The Boyfriend Who I’ve Never Met

When I saw Zheng Wenhong again, Xie Tao knew that Fu Miaolan must have told him.

"Xie Tao, I will help you with your return to school."

Zheng Wenhong said, handing a glass of juice to Xie Tao.

Across the tumbling hot pot of red soup, Xie Tao took the glass of juice from him. When she heard his words, she almost reflexively refused, "No need, Uncle Zheng."

Zheng Wenhong seemed to have expected her to refuse, so he said, "Xie Tao, you don't have to rush to refuse first. You always have to consider the actual situation. Do you have enough money to pay for the tuition now?"

Xie Tao held the chopsticks and fell silent for a moment.

She could not deny that Zheng Wenhong was right.

Seeing her silence, Zheng Wenhong said again, "Xie Tao, I am also your legal guardian. I hope you will not refuse me in this matter."

Xie Tao lowered her eyes, as if thinking hard for a while.

Then she looked up again and looked at Zheng Wenhong, "Thank you, Uncle Zheng."

Hearing her words, Zheng Wenhong knew that she had agreed.

So he finally loosened his eyebrows, and began to have a somewhat relaxed smile on his face, "It should be me thank you. If you refuse me again, I don't know what to do."

Xie Tao understood what he meant, but didn't say much.

She never mentioned Su Linghua, nor did Zheng Wenhong mention it.

"Uncle Zheng, I will return the money to you in the future."

After a hot pot meal, Xie Tao stood up and said to Zheng Wenhong.

Zheng Wenhong put down his chopsticks and fixedly looked at her, "Your mother said you like hot pot the most."

"Especially this hot pot."

His sudden words made Xie Tao think of a certain past many years when she raised her eyes and re-evaluated the hot pot restaurant.

She was nine years old when she first came to Nanshi.

That night when the snowflakes were flying, Su Linghua brought her here for a hot pot meal.

She was leaning against the glass window, through the lingering fog, she tilted her head to look at all the strange neon lights outside the glass window.

At that time, she didn't know that the most difficult years in her life had just begun.

"Xie Tao, do you really want to miss your mother?"

As she walked by Zheng Wenhong's side, she heard his voice coming from behind, "At the station that day, I saw you."

Xie Tao's back was slightly stiff.

It seemed that after a long time, Zheng Wenhong heard her voice.

"I didn't say it, I don't want her."

She said, "But Uncle Zheng, this does not mean that nothing has happened between me and her because of this."

Because Su Linghua is her mother, because she has given her true love and all the good memories, so she will inevitably miss her.

But the hurt can't be eliminated just because of this miss.

She had long since found out how to face Su Linghua.

Just as Su Linghua can only approach her through Zheng Wenhong.

When she walked out of the hot pot restaurant, Xie Tao looked at the traffic coming and going not far away, sniffed her nose, suppressed the sourness in her heart, and started walking in the direction of the small hotel.

Before returning to school, Xie Tao found a part-time job.

Because she learned how to make cakes and some desserts at Fumiaolan, plus her best skill in making shortbread candies, she quickly found a job in a dessert shop.

The proprietress of the dessert shop is a woman in her thirties who is very good at dressing up and very friendly.

As for the house, Zheng Wenhong said that he would solve it for her, but Xie Tao refused.

The proprietress of the dessert shop is very nice, and when she heard that she was looking for a place to live, she helped her find a place.

The community was in the old alley behind the dessert shop. The house was small, but for Xie Tao, it was enough.

During the period, Xie Tao visited Zhou Xinyue twice.

But because Zhou Xinyue refused to see her, she just stood outside the ward every time, looking at her through the glass window on the door.

Xie Tao had seen her tear off the needle from the back of her hand that the nurse had just fixed for her, and she had seen her refusing to take medicine after an emotional breakdown and vomiting more than ever.

That hideous look was a strange look Xie Tao had never seen before.

Xie Tao knew how painful Zhou Xinyue was.

But looking at her like this, Xie Tao felt more and more that she should do something for her.

On the night of living in the rented house, Xie Tao sat at the table, holding a bowl of instant noodles, looking at the sky outside the window.

There are no stars and moons, but there are lights and shadows flickering between tall buildings in the distance.

After eating a few bites of instant noodles, when Xie Tao tapped into WeChat with her mobile phone, her eyes stayed on the WeChat account with a blank profile picture and blank name.

She deleted the stranger twice.

But every time, the phone will get stuck, and then it will flash back directly.

Maybe her mobile phone has really gone wrong.

Since she sent a WeChat message that time, she and this person have occasionally chatted a few words.

In the impression, this is a reticent person.

And I always don’t like to add punctuation when chatting.

He speaks a little bit sternly.

Because of Zhou Xinyue's affairs and Zheng Wenhong's repeated visits to her, Xie Tao suppressed a lot of emotions in her heart, but could not find the source of catharsis.

