no-dead-angle haggard, decadent, humble mode to achieve a HE (Happy Ending).

He could come directly, however he wanted, and attack however he liked, as long as it was enjoyable.

However,

This goddamn, bloody, magical Shura field, he really didn’t want to deal with it, because the “don’t fight, please stop fighting” operation wasn’t his thing, and he couldn’t enjoy it.

Jiao Bai flipped through the small notebook in his mind, the part about Old Shen Dog. He looked at it carefully, one stroke at a time.

After confirming that there was one debt he could collect now, Jiao Bai opened his eyes, met Old Shen Dog’s cold gaze, and grinned, revealing his small tiger teeth.

It was like saying, “I was pretending to be asleep and got caught, so I won’t pretend anymore.”

Shen Ji stiffened. The reaction from the blow to his temple was almost unbearable. He swallowed the blood surging in his throat and stopped caring about the answer to that question. Instead, he launched another attack on his former old friend, Qi Yi Liao, who was now opposing him, “Last year at Lanmo Mansion, you said repeatedly that you had no interest in my people. Never will, and never will in the future.”

Qi Yi Liao’s twisted face froze. He lowered the hand covering Shen Ji’s gun muzzle, lowered his eyelids, and the gloom around him solidified.

As if a corpse about to revive had suffered a heavy blow.

His health bar was interrupted, and he was about to return to death at any moment.

Shen Ji’s handsome features were distorted by revenge. He was like a villain who had finally found his enemy’s weakness, holding the gun and pointing it at Qi Yi Liao, arrogant and gleeful: “What, lost your memory?”

Qi Yi Liao didn’t say a word. On closer inspection, his masseter muscle twitched faintly. As if he was about to roar in the next moment, revealing a mouthful of fangs.

Jiao Bai subconsciously wanted to speak up for him.

But at this moment, Qi Yi Liao buttoned up his open shirt, slowly and methodically, elegant and composed: “Old Shen, now that you mention it, I do remember. I remember back then…”

He paused very subtly, raised his eyes, still stained with bloodshot, but already covered with a layer of black sea, hiding all emotions, and chuckled: “You told me not to make that kind of oath to appease you, and said, it’s just a dog, give it to me when you’re tired of playing with it.”

“I was just saying that out of anger. He doesn’t know, but you and I have known each other for decades, how could you not know?” Shen Ji squeezed the hand of the person in his arms until blue veins bulged on the back of his hand, the gun aimed at Qi Yi Liao, “Half a month later, he disappeared at the rest stop. I sent people to look for him. You didn’t see how I was…”

Qi Yi Liao interrupted: “There’s no need to dig up old matters.”

“Otherwise,” he smoothed his collar and shook his head with a sigh, “if we keep digging, we’ll get to the end of last year.”

The coldness on Shen Ji’s face instantly froze.

Jiao Bai, who was watching, clicked his tongue. He didn’t even need to take action.

The next second, the old pervert looked at him, his smile kind and gentle: “Xiao Bai, don’t just watch the show, Uncle is still waiting for your answer.”

“That question, about you guys fighting over me,” Jiao Bai said, “It’s pretty ridiculous.”

The smile in Qi Yi Liao’s eyes slowly faded.

Shen Ji had expected this answer. The one he was holding was a heartless wolf cub. Shaking hands with you was to find an opportunity to scratch you, wagging its tail at you was to numb your nerves and give you a fatal blow. Every word and action was not simple, hiding small calculations, and not talking about affection. Shen Ji had already learned this, but when he heard those four words filled with sarcasm with his own ears, he was still stunned.

Jiao Bai took the opportunity to get out of Shen Ji’s arms, not forgetting to pull his hair on the way and press down on his injured arm a few times.

Shen Ji’s bandage was already stained red, with varying shades of color. He pressed his eyebrows tightly and looked coldly at the small boat in this storm, watching what waves it would stir up again.

Jiao Bai said to Qi Yi Liao: “Third Brother, you don’t have any lovey-dovey feelings for me.”

Qi Yi Liao’s lips slowly pursed.

The look in Shen Ji’s eyes was full of schadenfreude. You thought you had a place in this little thing’s heart, but in reality, it’s nothing more than this. What if he stayed with you for half a year, he’s impossible to tame.

