Chapter 71: The dividing line of destiny

"There really is no such thing." Meng Xinqiao suddenly laughed.

"I can't help it when it suddenly rains so heavily."

"That's impossible to say." Shen Boyan purred his hair twice and tried to pull off the towel. Meng Xinqiao turned over the towel and wiped the wet hair on the back of his head.

"That's right." Meng Xinqiao said, "How about I let the thunder from the sky come down now?"

Suddenly, a thunder exploded outside the bathroom window. Shen Boyan couldn't help laughing: "Look at you."

"Okay, my question." Meng Xinqiao admitted her mistake half-jokingly, "I should make a wish to make the rain stop."

There was a thunderstorm, and the water on the glass The raindrops became more and more dense.

"What do you want to do?" Shen Boyan asked.

"Stimulate him." Meng Xinqiao replied, "He was secretly hiding nearby a few years ago."

Shen Boyan raised his head and caught the flash of coldness in his eyes.

"He saw me coming to find you." Meng Xinqiao said.

Shen Boyan was stunned.

"He showed me a lot of photos a few days ago." He recalled, "Could it be that he has been following you?"

"Absolutely." Meng Xinqiao finally finished wiping Shen Boyan's hair and put on the towel calmly. He put it away and said, "People's hearts are not enough. If he had the ability, I would not wrong him."

At this moment, Shen Boyan felt that there was something in his words.

"I have arranged for someone." Meng Xinqiao said softly, "They will arrive in half an hour. Can you help me delay for about forty minutes?"

"Okay." Shen Boyan nodded.

"If it's convenient, you can say something bad about me." Meng Xinqiao's eyes flickered slightly.

"Huh?" Shen Boyan looked at him in surprise, "Do you want to..."

"I'm afraid the system will suspect that we are related." Meng Xinqiao explained.

"I understand." Shen Boyan said clearly, "Don't worry."

Meng Xinqiao smiled a little wider.

"Be sure to pay attention to safety." He warned, "Absolutely."

"Yes." Shen Boyan promised, "I will."

They had already hid in a nearby compartment. Shen Boyan heard the footsteps outside and showed no intention of stopping, so he said to Meng Xinqiao, "Then, am I leaving?"

"Well, you go." Meng Xinqiao patted him on the shoulder. .

The stalls are not narrow, and there are many people passing by outside the bathroom.

Shen Boyan stood by the door. The sweater on his body was wet, with a dark color soaked out of the upper part. The ends of his hair were no longer dripping and became slightly fresher. At this moment, he raised his head slightly and met Meng Xinqiao's eyes.

"Is this body the same height as the original body?" he suddenly asked.

"Yes." Meng Xinqiao nodded.

They were suddenly very close. "It's actually a similar mold to the original one," he said.

"Oh." Shen Boyan's mouth suddenly felt dry, "So that's it."

He took a step back for some reason and opened the lock of the compartment with his backhand: "Then I'll leave first."

Meng Xinqiao's smile became a little Inexplicable.

"Okay," he said. ...

Shen Boyan sneaked back to their place like a thief who had escaped.

Cheng Wenjun had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Shen Boyan coming back, he said, "Xiaoyan, see if these dishes are good."

He diligently handed over his mobile phone: "I didn't order seafood."

Shen Boyan took it and scanned it. In a circle.

No fuss, at least it will be a normal hot pot meal.

"Okay." He didn't raise any objection, "That's it."

"Does Xiaoyan have any taboos?" Cheng Wenjun asked him.

"No," Shen Boyan shook his head, "I just don't eat seafood."

"I can actually forget that you are allergic to seafood." Cheng Wenjun said in a self-blaming tone, "I'm sorry, I will remember it next time."

"Oh." Shen Boyan said neither politely nor lightly, "Okay."

"Xiaoyan, actually I'm afraid you will blame me." Cheng Wenjun sighed and sighed, "There are some things I really don't remember well."

"It's okay." Shen Boyan replied, "It doesn't matter, it's been a long time."

His eyes were calm, and his unconcerned look made Cheng Wenjun bite his back teeth.

"Xiaoyan, you can say anything in front of me." Cheng Wenjun lowered his voice, "I will try my best to be your lover."

Shen Boyan glanced at Cheng Wenjun: "We just agreed to get married."

"Look, you I don’t remember my seafood allergy, what I like to eat, and I don’t even remember my hobbies..."

He leaned back on his seat and said something against his will: "Cheng Wenjun, no matter where our relationship has progressed in the past, One step, there is no need to continue now."