But after holding back for a long time, she sometimes feels uncomfortable.

Maybe it's because there is no one to talk to, so when she occasionally chats with him, she will also nag something with him unconsciously.

Even if the other party cherishes her words like gold, and sometimes even ignores her at all.

Xie Tao felt that she was able to speak out, even if she felt a lot more comfortable.

——

When Wei Yun came out of the dungeon, his eyes seemed to be frozen with floes and snow, but there was no wave on his face.

"Shao Anhe has a good dog."

He sneered.

"My lord, this person's mouth is too hard. His subordinates have been interrogating him for a few days, but he has never told the whereabouts of the roster." Wei Jing stood aside and bowed his head.

Wei Yun seemed to tidy up his sleeves casually, his voice was cold and calm, "Then kill it."

"The roster..." Wei Jing raised his eyes cautiously.

"Not in a hurry."

Wei Yun looked at the dark night that was dotted with scattered stars. The light from the lights under the eaves reflected on his side face, but it didn't add any warm color.

"This matter, someone is more anxious than us."

He spoke slowly, still chilling.

When Wei Yun turned and left, Wei Jing only had time to see the moon's bright light reflected between his clothes, like cold snow, not stained with dust.

Wei Jing was silent, and when he recovered, he hurriedly followed.

The bath room was filled with steam and smoke.

Wei Yun sat in the bath, draped her long black silk-like hair behind her, covering most of her white back.

He held a copper pendant in his hand, his slender fingers were slightly bent, and his fingertips occasionally rubbed the edge of the copper pendant. When he lowered his eyes, the slender eyelashes concealed the expression in his eyes.

The candlelight was slightly yellow, and the light and shadow were dim.

Shao Junkang, the son of Shao Anhe, disappeared out of thin air. None of the people he sent out brought back useful news.

Wei Yun closed his eyes and leaned against the bath, seeming to be thinking about something.

Suddenly, he obviously felt the copper pendant in his hand start to get hot.

When Wei Yun opened his eyes, he just saw the streamer flying out of the copper pendant, turning into a letter in an instant, and falling in front of him lightly.

He twisted his brows slightly.

After a while, he reached out and picked up the letter that had fallen in the water.

When the envelope was opened, the letter paper inside had been soaked in some water, but the ink on it was not smudged, and it was still clear.

"Are you there?"

Only two words.

Still with a strange symbol.

In order to test the identity and purpose of this mysterious person, Wei Yun has always maintained such a secret connection with him.

But for so many days, he only knew that the other party was a woman, and there was something to talk about, other than that, there was nothing worth exploring.

These days, there are dozens of letters he has received, but they are all trivial things.

He occasionally answers a few letters patiently, but most of the time he is too lazy to pay attention.

When Wei Yun crumpled the letter paper and stood up blankly, there was a burst of water.

He pulled the robe on the side shelf and put it on, then put on an outer robe, and then pinched the ball of letter paper and left the bathroom.

Xie Tao lay on the bed and yawned. When she heard the WeChat prompt, she immediately picked up the phone to unlock it and clicked on WeChat.

It's that person.

"What's the matter"

Simply two words.

Xie Tao was actually annoyed by Zhou Xinyue's affairs. She felt that Zhou Xinyue was not the kind of character that would always bear it.

It must be for some reason that when she was threatened with violence, she didn't disclose it to her parents, even Xie Tao didn't even tell her.

The reason why she stayed and chose to return to Tiancheng Private High School where Zhou Xinyue had read was to find those who threatened Zhou Xinyue violently, and to find out why Zhou Xinyue was unwilling to tell anyone about it.

But what should we do?

She hasn't figured it out yet.

She poked the screen with her finger and sent a message over:

"I ask you, if I want to retaliate against bad guys, what should I do?"

At that time, Wei Yun, who was sitting in front of the book table, watched the copper **** again with a light golden streamer, and gradually flowed out, condensed into a letter.

He opened the envelope. For so many days, he had become accustomed to her horizontal writing from left to right.

When she saw this sentence, Wei Yun's clear face still didn't have too much emotion, only a little bit of ridicule appeared in the bottom of his eyes.

He lifted his pen and dropped a line of ink on the letter paper.

The moment he put down the writing brush, he pressed the letter paper under the copper pendant, but in an instant, the letter paper shattered into a pale golden streamer, hidden in the copper pendant without a trace.

Xie Tao closed her eyes in a daze, but the phone in her hand vibrated the next moment, and the WeChat prompt sounded at the same time.

She opened her eyes subconsciously.

He rubbed his face quickly, got sober, and then clicked on WeChat.

The other party’s reply still cherishes words:

"Reporter"

? ? ?

Xie Tao was a little dumbfounded.

What, what newspaper official?

Report, what official should you report to?