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Wu Xia couldn't help yawning on the subway to work.

After the driver Uncle Li took him back to the apartment yesterday, he probably got Qiao Ruige's order to drive the car away. Even if it was not the case, Uncle Li's main job every day was to pick up and drop off Qiao Ruige.

But Wu Xia was a little disappointed when he came out of the apartment building in the morning and didn't see Uncle Li and the car.

He didn't sleep well that night, and had a lot of dreams, back and forth, always dreaming of Qiao Ruige's angry face and his yelling "Hurry up".

When we arrived at the mall, we changed into our uniforms, and the female colleagues who arrived first were already making preparations for the opening.

Wu Xia absently swept the inconspicuous dust on the counter shelves with a feather duster, and heard them discussing something excitedly.

"...My husband's classmate belongs to their company. It is true. The news was suppressed first, but it broke out again today."

"Hey, it can't be about inheritance or something? This year, the old man of the Qiao family was hospitalized, and it was on the news once."

"Then after all, people started fighting for inheritance while they were still there. I think it might be some female star, hehe..."

"Don't tell me, your conjecture is a bit reliable, that Second Young Master Qiao is a famous playboy..."

The few of them gathered together and distanced themselves from Wu Xia. The volume of their gossip was not obstructed in the empty storefront in the morning. No matter how absent-minded Wu Xia was, he still heard a few words because he didn't sleep well. And the heart, which was beating too fast, lost a few more beats.

He straightened the perfume bottles on the counter, and walked towards the small warehouse with a feather duster. When he passed by several female colleagues, he smiled and asked casually, "What are you talking about, so exciting."

"Hey, Xiao Wu, don't you know? It's been rumored on the Internet. It's just that Qiao's group, the board of directors is meeting or something, and they're fighting."

"Yes, yes, the police were alerted."

"It is said that the second young master Qiao made the first move, you know the second young master Qiao?"

Wu Xia didn't say a word, he knew they were just gossiping, they knew Qiao Ershao's name, but they didn't recognize him, otherwise Qiao Ruige had wandered around him several times, and they didn't recognize him.

"Someone posted a video on Weibo, you can search for it yourself."

"Oh," Wu Xia smiled, "I thought it was such a big deal."

He turned around and entered the small warehouse, closed the door and stood there for a while, while the female colleagues outside were still chatting, he threw the feather duster aside, took out his phone and quickly posted on Weibo.

The search keywords yielded more results than he expected, but they were also less popular than what the female colleague said.After all, it was not a celebrity scandal. Apart from the attention of the locals, only a few marketing accounts reposted the video, and the discussions aroused were not very enthusiastic.

Wu Xia casually clicked on a video, prompting that the video had been deleted. He was stunned for a while, and realized that Qiao's operation should be behind the scenes to control public opinion.

He searched for a few more, and finally clicked on a video that he could still watch.

The blogger who uploaded the video wrote, "Come and eat melon from a wealthy family. The specific circumstances are unknown. It is said that a certain young man on the board of directors went crazy and smashed the meeting room and injured people. The police are here. Everyone knows this building. Which one is it?"

The shooting time of the video should have been seven or eight o'clock last night. The camera was first aimed at the police car with red and blue lights flashing in front of the Qiao Group headquarters building. looks like a reporter looking at the camera.

Then the camera of the video turned upwards to capture the well-known appearance of the headquarters building of the Qiao Group. After staying on the LOGO of the Qiao Group for two seconds, it went back down to the gate.

At this time, the waiting police officers seemed to have received a notification from the building and made some moves. The reporters also pointed their cameras at the gate. Soon, seven or eight police officers crowded out from the gate, as if they were surrounded by someone. , hurried to the police car.Followed by some people who looked like Qiao's group executives.

The reporters hurriedly turned on the flash to take pictures, and the photographer of the video also took a few steps forward. Unfortunately, due to the angle problem, the appearance of the person who was surrounded and sent to the police car was not captured.The police officers also got into the car quickly, and the police car blew its siren and drove away.

Some of the reporters surrounded the administrative staff behind, and some of them probably ran to get the car and continued to follow to the police station.

The shooting of the video ended here. The whole video was very short, less than 1 minute in total, and there was no sound, but Wu Xia could recognize that the tall figure surrounded by the police was none other than Qiao Sharp.

Wu Xia was in a panic. He smashed the meeting room and injured people?who hurt?Why did Qiao Ruige beat someone?Why was he so angry yesterday?

His fingers trembled, he called out Qiao Ruige's number and dialed it. Unsurprisingly, there was a reminder that the phone had been turned off.

Wu Xia eagerly wanted to know what happened and how Qiao Ruige was doing now, but he found in a panic that he didn't know who to ask for a while.

