Yan Gou

The more Song Tang thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. He asked someone to go to the publishing house where Jiang Bailu worked, and the result he brought back was that Jiang Bailu and Tong Wei had a personal relationship, and he once helped Tong Wei take private photos.At this moment, recalling the matter of asking Jiang Bailu to inquire about the relationship between Cen Ge and Tong Wei a few months ago, he suddenly felt that he had been completely played.

He asked about Cengo's recent movements on WeChat, but the private detective he estimated had never seen Tong Wei around Cengo.Song Tang thought about it, and sent a photo of Jiang Bailu to him. He suppressed his impatience and asked, "What about this person? Have you seen him?"

In the next second, he was told that not only did he see each other often, but he also saw him staying at Cengo's house several times.Song Tang had blue veins on his forehead, and he said bitterly, "You lied and didn't report it?"

The private detective was stunned for a second, "Didn't you just need to keep an eye on the woman who appeared next to Mr. Cen?"

"Idiot!" Song Tang yelled, and with a livid face, he raised his phone and threw it against the wall.

He has always been conceited, he only thinks that he is as straight as Ceng Ge, and even women are hard to get close to, not to mention who else can break Ceng Ge apart from him, but he doesn't want Jiang Bailu to appear out of nowhere.Song Tang picked up the mobile phone with a cracked screen and opened the contact directory in the mobile phone with a dark look in his eyes.

Jiang Bailu regretted it after returning home.After all, whether it's a new watch or an old watch, it's all... He sighed rather annoyed, turned around and found that he had left his coat in the dressing room.

As for the wallet in the coat, it was also left in the dressing room.Thinking that the other party would most likely open his wallet, Jiang Bailu's eyes narrowed slightly.In the next second, he belatedly remembered that the private photo he had put in his wallet had been taken away by Cengo in the restroom of the restaurant a few months earlier.

Jiang Bailu felt relieved, and received a call from Song Tang in the evening, asking him to meet him in a cafe in the city center the next day.Jiang Bailu wanted to refuse, but remembered from the insinuation in the other party's words that he seemed to have casually promised Song Tang and Ceng Ge, so he complied.

When going out the next day, Jiang Bailu found an old wallet from the glove box.The wallet was bought when he was in college in the United States, and it was a couple's wallet with his ex-boyfriend.Jiang Bailu used it up, but he still couldn't bear to throw it away.When I returned to China years ago, I accidentally stuffed my wallet in the suitcase and dragged it back to China from the other side of the ocean.

He opened the wallet to put credit cards and banknotes into the interlayer, but unexpectedly found that there was still a photo of his ex-boyfriend inside.Jiang Bailu wanted to take out the faded and yellowed photo, but after looking down at the photo for a while, he hesitated for a second, and let the photo stay in his wallet.

He can't just focus on the current stability without considering the future, no matter how big or small, no matter how serious, things always have to be resolved.He shouldn't spend the rest of his life developing such ironic jealousy towards Cengo's watch or other old items without the other party knowing about it.

In the cafe in the afternoon, the sun shines, the mellow coffee and the sweetness of the cake are mixed in the air, and the gentle and lazy French songs linger in my ears for a long time.

Jiang Bailu took off his dark thin coat and hung it on the back of the chair. With a smile on his lips, he turned to talk to the waiter standing by the table who was in charge of ordering.

Song Tang took a sip of coffee gracefully, raised his chin slightly, and his eyes fell on his face from top to bottom with an unclear expression.

Jiang Bailu finished ordering, and happened to bump into Song Tang's dark eyes when he turned his head.He thought about it for a while, then looked away casually, called the waiter back, and consulted a little about the membership system in the cafe.

The waiter dutifully spoke carefully, and Jiang Bailu listened patiently for a while, before interrupting him with a slight raise of his hand, "Then please help me get a membership card."

The waiter nodded, "Please provide your phone number and last name."

Jiang Bailu reported these to him as promised, took out the wallet from the coat pocket on the back of the chair behind him, tilted his wrist slightly downward, opened the wallet in front of Song Tang, took out a credit card and handed it to the waiter.

