Spare Tire is Gone

Qi Cong raised his head, shocked by Gu Xun's overly aggressive gesture and expression at this time, opened his eyes slightly to look at Gu Xun, and did not answer.

Shen Jia was also scared to death, guarding Qi Cong frowning to watch Gu Xun: "What are you doing? It's dangerous to block the elevator like this, you..."

He looked back at Qi Cong, hesitated for two seconds, then looked at Gu Xun again, and said stiffly: "I don't care what you have with Brother Cong, but you can't bully him like that."

Gu Xun still looked at Qi Cong stubbornly, without giving Shen Jia a look, and there was a bit of gritted teeth in his words: "How could I bully him." He stretched out his hand to pull Qi Cong, but was blocked by Shen Jia. Two steps forward into the elevator, he crossed Shen Jiachao Qi Cong and said, "Let's talk."

The elevator closed, shutting out the handsome mixed-race guy who had not had time to react.

Qi Cong returned to his senses, and when Gu Xun looked at the prey like a beast, his heart tightened, and then a very strong sense of strangeness rose.

This is not the Gu Xun he knows, the Gu Xun he knows is gentle and harmless, and he will never show such expressions and eyes.

As if someone had poured cold water on his head, all of the soft entangled emotions in Qi Cong's heart suddenly retracted into the protective shell. He avoided Gu Xun's eyes, raised his hand to hold Shen Jia's shoulder, and patted comfortingly: "Jia Jia, don't be nervous, I'm fine."

Gu Xun looked at Qi Cong's hand on Shen Jia's shoulder, and then stared at Qi Cong again: "What are you calling him?"

The question was fierce and heavy, as if to fight. Qi Xun's lips tightened, ignoring Gu Xun, holding down Shen Jia who wanted to speak, and looking at Zhao Zhenxun in the corner who was frowning and looking back and forth between him and Gu Xun, and asked, "Broker Zhao, I can leave the team temporarily to meet with Mr. Gu. Talk about it?"

Gu Xun's expression became worse and worse: "You actually called me Gu—"

The elevator stopped, the door opened, and the eighth floor arrived.

"I'll give you fifteen minutes." Zhao Zhenxun interrupted Gu Xun aloud, and at the same time stepped forward and held Gu Xun's shoulders, separating him from the sight of Qi Cong. He was polite, but spoke a little warning, "Gu Sir, Qi Cong is my employee. I will see him come back safely in fifteen minutes. If I don’t see anyone in fifteen minutes, I will call the police."

After speaking, he looked back at Qi Cong: "Quick battle, we are waiting for you in the parking lot."

Zhao Zhenxun pulled reluctant Shen Jia away, and the elevator door slowly closed, leaving only Gu Xun and Qi Cong in the small space.

Qi Cong didn't look at Gu Xun, and he asked, "Where to talk?"

Gu Xun did not speak.

Qi Cong could feel Gu Xun's eyes sticking to him, with a sense of oppression he didn't like. He unconsciously squeezed his fingers, and just about to look up at Gu Xun and ask again, he could see the long legs that were standing still moving.

Gu Xun stood next to Qi Cong and stretched out his hand to press the seventh floor: "Go to my room." The tone didn't sound as fierce as before, but it still seemed to be pressing.

Qi Cong gave up looking up, put his gaze on the floor button of the elevator, and said goodbye.

The elevator began to descend.

I don’t know if it was deliberate or for the convenience of pressing the elevator floor button. Gu Xun stood very close to Qi Cong. The hand hanging on his side was less than ten centimeters away from Qi Cong’s hand. Qi Cong squeezed into the corner of the elevator.

The light of the elevator shone diagonally from the upper center, and the shadow cast by Gu Xun's body just covered the thin Qi Cong inside.

There is a very light perfume smell spreading in the elevator. It resembles a fir, and it resembles the taste of thin ice on the branches and leaves of trees after heavy snowfall. It is shallow, cool, with a hint of vegetation. Although it is light, once you notice it, you can no longer ignore it.

