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"I don't quite understand what you mean." Ye Jinghui smiled pretendingly relaxed.

Siming didn't explain, and continued to look into the distance. After a long time, he said softly: "You will understand."

A colorful light suddenly lit up in the distance, like a rainbow, flashing quickly around the circular clock. There seemed to be some kind of celebration tonight, and beautiful fireworks were set off on Times Square, clusters blooming in the sky, Brighten up the entire night sky.

The hour and minute hands coincide, and red words flash on the huge timer, 00:00:00

Ye Jinghui glanced at the big clock and said calmly: "You brought me here to wait for zero?"

"At midnight, the huge clock in Times Square will flash the most dazzling lights." Siming paused, pointing to the distance, "Look, there on the left, like a golden ribbon, is Beijiang On the right side, surrounded by several high-rise buildings in the shape of peony flowers, it is the university town. Further on, the brightly lit place is the most famous local night snow club. Although the Crazy bar you are in is beautiful, in the vast night view, But you can't see anything."

"What do you mean?" Ye Jinghui continued to pretend not to understand.

"I want to take you out of that place. As long as you nod, I will take care of everything. You can stay by my side with a new identity and stop betraying yourself."

"Oh?" Ye Jinghui leaned forward with a smirk, "Mr. Si, why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?"

"You will understand." Siming leaned down and held the railing, and said calmly.

"I don't understand."

"Then go back and listen to that song again."

"Which song?"

"Don't play dumb with me." Siming glanced at him, then turned back, "Actually, even if you can't climb to the highest point, you can still enjoy the beautiful scenery. When you are tired from climbing, if someone cares, you can stop Come down." The conversation changed, "Do you know Xiao Yi?"

"heard about it."

"He has returned to China." Siming paused slightly, "The position of president has always been vacant, and the candidate is between me and him. A storm within Dongcheng is inevitable."

Ye Jinghui seemed not interested, and lazily replied: "I don't understand these shopping malls, Mr. Si, it's useless for you to tell me these things."

"You don't need to understand." Siming cast his eyes on the Dongcheng Group headquarters, which is far away from the Xingyun Building, "I have some troubles, I can't sleep in the middle of the night, and I want to talk to someone, as long as you can listen."

"So you took me over in the middle of the night just to blow the cold wind and talk." Ye Jinghui smiled meaningfully, "Don't you need to do anything else?"

Siming ignored his smile. Instead, he stared at him and asked, "How about you? I think you're not in a good mood. If you have something to say, you can tell me."

Perhaps because his gaze was too heavy, Ye Jinghui stopped talking and laughing for a rare moment, and remained silent for a moment, leaning over and leaning on the railing just like him.

"If someone betrayed you, what would you do?" Because of his seriousness, Ye Jinghui's voice was not frivolous, but with a touch of indifference.

Siming turned his head and glanced at him.

"That depends on who it is."

"What if it's your closest and most trusted person?"

Siming was silent for a moment.

"Maybe I'll let him go."

Ye Jinghui was also silent, and after a long time, he asked softly, "Why?"

"I just feel that if I tortured the person I used to be the closest and most trustworthy to death, I would also feel uncomfortable. Since the betrayal has already happened and cannot be remedied, it is better to give him a way to live, and it is not in vain for a friend."

Ye Jinghui smiled: "It makes sense."

"Why do you ask about this?"

"Oh, there is a MB who betrayed the store manager who adopted him for five years. I have always been curious. The store manager did his best to him, even took care of him and protected him like his own brother, but why did he betray when he said he was betraying. I am also very surprised why the store manager did not deal with him, but let him go. Now that you say it like this, it seems quite reasonable. "

Siming smiled: "Your store manager is also a sweetheart."

Ye Jinghui didn't answer, turned his head sideways, put his finger on Siming's shoulder, and smiled ambiguously: "I'm done talking. Continue to blow the cold wind at night, or go back to the house and do something more interesting?"

