sinovels Chapter 8
Chapter 8
A new day at the racecourse begins before dawn, the morning sun is warm and not dazzling, and the dewdrops on the grass have not yet melted, like diamonds embedded in the tip of the grass.
Zhao Yebai's saddle desensitization training is progressing well, and he will be able to pass in two days. Cen Xing's riding skills have almost recovered. He plans to go to Coach Grisha to discuss that it is time to choose a new horse to prepare for the official competition in the future .
"Let go of me! Help!"
When passing the veterinary room, Cen Xing vaguely heard an extremely faint cry for help, and when his hand touched the doorknob, he heard a loud "pop!", followed by a contemptuous curse from a man: "What are you pretending to be! I didn't know it was sound proof, oh, or do you want to have some fun? Then come on..."
"Let him go!" Cen Xing kicked open the door, and what came into view was a tall and strong man, who pressed another young man with teary eyes on the table.The latter had a red slap mark on his face, and the corner of his mouth was bloodshot, and he shouted tremblingly, "Help me!"
Secretly touching the stick by the door, Cen Xing had a vague impression that the young man is a new veterinarian, who is the other one?
"Shut up!" The man was impatient, and clasped the veterinarian's hand instead. His rude gesture made the other party break out in cold sweat. He looked at Cen Xing sullenly: "Do you know who I am? We are housework. Lovers game, don't worry about it!"
"If he doesn't want to, you're breaking the law." Glancing at the veterinarian who couldn't stop crying and shaking his head, Cen Xing lowered his face, grabbed a baseball bat, straightened his body, and proudly said, "If you don't get out, I'll call the police."
"So you are the famous Cen Xing, what do I think of it?" Looking at the work card in front of Cen Xing, the man sneered and threw the veterinarian away. He wanted to push him, but he was condescending because of the stick in his hand. Sarcasm: "Relying on bed-climbing Lu's trash, amazing? Just like him, he is a trash that no man would die!"
Facing his contemptuous gaze, Cen Xing remained motionless, and warned coldly, "Get out!"
"Hehe," the man gave him a gouged look, pointed his finger at Cen Xing first, then pointed at the veterinarian who was holding his hand, and said through gritted teeth, "Okay! Okay! You just wait."
"boom!"
The man slammed the door so hard that the glass windows vibrated. Cen Xing saw the veterinarian fell to the ground weakly, and asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"
Jiang Wangchao——Cen Xing saw the name on the veterinary staff card. The people on the ground were pale, bleeding from biting their lips, shaking uncontrollably, like a frightened bird.
Cen Xing couldn't remember where he had heard this name before, so he poured him a cup of hot water, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of Jiang Wangchao's slender wrist, except for the scratches, there were still a few horrible scars.
"Thank you." Jiang Wangchao sat on the stool with Cen Xing's support, took the cup he handed over, and choked up, "I'm sorry, it was my fault for dragging you into the water..."
"No matter what, it's wrong to do it." Cen Xing followed his back gently, and asked carefully: "Can you tell me who that person is?"
The man's reaction was obviously revenge. Besides Meng Qian, there was another troublemaker. Cen Xing didn't regret it, but he had to be a little bit on guard.
"He's Yang Zhu, don't you know him?" Seeing Cen Xing shaking his head, Jiang Wangchao seemed to think of something, crying and said, "The CEO of the Yang Group, he won't let it go, I'm really sorry."
"I don't really understand, it sounds so low." After saying it, Cen Xing remembered the "housework" the man just said, guessed the relationship between the two, and said tactfully: "Thank you for reminding me, I will pay attention."
Coming out of the veterinary room, Cen Xing searched for "Yang Zhu" on his mobile phone. The first news was a greasy face. On the web page, Yang Zhu's eyes were the same as this morning, sinister and vicious, reminiscent of a smelly ditch The old mouse, dressed in a high-end suit, can't hide his cunning and cunning, and he is ashamed to buy a bunch of drafts that boast of his wealth and heroism.
Not as good-looking as Lu Mingshen's half!Cen Xing turned off the webpage and realized something was wrong. Lu Mingshen just had a strange personality, his character was fine, and his appearance was even more different from humans and animals. Comparing him to this guy was an insult.
Just after the meeting in the company, Lu Mingshen saw the preview that popped up on the phone: "Report to Party A".
The sender was Cen Xing, Lu Mingshen raised his eyebrows, and opened a long email, which explained what happened in the veterinary room and Yang Zhu's threat.After reading ten lines at a glance, he tapped the armrest rhythmically with his fingertips, raised his head and asked his assistant, "Jiang Wangchao, the second son of the Jiang family?"
The assistant nodded and handed him the tablet: "The scandal two years ago."
After sending the email, Cen Xing was ready to face the storm, but Lu Mingshen replied in less than 5 minutes, with only two words: read.
Cen Xing exploded: "What do you mean?" Can you still chat normally?
He thought that Lu Mingshen would blame him for being nosy, and in the gossip news related to Yang Zhu, the name Jiang Wangchao appeared from time to time.Only after watching Cen Xing did he understand why Veterinarian Jiang said "I'm sorry for dragging you into the water". This once noble son may be worse than him in terms of reputation now.
Fortunately, within a minute, Lu Mingshen replied: "You protested against Yang Zhu's harassment of the veterinarian at the racecourse, I will let someone deal with it."
real or fake?Cen Xing turned over and over to read the text on the phone, but he didn't even hear the little horseman calling him several times: When did Lu Mingshen become so talkative?
Feeling guilty for his earlier speculation, he replied: "Thank you."
