He went out and saw someone holding a sign for accommodation, walked over and asked him, "How much is a night?"

The man looked at Chen Xing's dress, thought he was a student who came to travel, and quoted the price: "One hundred and fifty-one nights."

Chen Xingxiang heard a very funny joke: "Master, do you take me as a Kaizi?"

After speaking, he was about to leave, and the uncle holding the placard quickly stopped Chen Xing and said to him, "Fifty, can't be any lower."

The small hotel is not far from the airport. Chen Xing got into the minibus with passengers. After waiting for a while, there were six people in the car and they drove to the hotel together.

There were two little girls who were also traveling to Beijing. They laughed at Chen Xing and chatted with him.

Chen Xing was blown by the cold wind, and his spirit improved a little. When he returned to the girl's words, he was no longer sleepy.

At this moment, his cell phone rang, and when he saw it, it was Lin Xiucheng, and he didn't answer or hang up.

A thinner girl asked him, "Is it a scam call?"

Chen Xing nodded solemnly: "Russia called, the ghost knows what it is."

The minibus swayed for ten minutes and came to a low-rise building.

Lin Xiucheng was also very wronged.

He talked hard with the Swiss for a whole day, signed the contract, changed the ticket and went home early, opened the door of the master bedroom, and only half of the chain was left on the bed.

Why can Chen Xing run so fast, because he can go anywhere he wants.

In order to give him a memory, Lin Xiucheng, like all fathers who teach unfilial sons a lesson, stopped his credit card and planned to hang him for a few days like Chen Xing hangs him.

However, Lin Xiucheng regretted it when Chen Xing didn't finish the first time he brushed the hotel.

His baby tossed him into a bruise, and he couldn't even have a place to stay.

Chen Xing tried every card once, and Lin Xiucheng made up for his pitiful appearance in front of the counter, and told Lin Sen to open Chen Xing's card again.

But Chen Xing never brushed it again.

In the face of Chen Xing's matter, Lin Xiucheng was always slapping himself in the face, and when he opened the card, Chen Xing did not swipe.

Chen Xing slept in the small hotel's cramped single room with insufficient heating, got up and rubbed his eyes, just as Jiang Zhengzhen called him.

"Chen Xing, I'm in Sanya, just got off the plane, why are you looking for me?" Jiang Zhengzhen's loud voice came from the microphone, and Chen Xing, who was lonely and helpless, was unable to speak while holding the phone.

He rested in his room to recuperate, his throat was dry and smoking, and his body was not adapted to the dry winter in the north. At night, Chen Xing finally developed a low-grade fever.

Lin Xiucheng, who was drugged, had been lying down all night for a day and still insisted on running back from London to Beijing with his talent and physique, but he finally lost to the climate in the north of the motherland.

In the evening, Lin Xiucheng called him, and Chen Xing answered. His voice was low and hoarse.

"Where are you?" Lin Xiucheng asked him.

He stood in the lobby of the hotel where Chen Xing had swiped his card and called Chen Xing.

"I can't tell you, you are going to settle accounts with me," Chen Xing took the antipyretic medicine, his head was unclear, and he refused to disclose the location.

Chen Xing changed his mobile phone, and Lin Xiucheng didn't put on his position anymore. If he wasn't in this hotel, in such a big Beijing city, he really didn't know where to find him for a while. Chen Xing's state made Lin Xiucheng Worried, he softened his tone and coaxed him: "I lied to you, what can I do with you, aren't you in the W Hotel?"

"Well," Chen Xing sat up, took a sip of water, felt better, and asked Lin Xiucheng, "Where are you, I'll come find you."

When Lin Xiucheng saw that he lived here, he would not have a good time next year.

Lin Xiucheng listened to Chen Xing's question, and simply opened a room and gave Chen Xing the room number.

Chen Xing came quickly, with a backpack in his hand, knocked on Lin Xiucheng's door, and walked inside on his own.

Lin Xiucheng looked at Chen Xing's listless appearance and told him to stop.

"What the hell are you running for?" he asked helplessly. "Will I eat you?"

Chen Xing threw his bag and sat on the edge of the bed, watching him without speaking.

Lin Xiucheng walked over and said the question that he had been thinking about for a long time: "Chen Xing, do you regret it?"

Chen Xing frowned and still didn't answer.

"I'll give you one last chance," Lin Xiucheng walked up to Chen Xing, reached out and raised his face, telling him to look at him.

Chen Xing finally spoke up. Taking the cool air outside, he asked coldly, "What chance?"

"The chance to let you get out of this door," Lin Xiucheng told him, "if you don't run away today, and you dare to run again in the future, I'll break your legs and put you in a wheelchair, and ask for it wherever you go. I push you."

Chen Xing thought for a while, scolded Lin Xiucheng for being sick, fell on the bed, curled up and fell asleep.

He wanted to tell Lin Xiucheng that he was running here and there because he was too insecure and didn't want to hear Lin Xiucheng's adult-like rejection. But this kind of weak confession was not his style, so he didn't say it.

Lin Xiucheng watched Chen Xing lay meekly on his bed, walked over and lay down beside him, kissed Chen Xing's soft lips, Chen Xing raised his eyelids and glanced at him, stretched out his hand to hold him, and slept together. A sense of retreat.

When they woke up, they were both hungry. Chen Xing said that he was going to eat roast duck. He walked to the elevator. Lin Xiu took a call from work. Chen Xing went downstairs to the lobby to wait for him. As soon as the elevator door opened, he saw An unexpected person.

His biological father, Chen Zian, wearing a suit and cashmere coat, looked at him, and each other was surprised.

Chen Zian returned to China alone this time, and his family was not around, so when he called Chen Xing, he brought some eagerness and affection.

Chen Xing squinted him a few times and let him pull him to sit on the waiting sofa beside him.