The driver, Uncle Li, may be the person he is most familiar with and may know the situation, but he does not have Uncle Li's phone number. As for the others, probably only the team that Qiao Ruige brought to the Qiao Group knows what happened, and the team's The only person Wu Xia had more contact with was Secretary Han.

Yes, Secretary Han.Wu Xia remembered that Secretary Han's number was still stored in her mobile phone, so she hurriedly found it and called.

The call was connected quickly, and Wu Xia hurriedly said, "Hi, Secretary Han, I'm Xiao Wu."

On the other end of the phone, Secretary Han's voice came over after a few seconds: "Hello, what's the matter?"

"I want to ask, you know Qiao Rui... has something happened to Mr. Qiao? He didn't come back all night, and it was said on the Internet that he..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wu," Secretary Han interrupted him with a polite but indifferent voice, "We are inconvenient to disclose Mr. Qiao's personal affairs, please forgive me."

Wu Xia was stunned for a moment, and slowly clenched the phone tightly when he heard the busy tone of hanging up from the phone.

He suddenly realized that in the eyes of others, his relationship with Qiao Ruige could not be whitewashed by a business card of "Life Assistant". What was he?lover?friends with benefits?The little lover you kept?

He was excluded from Qiao Ruige's "private affairs", and he didn't even have the right to intervene.

And it seemed that he couldn't be angry with Secretary Han who made such a cold statement, because even he himself, even when their relationship was so close today, couldn't accurately locate his identity.

I don't know how this day went by, Wu Xia was distracted all day, and finally got off work, he didn't have the energy to squeeze the subway, took a taxi and went straight back to the apartment.

The apartment was still the same as when he left in the morning, and there was no trace of Joe Ruiger returning.

Wu Xia went to take a shower, turned on the TV, and switched to the news channel. It was almost evening news time, and he didn't know what he wanted to see, but he just had a vague feeling that he might see something.

Sure enough, he was not disappointed. After only three news articles were broadcast, the news of "Suspected brawl among the senior management of the Qiao Group, General Manager Qiao Xinda came forward to respond" came out.

It was reported that at an internal meeting of the Qiao Group last night, Qiao Ruige, the vice president who was not involved in the meeting, suddenly broke into the meeting room, beat the general manager Qiao Xinda who was presiding over the meeting, and smashed the meeting room angrily.

It’s just that before these contents, a sentence “According to relevant sources” was added. There is no visual evidence for all the news contents. What was played repeatedly was the small video shot by netizens that Wu Xia saw on Weibo.

Wu Xia frowned, seeing Qiao Xinda appearing in front of the camera.

He still had the stern and stern look, with a neat suit and a calm demeanor. Except for the abrupt band-aid on the left forehead, Qiao Xinda looked the same as usual.

He first apologized to the camera: "A little personal matter alarmed the media and caused trouble for everyone. I'm sorry."

Then the reporter asked: "Is it true that Vice President Qiao injured you and smashed the meeting room in the Internet?"

Qiao Xinda was intriguingly silent for a few seconds, then smiled helplessly, and said, "My brother, it's just a misunderstanding."

"Excuse me, is the injury on your head caused by Vice President Qiao?"

Qiao Xinda touched the band-aid on his forehead: "This..."

The interview ended here, and the secretary beside Qiao Xinda interrupted the interview on the grounds that Mr. Qiao was busy with his work and felt unwell.

Wu Xia turned off the TV. He had a faint feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

He tried to call Qiao Ruige again, but the phone was still turned off.

And this night, Qiao Ruige still did not return.

Another night of restless sleep, Wu Xia woke up from a dream and couldn't fall asleep again.The blackout curtains in the bedroom completely blocked the light from the sky outside. He slept in a daze and couldn't tell the time. He checked his phone and found that it was already past six in the morning.

Being unable to sleep and tossing and turning in bed was also uncomfortable, so Wu Xia simply got up, cooked porridge in the rice cooker, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

I was washing my face when I heard the door knock.

Wu Xia didn't even bother to wipe off the water on her face and hurried out to look, and saw Qiao Ruige walk in the door.

Counting the time, the time they haven't met is actually no more than 48 hours, but Wu Xia somehow feels that some inexplicable changes have taken place in Qiao Ruige.

Qiao Ruige was still wearing the clothes he left the day before yesterday afternoon, his face was a little dark, and there was untreated stubble on his chin. It seemed that he just didn't have a good rest and was a little tired, but Wu Xia knew it was more than that.

He couldn't explain why, but he felt that Qiao Ruige exuded a gloomy but sharp hostility, and he didn't feel afraid, but wanted to go up and hug him.

But Wu Xia didn't go forward, he said calmly as if nothing happened: "Are you back? Have you had breakfast yet?"

Qiao Ruige threw the car keys on the shoe cabinet, took off his coat and threw it on the sofa, and went straight into the bathroom to take a shower.

Wu Xia chased after him: "Hey, I cooked porridge, how about a cold bowl for you?"

