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"Go to the surrogacy agency to see if there is a suitable surrogate mother," Xie Rui explained. "The surrogacy industry in San Diego is legal and well-developed. Both parties must find a professional lawyer to sign a surrogacy agreement."

When Lin Qiao heard this, his face was already pulled down. Xie Rui ignored his expression, and then said to Qiao's mother: "If Mom and Dad are free, let's go together, find a surrogate mother who is eye-catching, and settle down first. You won't be in a hurry."

Before Qiao's mother and father Lin could speak, Lin Qiao frowned and asked, "When will it be?"

Xie Rui turned to look at him: "When you want a child."

"I don't want it," Lin Qiao frowned, and his tone was very firm, "I'm not interested."

Qiao's mother was very upset when she heard his words without leaving any room: "You brought Xie Rui here, and what did you tell us when you said you were going to get married? Do you keep your word?"

"He said he wanted a child." Lin Qiao didn't buy it. "At that time, he just mentioned it to make you happy, but no one took it seriously."

"Your dad and I take it seriously, and so does Xiao Xie," Qiao's mother raised her voice, "Did the family use it to deceive you?!"

"Mom, why are you urging marriage and urging children like those parents who have enough to eat and have nothing to do?"

As soon as Lin Qiao uttered these words, seeing that Qiao's mother was about to get really angry, Xie Rui hurried to smooth things over.

"It's my fault. I haven't discussed this matter with him yet." Xie Rui squeezed Lin Qiao's hand under the table. "Let's go back and discuss it."

The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly turned from warm to tense because of this conversation. Qiao's mother looked at Lin Qiao for a long time, and suddenly her eyes turned red.

"Whether you like men, go abroad to study, or return to China suddenly, did I say the word 'no'?" Qiao's mother said very sadly, "Everything follows you from childhood to adulthood, you are already over 30 , can't you let me go with my heart?"

Lin Qiao sighed, and quickly found a tissue to wipe Qiao's mother's tears.

"I'm not mentally prepared for the child's matter-you let me think about it carefully."

An originally very pleasant family dinner ended hastily like this, and broke up unhappy.

On the way back, as soon as he got in the car, Lin Qiao asked Xie Rui, "Did you communicate with my mother?"

"Of course not," Xie Rui pressed the start button of the car, "but I do want children. When I went to your house for the first time, I told your parents what was in my heart."

Lin Qiao frowned unconsciously: "I don't like children, I'm usually busy enough, I don't need children to make trouble."

Lin Qiao originally thought that Xie Rui would talk about pain and happiness to persuade him, but after a while, Xie Rui replied blankly, "Got it."

The night in early summer was warm and noisy, but the atmosphere in the car suddenly dropped to freezing point.After driving out of the community, the owner of the car drove silently with a cold face.

The passengers in the car obviously couldn't stand such cold violence.

"What are you awkward about?" Lin Qiao felt very anxious, "What are you thinking?"

The accelerator was stepped on by the car owner, Xie Rui said coldly: "I was thinking, if Han Zhao told you about the child, you don't know how happy you would be."

Lin Qiao was enraged by his words: "What did you say?!"

Xie Rui didn't answer him, but just drove the car faster and faster.

The scenery on the side of the road reversed rapidly, the sports car stopped and spun sharply, and passed one slow car after another back and forth.

After being almost thrown out of the seat twice, Lin Qiao said coldly, "Stop the car."

Xie Rui turned a deaf ear.

After loosening the seat belt, Lin Qiao slammed on the car door with his hands.

"parking!!!"

The screeching sound of brakes circled the road, Xie Rui slammed on the brakes and stopped the car on the side of the road.

As soon as the car stopped, Lin Qiao pushed the door open and walked to the street, Xie Rui also got out of the car with a cold face.

"Xie Rui, what's wrong with your brain?" Lin Qiao slammed the car door, pointed at Xie Rui and said, "Han Zhao dropped me off and you're going to think I'm raising a child with him?"

"I'm just stating the facts."

"Fact?" Seeing his calm look, Lin Qiao was annoyed, "We just ran into something while working on a project!"

"I also worked on a project with you, and we got married after doing it," Xie Rui sneered, "He didn't give up at all, he just hoped for your divorce."

"Do you think everyone is acting like you for self-serving?! He doesn't have that much ability to meddle if he wants!"

"What kind of skill does he want?! If I do ten points, it will be enough for him to do one point!"

"you!"

Lin Qiao's mind was churning with countless three-character scriptures. At this moment, he just wanted to have a cigarette to calm down. He habitually touched his pocket but found it was empty.

Damn, he even cares if he can smoke or not!

"Xie Rui, let me tell you that delusion and control freaks are both diseases. If you are sick, go see it," Lin Qiao yelled at him, "If psychotherapy doesn't work, take medicine!"

After yelling, Lin Qiao was still angry, kicked the car door with a "bang", turned around and walked forward after kicking.

After walking a dozen steps, he heard the roar of an engine behind him.

The black sports car kicked up dust all the way, and drove past with a "swish".

■

The hour hand of the bedroom wall clock pointed to twelve, Lin Qiao lay on the bed, eyes wide open in the dark, unable to fall asleep.

It has been more than two hours since he and Xie Rui quarreled on the side of the road, and his mood has transitioned from anger to calm. Now thinking of the angry sports car when he left, he even started to feel a little worried.

I didn't expect that a calm guy like Xie Rui would get angry. He likes to drive fast when he gets angry. If he stops at a bar for a drink and then drives...

The images in Lin Qiao's mind became more and more terrifying.