“As for you,” Jiao Bai looked at Shen Ji with the same expression as if he had seen a pile of shit, “you have absolutely nothing to do with me.”

Shen Ji’s hand holding the gun trembled. He almost couldn’t help but shoot a bullet into Jiao Bai’s heart.

To see what exactly would burst out.

“You guys are just putting on a show of an old, cheesy love triangle, how can it not be ridiculous?” Jiao Bai’s mouth was full of the smell of alcohol. The alcohol was tugging at the nerve endings, and he wanted to complain, vent, and curse, but they were all diluted by a hiccup.

Shen Ji laughed coldly: “I don’t need to compete with anyone. I am your husband.”

Jiao Bai met Shen Ji’s gaze, and seeing that he was not at all guilty, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of panic, as if he was about to eat shit. Jiao Bai quickly moved to Qi Yi Liao’s side: “Third Brother, my marriage with Shen Ji…”

Qi Yi Liao was looking at the finger bones on his right hand, which were tinged with the blue and red left by violence, evidence of his loss of control.

Jiao Bai was anxious: “Could it be that it really hasn’t…”

“Divorced.” Qi Yi Liao said lightly.

Jiao Bai breathed a sigh of relief. Old Shen Dog was so confident. Either he was really good at pretending, or he had reached a certain level of self-deception.

Wait, wait, wait. Why was Qi Yi Liao’s activity dropping?

Damn it.

It had crawled up to 22.97 like a snail, but now it was starting to fall back to 20, 17, 15, 12…

Jiao Bai’s face turned pale. “Don’t drop, don’t drop. My heart is about to give out.”

He didn’t dare to stare at the activity anymore, and struggled to turn his gaze to look at the white cat.

The cat was dead.

Literal meaning.

It had been meowing and wagging its tail just now, but now it was closing its eyes and its tail was drooping. That dead aura had returned to it. Blood was also seeping out of its snow-white fur, and the flesh and bones that had finally grown back a little on its neck were splitting again, the wound as if it had already rotted.

It was turning into a corpse.

Jiao Bai closed his eyes. “Calm down, don’t panic. First, analyze why Qi Yi Liao’s inner world would collapse.”

He didn’t know what happened while he was unconscious, but he guessed that Shen Ji must have wanted to forcibly take him away, Zhang Zhen must have stopped him, and Qi Yi Liao must have bought some time.

Qi Yi Liao arrived, confronted Shen Ji, and must have taken the stance of “Jiao Bai’s Third Brother”.

Qi Yi Liao was best at this. A peacemaker.

Jiao Bai guessed that Qi Yi Liao would say, “You can take him away, but it has to be voluntary. Wake him up first.”

Qi Yi Liao knew that he would not volunteer, and Shen Ji knew this too.

This became a dead end.

So Shen Ji flew into a rage, and might have misunderstood his relationship with Qi Yi Liao, saying something that stimulated Qi Yi Liao.

For example, “You’re not good enough, you’re not even a real man.”

Jiao Bai cracked his fingers. “What else? What else caused the collapse?”

“Could it be…”

“It’s also related to the statement that ‘a love triangle is ridiculous’?”

“No way.”

Qi Yi Liao believed in ghosts and gods, and he had strange behaviors that had no explanation other than being possessed. He had something on him that the other party couldn’t figure out.

So he was dragged down by the Qi Yi Liao in the abyss and entrusted with the important task of “creating a spark and bringing hope”.

Before the spark and hope were cultivated, he was someone to confide in, a talking tree hole.

Even if it was in an ABO world, even if an elf with a 100% match appeared, Qi Yi Liao still didn’t take back the small key he gave him, and he was still placed in a special area to stay.

The white cat still asked him for help, waiting for him to tear off the thin wire on its neck.

“So, Qi Yi Liao’s activity towards me is just interest. Like most of the friends on the list, but different. He is close to me, treats me well, educates me, helps me out, lets me mess around, and occasionally teases me. It’s because he regards me as someone from a country, a companion who joined the journey, nothing more.” Jiao Bai thought so, and his heart felt like it was poked by something. That feeling disappeared quickly, and he continued to think along the same lines.

Now that Qi Yi Liao’s activity was declining, it might be because his world-weary psychology had flared up, and he had lost interest in himself, in me, in old friends, and in this world.

