The smooth mirror glass shattered and splashed all over the air.
In the huge sound, accompanied by a dull impact, the reflection of the elongated light shook chaotically.
The sudden movement in the bathroom quickly attracted the attention of the waiters around.
The sound of hurried footsteps came one after another.
In a place full of alcohol and hormones, quarrels and fights are the most common things.
But the two protagonists who had a big fight tonight still shocked the waiters who rushed up to persuade them to fight.
Some good people heard the movement and walked out of the box to watch the excitement.
The same is true for the box where Heqiao's friends are located.
But while curious about the noise everywhere in the corridor, a group of people suddenly realized that the center of the sofa was empty, as if the moon had lost its glory.
Three people left the room one after another.
They never came back.
The young people in bright clothes suddenly calmed down and looked at each other.
The party, which was originally used to announce happiness, was over in the secret whisper.
There is an unusual smell floating in the air late at night.
When someone glanced at Fang Shier was helped by the waiter to leave, his face was mottled, and he completely lost his decency when he came.
In comparison, the situation of Heqiao seems to be much better.
At least it was a close lover who treated his wound, not a careful waiter.
In a box specially vacated for Heqiao, the lights and screens are dim, and there is a complete medicine box on the tea table.
Chi Xueyan skillfully disinfected the small wound on the corner of his forehead without panic at all.
He watched his father train students in the middle of the field since he was a child, and later became a dentist who saw blood every day. This kind of scene can only be regarded as commonplace.
But when he looked down and saw He Qiao's bloody right hand, he still sighed sincerely: "I'd rather this be syrup."
He Qiao stretched out his hand cooperatively, without a trace of pain on his face. Instead, he apologized for the implicit emotions in his words: "I'm sorry."
Chi Xueyan shook his head, checked the wound on his hand very lightly, and took away the fine glass debris with tweezers.
When He Qiao and Fang Shier started to fight, they smashed the mirror next to the washstand, and sharp glass fragments cut their hands and splashed over their foreheads.
Fortunately, the wound was not deep, and the artery was not injured. Although it looked tragic, most of them were only scratches on the shallow surface, and the bleeding stopped soon.
Unlike him who has received professional violence education, He Qiao does not know where to deal with the most efficient and labor-saving, which can make people quickly lose the ability to resist.
In his smooth and bright life, there should be no opportunity and necessity to fight with others.
Therefore, he just waved his fist to Fang Shier without rules, and there was a strong anger in the sound of the wind, which was completely different from the usual meek and easy-going.
Even when the sharp mirror pierced the skin and the blood gushed out, there was no hesitation or pause.
At that moment, Chi Xueyan almost had an illusion.
The person in front of him seems to really love himself deeply.
In a blood-red world in the whirlwind of the sky.
The glass fragments scattered in the stainless steel tray sparkled.
After detoxification of the wound, Chi Xueyan restrained his thoughts and carefully bandaged him.
"I only did a simple cleaning. It's better to go to the hospital for another check-up. Also, I don't know if it will leave scars. I can get some scar removers.
Chi Xueyan let go of his hand and turned to clean up the medicine box.
He Qiao looked at his properly bandaged right hand hovering in the air and said nothing, and his expression was still as warm as usual.
It's just an irrelevant little thing.
A moment later, the two walked out of the box together.
Unlike Fang Shier, who was severely hit by Chi Xueyan at the beginning, He Qiao, who had the upper hand in the fight, did not need help, but his hands hanging on his side were covered with bandages.
Not far away, there are still friends who just attended the party.
One of the young people noticed their appearance and quickly left the people around them. He ran over quickly with a concerned expression, and the golden necklace around his neck shook sharply.
Obviously, this quick-witted upstrant who has just entered the circle has found another opportunity to repair the relationship with the second son of the He family.
No one will doubt this.
"Brother, how is the wound?" Chen Xinzhe hurried up and said, "Shall I take you to the hospital?"
He Qiao ignored him and left this glamorous place side by side with Chi Xueyan.
Chen Xinzhe didn't give up. He followed the two closely, as if he was still looking for an opportunity to get close to them.
The doorman drove the red sports car to the door, and Chi Xueyan took the key and consciously played the role of the driver.
He Qiao is definitely not suitable for driving now.
When he sat in the co-pilot's door, Chen Xinzhe, who had been ignored all the way, persistently followed him and leaned down by the window and looked over.
From the perspective that others didn't notice, his greeting was a little more sincere this time.
"Brother, is your hand all right? Does it matter?"
He Qiao looked at him sideways, and his tone recovered the peace of the past: "It's okay, it's just a scratch."
Only then did Chen Xinzhe breathe a sigh of relief. The previous cleverness faded away and said sincerely, "That's good. I was scared just now. I didn't expect you to fight."
Chi Xueyan beside him listened quietly without showing a surprised expression.
