How can I know the strategy? It's all because my wife loves me

Mo Yang's heart tightened, and he quickly climbed onto Ye Hongxuan's shoulder, gently licking his neck and cheek to soothe him.

Hongxuan is now just a little crybaby. He cries at the slightest provocation, as if he were made of water.

Mo Yang was really scared. Seeing him dropping gold beans, his heart felt like it was being pulled by something and it ached.

But every time he saw the well-behaved and somewhat silly Hongxuan, Mo Yang couldn't help but want to bully him...

"Meow~"

Mo Yang let out a low cry and rubbed his head against the side of Ye Hongxuan's face.

Ye Hongxuan's face was full of grievance, and although his eyes were still red, at least he didn't let tears fall this time.

There was a sudden knock on the door. Ye Hongxuan rubbed his eyes, sat up, straightened his clothes, and looked at Mo Yang with resentment.

"Bad cat!"

Ye Hongxuan's condemnation had no effect on Mo Yang at all. In fact, seeing his appearance, Mo Yang wanted to bully him even more.

Ye Hongxuan didn't know what Mo Yang was thinking. He thought he had warned Mo Yang, so he put on his shoes and went to open the door.

"Hong——"

Ye Hongxuan just opened the door, saw a figure outside, and immediately closed the door again.

The people outside were turned away before they even had time to call out their names.

"Hongxuan, I heard from Hongyu that you are moving out? I just want to know what happened."

Hearing the voice of someone outside the door, Ye Hongxuan's face looked unhappy.

"Nothing to do with you."

"You're just going to let me stand at the door and talk? If someone passes by, they'll talk about it."

This man spoke with the same shamelessness as Ye Hongyu.

Ye Hongxuan took a deep breath, turned around, opened the door, and let the person outside in.

[It's Ye Zheming,] Xiao Qi reminded Mo Yang in his sea of ​​consciousness, [How come he arrived before Mo Shuang?]

"It's okay, I'm here." Mo Yang would not let anything happen to Hongxuan under his nose.

But he stayed on the bed without moving, just pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the conversation between the two people in the living room.

"When Hongyu came home yesterday, his hand was injured. It was his right hand that he often used to draw on."

Ye Zheming sighed and sat on the sofa without considering himself as an outsider. "Because of this, Hongyu's mother cried and screamed as if the sky had fallen."

"You don't have to tell me about your family affairs." Ye Hongxuan didn't believe that Ye Zheming came to chat with him.

"But Hongyu said that you hurt him?"

Ye Hongxuan frowned and stood at the doorway, far away from Ye Zheming. "He was the first to start. If you are talking about this matter, I will compensate for his medical expenses."

Ye Zheming sneered, "Our Ye family is not so poor that we can't even afford the medical expenses."

"But you also know that we only have one son, Hongyu, and we have nurtured him since he was young. His mother has devoted all her efforts to taking care of him and will not tolerate any grain of sand in her eyes. There must be an explanation for this matter."

Seeing that Ye Hongxuan didn't say anything, Ye Zheming looked up and glanced at him.

He didn’t know if it was his illusion, but Ye Zheming felt that this person seemed a little different from the last time he saw him.

Ye Zheming couldn't tell exactly what the difference was.

He didn't really care about it at first, maybe his temperament had changed.

"I heard that at school, your two works coincidentally overlapped?"

"What do you want to say?"

Ye Hongxuan finally understood who Ye Hongyu learned his style of doing things from. The father and son are exactly the same.

"Hongxuan, there are only two of us here, so I'll be frank.

Hongyu would never plagiarize, and would never miss this opportunity to participate in the competition."

"As for you, if you can't participate in this year's competition, you can still participate next year. As long as you behave yourself, I can talk to the school and ask them not to announce the results of the investigation into this plagiarism incident."

"You can still live in this house. I've already told Hongyu that he won't bother you anymore."

"..."

Ye Hongxuan understood this time.

Ye Zheming, like Ye Hongyu, wanted him to bear the reputation of plagiarism. As long as he was obedient, Ye Hongyu's mother would not pursue the matter of her son's injury and would continue to rent a house to him.

This family is really in cahoots with each other, like snakes and rats flock together, birds of a feather flock together...

"The person who plagiarized is Ye Hongyu,"

Ye Hongxuan glanced at the bedroom inadvertently, thinking that Mo Yang should be able to hear them talking, he cleared his throat and said,

"My sister has evidence in her hands, don't try to throw dirty water on me."

Mo Yang behind the bedroom door wagged his tail in satisfaction.

Hongxuan is still very smart and knows how to rely on him.

If there were no outsiders around, Mo Yang would definitely pounce on Hongxuan and kiss him hard.

"There are still competitions to be held. Whether Ye Hongyu can participate or not has nothing to do with me. But you want me to withdraw, and I won't accept that."

The more Ye Hongxuan spoke, the more confident he became.

Thinking that Mo Yang was behind the door, Ye Hongxuan felt that he could not be too weak.

What belongs to him is his. Mo Yang said that he will always be with him in the future. Ye Hongxuan is not afraid of Ye Zheming.

"Do you know what you are talking about?!"

Ye Zheming looked at the unfamiliar people in front of him and doubted whether Ye Hongxuan had mental problems.

"What did you just say? Your sister? Hongxuan, are you hysterical?

You'd better think it over carefully. In this world, I'm the only one who can help you. Without me, you can't even go to school!

Even strangers know how to repay a favor, let alone you? Are you going to argue with us over such a small matter? ! "

"..."

Ye Hongxuan hesitated for a moment.

What Ye Zheming said was right, he did receive help from Ye Zheming.

A favor should be repaid, so is he...

Ye Zheming did not miss the twinkle in Ye Hongxuan's eyes, and struck while the iron was hot.

"I have never asked you for anything before. This time, I just want you to give Hongyu a chance. You won't even lose anything.

Hongxuan, Hongyu is my son, no matter what, I can't just sit there and do nothing about him."

Ye Hongxuan frowned, lowered his head, and listened to Ye Zheming's words.

"Yes, but..."

Ye Hongxuan felt that what Ye Zheming said was wrong, but as Ye Zheming was staring at him, he couldn't find out what was wrong for a while.

"You expect Hongxuan to be grateful to you just for renting a house?

You got drunk and had sex with your students, forcing them to have abortions, but you didn't mention the fact that you ignored your illegitimate child for so many years."

Ye Hongxuan was struggling alone when the bedroom door opened with Mo Yang's low and chuckled voice.

"Mo Yang!"

Ye Hongxuan's eyes lit up instantly, and when he saw Mo Yang smiling at him, he rushed over with a red face.

"good."

Mo Yang hugged Ye Hongxuan into his arms and rubbed his head with a smile.

Then he pressed Ye Hongxuan's head against his chest to prevent him from looking at Ye Zheming again.

"who are you?"

Ye Zheming saw a man suddenly appear in Ye Hongxuan's room——

She also has a good temperament and extremely superior looks.

I couldn't help but feel surprised.

How could Ye Hongxuan know such a person?

And what he said just now, this happened so many years ago, and this man only looks to be in his early twenties, how could he know?

"I'm from Hongxuan," Mo Yang paused, "my love."

Feeling the person in his arms obviously tense for a moment, Mo Yang smiled and patted Ye Hongxuan's back with his big hand.

"My baby just woke up and is not awake yet,"

Mo Yang pulled a chair and sat down, letting Ye Hongxuan sit astride him and holding him in his arms. He opened his eyelids and glanced at Ye Zheming, "If you have anything to say, talk to me."