Ever since he took a seat across from him, Song Tang has been staring at his every move without taking his eyes off.At this moment, he naturally caught a glimpse of half a photo in the wallet in his hand.The photos that can be carried close to the body in the wallet are nothing more than relatives or lovers.Jiang Bailu is the only son of the Jiang family and has no siblings.The young silhouette on the photo is even less likely to be an elder in the family.

He sneered to himself, thinking that before he even opened his mouth, Jiang Bailu would show his feet.Song Tang temporarily suppressed the idea of ​​pressing the other party, but lowered his eyes ironically, and stirred the coffee in the cup expressionlessly.

After Jiang Bailu completed the membership card, he put the wallet back into his coat pocket, and seeing that Song Tang didn't intend to ask questions, he played with his phone without haste.

The waiter came to deliver coffee on the way, Jiang Bailu seemed a little thirsty, put down his phone hastily, picked up the coffee in the plate, and delivered it to his mouth, but his lips trembled slightly due to the burn.The dark brown liquid slid down the rim of the cup, dripped onto the neckline of his clothes, and seeped into the fabric of the clothes at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving dried dark stains.

Jiang Bailu was slightly taken aback, and hastily put down the coffee cup in his hand.The delicately patterned porcelain cup collided roughly into the disk, making a crisp and piercing sound.Song Tang seemed to have just noticed the movement he made, and raised his head unhurriedly, with a slight displeasure floating on his face.

Jiang Bailu also frowned unhappily. He didn't even bother to pick up the mobile phone by the table, so he hurriedly got up and walked towards the bathroom.Song Tang put away the expression on his face, recalled his rude behavior when drinking coffee, gave a light snort of extreme disdain, got up and touched his wallet in his coat.

When his eyes glanced at the worn and old scratches on the wallet, Song Tang raised the corners of his mouth mockingly again.Then endured the discomfort in his heart and opened the wallet.But soon, he was full of stratagems

Emotions, but turned into surprise and weirdness after seeing the photo clearly.

The old photos are seriously faded, and the color of the clothes and pants of the people in the photos can hardly be distinguished.The person in the camera does not have a frontal face, only a side face, but just by looking at the side face, it can be easily seen that the younger side face is very similar to Cengo——

It's just similar.

Song Tang's eyes fell on the man's worn-out cheap overalls, and he concluded without any hesitation that the person in the photo was definitely not Cengo.Song Tang's expected plan fell through again. He pinched the photo with a cold face and remained silent for a while. When he raised his eyes again, instead of showing any displeasure or anger, he unabashedly overflowed with excitement. color.

Upon closer inspection, the excitement was mixed with a hint of ruthlessness.

When Jiang Bailu returned to his seat, Song Tang glanced at him unhurriedly, condescendingly asking about matters related to Cengo.However, the answers he got were without exception that there was neither Tong Wei nor other suspicious women around Cengo.

Song Tang, who had already learned the truth, said "Really" in a light tone, without showing any emotion on his face, but in his heart he had already delayed the person sitting opposite him hundreds of times in his heart.He seemed dissatisfied with such an answer, took a sip of coffee with a displeased expression, stood up as if his patience was exhausted, and said condescendingly: "In this case, let's stop here today. I still have something to do, let's go first gone."

Jiang Bailu watched his back walk out of the cafe, lowered his eyes to browse through the news pushed on the WeChat interface from beginning to end, then put down his phone, and calmly put the coat on the back of the chair on his lap, Take out the wallet in your pocket, open it and take a look——

The photo of the ex-boyfriend that was supposed to be lying in the middle of the wallet had disappeared.

After leaving the cafe, Song Tang drove straight to the front of Cen's headquarters building.The security guard on duty in the lobby knew the young master of the Song family, so naturally he didn't dare to stop him.When he passed by, the receptionist picked up the phone and called the assistant president's office.

Song Tang took the elevator all the way to the upper floor without hindrance, but was stopped outside Cengo's office.He frowned displeasedly, raised his voice and asked, "You don't know me?"

