I almost touched the moon

When Cheng Che heard this, he was also shocked and worried that something had happened. He quickly asked, "What's wrong? What happened? I'll let Secretary Zhang go over now. I'll take Song Song home first."

"Brother..." Cheng Xuan became even more anxious and said with some embarrassment, "Can you come by yourself? Don't let the secretary come. It's not good..."

"What happened?" After listening, Cheng Che took a deep breath to calm himself down, and asked tentatively, "A Xuan... Miss Fang, are you going to die? Call mom. She has to come forward to deal with this matter."

Cheng Xuan understood the meaning of his words and immediately denied it, "No!! Brother, what are you thinking? Come quickly, my house is... a bit chaotic right now."

Wen Song listened, looked at Cheng Che and said, "Forget it, I'll go with you. Otherwise, Miss Fang is a girl and you two men, it will be inconvenient if something happens."

"Ah..." Cheng Che sighed, hugged Wen Song and said, "Thank you for your hard work, baby. You didn't eat much at night. Are you hungry? Let's go home first. We can eat first."

"It's okay, I'm not hungry." Wen Song said with a smile, "Go quickly. His girlfriend seems to be in an unstable mood, and I'm worried that something might happen."

When Wen Song arrived at Cheng Xuan's house, he was shocked as soon as he walked in. The living room was a mess, all the decorations in the room were thrown on the ground, and even the chairs were lying crookedly on the floor.

The tables, sofas, floors, and even the walls were all covered with wine stains. There were also many torn clothes and bags, and various porcelain and glass fragments were scattered on the ground.

"Gosh..." Wen Song changed his shoes and found that there was no place to step on the ground. He carefully avoided the broken porcelain and glass on the ground. "Is there a thief in the house? Or is it a burglary?"

When he turned around and saw Cheng Che's expression, his brows were furrowed, and his expression revealed a little surprise and worry, as well as a little imperceptible anger.

She gently squeezed Cheng Che's hand and said softly, "Don't be angry, ask what happened first."

Cheng Xuan barely managed to find a place to sit on the messy sofa, and curled up on the sofa like a child who had made a mistake. When he saw Cheng Che, he showed a look of relief and said, "Brother, you are finally here..."

"What happened?" Cheng Che looked at the broken dishes and decorations in the house and was speechless. "Did you tear the house apart because of a quarrel?"

"It was Yiluo..." Cheng Xuan whispered, "She was in a bad mood after returning home, and couldn't get through to me on the phone, so she drank alone, and then... this happened. The neighbors heard the noise and thought something had happened, so they called the police. The police came, and after asking questions, I let them go."

“Nonsense!” Cheng Che was really angry for the first time. He looked at Cheng Che seriously and asked, “How are you going to deal with this?”

"What else can I do..." Cheng Xuan said with his head down, "Brother, can you ask the housekeeper and the cleaner to restore it to its original state? Can I stay at your house for a few days first?"

"No." Cheng Che refused coldly, "You can go live at Dad's house. I'll call the housekeeper if you stay here."

"Where is Miss Fang?" Wen Song knew that although Cheng Che did not personally design and decorate the house for Cheng Xuan, he had spent a lot of time on selecting furniture and arranging the house, and he was a little angry for a moment.

Cheng Xuan glanced at the bedroom and said, "She is in the bedroom. She said she is going back to China."

"Send me her passport number."

"Songsong, forget it." Cheng Che thought she was going to sue, so he quickly persuaded her softly, "It's okay, don't make a big deal out of it."

"What do you think I'm going to do?" Wen Song chuckled and said, "You and Cheng Xuan don't pursue it, why should I care about it? She's going back to China, isn't she? I'll buy her a plane ticket and send her back."

Seeing that Cheng Xuan didn't say anything, Wen Song carefully walked out of the debris, went to the bedroom, and knocked on the door.

There was no response from inside, so she didn't care about being polite and just opened the door and walked in. The situation in the bedroom was not much better than outside. The pillows and quilts were all on the floor, the pillows had been cut into pieces, and the room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

Fang Yiluo sat on the bed, her cheeks flushed and her hair messy. When she saw Wen Song, she raised her eyes and said, "The police have been here, and A Xuan said he won't pursue the matter. It's not your turn to intervene."

"Of course." Wen Song smiled, "I don't want to interfere. I have already bought you a ticket from Munich to Beijing at 7:30 tomorrow night. The driver will take you to the airport then."

"What do you mean?" Fang Yiluo asked back, "This is Cheng Xuan's home, and I'm his girlfriend. Why are you chasing me away?"

"I don't mean to chase you away." Wen Song felt that he had grown up. He could still speak calmly in this situation. "You said you wanted to return home, so I bought you a plane ticket. Do you have any questions?"

Unexpectedly, these words made Fang Yiluo even more furious. She cried and shouted, "Why do you interfere in the affairs between me and Axuan? You just look down on me and think that I am with Axuan just for money. You believe that my family is not as rich as Chengxuan's family! But my family is in Beijing! My father also runs a company! I have money myself! I don't need to spend your money!"

Wen Song didn't understand what she meant by saying this. He looked at her blankly and asked, "Oh, ok. So what's it to me?"

Cheng Che heard the noise in the bedroom and was worried about something happening, so he immediately came over and stood at the door and asked Wen Song, "Song Song, what's wrong?"

"nothing."

Wen Song glanced at Fang Yiluo again and saw that her face was flushed. After thinking for a moment, he turned around and walked out. He whispered to Cheng Che in German, "I think you should call Dr. Meyer now. Miss Fang looks like she needs a sedative."