It turned out that He Qiao didn't just deliberately lose to Chen Xinzhe.
The two of them knew each other in advance.
Chen Xinzhe saw He Qiao's undisguised reaction in front of Chi Xueyan, and immediately realized that the relationship between them must be different from the appearance.
There was the impatient horn of the vehicle in the rear. The young man, who played the role of an upst, quickly grabbed the time and said very quickly, "Brother, I think I should give a wedding gift. Let's change it to two or eight points this time?"
"No need." He Qiao smiled and withdrew his gaze, "As before."
Hearing the words, Chen Xinzhe was no longer polite, showed his white teeth, and smiled frankly, "Well, thank you, brother. Happy wedding, a hundred years of good luck!"
He cleverly took a step back, waved to the two of them, and swit as the sports car was flying away, and he became the slippery figure on it.
The wind of the summer night whistled past.
Chi Xueyan held the steering wheel and asked the lover who swapped positions beside him, "Did He Xiao buy the car you lost to him?"
He Qiao responded, "Yes."
Then the thing that lost to Chen Xinzhe last time is naturally the same.
He is silently replacing those gifts in the name of love with weapons that may be held in his hand in the future.
Chi Xueyan stopped asking, focusing on the road ahead, and his eyes were full of colorful night lights.
He suddenly felt that the He Qiao beside him was obviously more villainous than him.
The flame-red sports car stopped outside the villa.
Chi Xueyan put out the fire and looked sideways to ask him, "Sorally, should I send you in and explain the story to your uncle and aunt?"
"It's late. You can drive it and go back to rest." He Qiao shook his head, "I'll explain."
Chi Xueyan guessed that he probably had a plan, so he stopped insisting on it.
He Qiao pushed the door open with his left hand. When he was about to get out of the car, his movements stopped slightly and looked back at him.
"I know he will bring Chen Xinzhe." He Qiao said honestly, as if he was apologizing, "But I don't know his purpose is you."
"I didn't know you would do it with him." Chi Xueyan said casually, "So we're even?"
Listening to his gentle tone, He Qiao was silent for a moment, stood beside the car and asked softly, "Do you mind if I borrow this matter?"
This question made Chi Xueyan laugh.
He looked at He Qiao's tightly wrapped right hand and sighed sincerely, "You should not be able to peel nuts for a while."
Except for his parents who would peel sugar and stir-fried chestnuts for him when he was young, He Qiao was the first to do so.
There seems to be a mellow and fragrant aroma between the lips and teeth.
"Remember to ask someone to pick up the car." Chi Xueyan restarted the sports car, waved at him, and said goodbye in a happy tone, "Have fun."
He Qiao quietly sent him away.
After he walked into the house, the first thing he heard was Sheng Xiaoyue's exclamation: "Oh, what's wrong with your hand! Where did you get hurt?"
"Little injury, it's all the o's the matter." He shook his head expressionlessly, "I accidentally did it."
Next, he said good night to his mother and went straight into his room, not seeming to talk about the wound.
It was not until the next day that Sheng Xiaoyue learned what had happened last night from He Xiao.
She knocked on her son's door worriedly: "I called the doctor to show you my hand, okay?"
He Qiao opened the door and seemed to be in a bad mood. He said, "Xiaochi has dealt with it for me, but it's just a minor injury."
"I forgot that Xiaochi is also a doctor." Sheng Xiaoyue relaxed a little and took this opportunity to ask, "Wasn't Xiaochi injured yesterday? I heard that he did it too, didn't he?"
"He's fine."
"It's okay." With that, a layer of anger appeared in Sheng Xiaoyue's beautiful eyes. "I've already told your father that that boy is really a mess. I thought you had a good relationship..."
"Mom, it's useless." He Qiao interrupted his mother's innocent words and smiled bitterly, "If you just help me teach him a lesson, it's meaningless."
Sheng Xiaoyue looked at her son, who seemed to have matured a lot overnight.
"In their eyes, I am He Huaili's son and He Xiao's younger brother, but not He Qiao." There was a gloomy breath in his voice, "No one will really respect me, because without you, I am no one."
"Mom, I should have grown up. You can't mess around like before anymore.
Finally, he said, "I want to be a Heqiao without a prefix."
In the suddenly static air, the layers of gauze on the hand were soaked in the sun, like dazzling white snow, but faint red marks oozed into the depths.
Both love and hate have the power to make people change themselves.
At this moment, he chose love as the most appropriate catalyst.
That night, He Huaili went home early again, and the family of four had dinner together.
He Huaili is not surprised by the changes that happened after the flash marriage of his youngest son and someone. This is human nature.
"If you want to come to the company, there are two ways." He said calmly, "One is to hang a position at the group headquarters and follow the executives to observe and learn, which will be easier."
"The other is to start from the basic position, rotate between different departments, and be familiar with the business from the bottom to the top, like your brother."