Gu Xun obviously didn't do anything, but Qi Cong felt that he was trapped by something invisible. He held his breath, like an animal whose territory was invaded by humans, every nerve in his body was mobilized to capture all the traces of the invaders uncontrollably.

"fear me?"

Suddenly the voice directly communicated by the aggressor rang from the amplified neural network, and Qi Cong stiffened insignificantly, then shook his head and replied, "No."

"Then why don't you look at me?"

The elevator stopped and the door opened. Fresh air rushed up, diluting the smell of perfume in the air.

Qi Cong broke free from the trapped state, relaxed his breath, and finally turned his head to look at Gu Xun, and did not blink to meet Gu Xun's lowered gaze: "I'm not afraid of you. We only have fifteen minutes."

The two looked at each other.

Gu Xun first moved his gaze away and signaled Qi Cong to go out first, his tone softened a little bit inexplicably, "My room is 714."

Only then did Qi Cong look away, feeling relieved in his heart, leaning sideways against the wall, and stepping out of the elevator first.

Gu Xun followed one step later, instead of being side by side with Qi Cong, but walking obliquely behind Qi Cong half a step behind him—a position that was convenient for him to reach out and pull him back when he escaped.

The feeling of being stared at by a beast came again.

Qi Cong endured without looking back.

He had never felt this way before when he got along with Gu Xun. At that time, the atmosphere between him and Gu Xun was always relaxed and pleasant, harmonious and warm, which was completely different from the tightness and stiffness now.

Is this the real Gu Xun?

It's too strange.

He stopped at door 714: "To—"

The person who was half a step behind suddenly stepped forward and swiped the lock on the door with a posture almost embracing him.

drop.

The door opened.

Gu Xun backed away and said, "Please come in."

"..." Qi Cong tightened his lips, walked in, then stopped when he reached the junction of the hallway connecting rooms, and turned to look at Gu Xun.

Gu Xun took the door and leaned against it to watch Qi Cong.

The two looked at each other again, and then spoke at the same time.

"Why are you lying to me?"

"Have you ever cried?"

Qi Cong was taken aback, then shook his head quickly: "No."

There is not enough light at the door, Qi Cong can't see Gu Xun's expression clearly.

Gu Xun didn't speak for a long time, and suddenly stood up straight.

Qi Cong straightened his back instinctively and looked up at Gu Xun slightly.

This is a somewhat defensive posture.

Gu Xun stopped when he got up, leaned back on the door, and motioned to Qi Cong to a single sofa in the room: "Sit there."

Afterwards, Qi Cong realized that he was a little too nervous, frowned, did not say anything, turned around and sat down on the solo sofa, looking at Gu Xun who was still staying at the door.

Only then did Gu Xun move, walked to the diagonally opposite corner of the sofa and sat down at the foot of the bed, and kept a full two meters away from Qi Cong.

With the soft seat, the sunlight coming in from the window and the distance that will not cause a sense of oppression, Qi Cong finally truly relaxes.

He looked at Gu Xun who hadn't moved and spoken since sitting down. He just looked at him with an incomprehensible look, trying to calm his voice: "Gu Xun, why are you lying to me?"

Gu Xun did not answer, but got up and took out a bottle of juice from the small refrigerator in the room and put it on the low cabinet beside Qi Cong. Then he returned to the foot of the bed and sat down and looked at Qi Cong: "Except for what was wasted just now, with me for a while. It takes less than ten minutes to send you away. In order to maximize the efficiency of this communication, I suggest that we adopt a question-and-answer approach. You ask, I answer, and I ask you again. Is this okay? We must all speak the truth and not conceal or deceive."

Qi Cong looked at Gu Xun's completely different sensibility and calm appearance from before, clasped his hands on his knees, and made himself sensible, and nodded: "Yes."?

"You are younger than me, ask first."