Cheng Che also lowered his voice and replied in German: "Is it so serious?"

Wen Song nodded, revealing a somewhat frightened expression, "She looks like she really has a mental illness."

Cheng Che was afraid that Fang Yiluo would become even more emotional after the doctor arrived, so he asked Wen Song to watch her first, and then returned to the living room. He asked Cheng Xuan in a very low voice: "Ms. Fang, do you have a history of taking medication, or any other psychological illness? Something like bipolar disorder?"

"No!" Cheng Xuan denied immediately, "Brother, what are you thinking? She is just very emotional and has a bad temper. It's no big deal. Today, she saw that I bought a ticket to Chile and didn't tell her in advance. Later, when I was chatting with you, my phone was muted and I didn't receive her call, so she acted a little too aggressively."

"Are you sure you were just a little too extreme?" Cheng Che frowned and said, "Ah Xuan, there are many things I don't want to care about, but you know you can't handle today's matter, so you called me. What about the future? You are not children anymore. I have said many times that as adults, controlling your emotions is a basic principle. If you can't even do this, have you considered your future?"

"I haven't thought about it." Cheng Xuan said helplessly, "I know even without you telling me that my parents won't agree to my marriage to Yiluo. They think her family is too different from ours."

"Mom is not a snobbish person, she doesn't care about your girlfriend's family background." Cheng Che persuaded gently, "Mom and I have also told her that she only hopes that your girlfriend really likes you, has her own pursuits, has no flaws in her personality, and comes from a normal family environment.

She doesn't agree with you dating Miss Fang because she doesn't like Miss Fang's personality. As for why she doesn't like it, I think you can guess the reason."

Cheng Xuan sighed again and said, "But I don't want to break up now."

"I didn't ask you to break up." Cheng Che looked at his childish brother and saw in him the irrational self who used to treat relationships. He rubbed his head and said, "Okay, it's getting late. You can stay at the hotel with Miss Fang, or stay at Dad's house. The housekeeper will bring people to clean up your place tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Cheng Che stood up from the sofa. However, he didn't notice the fragments on the armrest of the sofa and accidentally placed his hand on it. He felt a piercing pain and even he couldn't help but scream out.

Wen Song heard Cheng Che's scream coming from the living room and ran over quickly, almost tripping over the floor lamp. He stumbled to the living room and saw Cheng Che covering his left palm with a tissue, blood flowing, his brows knitted, and his expression extremely painful.

When he saw her, he forced a smile, walked up to her, hugged her with his right hand and said, "It's okay, I'll just disinfect it and put on a Band-Aid, don't worry, honey."

Wen Songcai would not believe what he said. He grabbed his left hand and found that a piece of broken glass had pierced his palm, leaving a three or four centimeter long wound. The bleeding could not be stopped at all.

Wen Song was already very dissatisfied with a series of events that happened tonight, and when he saw Cheng Che was injured, he became even more furious and directly got angry at Cheng Xuan.

"Do you know that your brother has a competition next Friday? How can you let him compete now that his hand is injured?! You are in your twenties and your emotions are still so unstable! You messed up your home and can't handle it yourself, you just call your brother and ask him to clean up the mess! As an adult, can you be responsible for your own actions!"

Cheng Che quickly hugged her, gently stroked Wen Song's back, and comforted her softly, "It's okay, baby, don't be angry, it's nothing, it just looks scary. Don't be angry, okay? A Xuan didn't do it on purpose, and it's not his fault. Don't be angry."

It was the first time Cheng Xuan saw Wen Song angry. He was shocked and said carefully, "I'm sorry, brother... I'm sorry, sister-in-law. I know I was wrong."

"It's good that you know you were wrong." Wen Song was not really angry with Cheng Xuan. What he said just now was just a veiled criticism. He softened his tone and said to him, "I will accompany Che to the hospital. You can handle the rest yourself."

Just at this moment, Fang Yiluo came out and said to Wen Song unceremoniously: "Sister-in-law, if you want to scold me, scold me, don't say anything sarcastic. I will take responsibility for what I did. You female doctors are really not normal."

When Wen Song heard her words, he sneered silently, with a hint of sarcasm in his smile, "Don't worry, I won't bother with people with mental illnesses."

He waved his hand and said to Cheng Che: "I'm talking about it, but it's not a big deal."

(I think you really should call Dr. Meyer)

"Ms. Fang!" Cheng Che endured the pain in his palm and said to Fang Yiluo, "I think you should at least apologize for your behavior today, and apologize to Song Song for your slander just now."

Fang Yiluo became even angrier after hearing what they said, and cried, "What did I do wrong? It was A Xuan who went to Chile without telling me! He did everything without consulting me! He doesn't care about me at all!"

"Ms. Fang, you just said that you would take responsibility for everything that happened today, right?"

After a night of commotion, Cheng Che was already very tired and unhappy. He didn't want to waste time with her anymore, so he said coldly: "The total value of the items and furniture you damaged is over 70 euros. Tomorrow the housekeeper will bring the secretary and the lawyer to calculate the specific amount of compensation. I will have someone send the bill to your address in China, or to your father's company."

After saying that, he glanced at Cheng Xuan and said with a hint of warning, "Keep an eye on her. If anything else happens, I won't care about you anymore."

Wen Song was surprised to hear these words. This was totally unlike what Cheng Che would do. But seeing that his hand was still bleeding, he did not dare to delay and immediately took him to the hospital.