After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

Xu Jue searched for a parking space in the hospital parking lot for a long time.

Waiting outside the emergency room were the bodyguards who had accompanied Xu Li from childhood to adulthood.

When Xu Li was picked up from the orphanage by Xu's parents, he was weak. Coupled with the shadow of the lost child, Xu Li lived a life with bodyguards early on.

Xu Jue sat on the rest chair in the waiting area, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

Yuan Zhenhong replied sternly: "Madam made almond cake, young master is allergic to almonds."

Xu Jue became even more exhausted after listening, "How many times do I have to say it? It doesn't make sense to force yourself to do this kind of thing."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the emergency room opened, and Xu Li was pushed out by doctors and nurses and transferred to a single ward.

He looked sick, pale and recovering from a serious illness, but he still struggled to smile when he saw Xu Jue, "Brother, why are you here, I'm fine, don't worry."

Xu Jue walked over and sat by the hospital bed, gently holding his hand, "Xiao Li, I don't want to see this kind of thing again, you don't need to live for her, it's because she can't let go of the past. I need to take you in, you don't feel sorry for yourself, I do."

Xu Lihui held his hand, with tears in his eyes, "Brother... I knew you loved me the most."

Xu Jue stared at his tearful eyes, but somehow his thoughts drifted away. He recalled that Ye Rong had hardly shed tears in front of him in his memory, and even rarely showed aggrieved expression, just like a plant that cannot be pulled away. Inexhaustible weeds, not weak dodder flowers like Xu Li.

He also realized in an instant that the resemblance between the two of them was extremely limited, except that Xu Li's eyebrows and eyes were as clear and clean as Ye Rong's, he couldn't tell where they were alike.

But he didn't drift away for a long time, and soon he came back to his senses, and put his palm on Xu Li's face, which was gentle to Ye Rong that he had never felt before, "You are a gift from heaven, that family has long been not mine. If it wasn't for you, I don't know how long I'd be stuck in the abyss."

Xu Li rubbed his palm, tears rolled down from the corner of his eyes.

However, Xu Jue's phone call came at a very inappropriate time at this time, and when he hung up, it rang again, as if calling for his life.

In the end he picked it up impatiently, and Zhang Shaohui sounded over there in a panicked and weeping voice.

Xu Jue went from being irritable to dignified at the beginning, with deep creases between his brows, he hated iron and said: "What's the matter with you messing with that Hades to come to me...Ye Rong? What's the matter with Ye Rong?" ?”

I don't know what was said there, Xu Li only saw Xu Jue's expression change instantly, he let go of his hand and stood up abruptly, suppressing his terrible anger, "When did I ask you to touch him?!"

He clenched his fists tightly, and said harshly and cruelly, "Since it was me who committed the crime and caused the trouble, then wait for your death slowly."

He cut off the phone decisively, frowning deeply in thought.

Before Xu Li could intervene, Xu Jue told Yuan Zhenhong, who had been standing beside him, "Take good care of Xiao Li."

Then she turned her head and planted a tender kiss on Xu Li's forehead, and said softly, "I have something to do and I have to go. If you miss me, call me. I'm on call 24 hours a day."

Xu Li didn't ask any more questions, but nodded obediently.

Xu Jue left in a hurry without hesitation, but Xu Li stared blankly at the direction he left in a daze.

And the tears on his face were wiped off bit by bit by the silent Yuan Zhenhong with a warm water towel.

"Twenty and ten minutes." Yuan Zhenhong glanced at his watch, and reported the number as usual, "Young master only stayed for twenty and ten minutes this time."

Xu Li's gaze gradually dimmed, and he muttered to himself: "Brother Zhenhong, do you think he knows...he has changed."

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Although Ye Rong asked for leave early in the morning, but due to some force majeure, he lingered until the afternoon before leaving. When he was about to get home, he looked at the time and reckoned that Ye Sheng might have already prepared dinner.

As soon as he arrived downstairs, Ye Rong seemed to smell the aroma of beef brisket stewed with potatoes, mixed with the smell of paint that had lingered for a long time after someone's renovation. He couldn't help but have the illusion that he had fallen back into the world again.

The corridor lights in the old community had been broken for a while, and no one responded to calls from the property management. Ye Rong took out his mobile phone in the dark.

The flash of light made him narrow his eyes slightly, and without any preparation, he turned on the flashlight and snapped a picture of a big living person in the darkness, Ye Rong suddenly widened his eyes when he lost his voice in fright.

Ye Rong hurriedly took two steps back, slowly stood still, took a closer look, and hesitantly called out the name of a person who could not appear here at all, "Xu Jue?"

Xu Jue raised his hand to block the bright light, but asked a meaningless question, "Why did you come back so late?"

Ye Rong frowned and didn't answer him, but just lowered the phone, avoiding him to go upstairs.

However, Xu Jue stepped forward and grabbed his arm as if he couldn't see his unwillingness to talk, "Ye Rong, Zhang Shaohui's matter has nothing to do with me."

In fact, Xu Jue didn't know why he ran over to explain in a flash of his brain, and he even thought up a complete set of arguments to prove his innocence.