Lu Mingshen stared at his reply for a long while, put away his phone expressionlessly, and opened the report.The assistant on the side clicked his tongue: When the boss received the message, his face was clearly cleared, why did it turn cloudy in the blink of an eye?
After training in the morning, Cen Xing changed his clothes and accidentally saw Jiang Wangchao sitting alone on the edge of the pastoral area. He approached and joked, "Do you have lunch with Xiao Ma?"
He was so frightened that he choked on water, Jiang Wangchao almost knocked over the lunch box in his arms when he stood up, he first glanced at the stables hesitantly, and when no one saw him, he replied in a low voice: "You'd better not get too close to me, They'll point fingers at you too."
"You're new here, I don't know, even if they don't talk to you, they will still point and point at me." Shrugging, Cen Xing sat down beside him and handed him a bottle of drink: "Anyway, I would like to talk to you every day." Eating alone is fine."
After being stunned for a moment, Jiang Wangchao looked like an abandoned puppy, pursed his lips, held Cen Xing's bottle, and sat down without speaking.
Cen Xing took a sip of water and asked the morning question: "Have we met before?"
Jiang Wangchao lowered his eyes: "It should be the day I was kicked out of the Yang family, when you were with Meng Qian."
Cen Xing was stunned, and quickly recalled in his mind, it seemed that the original owner had just moved into Meng's house a few days ago, and accidentally met the whole rich second-generation circle to "watch the fun" together.
At that time, Jiang Wangchao was pulling the suitcase alone and walking on the sidewalk in the villa area. A group of rich kids in luxury cars followed him. Someone even threatened him to grab the luggage and throw it away.Meng Qian pretended to stop: "Don't laugh at him, he is so pitiful, he made himself so cheap." After finishing speaking, Meng Qian pushed the original owner: "Go and tell that person how the poor make money, lest he can't bear it. Selling is based on physical superiority."
"I'm not in the same group as Meng Qian." Cen Xing came back to his senses and explained helplessly: "At that time, I didn't know the nature of a group of them. Anyway..."
The vibration of the phone interrupted Cen Xing's words, and Jiang Wangchao noticed the change in his expression after watching the phone: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Cen Xing put away his phone, and couldn't help wondering: Why did Lu Mingshen ask him for nothing?
In the evening, when the black Maserati appeared outside the villa, Cen Xing stood at the door, watching Lu Mingshen's wheelchair descend, followed by Xiao Jin.
"Can you ask, why do you want to eat at my place?" Cen Xing asked, leading the dog.They lived in the same villa area, not to mention the chef in Lu Mingshen's family was better.
Stopping at the door, Lu Mingshen asked lightly: "Do you have any opinions?"
"No," Cen Xing slandered, the house is yours, you can do whatever you like.
Cen Xing had just taken a shower, and Lu Mingshen could smell the faint scent of lime on his body, which was unique to summer.The structure of the villas of the two is similar, but Lu Mingshen feels different the moment he enters the door: the dolls on the coffee table, the cartoons on the bookcase, the post-it notes on the refrigerator...all are carefully arranged by Cen Xing.
Manipulating the wheelchair to the dining table, Lu Mingshen saw the roses on the table and asked bluntly, "Do you like this kind of flower?"
"Rose? It's okay." Cen Xing sat down at the table, rubbed Xiao Jin's head, and said casually, "I want to add some popularity to this villa." After speaking, he realized that Lu Mingshen was looking for something to say?
Knowing that Lu Mingshen didn't like to talk when eating, Cen Xing kept teasing Xiao Jin, but didn't pay attention to the gaze from the other side, until he heard the man suddenly say: "Last night, were you angry?"
"Who are you angry with?" Cen Xing was stunned for a moment, but he never thought that Lu Mingshen would mind, so he asked half-jokingly: "Could it be that you think you did something irritating?"
Lu Mingshen stared at his eyes, which were black and clear, reminiscent of a pony with milk fragrance, but the pony will not disturb people's mind.
"I'm a little angry right now," Cen Xing didn't deny, "I don't know but thought you were allergic to me."
Lu Mingshen shook his head: "I haven't."
Cen Xing chased after the victory: "Nothing? Did you think you did something wrong, or are you not afraid of me?"
Afraid?Lu Mingshen squeezed the wine glass tightly, sneered from the bottom of his heart, and remained silent.
Satisfied with his inability to refute, Cen Xing laughed: "However, it's hard for you to remember this for a long time. I officially announced that I forgive you yesterday."
Lu Mingshen: ...
Before going to bed that night, Cen Xing leaned against the pillow and wrote: "Party A: I tried the junior pole with Fan Yu today, and I feel that he is beginning to accept me, and I like him. Also, I met with Coach Grisha in the morning. Walking, thank you for letting him guide me. I know you heard it outside the door yesterday, and I may not fully understand how you feel, but if you want to talk to someone, I can be your friend."
Sweat drenched his clothes, the blisters on his hands were worn out, and dripping with blood, but Lu Mingshen didn't seem to feel it until the vibrating phone brought him back to his senses.
He flicked through the group photos of Cen Xing and Fan Yu one by one, the sun was shining behind each of them, and their smiles were carefree; when he turned to the last one, his hand suddenly stopped.
Not long after sending the message, Cen Xing could not bear the drowsiness and quietly fell asleep.So he didn't know that there was a canceled unread item on his phone: friend?
The author has something to say:
Cen Xing: Take your friend card!
Lu Mingshen: I treat you as my wife and you tell me that you want to be friends?