Qiao Ruige looked back at him, said "no appetite" and closed the bathroom door.

Wu Xia paused, stood where she was, and after a while slowly turned around and walked towards the kitchen, a cool feeling slowly gushed out from the bottom of her heart.

Qiao Ruige looked at him with extremely cold eyes, as if looking at a stranger.

Watching the porridge being cooked in the kitchen, Wu Xia paid attention to the movement in the bathroom, and heard Qiao Ruige leave the bathroom and go straight into the bedroom. He turned off the fire, took the milk pot down and put it on the heat insulation pad, and added a Stir slowly with a small spoonful of sugar, wait for the milk to cool down, pour it into a glass, and take it to the bedroom.

Unexpectedly, after such a short time, Qiao Ruige fell asleep.

He lay prone on the bed, buried his face in the feather pillow, and threw the quilt around his waist indiscriminately, exposing most of his bare back to the cool air in early autumn.

Wu Xia froze for a moment, walked over and put the milk cup on the bedside table, and helped him pull up the quilt and cover it up.

Qiao Ruige was breathing slowly, already fast asleep.

Wu Xia sat down gently by the bed and looked at Qiao Ruige quietly.

Qiao Ruige, who was asleep, still looked very handsome in profile. Compared with him when he was awake, he was less unrestrained, more gentle and serene, and had no cold eyes.

Wu Xia raised her hand, and lightly brushed Qiao Ruige's forehead and eyebrows with her fingertips, outlining his dark sideburns and sharp jawline, lingering on the corners of her tightly pursed lips for a moment before reluctantly accepting it. Hand, got up, took the cup of hot milk and went out.

About every half hour or so, Wu Xia would go to the bedroom to take a look at Qiao Ruige. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Qiao Ruige slept peacefully, and it seemed that he didn't need to be so worried.

After more than two hours, when Wu Xia walked into the bedroom for the fifth time, he finally saw Qiao Ruige move.

He turned over and became lying on his side, with his right arm stretched out of the quilt, and he muttered something in his mouth, but Wu Xia, who was standing at the door of the bedroom, didn't hear it clearly.

Wu Xia walked over and looked at his exposed right arm. The injury he suffered in the summer, and now even the scars could not be seen. Wu Xia thought of the band-aid on Qiao Xinda's forehead, and felt a twinge in his heart.

I don't know which hand Qiao Ruige used to hit. Although the fracture in this arm is healed, it can break the forehead of a person. The force is not small. If you punch it down, it might hurt the enemy a thousand times. Self-defeating eight hundred.

Wu Xia felt a little distressed.

He held Qiao Ruige's arm and gently rubbed it where it was injured, but he soon realized that something was wrong.

Qiao Ruige's skin is too hot.

This discovery made Wu Xia alert. Looking again, Qiao Ruige's cheekbones were also flushed abnormally. When he stretched out his hand to probe Qiao Ruige's forehead, the temperature was a bit hot. Qiao Ruige, is this, a fever?

Wu Xia gently pushed Qiao Ruige: "Hey."

Qiao Ruige frowned, muttered something vaguely, and suddenly turned over and lay flat, his head rubbed restlessly on the pillow, and he suddenly shouted: "Go away!"

Wu Xia's fingertips trembled, and she held Qiao Ruige's shoulder: "Qiao Ruige, wake up, wake up."

I don't know if the action of pressing the shoulders made Qiao Ruige feel threatened in the dream. He swung his arms violently and shouted clearly again: "Get out!"

Fortunately, Wu Xia reacted quickly and dodged his sudden elbow, but he didn't dare to be careless.

Wu Xia knelt down on the edge of the bed, grabbed Qiao Ruige's wrists with both hands, bent down and pressed her arms on Qiao Ruige's body, and then shouted again: "Qiao Ruige, wake up, wake up! It's me, You open your eyes and look at me."

These big movements finally made Qiao Ruige calm down, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Are you awake? Look at me, do you recognize who I am?" Wu Xia asked worriedly, frowning.

Qiao Ruige's eyes were out of focus for a long time, and after a while, his eyes gradually regained some clarity. He looked into Wu Xia's eyes and said hoarsely, "Wu Xia."

Wu Xia breathed a sigh of relief, but now he was half-pressing on Qiao Ruige's body, touching his skin, and felt that Qiao Ruige's body temperature was abnormal.

He said: "You have a fever, is there any discomfort? Otherwise I will rush you to the hospital, you are too hot."

Qiao Ruige closed his eyes, did not give a clear answer but his body began to struggle and twist.

"Hey, don't move, don't move, you..."

Wu Xia is depressed, Qiao Ruige is such a big man, he has a fever and is not sober at the moment, and he is full of brute force, how could he suppress it, Qiao Ruige got out of the trap without struggling twice, but his wrist Hooped tightly.