The assistant said respectfully: "I know."

Song Tang showed impatience, "Since we know each other, you still dare to stop me?"

The assistant's voice was calm: "President Cen is busy with affairs, so please ask Young Master Song to wait in the reception room first."

Song Tang suppressed the anger in his heart, as if remembering something, instead the corners of his mouth curled up a little weirdly, but the smile was not as deep as his voice and eyes, "Tell Cengo that I have something important to give him, It was taken from Jiang Bailu."

Two minutes later, Song Tang obtained permission from Cengo as he wished.The assistant invited the arrogant and domineering young master of the Song family into the CEO's office, turned around and closed the door to exit.He held the ceramic water cup and walked towards the tea room. When he came back after receiving the water, he saw Song Tang coming out of the president's office, with his chin raised high, and he walked past him without squinting, but the corner of his mouth was filled with pride. A smile that is triumphant and inevitable.

And the whole process only took a few minutes.

The assistant suppressed the faint confusion in his heart, walked lightly towards the office with the door concealed, and before he had time to raise his hand to knock on the door, and when he asked the people inside for any instructions, he heard the dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground from inside the door .

At the same time, the half-closed door in front of the assistant was pulled open, and the frosty face of the immediate boss came into view.He froze in place and didn't dare to vent his anger. It wasn't until after the other party left that he belatedly glanced at the CEO's office——

a mess.

The always calm and composed assistant was stunned.It wasn't a recent incident that the young master of the Song family harassed Cengo.But he had never seen Cengo so angry.

Cengo sat in the dimly lit car, smashed the car keys on the center console roughly, leaned over and took out the lighter and cigarette case in the car.The sound of ignition sounded, and the red light spots between the fingers flickered in the car, and the gray-white smoke filled the air, and the man's face was hidden in it.

After he finished smoking one cigarette, he lit a second one, only then could he feel that the anger burning in his lungs was gradually subsiding.Cen Ge kept holding the photo Song Tang gave him in his hand. At this moment, he calmed down a little, and when he looked down at the photo in his hand, he felt that his anger was faintly resurgent.

The flame burned all the way along his blood vessels, enveloping his heart from the outside to the inside, making his cold blood sizzling, making his heart swell faintly, suffocating his remaining It was unbelievable that it burned completely, revealing the chilling truth in Homura's heart.

There is absolutely no need for a second look at the photos.As early as when Song Tang handed over the photo in the office, when his gaze flitted across the face of the person in the photo, he immediately believed the other person's words——

Even if Song Tang has ulterior motives.

Although the person in the photo resembles him, it is not him.He has never taken a picture like this.

However, what made him make a choice was not only Song Tang's one-sided words and a photo that appeared out of nowhere, but more because of the photo that Song Tang handed over, those memories that slowly surfaced in his past memories. minutiae.

At that time, when I thought about it, I just thought it was unbelievable, but now when I saw the photo, I realized that it was so.

A few months ago, when Jiang Bailu came to Cen's interview for an interview, Cengo subconsciously found the photo of his ex-boyfriend strange and familiar.Looking back now, I realized that it was a vaguely familiar feeling like seeing myself in the mirror.

However, the naked back of the person in the camera is clean, without any tattoo marks.

The photo confiscated from Jiang Bailu was also the same.At one point, he mistakenly thought that it was a photo secretly taken by the other party while he was sleeping, and after confiscating it, he put it in the middle of the wallet.At this time, he pulled out the photo with a gloomy expression, and when he glanced down again, he easily found the difference between the arrangement of the sexy suite in the photo and that of Chunxiaoyiji.

He tore up the photo with a livid face.

It was only then that he realized that Jiang Bailu was lying on his bed and calling his ex-boyfriend by his name, not only because of his ex-boyfriend's old love, but also because of his face with similar outlines, which made him feel confused when he was in a daze. I mistakenly thought I saw my ex-boyfriend who had been separated for many years.

