little widow

Shi Qi is a typical example of being able to shine brightly when given a little sunshine.

Gong Xingchuan slapped his butt, and felt it was funny again.

The night before, I was so sad that I was about to die, but I found a trace of love and I was able to live tenaciously.

Can't tell if it's too strong or too fragile.

But living with love, apart from pleasing Gong Xingchuan, has no benefit.

Gong Xingchuan let Shi Qi go to take a shower, then picked up his phone and focused on Shi Qi's Weibo profile picture.

His Xiaoqi should stand on the best stage and shine the brightest.

In the afternoon, Shi Xi flew to Lishui City alone, while Gong Xingchuan stayed and went to the old city.

As early as when they first met, Gong Xingchuan checked Shi Xi's life experience.

Shi Qi's father, Shi Xiangguo, was an electrician when he was young. He broke his waist because of an accident within a few years of working. Although running and jumping is fine, it is impossible to continue working at heights.

Shi Qi's mother, Ding Xin, had a hemorrhage during childbirth, and lived in a small cheap clinic without treatment from the health system, so the root cause of the disease fell.

Neither of them had a criminal record, and they even had a few active calls to the police.

"Mr. Gong, do you think there is something wrong with Shi Qi's parents?" He Lan couldn't help asking, "Why?"

Judging from the information found, they are indeed no problem.

But Gong Xingchuan remembered what Shi Qi cried and said: "They all said I was disgusting."

"They" refers not only to Gong Kai, but also to Shi Xiangguo and Ding Xin.

"He Lan, sometimes, even if parents educate their children too much, the police will not care about it." Gong Xingchuan flicked his slender fingers across the phone and checked the time.

The plane hadn't landed yet, and Shi Qi didn't send a message.

"Mr. Gong, you mean... Shi Qi's parents have had a bad influence on him in terms of education?" He Lan didn't know that Shi Qi was injured, but he was keenly aware of an unusual aura.

"It's possible." Gong Xingchuan closed his eyes.

In the eyes of businessmen, the old city is a piece of fertile ground.Bury a proposal, and earn a lot of money in the blink of an eye.

But some soil, no matter how much fertilizer is applied, is still barren.

The Tongzilou where Shixi used to live is such a place. It is sandwiched between several new communities that have been developed, like phlegm spit out by someone, sticking disgustingly to the city's territory.

People from the city government came to plan many times, and the walls were painted with bright red "demolition", but various follow-up problems followed: resettlement housing, compensation... and wave after wave of people were scared away.

The insatiable aborigines greedily stare at everything outside the wall, guarding the only one-acre three-point land, like a giant dragon guarding treasure.

But they are the only ones in the whole world who still feel that they have not been abandoned.

Gong Xingchuan's car couldn't drive into the narrow alleys, so he could only look at the mottled tube buildings through the window glass.

Many years ago, Gong Xingchuan came here once.

At that time, in his eyes, Shi Qi was still a poor student with a bad temper and good looks.

Coinciding with the Mid-Autumn Festival, Gong Xingchuan took Shi Qi home as a matter of course.

Sulked, Shi Xi huddled by the car door without saying a word, clutching a bag of Wangwang Snow Cakes he found somewhere, crackling the packing bag while shaking his legs absent-mindedly.

"I want to tell my parents a happy Mid-Autumn Festival when I get home." Gong Xingchuan put the tablet on his lap and told him lightly, "Don't mess around."

"Who cares about them?"

"Xiaoqi, no matter how much you don't like them, they have been kind to you in nurturing you." Gong Xingchuan only regarded him as a rebellious child, ignoring the injury in his eyes.

Thinking of these, Gong Xingchuan's heart sank slightly.

"He Lan, ask two people." Gong Xingchuan withdrew his gaze, "The residents in this kind of place don't move around very much. Even if it happened many years ago, they still remember it."

He Lan got out of the car in response.

There was dark green water flowing beside the dirty sewer. He Lan walked around in high heels, and finally came to the downstairs of Tongzi, but was stopped by two middle-aged men in tattered coats.

"Who are you looking for?" There was dialect in the vigilant question.

He Lan smiled slightly, and lied: "I am a consultant of Gongshi Real Estate, and my surname is He."

When the middle-aged man heard that He Lan was a consultant sent by the developer, his eyes lit up: "So, our place is going to be demolished?"

He Lan lowered her head and flipped through the documents, shaking her head coldly: "I can't decide until I finish the evaluation."

"Then...Miss He, what is an evaluation?"

"Assessment?" He Lan frowned impatiently, "I just came to investigate in advance whether there are any residents with criminal records in your place, and whether there will be nail households during the demolition!"

The middle-aged man quickly waved his hands and patted his chest to assure: "No, Miss He, absolutely not!"

He Lan asked again: "Is there anyone jumping over the building here?"

"No!"

"What about fighting?"

"Fight? Fights happen wherever there are people... But no one died, and the police were never called!"

"Who is fighting?" He Lan asked casually.

The middle-aged man gave two rustic names, and then pointed casually: "Here, that old man, if you don't beat us, educate your son."

Walking unsteadily from under the wall was Shi Xiangguo who was drunk.

"When you were old, why didn't you live in the big house your son bought for you?" Someone shouted loudly.

Shi Xiangguo scolded a few indistinct swear words: "Unlucky, who wants to live in the house he bought? A bitch who sells her ass for money, I don't care about his money!"

