After I became a stand-in, I made the male protagonist cry[MTL]

Chapter 20

　　It was noon when he came out of the hospital. The scorching sun was shining directly on him, making Wen Heng feel like he was burning.

　　The moment my brain froze, a car stopped in front of me. The window rolled down, revealing Qu Mubai's cool and delicate face.

　　"boarding."

　　Wen Heng didn't say anything, he just quietly opened the passenger door and sat in.

　　The air conditioner was on in the car, and the cool air reduced the burning sensation on his skin a little.

　　Both of them were silent at the same time. Wen Heng didn't say anything either. He leaned his head against the window, staring out, watching the rapidly changing scenery in a daze.

　　Why is it him?

　　Thinking back to his previous life, he also struggled on his own. But when he was about to graduate from his senior year and had already found a job, God played a big joke on him and he died.

　　The same orphan character, the same carefree life, the difference is that his life now is like a stopwatch with a countdown, and when the pointer returns to zero, he will be gone.

　　Ah.

　　Wen Heng thought it was funny and grinned, but he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

　　The Qiao family has already been offended, but they will not give up easily. The person next to him only treats him as a substitute, and there is a high probability that he can no longer be relied on. What should he do? In the clash between capital and ordinary college students, how can he win?

　　His fingertips kept tapping on his knees. Wen Heng didn't show it on his face, but he was constantly calculating in his heart.

　　"Why not?"

　　The sudden sound from the side made Wen Heng, who was distracted, unable to react for a moment. After a moment of silence, he realized what Qu Mubai had asked. He rubbed his swollen temples and said in a calm tone,

　　"It's nothing, it's all resolved."

　　"How did you solve it?"

　　Wen Heng could hear the suppressed anger in his voice, but he didn't understand where the anger came from and why he was angry at him for no reason.

　　"Let's not talk about it now that it's in the past." Wen Heng was also a little annoyed and didn't want to say too much.

　　"squeak--"

　　The car stopped suddenly, leaving a black mark on the road before it came to a stop. Qu Mubai pulled his tie violently twice, took two deep breaths, and then spoke.

　　"So what do you want to ask?"

　　"No."

　　"good very good."

　　Wen Heng was puzzled and turned to look at Qu Mubai, only to find that the collar of his shirt had been damaged by the man's violent behavior just now. His pair of black eyes, which seemed to be unable to accommodate everything, were now red, with a bit of grievance in them that had not yet dissipated.

　　He had never shown himself like this before in front of others, which made Wen Heng stunned.

　　"you......"

　　"It's okay." Qu Mubai closed his eyes, buried all his emotions in his heart, and restarted the car.

　　But the car was no longer heading towards the apartment. It turned a corner and arrived at the gate of Peking University after more than ten minutes.

　　Both of them were holding back their anger, and Wen Heng didn't want to speak first. But after he got out of the car, the car in front of him stepped on the accelerator and sped away, leaving him feeling depressed by the exhaust fumes.

　　Qu Mubai in the car was not much calmer than him. When a call came in, the person on the other end was still asleep.

　　"Master Qu, it's only 12 o'clock, what are you doing?"

　　"Come out for a drink."

　　"Now?!"

　　"Well, let's meet at the Hong Kong Coliseum."

"ah!"

　　Ignoring the other party's wailing, he stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the target.

　　In the Red Hall, the largest bar in Beidu, Qu Mubai handed the key to the waiter waiting on the side and pushed open the door to the eternal night.

　　Even in the daytime, this place is bustling with activity, with flashing lights changing to match the deafening music, people swaying and dancing in the middle of the dance floor, wine glasses clinking everywhere, and the space filled with smoke. Every decadent and hungry soul is satisfied here.

　　Qu Mubai just came over with an indifferent look in his eyes. Compared with the crazy crowd, he seemed extremely out of place.

　　"Mu Bai, here." Lu Zhiming, who was most likely sleeping upstairs, waved at him and looked at his messy clothes, raising his eyebrows.

　　"Hey, is this still that exquisite little tune?"

　　He and Qu Mubai were childhood friends. According to the elders, their friendship started when they wore open-crotch pants. They were used to seeing him dressed neatly and cleanly as a young master, so this was the first time they had seen him dressed in such a wild style.

　　"What's going on? You're asking me to drink in broad daylight."

　　Qu Mubai said nothing, drank the whiskey on the coffee table, stared at the remaining ice in the glass, and said in a restrained tone,

　　"Zhiming, I found him."

　　The explosive information made Lu Zhiming's eyes widen unconsciously, but before he could ask,

　　The man next to him threw himself hard onto the sofa, covered his eyes with his right hand, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable trembling.

　　"But he really doesn't remember me."