The emotions of world-weary people are fickle, and the difference between the human world and hell is just a thought. Jiao Bai understood, he was a person who had been there.

Jiao Bai felt that he had analyzed it almost completely, and he grabbed Qi Yi Liao’s hand that was still stroking his finger bones: “Third Brother, let’s go back to the hotel.”

Qi Yi Liao didn’t move.

“Let’s go back, I have something to tell you.” Jiao Bai coaxed him like he was coaxing a great demon king, carefully grasping the degree.

Qi Yi Liao opened his mouth, his voice hoarse: “Say it here.”

“Okay.” Jiao Bai organized his words. “When I said it was ridiculous just now, I didn’t mean that you were tearing yourself apart from your friend for me. I meant that the atmosphere was ridiculous. Can you understand what I’m saying?”

“It’s like in those TV shows, the male lead and the male supporting role break up for the sake of the female lead, ‘I love you but you don’t love me, you love him’, but the three of us aren’t that kind of mess…”

Jiao Bai’s words were intercepted by a gaze, and he and Qi Yi Liao looked at each other.

“Who’s the male supporting role?” Qi Yi Liao asked.

Jiao Bai said casually: “…Your old friend?”

A hint of laughter appeared in Qi Yi Liao’s breath: “That’s pretty ridiculous.”

Jiao Bai twitched his mouth. Did he even want to fight for this empty title? He really didn’t understand the childishness of old men.

In short,

The activity didn’t drop any further.

“You personally came forward to protect me, risking yourself. I’m very touched, thank you, Third Brother. Oh, right,” Jiao Bai continued to coax, “You weren’t interested in me at first, and thought you never would be, but you were later. That’s called a slap in the face.”

“A slap in the face…” Qi Yi Liao chewed on the word, unable to tell what it meant.

“Actually, it’s nothing. It’s normal entertainment for young people.” Jiao Bai tried his best to arouse his interest. “You slapped your face, which means you’re still young.”

Qi Yi Liao glanced at him: “Is that so?”

“Definitely.” Jiao Bai gave him a serious expression: “So don’t be depressed.”

Qi Yi Liao laughed: “Then Uncle won’t be depressed.”

Shen Ji, who was being treated like air, had his fingers on the trigger. He also slapped himself in the face, more than once, and was discovered by that puppy who was coaxing someone. All he got was ridicule and provocation.

Shen Ji looked at the young man who finally put his eyes on him, and the corners of his stiff lips twitched, his eyes writing a few words: “You really are treating people differently.”

Jiao Bai chuckled, “Yeah, I’m biased, so what?”

“Aren’t you coming back to South City with me?” Shen Ji played with the gun in his hand, his cold gaze fixed on him.

“Get lost quickly.” Jiao Bai sneered, “I used to like South City very much, but I won’t go there again in this lifetime unless I have to, because of you and your mom. I find that place disgusting.”

Shen Ji couldn’t swallow the blood that surged up in his throat.

Jiao Bai was unmoved. When he read comics and encountered scum gongs who were abused to the point of vomiting blood in the later stages, he would feel good, but now he didn’t, he only found it funny.

Without so many entanglements, where would there be a deep love in an abusive relationship? It was just self-moved.

Jiao Bai’s breathing paused.

Shen Ji raised his gun at him, the muzzle aimed at his heart.

This was the second time he had been exposed to a gun. The last time was for Shen Er’an, desperately rushing to prevent the biggest plot node, and being forced to be unable to move by the male supporting character Liang Dong, isolated and helpless.

Now…

Jiao Bai was pulled back by a force, and his vision was blocked.

Qi Yi Liao stood in front of him.

Shen Ji didn’t get angry. He looked at the close friend he had known for many years, his eyes with undisguised pity, mocking himself and mocking the other party. Who are you doing this for? A Liao, haven’t you seen through it yet? That person you repeatedly broke your principles to protect is cold-hearted. My ending today is your ending in the future.

Qi Yi Liao had both hands in his suit pants pockets. He half-closed his eyes, slightly raised the corners of his lips, both elegant and sinister.

Jiao Bai was blocked behind, unable to see what kind of eye contact Qi Yi Liao and Shen Ji were making, only feeling that the temperature in this area was getting lower and lower.

Just when the temperature was about to reach its lowest point, Shen Ji’s phone rang.