[You are younger than me, I have to take care of you. 】

A slightly shy sentence rushed from the depths of memory, the reason Qi Xun constructed was easily broken, and a question blurted out: "Are you really the Gu Xun I know?"

Perhaps it was because Gu Xun happened to be sitting in the sun. At the moment when he finished his question, Qi Cong seemed to see something slightly bright in Gu Xun’s eyes, but when he looked at it carefully, , But found that Gu Xun is still that rational and calm appearance.

Gu Xun got up and took a bottle of juice for himself. He sat down again and replied: "I am. It's time for me to ask you."

The answer that has long been expected. Qi Cong lowered his eyes and nodded, "You ask."

Gu Xun's voice was a little soft: "You have cried, haven't you? Just after I said hello to you."

Qi Cong was taken aback, then shook his head again: "No—"

"Can't lie."

"..." Qi Cong shut his mouth, looked down at the hands he was holding, and suddenly raised his eyes to look straight at Gu Xun, and replied, "Yes, I have cried. Gu Xun, you are going to waste your time in this way. On a pointless question?"

Gu Xun was not angry because of Qi Cong's questioning. He looked at Qi Cong, but his tone became more relaxed: "It makes sense. This question is very important to me. Qi Cong, I'm sorry for making you so sad."

Qi Cong tightened his lips abruptly, turned his head to no longer look at Gu Xun, and his Adam's apple slid up and down.

"Qi—"

"It's time for me to ask." Qi Cong turned around to interrupt Gu Xun's words, his tone aggravated, "Why are you lying to me?"

Gu Xun met Qi Cong's gaze, was quiet for two seconds, and replied: "Because... you will hate the real me."

Qi Cong was stunned.

"It's me. When did you remember the past?"

Qi Cong frowned and wanted to ask specifically what Gu Xun’s answer to the last question meant. He opened his mouth and saw that Gu Xun still looked very elegant and dazzling even if he was just sitting casually at this time. Suddenly he didn’t know what to do. Keep asking.

How to ask, he didn't know what Gu Xun really looked like.

There was a sense of emptiness in my heart, Qi Cong replied in a low tone: "A week ago. My next question...Why are you helping me out today?"

"Because I think. Qi Cong, I hope you can answer this question honestly."

Gu Xun's expression was solemn, Qi Cong also followed up solemnly and nodded: "Okay."

Gu Xun squeezed the juice bottle tightly, his eyes darkened, and his tone was a little lower: "That surnamed Jiang...that's it..." He paused for a while before continuing to ask, "You are already together, right, he... How is he treating you?" When I asked, the voice was almost squeezed out between the teeth.

Qi Cong opened his mouth slightly and shook his head quickly: "No, I'm not with Jiang Zhaoyan."

Gu Xun suddenly raised his eyes: "Really?"

Qi Cong nodded again: "I'm not with Jiang Zhaoyan, I... my last question, Gu Xun, after I lost my memory three years ago, did I... have anything bad to say to you?"

Gu Xun was stunned: "What did you say?"

Qi Cong repeated the question again.

Gu Xun's expression changed little by little.

Why does one person have to ask other people for proof of what he has done himself? Didn’t he remember it? Could it be... Gu Xun realized something and sat upright suddenly: "Did you forget?"

Qi Cong was made nervous by Gu Xun's sudden and fierce attitude, and his body instinctively leaned against the sofa: "What?"

"Why do you ask this question? Are you—" Gu Xun suddenly stopped talking, looked at Qi Cong for a long time, and his expression changed again. There was a kind of weirdness that he found some treasure but he had to resist showing it. . He shook his head: "No, I refuse to answer your last question."

Qi Cong frowned: "What?"

"You asked me three questions, and I asked you three questions. We are even. This communication is over." Gu Xun suddenly threw away the juice and leaned in front of Qi Cong, with his arm propped on the armrest of the sofa, covering Qi Cong under him. , Looked at Qi Cong condescendingly for two seconds, then smiled, "No wonder he would cry... It turns out he was still young."