Malicious laughter erupted from the crowd.

"What's going on here?" He Lan asked patiently.

"Hey, Ms. He, don't you read the news?" The middle-aged man pressed the phone screen with greasy fingers, "The most popular star recently, Shi Qi, is our old son."

"biological?"

"Of course it's my own, not my own. You can't beat me like that when I was a child? Don't you want your child to become a dragon?"

"Hit your son?" He Lan realized that she had gotten to the crux of the question, and hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"

The middle-aged people don't take it seriously: "The child is young, disobedient, and has a bad temper when he is old. It is normal to hit him twice."

"When was that?"

"Many years ago, the kid seldom came home after high school. People in our building thought he had gone to work in other places! Who knew that in a blink of an eye, he would get rich and start acting in TV dramas."

"...Oh, by the way, I don't know how many times he has been fucked by his father and son. No wonder he looked down on his money when he was old!"

"...Yo, father and son? After serving the old one, and then serving the young one, I don't know if he will be thrown back later, let's..."

He Lan's hand holding the document tightly, could not listen anymore, turned and walked away.

Gong Xingchuan was sitting in the car, seeing He Lan's expression, he already knew it in his heart.

"Mr. Gong, it was my negligence." He Lan lowered her head guiltily, "The investigation is not sufficient, I don't know that Shi Qi's father is such a person."

"No, it's my fault." Gong Xingchuan closed his eyes wearily.

What kind of hell did he throw Shi Qi into?

"Mr. Gong..."

"Since you know which direction to look for, let's go." Gong Xingchuan ordered in a low voice, his cold eyes revealed a gentle light because of the WeChat message from Shi Qi.

- Uncle, I'm here.

-Tired?

- Not tired, I met Lu Hang when I got off the plane, he got angry when he saw me!

-Ok?

-He's jealous that I'm so popular!

Through the mobile phone, Gong Xingchuan could feel the pride of Shi Qi.

"Lu Hang, to be honest, even if you kiss me forcefully now, you won't be on the trending list." Shi Xi put his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and smiled faintly, "I think it's not bad if you force kiss Pei Yun."

Lu Hang rubbed his hair angrily: "What's the use of kissing? Now that I'm in the same frame as Pei Yun, I will be scolded and fired as CP by black fans. Even if I really get photographed kissing, no one will believe it!"

"Are you really together?" Shi Qi blinked, took out a lollipop from his pocket, and puffed out his cheeks.

"It's your size..." Lu Hang walked out of the airport dejectedly, followed Shi Qi into the car driven by Chen Han.

Pei Yun was also there, holding the newly written sheet music, reading it one after the other.

Lu Hang and Shi Xi got together and chatted.

Lu Hang said: "You don't know how worried I was for you when I saw the photos of Gong Xingchuan and Cen Jin in the hot search."

"Yeah." Shi Xi ate the lollipop wholeheartedly.

Lu Hang asked him for one: "Strawberry...why do you taste strawberry in everything? By the way, do you think Cen Jin did it on purpose?"

"It's hard to say." Shi Qi lowered his eyes, "I only met him once."

The gunpowder side.

"Haven't seen it yet?"

He said: "Even if we have met each other and hate each other, it is not necessarily his doing. It is not the first day you are in the circle, and most of you are getting into trouble."

"That's right." Lu Hang sighed, "Anyone who thinks about Gong Xingchuan is ready to move now."

"Don't just talk about me, what do you think about this recording?"

"What else can I think? Pei Yun means..." Before Lu Hang finished speaking, Chen Han who was driving suddenly stepped on the brakes.

The people in the car rushed forward due to inertia.

"Shiqi!" In a panic, Lu Hang grabbed his arm, for fear that he would bump into the front seat.

Shi Qi hugged his head instinctively, but his eyes went dark because of the violent collision.

When Gong Xingchuan received Chen Han's call, he had just walked out of the company.

At six o'clock in the evening, during the rush hour, employees kept coming out of the office building and sizing up the man in the suit from afar.

"Car accident?" Gong Xingchuan suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyelids twitched violently, "You say it again?"

"Mr. Gong, someone is hiding in the green belt. When our car approached, he rushed out."

"Crash?"

"No, almost."

"What about him?"

Chen Han hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Shi...hit his head and woke up after being dizzy for a while."

"Is it important?" Gong Xingchuan turned around resolutely, returned to the company with a cold face, and took the elevator directly to the underground garage where the sports car that Gong Xingchuan seldom drove was parked.

"I've already seen a doctor, and the doctor said it's okay." Chen Han asked, "Do you want Mr. Shi to call you?"

"Well, let him answer the phone."

Shi Qi, who was sitting on the hospital bed swaying his legs in boredom, answered the phone: "Uncle."

"Where is the injury?" Gong Xingchuan opened the car door with one hand.

"It wasn't hurt, just bumped into it, and it was dark for a while." Shi Qi replied obediently, "It doesn't matter at all."

"Why doesn't it matter?" Gong Xingchuan closed the car door, "Hospitalized for observation for a few days."

How could Shi Qi, who was about to start recording a variety show, stay in the hospital honestly?

He gave a perfunctory "um" a few times, hung up the phone, and ran out of the hospital regardless of Chen Han's obstruction.

And Gong Xingchuan on the other end of the phone naturally guessed that Shi Qi would not be obedient.

The man put down his phone, put on his seat belt, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed out of the underground garage amidst the roar of the engine.