He didn’t know who called, but Shen Ji’s expression changed drastically. He turned around and left, his pace very fast.

“Wait–”

A young voice came from behind, and Shen Ji’s legs and feet didn’t listen to his orders. He stopped and didn’t move forward anymore. Even though he was so anxious that he couldn’t wait to fly back to South City immediately.

Jiao Bai ran out from behind Qi Yi Liao and strode towards Shen Ji.

Qi Yi Liao’s Adam’s apple, which was constricted by his collar, trembled. He tilted his head, staring at the young man who shook him off without looking back, his breath becoming very heavy, one sound heavier than the other, not like the panting of a normal human being.

It was a kind of approximation–

The anger of being betrayed by the owner.

Jiao Bai ran up to Shen Ji, beckoned, and told him to lower his head.

Shen Ji subconsciously bent his waist.

Zhang Zhen and Chen Yiming, who were pretending to be dead outside, didn’t react when they heard a crisp sound.

Half of Shen Ji’s face was slapped to the side, and a few strands of hair fell down.

Jiao Bai put down his hand, rubbed his hot cheek, “Damn it, the principle of action and reaction is amazing when hitting someone.” After he finished complaining, he did it again.

“My way of living,” Jiao Bai said with a smile, “has always been clear about gratitude and grudges.”

“That was me paying you back.”

Jiao Bai didn’t retreat or escape. He just stood in Shen Ji’s cold aura that could freeze people to death and officially began his debt collection career, first collecting one of the debts he could collect at the moment: “The extra one is interest, don’t mind, right?”

Shen Ji licked the oral mucosa on the side of his mouth that had been slapped twice. Even the old lady had never slapped him.

Now someone had slapped him, in front of everyone, and stomped on his arrogance. He had mustered his energy and waited for a long time.

Everyone in the Shen family in the corridor saw this scene. They all raised their guns, wanting to kill the crazy young man who dared to humiliate their master.

Shen Ji looked at the fearless eyes of the person in front of him. He once thought that these eyes were a mirage, with distinct seasons, but at this moment he realized that it was himself.

Nearly forty years old, but like a young kid.

Ridiculous, sad.

The original intention was just to be aroused by his interest, wanting to play around, who knew that things would gradually get out of his control and such a sequel would appear.

A great joke under the sky.

“Let’s go.” Shen Ji wiped the blood stains he had previously vomited on his chest, stepped over the mirror that reflected his ridiculous side, and his footsteps no longer lingered.

Chen Yiming quickly followed, thinking that the chairman was heartbroken this time.

He should be awakened, right?

What Chen Yiming didn’t expect was that Chairman Qi could lose control and let go of his elegance for Jiao Bai, breaking his self-restraint and fighting with the chairman. It was really the first time he had seen it.

Once the mask of a gentleman and restraint is taken off once, there will be countless times.

If Chairman Qi was a holy monk, then he was equivalent to breaking his vows, entering the mortal world, and never being able to cultivate his way.

Now that the relationship between the Shen and Qi families had broken, it was broken so much that Chen Yiming was caught off guard. He really thought that Zhang Zhen had taken a fancy to Jiao Bai, but who could have thought…

The chairman’s defeat this time was not only that he couldn’t take Jiao Bai away, but also that he lost to Chairman Qi. He lost in terms of force, skill, and his position in Jiao Bai’s heart.

A man’s desire to win is innate, and it has nothing to do with his identity or age.

It can only be said that the greater the power and the higher the status, the greater the commotion caused by the desire to win.

Shen Ji answered the phone again. The other end said something, and he shook, and the phone fell from his fingers to the ground.

The sound was actually not loud, but it gave people the feeling that a mountain was shaking, and its foundation was falling apart.

Chen Yiming noticed tears falling on the chairman’s face. He staggered for a moment and already knew what had happened, and his heart was filled with shock.

Shen Ji slowly turned his head. He was expressionless, but his eyes were scarlet and wet, and he just glanced at Jiao Bai and Qi Yi Liao standing side by side.

That glance was full of extreme hatred.

Jiao Bai felt strange in his heart. When he slapped Old Shen Dog, the other party only turned red with anger, but didn’t cry. Why did he… after answering the phone?

Could it be…

Zhang Zhen grabbed his phone and entered the bar: “Third Brother, Old Madam Shen is gone.”

