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

As soon as Ye Rong arrived at the door, the door opened from the inside, Ye Sheng stood in front of him, took his slippers from the shoe rack and put them on the ground for him to change.

Ye Rong stepped on one and kicked off the grinding shoes, put on slippers and rushed into the bathroom.

With a clatter, two alive and kicking goldfish were dumped into the bathtub full of water.

Ye Sheng looked at the back and his face turned dark, "That's the bath water for you."

Ye Rong was startled, turned back to look at Ye Sheng, and then turned to see if there was any tragic image of boiled fish soup inside.

"The water temperature is just right. You came back so late, it's already cold." Ye Sheng said, going to the kitchen to heat up food for him.

Ye Rong didn't take it seriously, and waved his hand, "I can take a shower, and I'll go to the supermarket tomorrow to buy a fish tank, so I can make do with it for the night."

The microwave oven rang, and Ye Sheng put on a bowl of thickly boiled vegetable and meat porridge on the dining table wearing insulated gloves.

Ye Rongji came over with his slipper on, and stirred the spoon to dissipate the heat in the soup. He pressed the remote control to turn on the TV when he heard the sound of the zipper behind him.

Ye Sheng opened the backpack he brought back, poured out all the miscellaneous things inside, and carefully sorted them one by one.

"Ye Rong, how old are you?" Ye Sheng picked up a few transparent glass jars, filled with colorful glass beads, which refracted beautiful light under the lamp, and you could hear the crisp collision when you shake them slightly Voice.

With porridge in his mouth, Ye Rong said vaguely: "It's not big or small, call me brother!"

Unexpectedly, his always obedient brother turned a deaf ear and put down the glass jar to pack other things.

Ye Rong felt inexplicably relieved by the overcooked minced meat and the fragrance of vegetables in his mouth. He chewed and chewed before swallowing a little bit, picked up a glass jar, and muttered softly, "What do you know, this is mine. Mood recorder! Advanced."

As he spoke, he took out a few and showed them to Ye Sheng, "Green means you are in a good mood, yellow means you are depressed, white means you are empty-headed, and black means you have been unlucky recently."

Ye Sheng's gaze was attracted by these radiant glass balls. He was accustomed to Ye Rong's weird thoughts and fully tolerated them. He pointed to the red glass ball in Ye Rong's hand and asked, "What about this one?"

Ye Rong clenched his palms and stuffed the beads one by one into his glass jar, "That's nothing interesting, I just bought it for fun because it looks good, look, it's so beautiful, it looks like a red agate."

"Childish." Ye Sheng snorted.

Ye Rong was annoyed by his improper attitude, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and immediately the hero of Liangshan poured himself a big mouthful of porridge as a threat.

Ye Sheng ignored his threat, frowned and shook his few pieces of clothes, rubbed them up and threw them into the washing machine again with a look of disgust, and said in a low voice, "It all smells like that dead dog."

The washing machine buzzed, Ye Sheng raised his voice, and asked calmly, "Is it really broken this time?"

Ye Rong bit the spoon for a moment, then threw the spoon away and hugged the bowl, snoring and snoring, patted his stomach and hiccupped before replying: "It's broken."

Human nature is a kind of creature that loves the new and dislikes the old. What Ye Rong didn't expect was that even a cheap bone would get tired of it after a long time.

Ye Sheng nodded in satisfaction, and went into the bedroom to make his bed.

Ye Rong had a bit of a headache, wondering when his brother's problem of treating him as a second-class disabled from childhood would heal.

Before going to bed at night, Ye Sheng read to him again, which was the extremely hypnotic One Hundred Years of Solitude, which he couldn't read or understand, and he couldn't remember the names of the Buendia family.

Even so, the inescapable cycle of fate in the story is painful enough.

Under the dim wall lamp, in the slightly musty bedroom because he hadn't come back for a long time, Ye Rong covered his mouth and nose with the quilt and fell asleep. His dream stagnated in the first generation of Boon who kept making goldfish day after day and year after year. Dia.

He was impressed because he also had goldfish, which were cold, slippery, and hadn't died yet.

……

As soon as I opened my eyes in the morning, there was breakfast on the bedside table, in an insulated box, and a small note was pasted on it.

[The wound on the foot has been medicated, don't move around, wait for me to come back to cook, I'll buy a fish tank. 】

Ye Rong thumped in his heart, got out of bed and ran to the living room, the new pair of shoes worn yesterday were indeed gone.

It's over, he must be thrown away by that prodigal son again.

This kid is still unreasonable, and a bigger nail is called an injury? !

He was so angry that he was about to be depressed, he went back and ate his breakfast, and after washing up, he turned on the computer and prepared to start humiliating his life.

He takes on a lot of miscellaneous jobs, can draw some character designs, play games on behalf of him, and occasionally take a few manuscripts, and his otaku skills are full.

He used to be busy taking care of Xu Jue, and he circled around him like a dog. He couldn't spare time to find a serious job, so he could only do this kind of thing to fill himself and Ye Sheng.

As soon as it went online, the news of his manuscript editing came from Didi, "Sino-Ocean Group wants to buy out your copyright of "Heart Barrier". They say they want to make a drama, so you set a price."