Jiang Bailu would not do such a stupid thing as calling out his ex-boyfriend's name on other men's beds. From the first time they met, Jiang Bailu had taken a fancy to his face.That's why, when he saw himself, he showed such a real surprise that he was caught off guard.

Cengo raised the corners of his lips ironically, his eyes were as dark as stagnant water.

After drinking the coffee in his cup, Jiang Bailu picked up his coat, got up, paid the bill and left.As taxis came and went on the street, Jiang Bailu raised his hand to stop an empty car, and when he got into the co-pilot, he blurted out the address of Yujingyuan.

His heart was like a mirror, the photo that disappeared from his wallet must have been taken by Song Tang.After Song Tang took something, he would go to Ceng Ge.No matter how the other party discredited him in front of Cengo, Cengo would naturally recognize the person in the photo after looking at the photo, and then he would turn around and look for him.

However, even though the thoughts in his mind were clear, he was still restless.There are always variables in everything, even if he has a better way, he can still choose to confront and explain face-to-face with Cengo.However, if Song Tang could be completely given up with this photo, it would be the best ending.

Thousands of thoughts flashed in his mind, Jiang Bailu stared blankly at the passing street outside the car window, and his hands were already slightly sweaty.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, when the door opened from the entrance, Jiang Bailu was sitting in the living room watching TV.The grand and splendid afterglow of the setting sun penetrates through the window and spreads silently on the ground.He saw the man walk into the living room with a blank face, paused slightly when he caught a glimpse of him sitting on the sofa, and then walked past the jumping golden spots on the ground without looking back, walked to the refrigerator and bent down to get a drink of water.

Jiang Bailu sat on the sofa and waited for a while, but he didn't expect Cengo's question about the photo. He turned off the TV, got up and walked towards the other party. Finally, he stopped at a position three or two steps away from Cengo, and asked tentatively. : "Are you still angry?"

Cengo turned his back to him, and kept his head up to drink water as if he didn't hear anything, and didn't answer.

The head didn't answer him either.

Jiang Bailu was a little puzzled. After thinking about it, he felt that the matter of the watch hadn't turned the page, so he lowered his voice and assured him, "Don't worry, I won't take your watch again in the future."

Cengo was silent for a second, put down the bottled water in his hand, closed the refrigerator and turned around, raised his eyelids to look at him, his eyes seemed to be ice-cold, but also seemed to have uncontrollable fire.

Jiang Bailu's attention fell on his empty wrist, and he didn't even have the heart to think about the photos and the showdown, so he asked in surprise, "Where's your watch?"

There was a strong irony in Cengo's eyes, "It's taken off."

"It was taken off yesterday. It was a watch of unknown origin. Even I couldn't explain why I kept carrying it. Even if the ring my mother left me before she died that year was lost, it couldn't keep up with the fact that the watch was stolen." How much do I care when other people touch you." The man lowered his voice, his eyes were dark and deep, "until I quarreled with you yesterday."

He slowly raised the corners of his lips, but there was a coldness in his pupils, "If it wasn't for yesterday, I wouldn't know, so I care more about arguing with you than having that watch picked up without your permission." .”

The man's tone paused slightly, and the dark tide in his cold amber pupils was rising and falling, as if something was about to break through the shackles and spew out.However, in the next second, he lowered his eyes to suppress the waves in his eyes, and his tone became cold: "You told me back then, why did you like me?"

Jiang Bailu was stunned, recalling his excuse at the time, and said in silence for a second: "Love at first sight. You know," he thought about the emotion in the other party's words, a little puzzled, but still calmly said Lowering his eyes, he added slowly, "I like good-looking ones—"

"Love at first sight? Shit love at first sight." Cengo interrupted Jiang Bailu, dragged his wrist and pressed him against the wall, the coldness in his pupils sank, replaced by raging fire that could no longer be restrained Burning rage, and eyes that were faintly red when the rage reached its peak.As if wanting to eat his flesh and swallow his blood, he gnashed his teeth every word, "Jiang Bailu, are you fucking thinking of me as your ex-boyfriend's substitute?"