Jiao Bai guessed it. Before Qi Yi Liao could speak, he asked: “Didn’t she go abroad for treatment for half a year and just return to China a few days ago? How did she die?”

Zhang Zhen glanced at Third Brother.

Jiao Bai also turned his head in that direction.

“I ran into a group of unreasonable hooligans who beat people on sight on the way and wasted some time solving them.” Qi Yi Liao lit a cigarette, and the flickering fire brushed over his nose and shot into his gray pupils. He closed the lighter cap, “When people encounter annoying things, they inevitably want to find someone to talk to. After thinking about it, the old lady was the most suitable, so I simply gave her a call.”

Jiao Bai pursed his lips. He dared to feel that the old thing learned that her son had run thousands of miles to this place to oppose the Qi family for the sake of a so-called jinx, and her emotions fluctuated too much, so she couldn’t do it anymore.

The entrance of the bar was silent for a few seconds, and Zhang Zhen spoke again: “Originally, the old lady was lying in the Shen family’s hospital, still breathing. She saw your double Zhiyi, mistook her for you, and couldn’t catch her breath and left on the spot.”

Jiao Bai: “…”

The motive for Zhiyi’s appearance at this time was obvious. Did Cen Jingmo take action?

Wouldn’t it be that fast?

Moreover, wouldn’t Zhiyi be exposed by this move and be unable to be used later, and be killed by Shen Ji?

A guess popped up in Jiao Bai’s mind, his heart beat faster, and his palms were sweating. Could Zhiyi… not be Cen Jingmo’s person at all? He had another master, and Cen Jingmo thought he was a chess piece in a game.

And Zhiyi was sacrificing himself at an appropriate time to make Shen Ji, who had lost his loved ones, lose control under the pain, regardless of everything, and attack the Cen family who sent him to Nancheng “Di Ye”?

Seeing Qi Yi Liao walking out, Jiao Bai followed him and asked in a very small voice: “Third Brother, is that Zhiyi your person?”

When he asked, Jiao Bai didn’t expect Qi Yi Liao to answer directly.

Unexpectedly, Qi Yi Liao gave the answer: “No.”

Jiao Bai’s back of the neck was grabbed, and under that force, he went from being one or two steps behind to walking side by side with Qi Yi Liao.

If it wasn’t Qi Yi Liao, then he could basically lock in the target. He was both incredulous and felt that it was within expectations, after all, he was indeed a talent.

The plot part of this comic was still coming.

The car drove away from the bar. Jiao Bai was drunk and his brain couldn’t think. He nestled by the car window and fell asleep.

The Qi Yi Liao next to him suddenly opened his mouth: “A Zhen, where did the lipstick print on your Adam’s apple come from?”

Zhang Zhen glanced at the rearview mirror: “Bai Bai drew it for me.”

Qi Yi Liao frowned: “Nonsense.”

“Where did the lipstick come from?” Finally, he asked again.

This time Zhang Zhen couldn’t answer.

Jiao Bai yawned: “I borrowed it from a pair of beauties who were flirting with me. They said they just bought it and it was very expensive, so I gave it to them…”

Zhang Zhen, who was driving, and Qi Yi Liao, who was in the back seat, both looked at him.

“I transferred the money.” Jiao Bai was very sleepy and mumbled, “After transferring the money, I deleted WeChat because I was afraid she would ask me out. I’m a 0, so I can’t play with girls.”

Both lines of sight were withdrawn.

Jiao Bai’s head knocked on the glass window.

An arm grabbed him in time, and he fell to the other side.

Then,

He fell headfirst on a hard leg muscle.

Zhang Zhen glanced through the rearview mirror and saw Jiao Bai lying on Third Brother’s leg, and was about to wake him up.

“Let him lie down.” Qi Yi Liao spoke.

Jiao Bai was usually used to having physical contact with the old pervert, but this time he didn’t know why, but he got up.

Qi Yi Liao didn’t react, seemingly not caring.

Only after a moment did he say: “A Zhen, turn the air conditioner lower.”

Zhang Zhen responded, but was puzzled in his heart, “It’s already very low. Is Third Brother so hot?”

Ten minutes after the car drove away from the bar, Qi Yi Liao received several calls. He didn’t say much, it was all the people on the other end talking.

Qi Yi Liao threw the phone on the leather chair on the side and closed his eyes to rest.