Ye Rong, who didn't win either of the two choices in the forwarding lottery, was taken aback. He read a message several times before finally replying tremblingly, "It's fine according to the market price."

"By the way, they said they invited you to be an assistant screenwriter, and they made an appointment for a time and place to talk about it in detail."

Ye Rong was about to grab the ground with his head, and quickly sent a few "good and good" to it.

After a while, the specific arrangement was sent, and when he saw the address, his head buzzed.

Building 010, Jinshuiyuan, Banshan Villa District.

Damn it, it's this well-known nurturing area again, what kind of decent people can live in it!

Ye Rong, who bowed his head for money, dared not speak out in anger, so he set a date for the appointment, next Sunday at [-]:[-] pm, the company over there will be responsible for the pick-up.

He spent a few days at home with clothes to eat and mouth to open his mouth, and it seemed that it was Sunday in the blink of an eye.

The car that came to pick him up stopped downstairs early, Ye Rong sprinkled fish food into the fish tank, turned off the gas stove, took care of his grooming before getting into the car safely.

Xu Jue poured himself half a glass of Burgundy white wine on the balcony, and stroked the rim of the glass with his fingers. He was thinking that if Ye Rong cried on the bed tonight, he might consider not punishing him, and by the way Give him this valuable bottle of wine.

Ye Rong likes white wine.

Xu Jue has changed many lovers, never wasting too long on anyone, he is not addicted to the flesh, after all he doesn't love them.

He thought he had a lover in his home, but even if Xu Li and him were not biological brothers, as long as their parents were there, he and Xu Li couldn't overcome that obstacle.

Ye Rong was the first substitute he found, and it was also the longest one, not because he was in love but because Ye Rong was determined enough to be trampled on by others.

He can be gentle and considerate to all his lovers, but Ye Rong, who is as clean and clear as glass, gave him an endless desire to destroy, and it was Ye Rong who spoiled him.

The night wind mixed with the fragrance of pines and cypresses in the forest blew from the distant mountains, and the elegant leopard was hiding in the darkness, waiting for the fawn that he had been thinking about for a long time to throw himself into the net, and then cut off the bloody meat and fed it to his mouth little by little as a sacrifice. feed him.

The high beams coming slowly downstairs disturbed his thoughts, and he heard a car cut off, and a few whispered conversations.

The car door was opened, and a familiar person got out from inside.

Like a beast that has found its prey, Xu Jue slowly curled the corners of his mouth, moved his body and straightened his back, his sharp eyes fixed on Ye Rong.

However, his smile froze on his face the next moment, he witnessed Ye Rong being led into the opposite villa, and he didn't even take a second look at him.

The white wine, which is cold in the throat, feels slightly warm in the mouth, and the rich and thick oak flavor is long aftertaste. The wine did not extinguish the fire in the heart, but burned it even more vigorously.

Xu Jue called his assistant coldly.

"Who lives across from Jinshuiyuan's house?"

The assistant thought for a while, and carefully replied: "The entire land in the half-mountain villa area was bought by Fu's because the environment is good. I heard that Fu's specially vacated several buildings not for sale at that time, and the one opposite you should be one of them." .”

Xu Jue's face darkened completely, "Fu Shi? Fu Wenyuan?!"

The assistant swallowed, "Yes..."

Whenever Xu Jue thought of Fu Wenyuan's disgusting dead face, he became angry. He was definitely not a normal person, but a poisonous snake that would hang people to death at any time.

Xu Jue also couldn't figure out why he was angry. He didn't know if it was because Ye Rong went into another man's house under his nose, or because he had to admit that Fu Wenyuan had the ability and means to make anyone fall into his arms. .

He kept convincing himself that Ye Rong was just a dispensable thing, and it had nothing to do with Xu Jue whose bed he climbed into!

But he still kicked over the short table next to him, and the wine bottle fell to pieces with a slap.

Ye Rong naturally didn't know Xu Jue's anger at all, he followed the receptionist into the house, grasping the file bag and thinking about the plot to be introduced later.

The soft carpet under his feet made him feel like he was stepping on clouds. His manuscripts were relatively small, and he really never thought that he would be read by any big boss.

How lucky!

"I'm sorry, sir is busy with business and will come to see you soon." The receptionist said politely.

He took a cup of hot tea, sat with his legs together and patiently waited for the big boss's blessing, and said politely: "It's okay, it's okay."

Ye Rong looked around carefully for a week, and there were very few items in the room, only a circle of black leather sofas and a white lacquered coffee table, and the large camel-colored background wall had no texture at all.

There was no incense and no green plants. Ye Rong was a little surprised. He thought that rich people like the complicated baroque style just like Xu Jue.

He was thinking silently, when a sound of steady footsteps came from far and near on the wooden stairs.

"Mr. is here." Someone reminded me in my ear.

Ye Rong hurriedly stood up, raised his head and faced the person on the stairs far away, the moment their eyes met, Ye Rong couldn't help jumping out of a strange thought.

The dozing lion in the dream is slowly waking up bit by bit, attracted by the beautiful prey.