Wu Xia hurriedly said soft words: "Okay, okay, don't go to the hospital, can I call the doctor?"

"No." Qiao Ruige slightly opened his eyes and looked at him warningly.

Wu Xia sighed: "Then let go, I'll go out and buy you some medicine."

"No." Qiao Ruige said while increasing the strength in his hands.

Wu Xia was speechless. Others were sick and had a fever because they were weak. Why did this person do it the other way around?

"Aren't you afraid of becoming a fool?" Wu Xia frightened him, "Your face is burning red, do you know how hot you are?"

Qiao Ruige pulled Wu Xia to lie down with all his strength, surrounded him with his hands and feet, and said domineeringly, "No, just no."

Wu Xia rolled her eyes, what the hell is wrong with this young master?

Wanting to argue with him again, she turned her head, only to see that the young master had slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

After all, he had a fever, Qiao Ruige sleepy Wu Xia for a while, his hands and feet let go after a deep sleep.

Wu Xia got up quickly, scratched his head and thought about it, and found out the medicine box. Fortunately, there was still half a bottle of alcohol in it.

Qiao Ruige stubbornly refused to call the doctor, and he was not allowed to go out to buy medicine, and he didn't dare to buy medicine for him casually, so he could only use alcohol to rub his body, which is a simple way to cool down.

The local method has been passed down for so long, so it is naturally useful.

After wiping it about five or six times, Qiao Ruige's body temperature finally dropped slowly, and Wu Xia secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

He went to wash his hands, came back and sat by the bed, stretched out his hand and tried the temperature on Qiao Ruige's forehead with the back of his hand.

Qiao Ruige, who had been sleeping all this time, moved again.

He grabbed Wu Xia's hand and murmured, "Don't go."

Wu Xia was startled, with tenderness in his eyes.He lay down slowly, put his arms around Qiao Ruige gently, patted Qiao Ruige on the back like coaxing a child, and said, "I won't go, go to sleep."

Qiao Ruige woke up this time, it was almost evening, he turned over and sat up, there was no one else beside him except the messy quilt.

He felt a little soft in his body, and his stomach was so empty that there were rumbling sounds.

Lifting the quilt and getting out of bed, he walked out of the bedroom, and saw Wu Xia put a plate of cold side dishes on the table and put it away.

"Are you awake?" Wu Xia looked at his face, seeming relieved, "I've cooled the porridge for you, should you eat now or take a bath first?"

Qiao Ruige waved his hand, turned and went to the bathroom.

When he came out, Wu Xia had already served him porridge, and a small piece of fermented bean curd was picked on the porridge.

Qiao Ruige was not too polite, he sat down and drank the porridge, he was really hungry, a little fermented bean curd, a little cold dish whetted his appetite, he finished a bowl of porridge quickly, without waiting Wu Xia started and filled another bowl by herself.

Wu Xia was not in a hurry to eat, and sat aside and turned on the TV. Before the TV screen fully rang, she heard the sound first.

"Is it true that Vice President Qiao injured you and smashed the meeting room in the internet?"

Wu Xia was taken aback for a moment, and immediately remembered that this was exactly the question that the reporter asked Qiao Xinda in the news last night.

Sure enough, as the TV screen rang, Qiao Xinda's face appeared in front of the camera, and he said, "My brother, it's just a misunderstanding."

"Shut it off." Qiao Ruige said in a cold voice.

Wu Xia immediately turned off the TV.

He looked at Qiao Ruige, worried and cautiously asked: "What's going on?"

Qiao Ruige didn't answer, put down the bowl, wiped his mouth, got up and went back to the bedroom.

Not long after, Qiao Ruige, who looked refreshed after changing his clothes, came out of the bedroom and went straight to the door.

Wu Xia squeezed her fingers, and her lower lip turned white from being bitten.

He worried for two days, couldn't eat, couldn't sleep well, finally Qiao Ruige came back, but he refused to reveal a word to him.

This feeling of being ignored made him aggrieved.

Even more sad.

A few hours ago, Qiao Ruige, who had a fever and held his hand and whispered to him "Don't go", seemed like a false illusion.

Seeing that Qiao Ruige had already picked up the car keys and walked to the door, Wu Xia bit his lip, trying to make his voice sound as if nothing had happened, and asked, "Are you coming back at night?"

Qiao Ruige rested his hand on the doorknob, lowered his head slightly, and was thinking about something. He stood for a while without looking back at Wu Xia, and said, "No. You don't have to follow me these days. You can arrange your own time."

Wu Xia frowned, and was about to ask again, when Qiao Ruige opened the door and walked out.

"Bang", the sound of closing the door was not loud, but it sounded like a loud bang to Wu Xia's ears.

He sat at the table for a long time, looked down at his right hand resting on his lap, and slowly clenched a weak fist.