Siming glanced at him, turned around and led him into the elevator.

The elevator continued to go up and stopped when it reached the top floor.It was the closest place to the sky, overlooking the most spectacular view of the entire city. It was quite in line with his personality that he bought a room on this floor.

Ambitious men naturally have a unique charm.

Ye Jinghui glanced at him sideways. Under the light, his eyes were still dark and deep, and he had a unique kingly temperament, but he hid himself too deeply, and standing next to him had a freezing effect.

Siming's room is spacious and tidy, without a single piece of luxurious furniture, nor a single extraneous decoration.Whether it is the living room or the kitchen, it is so simple that it is clear at a glance, without the slightest warmth of home.The furniture is all made of metal, and the whole room seems to lack a human atmosphere, only mechanical and cold.

Each room is covered with dark gray floor-length curtains, which seem to be completely isolated from the outside when the curtains are lowered, adding a bit of haze to the room.

Ye Jinghui walked into the room step by step, feeling like walking into hell.

"Go take a shower first."

"Aren't you together?"

Siming glanced at him and frowned slightly.

Ye Jinghui hurriedly smiled and closed the bathroom door.

The bathroom is spacious and the bathtub is big enough for two people with ease.The shower gel, shampoo, and jelly water on the sink are neatly arranged from high to low, and it can be seen that he is a well-cultivated man.But he seems to be passing through, even the towels are folded squarely.

Ye Jinghui put a tub of warm water, soaked himself in it and took a bath comfortably, then put on the brand new white pajamas with the logo still intact.Pushing open the door of the bathroom, stepping on slippers, he walked out. Ye Jinghui's body was covered with a layer of light water because he had just showered, and a series of water dripped gently from his shiny black hair, making him extremely sexy.

Siming looked at him, unable to look away for a long time.

Ye Jinghui leaned over with a smirk, and kissed him gently on the cheek: "Do you prefer to be on the bed, or to..."

Siming grabbed his waist fiercely, moved his feet, and led him directly into the bedroom.

Just when he wanted to press Ye Jinghui onto the bed like the last time, Ye Jinghui suddenly made a backhand, with a strong arm, turned over and pressed Siming onto the bed!

"You subdue me twice with the same move, you underestimate me too much."

Ye Jinghui pressed on him, smiling ambiguously.

Siming stared at him without saying a word.

After staring at each other for a long time, Ye Jinghui leaned down, leaned into his ear, and said softly: "Mr. Si, I forgot to tell you that there are many kinds of Moneyboys. I never do the one below."

"Oh?" Siming replied flatly.

Ye Jinghui nodded and continued to smirk: "Don't worry, I will be gentle."

Siming smiled slightly, hooked one leg around Ye Jinghui's waist, turned it over easily, and pressed him down again, and incidentally clamped his body with his legs to prevent him from moving, crossed his arms, and folded back to the overhead.

The overbearing yet gentle movement is like tearing down a puppet. The strength in it is controlled very well, neither will it make Ye Jinghui feel pain, but also make it impossible for him to escape.

"It's not time to discuss the issue of ups and downs." Siming remained calm, leaned down, and gently kissed Ye Jinghui's forehead, "I won't touch you until you fall in love with me. Otherwise I can just go to your store to find other MBs. As I said, I am more than just 'interested' in you, I don't want to have 'one, night, love' with you, understand?" Saying that, she stood up gently , pulled the quilt to cover Ye Jinghui, "I forgot to tell you, don't use force with me, otherwise you will not end well." With a slight smile, he pulled the quilt for Ye Jinghui, "Go to sleep."

Then he turned and left gracefully.

Ye Jinghui was silent on the bed for a long time, and finally rolled his eyes in the direction he was leaving, and fell asleep sullenly.

……

The next night, Siming came to Crazy Bar again.

Ye Jinghui smiled and said, "Mr. Si, are you taking me out of the shop again today?"

"That's natural, I've made an appointment with you for three days."

