I'm an attack in a wealthy dog-blood novel

I was surprised to see a missed call from a stranger. I don’t know many people, and even fewer people know my number. This number is usually used to contact Mo Ziyao. When I sent a message to ask who the caller was, the caller After a quick call back, I realized that the person opposite was Xiang Qian who asked me out for dinner.

I was puzzled as to what Xiang Qian was up to, whether it was a genuine boyfriend who came to question me or was it just a whim.

It stands to reason that Xiang Qian doesn't love Mo Ziyao, and is entangled with Xing Xiangbei, so why is there any reason to question me, and does Mo Ziyao know about it?

Naturally, I didn't refuse someone's invitation. I'm probably the kind of person who doesn't take things too seriously.

The restaurant that Xiang Qian ordered is a well-known western restaurant, and it is relatively close to the apartment where I live. I ate there by myself. The pomp of the rich is different.

Xiang Qian also chose a seat by the window, and at a glance, he was the only one sitting there. When he saw me, he smiled at me, his face was still very white, and the half of his exposed arm was also very white. I really saw Xiang Qian clearly. Qian's whole body was dazzled from time to time.

Because he is also good-looking, and Mo Ziyao is a different kind of good-looking. Xiang Qian is delicate and fragile, which can arouse pity from others, as if he is a high-level fragile product that others should handle with care.

"This is the second time we met. I didn't have time to talk to you last time. I'm Xiang Qian. I wonder if Ziyao mentioned me?"

Xiang Qian sat and stretched out his hand, looking very gentle, as if he didn't come to question.

I also shook it back, the soft and boneless hand felt different, and after I let go, I sat opposite him.

"I'm Zhao Haiyang, are you feeling better?"

Maybe it was because I was sitting close to him. I smelled the smell emanating from his body. It really had a faint medicinal smell. It was the same smell as I smelled on Mo Ziyao last time. This smell should belong to Xiang Qian .

"It's much better, let's see what you want?"

I simply glanced at the menu and quickly ordered what I wanted.

The meal was served quickly, probably because Xiang Qian was not used to talking while eating, so we were relatively silent until the end of the meal. I ate faster than him, and he seemed to be chewing every bite slowly.

I'm not in a hurry, anyway, I have nothing to do when I go back to the apartment, he stopped after eating a third of it, and smiled at me again when he looked up.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're handsome?"

"A lot."

"Did Ziyao say that too?"

"He didn't say that."

Mo Ziyao hasn't praised me so far, including my face and technique on the bed.

"I thought he said that you are a little different from what I imagined."

"What do you imagine me to be like?"

Xiang Qian smiled again, did not answer this question, but changed the topic to thank me for donating blood for him for so many years, saying that without me, he might have died in a certain past day.

I don’t know why, I chuckled, feeling a little chilled for Zhao Haiyang, Mo Ziyao didn’t disclose any information to Zhao Haiyang, but Xiang Qian knew everything about Zhao Haiyang, it was Mo Ziyao who felt that Zhao Haiyang’s life was not important, and he didn’t deserve to know the truth, Existing only because of Xiang Qian?

"For so many years, we have never met, why do you suddenly want to see me?"

"There is no reason. I just want to see you and say thank you. I think my days are numbered. You should be free after I leave."

From Xiang Qian's eyes, I can see his desolation, even sadness, about the passing of his life.

In the novel, Xiang Qian did not die of disease, but died of suicide. He wrote in his suicide note that he was tired of going to the hospital day after day, tired of the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, and lived like a human. This suicide note is It was for Mo Ziyao, and the other suicide note was for Xing Xiangbei. The author didn't say what it was about.

Xiang Qian bid farewell first, saying that he was rushing back to check with the doctor.

When I parted ways with him and went back to the apartment, I thought it was a weirdly harmonious dinner.