When he finished speaking, He Qiao answered without hesitation, "I choose the second one."
There was obvious seriousness and firmness in his expression, which made He Huaili quite relieved. He was about to remind him of the hard work in this way again, when He Xiao, who was listening, opened his mouth in time.
"Dad, I have a proposal."
The other three people's eyes were cast on, and He Xiao continued as usual, "If you start from the bottom like me, although every step is more solid, the process is too hard, especially the current company's situation is different from that at that time, and the business scope is much larger. What I have learned from the rotation is too specific, but it is not suitable. ."
He Huaili didn't make a sound and listened patiently to his eldest son's thoughts.
"Of course, it is not appropriate to be suspended. This is contrary to He Qiao's original intention. He wants to do things down-to-earth." He Xiao glanced at his brother across the table with a smile and asked, "Aren't you interested in advertising and marketing?"
He Huaili instantly understanded what he meant and frowned slightly: "Are you going to hand over the media business to him?"
Wanjia Group has an independent subsidiary, Wanjia Media, which mainly undertakes the advertising and marketing business of various catering brands within the group. Previously, it has been managed by He Xiao. The company is running well and has a good reputation in the outside world.
"This is an industry that belongs to young people. What is needed is vitality and passion. Instead, there should not be too many stereotypes." He Xiao said, "And I am indeed not good at spliting now. It's a good thing that He Qiao is willing to touch these."
Looking at his father who was lost in thought, He Xiao said seriously, "Dad, you should trust him more and let him do it."
Sheng Xiaoyue was very happy. Seeing her son's faintly surprised expression, she persuaded, "Huai Li, I think He Xiao is right. Let him have a try. It's rare to make up his mind, and my brother will definitely teach him well."
The eldest son, who is not related to her by blood, has always taken good care of this half-brother.
This is a lucky thing for a family reorganization.
After dinner, He Qiao found He Xiao alone.
He hesitated to thank him, and then said bluntly, "Brother, I didn't expect you to let me manage a company directly."
He Xiao stood by the window and watched the gardener water the flowers through the glass. He replied gently, "I'm really busy. You should also believe in your ability."
In the gloomy night, crystal drops of water fell down, wetting the deep and shallow branches and petals.
He didn't look back, so He Qiao looked at his back and said deeply, "I'll try not to mess up."
"You won't mess up." He Xiao smiled and chatted with him, "I think the garage is a little empty. Where is your car?"
He Qiao's movements stagnated, and he immediately shook his right hand, which was still wrapped in the bandage, and whispered, "Yesterday, Xiaochi sent me back, and then drove home. I'll pick up the car another day."
He Xiao thought that he was not asking about this one.
But he didn't say any more.
This mediocre and stupid brother will never let him down.
"By the way, brother." He Qiao remembered something and stiffly changed the topic, "I remember you seem to have said that this company has expanded a lot recently and plans to work in another place?"
He Xiao finally turned his head to look at him with a smile.
"Yes, now it's your time to decide this matter."
Outside the glass window, the flying water gradually soaked the roots of the plant.
The increasingly bright petals swayed gently in the evening wind.
It's another busy working day.
In the afternoon, Chi Xueyan had dinner, took a nap in the office, and was woken up by the alarm clock, preparing to devote the second half of the day to work.
He got up, his consciousness was still a little confused, and he planned to wash his face and sober up.
When passing by the window, Chi Xueyan's steps stopped.
There was a sudden change that took away the dilemma that hovered in his mind.
The road outside is still densely busy, and pedestrians are in a hurry.
On the exterior wall of the brand-new office building directly opposite, the long-hanging rental advertisement disappeared.
The originally eye-catching advertisement was removed, revealing the original color of the wall, and the tightly closed windows reflected the dazzling sunlight.
In this bright light with just the right temperature, a wonderful premonition suddenly rose in Chi Xueyan's heart.
He stood at the window and took a picture, sent it to He Qiao, with a seemingly plain chat.
[Shahryar: The expensive office building opposite the clinic has been rented out.]
A minute later, two message prompts sounded one after another.
[Xiao Eleven: The price can be negotiated, and it's not too expensive.]
[Xiao Eleven: This position is more convenient to pick up the car.]
His premonition came true.
In shock, Chi Xueyan noticed He Qiao's head with hinds.
In the chat interface, the small square on the left is a large area of gorgeous red clouds, which seem to have been taken casually at dusk.
It seems to echo the blue sea in the small square on the right.
It wasn't like this before.
But he can't remember what He Qiao's last avatar was.
Chi Xueyan stared at the red of a depth of lightness. A few seconds later, he raised the corners of his mouth and touched the screen with his fingertips.
The signal passed through the hustle and bustle of the city and quietly swam into the palm of the lover.
[Shahryar: Good performance.]