It was the last day, and the dreadful days were coming to an end.

Ye Jinghui followed him out helplessly.

This time, the destination is still not a hotel, but an antique tea house.

Ye Jinghui put on a smiling face, but kept sneering in his heart: Is someone surnamed Si overplaying a little too much? Returning the teahouse, you might as well invite me to listen to Peking Opera.

Ye Jinghui loves the intoxicating transparent liquid in the goblet and the beautiful glass lines.He likes the transparent liquid slowly flowing into the mouth, and the scorching tingling sensation when the spicy taste slides through the esophagus. He is the type of person who likes to pursue stimulation, and hates the "long stream of water" the most.

And Si Ming obviously prefers to be quiet.

At this time, the two people with very different personalities are sitting face to face in the tea ceremony hall drinking tea, listening to the elegant folk music like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Ye Jinghui felt like his whole body was itching, and he didn't want to sit down for a moment.

He is not afraid of being pointed at him with knives and guns, nor is he afraid of going to a hotel with someone Si for a one-night stand, nor is he afraid of competing with him in bed.Ye Jinghui was afraid of this atmosphere so quiet that he could hear each other's breathing, as if there was some relationship between the two of them, as if they were ordinary couples on a date.

This feeling is annoying for no reason.

A delicate and beautiful woman in a cheongsam sits at the table, and a row of tea sets are lined up on the table.The exquisite purple sand pot and the neatly arranged cups are said to be called "tasting tea cups" and "smelling fragrance cups".There is such a set of tea sets in my home, and my father Ye Zhiyuan often uses it to make tea for almost 20 years. I didn’t know until today that the cup has such nice names as “Pinming” and “Wenxiang”.

Ye Jinghui resisted the inexplicable irritability, raised his eyebrows and looked at the tea art lady, and saw that she held up the fresh and tender tea leaves on a white tea tray and displayed them in front of the two, and then poured the tea into the purple sand pot, "Clean tea enters the palace, Comparing the purple sand pot to a palace, it is used to set off the nobility of the Eight Immortals tea." Then pour warm water, "Meng Chen showers, raise the temperature of the pot." Pour the pot of water into the cups one by one, "Clean the dust, rinse the cup with tea water One more time." As he spoke, he reversed it again: "Guo always turn around."

The idioms one by one sounded crisp and sweet, but Ye Jinghui didn't have much interest in studying these things.Listening to it as a layman can relieve boredom.

After the whole process was finally completed, the tea was delivered to the two of them.Before I drink it, there is a strong aroma, which is very special and refreshing.Ye Jinghui lowered his head and took a sip. The tea had a faint bitter taste. After sipping it carefully, there was a refreshing sweetness that could not dissipate on the tip of his tongue for a long time.Then I took another sip, the taste seemed to be more fragrant, and the wonderful feeling on the tip of the tongue made people linger, so I drank the tea in the cup one by one, and picked up another cup.

"It's delicious." When he looked up in admiration, Ye Jinghui twitched the corner of his mouth when he saw Siming slightly squinting his eyes and drinking tea as if enjoying himself.

The way the two get along as if they are on a date drives Ye Jinghui very crazy.

Although the tea is better than expected.

Although the process of tea art is complicated, if you are interested and listen carefully, it will not be interesting.

My dad loves tea art very much. He even invited the tea art lady to come to the house before. The tea is made of Pu’er tea. The process is terrible. The Bodhisattva was imprisoned, and the sky was rained with Dharma." Ye Jinghui couldn't laugh or cry, and finally he had a bitter face and drank the tea in one gulp.Father Ye frowned, and never made tea in front of him since then, saying that he is a vulgar person who can't taste tea, but only "drinks like a cow".

Ye Jinghui suddenly thought, since the three Ye family brothers grew up, almost everything would make dad angry. If Siming was his son, dad would definitely like him very much. Their father and son relationship would be very good, and they would get along very harmonious.