But he didn't expect Ye Rong to be completely uninterested in hearing his defense, so he responded very casually, and asked again: "Is there anything else?"

Xu Jue was stunned for a moment, then squeezed his arm even more forcefully, and said almost word for word, "I never wanted to hurt you in the past."

Ye Rong sighed deeply, opened his fingers bit by bit, and said the words without mercy, "Xu Jue, I never believe that you don't know anything about these things, you just think that their bullying to me is a small blow." Small trouble, just a few words of scolding, no matter how serious it is, it’s just a beating, it’s just some insignificant skin trauma.”

"But the knife didn't fall on you, so how would you know it hurts? I used to be the one who was cheap, but now I don't want to go any further. I'm tired... Forget it, you won't understand even if I tell you. Make it clear, as you wish, we will break up once and for all, if we want to break up, we will break up completely, you can go, don't see each other again."

Xu Jue wanted to say something, moved his lips, but felt that no matter what he said, it seemed superfluous.

Years of upbringing did not allow him to do more rude things, so he let go of his hand silently, stood under the steps and looked up at Ye Rong, emotions that he didn't understand were churning in his heart, the sky was filled with fog, and he was in it But nothing caught.

Ye Rong didn't look at him again, left him no longer nostalgic, and took advantage of the light to go upstairs.

When he got home, Ye Sheng had left the door open, Ye Rong opened the door and walked in. There were already four dishes on the dining table, he smelled the smell of the kitchen, it seemed that he was making the last fish soup.

Wearing an apron, Ye Sheng leaned out half of his body from the kitchen, pointed at the small tea table under the TV with a wooden handle spoon, "I bought you a box of cherries, washed them and put them there, you can eat them after you finish eating." dinner time."

Ye Rong walked over and pinched two of them and put them in his mouth, murmured: "It's Xiao Sheng who knows your brother and me best, comfortable."

Ye Sheng turned around and went back to make soup, while Ye Rong went to his bedroom to pack a few seasonal clothes that he often wears and planned to take them there in a few days, just in case there was no change of clothes when the weather changed.

After tidying up, he collapsed on the bed in a large font, his mind was in a mess, and he had to find a way to deal with those burdensome and useless memories and emotions.

After walking around slowly, staring at the wall watch with his eyes open, he got up and opened the drawer to find a new glass jar and a red glass bead.

The red beads are bright in color, as if blood has coagulated inside, and look heavy.

Thinking about Xu Jue's face, Ye Rong threw the bead into the jar with a jingle.

Ye Sheng called him to eat outside.

The two sat down together, concentrated on eating a few mouthfuls of food, and said at the same time tacitly, "You..."

Ye Rong especially respected the old and loved the young and asked Ye Sheng to explain first, "You speak first."

Without hesitation, Ye Sheng took out the stack of photos from his pocket and put them in front of Ye Rong. He couldn't see the contents inside, and said seriously: "The ones Zhang Shaoxu put in my desk, they should still have the negatives. Find a way to get it back."

Ye Rong had no expression on his face, and slowly spread out the photos like playing poker, and took out a photo with the largest scale that almost showed his whole body, raised his eyes and asked, "You hurt people because of these things?"

Ye Sheng pursed his lips tightly and did not reply.

Ye Rong sighed faintly, gesticulated and touched herself, and murmured sadly, "I don't even have such a thin waist, this peach... tsk tsk is not normal..."

Ye Sheng, who suddenly felt that his IQ had been insulted, grabbed a photo and looked at it carefully. Ye Rong was still thinking about it, "I'm 1.8 meters tall, how can I be so petite!"

Ye Sheng calmed down completely at this moment, and finally he was able to think from an objective point of view. If you look carefully at the person in the photo, you can actually tell that it is not Ye Rong.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly relaxed his tense shoulders. He didn't feel any regret at all, but was grateful from the bottom of his heart because the person in the photo was not Ye Rong.

He knew that when it came to Ye Rong, he would never be like himself, unable to calm down and restrain himself.

Ye Shengzheng put away those photos as if nothing had happened, and decisively threw them into the trash can.

Ye Rong looked at him with his chin in his hands, and said with a smile: "Next time, you can't be so impulsive, and you should thank Mr. Fu when you look back. It's not like he's not going to end this business."

As soon as Fu Wenyuan was mentioned, Ye Sheng couldn't help frowning, "Ye Rong, I read your so-called contract, do you think it's reasonable? Why did he give you so much money? There is no good thing in the sky. Don't be sold and count the money for others!"

Ye Rong bit her chopsticks and showed a puzzled expression, "I thought about it for a long time, and found that I am not even worth being used by others. If I were a girl, I might still worry that he would be greedy for me, but I... give it away for nothing. People may not want it."

The more Ye Rong thought about it, the more ridiculous he felt, and he laughed, "You really think I'm a sweet potato that everyone wants to take a bite of? I'm writing a Mary Su novel here."

He stuffed a piece of beef into his mouth and chewed it, and said inscrutably, "You don't understand, these days, even Mary Sue has to be logical."

[The author has something to say: Happy New Year everyone! ! !All the best in the new year, safe and sound!

Thank you for your tickets~ There is also a cute little dgu who gave out red envelopes, it really cost me a lot]