Not long after, Zhang Zhen made two calls, his expression solemn: “Bai Bai, you can’t leave anyone’s side for the entire summer vacation. Shen Ji hates you. After he finishes dealing with the old lady’s funeral, he won’t let you go.”

Jiao Bai rubbed his face: “What does his mom’s death have to do with me?”

Zhang Zhen said: “Shen Ji hates you because he feels that if it weren’t for you, he wouldn’t have left South City to come here, and he wouldn’t have even seen his mother’s last face. You are the root of all his failures in life.” This was what Chen Yiming told him, and he himself didn’t expect it.

Jiao Bai: “…”

“He hates Third Brother,” Zhang Zhen steered the steering wheel, and the street lights swayed across his bruised cheekbones, “because of that phone call Third Brother made to the old lady, right?”

That was Third Brother’s counterattack after Shen Ji attacked him.

A fatal blow.

From tonight onwards, from the death of the old lady onwards, the deep friendship between the Nan Shen and Xi Qi families will no longer exist.

The reason why Shen Ji didn’t order his people to attack him at the bar was because Third Brother’s people were all outside. If he made a move, he would also be killed here. This deal wasn’t worth it and would benefit other families.

The battlefield of businessmen is in the business world.

The worst thing isn’t a bullet to the head, it’s problems with the project, corruption, bankruptcy, betrayal, and a ruined reputation.

Zhang Zhen recalled Chen Yiming saying a lot and adding the phrase “take care of yourself” before blacklisting him to express his position, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice.

There was a lot to be busy with next.

On the way, Qi Yi Liao, who had been closing his eyes, said: “Xiao Bai, see if the cold noodles are still edible.”

Jiao Bai then remembered that Zhang Zhen said that Qi Yi Liao came to find him with cold noodles.

The car stopped.

Zhang Zhen handed the cold noodles to the back: “I forgot if you didn’t mention it. Bai Bai, open the bag and take a look. The noodles are probably stuck together.”

Jiao Bai didn’t need to look to know that the noodles had become a pancake. He held the plastic bowl together with the bag. It was cool to the touch, but his fingertips were a little hot.

This feeling was a little off.

Really off.

Could it be that Qi Yi Liao…

His activity towards me is… not just interest, but also liking?

Not the liking of an elder for a younger generation, nor the liking for a small cat, small dog, or small pet, but a very hard kind of liking.

Jiao Bai glanced at the activity.

Not really.

If it was that kind of liking, the activity would have broken through 50 and rushed to 100 long ago, so how could it have risen so slowly, and even given him an on-the-spot performance of rapid descent, and then rebounded, continuing to rise slowly.

Jiao Bai thought this way, but heard Qi Yi Liao tell Zhang Zhen to stop the car.

“The shop is still open.” Qi Yi Liao said, “Throw away the cold ones and buy a new one.”

Jiao Bai was pulled out of the car.

This night was very stuffy, with no stars or wind. The trees by the road looked like they had been waxed, motionless.

Jiao Bai followed Qi Yi Liao to buy cold noodles. His gaze swept around, returned to Qi Yi Liao’s profile, and then moved around again, condensing on Qi Yi Liao’s profile, repeatedly.

Qi Yi Liao stood in the small noodle shop, his elegant and noble air seemed out of place. He told the boss to put more garlic.

Jiao Bai’s scalp went numb, and then, the numbness ran down the back of his head, and he felt weak in his limbs at that moment.

The phone suddenly vibrated, and Jiao Bai’s mood suddenly recovered. He took out his phone to check: “Yu Xiang and his brother are coming to North City.”

“I’ll go pick them up.” Jiao Bai said and left, with a feeling that he was in trouble and wanted to escape.

There was no sound behind him.

When Jiao Bai walked to the door of the noodle shop, his tall and thin figure stopped, and he looked back.

Qi Yi Liao stood in place with one hand in his pocket and the other carrying the cold noodles. The collar of his shirt was unbuttoned at some point, and the yellowish light shone down diagonally, vaguely revealing his slender neck and rolling Adam’s apple.

And,

A deep and unclear gaze.

Qi Yi Liao carried the cold noodles to the trash can, pretending to throw them away. He didn’t walk fast, lazy and casual.

Jiao Bai “tsk”ed and returned the same way.