Just when he couldn't help picking up his phone and turned on the positioning software to see where Xie Rui was, there was the sound of the door opening from the living room.

Lin Qiao was startled, and quickly put the phone back on the bedside table, covered the quilt and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Not long after, the bedroom door was opened, and Xie Rui walked up to him, stood by the bed and watched him for a while by the light of the living room, then turned and went to the bathroom.

After he walked away, Lin Qiao tried to sniff it—fortunately, there was no smell of alcohol.

The light in the bathroom turned on, Xie Rui used the shower room, and came out of the bathroom after ten minutes.

There were rustling sounds in the dark room, Xie Rui changed into his pajamas, lifted the quilt and got into bed from the other side.

Lin Qiao turned his back to him, thinking that this hot war is over, and how long it will take for the next cold war to be over.

"Joe..." The cold back was suddenly pressed tightly by the warm body, Xie Rui hugged his waist, and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry."

These three words were mixed in the fragrance of the shower gel, which immediately softened Lin Qiao's state of preparation for the battle.

Xie Rui rubbed his ear lightly with the tip of his nose, "If you think I'm going to see a psychiatrist, I'll make an appointment."

He took his angry words seriously, and Lin Qiao's heart suddenly softened.

"Where did you drive?" Lin Qiao turned to face Xie Rui, "Did you drive around the streets these few hours?"

Xie Rui shook his head: "I parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car and walked around, and went back to drive after I calmed down."

Lin Qiao breathed a sigh of relief: "In the future, don't drive when you are angry."

Xie Rui nodded, and kissed Lin Qiao's forehead again: "Never again."

Lin Qiao, who couldn't sleep, simply lifted the quilt and sat on the head of the bed: "Want to chat?"

Xie Rui also sat up and groped to hold his hand.

"Han Zhao met me in the project this time, it must have been calculated," Lin Qiao's voice was a little tired, "Before the Kickoff meeting, we didn't know where the client hired a lawyer or an accountant."

Xie Rui listened quietly beside him.

"Not to mention the divorce of the client's boss—the boss approached Han Zhao to negotiate with his wife, probably before Philip introduced the project to me."

Xie Rui let out a "huh".

"And then..." Lin Qiao paused, "Han Zhao not only broke up with me, but also got together with He Jing. They are living a very good life, so don't think about it anymore."

"Joe, after missing you, no one will think that others are better than you." Xie Rui obviously disagreed with his conclusion, "Han Zhao is looking for the shadow of you when you were young in He Jing."

"I'm not that important to him. He just felt a little regretful because I dumped him in the end." Lin Qiao shook his head helplessly, "Besides, what you say is not fair to He Jing."

"Facts are facts, there is no fairness," Xie Rui said, "Actually, I don't care about their relationship at all, I just think you are jealous of He Jing, which makes me a little uncomfortable."

"Jealous?" Lin Qiao felt incredible, "I'm jealous of He Jing?"

Xie Rui didn't speak, just looked at him.

Lin Qiao was defeated by the stare at him.

"Well, maybe it was a little bit the moment they knew about their relationship," Lin Qiao smiled wryly, "It's ridiculous, isn't it? I didn't expect that the boyfriend He Jing was talking about who treated him so well would be Han Zhao. If he had treated me earlier..."

Lin Qiao didn't continue, but Xie Rui understood what he meant.

"Joe, I really hope that when you are young, you meet me instead of Han Zhao."

"Even if we met when we were young, there are nine out of ten we wouldn't be able to get to where we are today." Lin Qiao kissed Xie Rui on the face, "I still remember the bitch your old lover scolded me."

Xie Rui smiled, and kissed back: "What you said is also reasonable, in the eyes of old lovers, I may not be a jerk."

Lin Qiao raised her ring finger and shook the ring in front of Xie Rui a few times: "So we have to cherish our eyes—you put down Han Zhao, and I promise you that I will seriously consider when to have a child."

"Okay," Xie Rui nodded in agreement, and then asked, "Then what about this project? Can it be handed over to someone else?"

Lin Qiao rolled her eyes in her heart, were those words of feelings just for nothing?

"I won't transfer the project to others," Lin Qiao got into the quilt, admiring Xie Rui's troubled face, "but all the work is handed over to the people below, including contacting the boss's divorce lawyer."

■

One, one, one, one o'clock?

He Jing woke up from the sofa, looked at the TV screen that had turned into pitch black, and was surprised to find that it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night.

Huamao walked over to see him curiously. He frantically took out the phone that was under his body, turned on the screen but found no news about Han Zhao.

In the call log, there are only a few calls that I made that were not answered.

He Jing was anxious. Han Zhao had never disappeared like this without any reason. Could it be that something unexpected happened?

Just when he called Han Zhao again, the phone rang outside the door.

He Jing hung up the phone, quickly opened the door, and saw Han Zhao standing outside with his head bowed.

"Where have you been? You don't tell me and you don't answer the phone. Do you know that I'm so worried that I won't be able to sleep..."

The latter words were overwhelmed by Han Zhao's alcohol-smelling kiss. Han Zhao closed the door with his toes, turned He Jing against the door, and kissed him hard.

"Hmm." He Jing was breathless after being kissed, and pushed Han Zhao away.

After taking a big gulp of fresh air, his lips were sealed for the second time. This time, the kiss was rough and skillful. Han Zhao even reached into He Jing's shirt and twirled his nipples with his fingers.

After such a kiss lasted for 30 seconds, He Jing had already put aside the question of why he came home late.

Han Zhao left his lips and chest, and reached out to pinch his chin.

"I want to fuck you, now."

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