Cheng Wenjun breathed out.

He seemed to feel that Shen Boyan finally said something today that he had never said before, so he tried to strike while the iron was hot: "But, after all these years, Xiaoyan, I don't want the two of us to live like strangers."

He gritted his teeth . , said: "I'm not willing to do it."

"Yes, but it's not necessary." Shen Boyan shook his head, "Cheng Wenjun, why did you choose to alienate me back then instead of telling me the truth?"

"Because I wanted to protect you. "Cheng Wenjun said hurriedly, "I'm afraid that you will be hurt."

"Anyone can say something to remedy it." Shen Boyan said with a calm expression, "When you and I first got married, you didn't even think about talking about what happened before. I am a storyteller and a miser, so why should I believe you?"

Just as he was saying this, the waiter also brought up the bottom of the pot. Shen Boyan poured it down casually and said smoothly: "Actually, it's not necessary, Mr. Cheng Wen, just forget it. It's good for you and me."

Cheng Wenjun looked gloomy. Shen Boyan rarely said such pretentious words, and he was feeling sour when he heard Cheng Wenjun suddenly say: "Is it because of Meng Xinqiao?" When

Shen Boyan suddenly heard this, he was first surprised by Cheng Wenjun's ability to associate, and then brought him to his attention. Partly confused, partly confused, partly angry, and partly speechless, he asked, "What?"

"Is it because of Meng Xinqiao?" Cheng Wenjun pursed his lips, "Will you not accept me because of him? "

No." Shen Boyan immediately denied, "Do we know each other that well?"

"He is not a good person." After hearing this, Cheng Wenjun tried to continue, "Xiaoyan, you saw it." , He has been targeting Fei Jin, and he has other motives for approaching you... You must not be deceived by him."

"Lie?" Shen Boyan said nonsense, "Don't worry, I don't think he is sincere."

After the negative comments about Meng Xinqiao, Cheng Wenjun felt relieved.

"Yes, people like them are like that." He didn't know who he was talking about. "It's better to stay away from him."

"I know." Shen Boyan agreed.

While talking, they ate hot pot. Shen Boyan firmly remembered the forty minutes mentioned by Meng Xinqiao and ate slowly.

Cheng Wenjun, on the other hand, opened up his chatterbox and spent the entire meal preaching to Shen Boyan about Meng Xinqiao's dark deeds.

"...Xiaoyan, you don't know how insidious his methods are." His voice sounded a bit gritted, "Not only do he have a good personal relationship with the senior executives of our company, but he also always gets ahead of us and blocks our time. I don’t know what kind of grudges I have with him, so I want to force Fei Jin like this!”

“Well, it’s very baffling.” Shen Boyan’s eyes drifted to the screen of his phone.

"His thoughts are too deep. God knows what he will do to you if he doesn't get any information from you." Cheng Wenjun continued to be filled with indignation, "I feel scared just thinking about it."

"It's a bit scary." Shen Boyan repeated.

A message from Meng Xinqiao popped up on the phone, which was an "OK" gesture. Shen Boyan immediately broke away from the awkward and headache-inducing chat and said, "I'm full."

There were not many dishes left on the table, and there wasn't much cooking in the pot. The pouring rain has stopped, the streets are wet, and pedestrians have put away their umbrellas.

Cheng Wenjun still had more to say, but seeing that Shen Boyan had decided to leave, he had no choice but to compromise: "Okay, let's go."

When he opened the door of the hotpot restaurant, the smell of rain mixed with the smell of dust on the road hit his face. .

Cheng Wenjun followed Shen Boyan and lowered his head to reply to the messages on his phone.

He raised his head inadvertently, and his expression suddenly froze.

Shen Boyan followed his gaze and saw the figure of an acquaintance.

The man had just hung up a phone call and was about to put the phone back into his coat pocket. But before he could take action, the screen lit up again.

Is he the person arranged by Meng Xinqiao?

Shen Boyan thought half confused.

"Hi, you guys are here too."

The man came up familiarly, with a warm smile on his face that was somewhat similar to Cheng Wenjun.

Cheng Wenjun's expression was obviously not as good-looking as that person's.

"Cheng Wen'an?" He spoke coldly.

"Why, you don't want to see me." Cheng Wen'an smiled and shrugged.

His phone screen lit up for the third time.

This time Shen Boyan finally clearly saw the name of the person who kept calling.

Cheng Wenjun laughed mockingly, as if he had caught something.

"Cheng Wen'an," he said meaningfully, "I think your uncle might not be happy to see you contact Jiang Jing, right?"