Panguan

When I heard it: "?"

When Xia Qiao saw that his brother had been fooled, he immediately came to the conclusion before the other party could react: "In short, this is a treasure, you deserve it."

Upon hearing this, the soul asked: "How much?"

Xia Qiao: "Well..."

When I heard it: "If you don't buy it, you have no money."

Xia Qiao immediately said: "Boss Xie will move in as soon as possible."

So, without doing anything, Xie Wen was burdened with an innocent little life and an innocent mobile phone. And before the weekend came, he received too frequent greetings from the second "disciple" of the Shen family - four phone calls.

The last call was on Friday night, not very late, and a normal person would have just finished dinner.

Xia Qiao wanted to confirm with Xie Wen the time to meet tomorrow.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered. The person who spoke was not Xie Wen, but Lao Mao.

I don’t know why, but Lao Mao’s voice was very low, as if he was nervous about something.

Xia Qiao was stunned for a moment: "Uncle Mao, what's wrong with you? Where's Boss Xie?"

Wen Shi was sitting on the sofa in the living room with his legs bent. There was a variety show on the TV, which was noisy. His eyes fell on the screen, listening to some unfamiliar words and phrases in it, but his attention was on Xia Qiao.

Hearing Xia Qiao's words, he raised his eyelids and turned to look over.

Xia Qiao consciously switched to hands-free.

Lao Mao's hesitant voice came from the mobile phone: "Boss... there's something wrong with the boss."

Something happened again?

When Wen Shi remembered the scene when he went to Xiping Garden last time, Xie Wen said that he was too cold and didn't want to go out to meet people, so he asked Lao Mao to treat the visitors like this.

But you don’t have to go out to answer the phone, right?

Mysterious.

I thought when I heard it.

On the other end of the phone, Dazhao or Xiaozhao asked from a distance: "Old Mao, come quickly - are you working?"

"Answer the phone." Lao Mao hurried downstairs, his feet making a clicking sound on the wooden stairs, but he quickly stepped lightly.

"Whose phone number?"

Lao Mao clicked his tongue.

He may have accidentally pressed the sound receiver with his finger, and the subsequent words were muffled and blurry, making it impossible to hear clearly. I just feel that the atmosphere there is a bit strange. Seems...cautious.

When I heard it, I seemed to hear my own name, but it was too vague and it didn't look like it. He must have misheard it. After all, he had never said his name to anyone.

After a while, there was a thin sound on the phone. Lao Mao put the phone to his ear again and whispered: "I'm so sorry. I might have to trouble you to try again later-"

Before he finished speaking, he was gently interrupted by a deep voice: "Old Mao, give me the phone."

Xie asked.

Lao Mao seemed to be startled and jumped up with a "Ouch" sound. After a while, he said: "Boss, are you... awake now?"

"Yeah." Xie Wen took the phone and said, "Go and get busy."

Lao Mao responded with an "ah" sound and ran away in a hurry.

"Hello." Xie Wen said.

His voice was still hoarse and his tone was low. Maybe it's because he hasn't smiled yet, so he doesn't seem so approachable.

"Thank you, boss..." Xia Qiao was inexplicably discouraged. He glanced at Wen Shi and threw the hot potato away, "Well, my brother is looking for you."

When hearing it: "..."

He felt that Xia Qiao, a man of two hundred and fifty, might not want to live anymore.

The phone fell into the hands of Wen Shi who was caught off guard. Xie Wen happened to ask: "Is your brother next to you?"

Hearing this, he said coolly: "I was here, but he ran away."

Xie Wen was amused by his reaction and laughed softly.

As soon as Wenshi turned off the speakerphone and put the phone to his ear, he heard the gentle laughter so close at hand, and felt like he was being tickled by something with thin legs.

The variety show actors on the TV were talking all over the place. He suddenly felt that it was noisy, so he picked up the remote control and turned it off.

"Lao Mao said something happened to you just now?" When the surrounding area became quiet, he asked.

Xie Wen lazily said "hmm" and added after a moment: "It's nothing, I'm sleeping. I have a bad temper when I'm sleeping, and they don't dare to call me."

When I heard it, I recalled the cautious atmosphere on the other end of the phone just now, and thought to myself, how angry is this?

He was distracted for a moment, and the phone went silent. Xie Wen actually just listened and didn't press him for the reason for the call.

Or Xia Qiao ran to the refrigerator and got two cans of milk, handed one to Wen Shi to apologize, and asked in a low voice: "When will Boss Xie come tomorrow?"

Only when he heard this did he come back to his senses and asked the person on the other end of the phone: "What time will you come over tomorrow?"

Xie asked: "In the afternoon."

***

It was said to be afternoon, but it was actually already evening when he arrived.

After it rained two days ago, the temperature in Ningzhou rose to a level, hitting 30 degrees. I'm afraid of the heat when I smell it. The air conditioner at home is turned on very low, so I can wrap myself in a quilt and eat popsicles.

Xie Wen smiled as soon as he walked in the door.

Xia Qiao felt angry.

"Are you spending the winter at home in advance?" Xie asked.

"Hot." Wen Shiyan said one word concisely, and then looked him up and down, "Why are you wearing more clothes than you were in the past few days?"

Xie Wen was still wearing the pair of black gloves, with complicated strings of beads on his wrists. On such a hot day, he was actually wearing a shirt and trousers, and even had a jacket draped over his elbows.

and

Unlike the black suit that disappeared last time, this one is crimson.