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

If he didn't go back at night, Ye Rong had to call Ye Sheng to report.

Just as I said that I was in Jinshuiyuan, I heard several bowls smashed and crackling.

Young man, he has such a temper, Ye Rong thought to himself.

He sighed deeply: "If it was the porcelain bowl with the bottom of the koi carp that fell, just wait for me to go back and clean you up. That one is expensive, and it was hard to get it after discounting the original price of [-]."

Ye Sheng suppressed his anger and panted slightly from there, "Ye Rong, why don't you have a long memory, you really..."

"Wait, don't worry, listen to me, I'm not here to look for him, my boss lives here, I'm here to work." Ye Rong quickly explained clearly, afraid that the little ancestor would throw dishes and bowls in a hurry of.

These words were really effective, Ye Sheng was silent on the phone for a while, as if the reckless person just now was not him, he immediately calmed down, "Well, I see, you should be busy."

Ye Sheng wasn't worried about Ye Rong's safety. The necklaces or watches he bought for Ye Rong, all close-fitting objects had devices that could measure heart rate.

As long as there is any heresy, he will find it immediately.

Ye Rong still can't figure out why Ye Sheng is always nervous, always wanting to watch him, as if if he doesn't pay attention, he will miss jumping off the building.

Ye Rong squeezed the center of his eyebrows, and before Ye Sheng was about to hang up the phone, he hurriedly said: "Put a green bead in my jar, and I will make money again. It's a great happy event!"

Ye Sheng didn't ask any questions after hearing this, and hung up the phone quickly when he answered.

It's not that he doesn't want to ask, but it's useless to ask. Ye Rong's enthusiasm for money is almost comparable to his love for that scumbag Xu Jue. It's more uncomfortable to stop him from making money than to kill him.

The left and right Ye Rong didn't have the guts to break the law, so they all let him go.

Ye Rong hung up the phone, and when he turned around, he saw Fu Wenyuan cleaning up the dishes. He hurried over to show his performance in front of the new boss, "I'll come, I'll come, you rest."

It's a pity that Fu Wenyuan didn't give him a chance to show off, and raised his hand to avoid him.

Ye Rong followed suit step by step, and recommended himself from behind. After all, he had to make customers feel that he was getting a good value for money so that he could do more in the future, "Mr. The plates have to be better than advanced employees, they are fast and clean, and they are good after using them!"

He was selling this tail all the way, and he didn't shut up until he saw Fu Wenyuan calmly throwing two bowls into the dishwasher.

As soon as the place was cleaned up, Xie Shan came down and said that everything was cleaned up.

Fu Wenyuan nodded, motioning for Xie Shan to take him there, Ye Rong sincerely thanked him again, and obediently followed upstairs with his file bag in his arms.

The winding staircase clings to the wall, and there are a few dim wall lamps scattered on the solid-colored wall. Xie Shan walked in front of him, turning his head from time to time with a smile and telling him, "Mr. Fu likes to be quiet, but often Insomnia, occasionally waking up at night, if it disturbs you, I hope you can understand."

Ye Rong stepped on the stairs carefully. He has a little night blindness. He was afraid that he would trip over and be embarrassed if he didn't pay attention. He took the time to go back to Xie Shan, "No, no, I'm heavier than a dead pig when I fall asleep. I don’t even know about it, so let Mr. Fu be more casual and don’t worry about me.”

Ye Rong lowered his head and concentrated on walking, but didn't see the gradually enlarged smile on Xie Shan's face.

Then Xie Shan led him to the door and left, Ye Rong pushed the door open and entered.

After tossing around like this, Ye Rong was also a little sleepy, remembering Xie Shan's order to prepare a clean bathrobe in the bathroom, he planned to take a shower before going to sleep.

Not long after he entered the bathroom, the rising hot mist scattered in all directions, and the sound of splashing water in his ears also covered the sound of footsteps outside.

When Fu Wenyuan came in, the phone that Ye Rong threw on the bed was ringing non-stop.

He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, staring indifferently but blatantly at the blurred body behind a layer of frosted glass in the opposite bathroom, while looking at the word Xu Jue on the note and unceremoniously answering for Ye Rong phone.

It took a long time for Xu Jue's voice to come over, like scolding a disobedient pet dog, "If you don't get out tomorrow, you will never appear in front of me again, Ye Rong, my patience is limited."

Fu Wenyuan also reciprocated him for a while, and when Xu Jue was on the verge of eruption, he replied with a blank expression: "He is taking a bath, in my room."

After he finished speaking, he heard the sound of water in the bathroom getting quieter, and slightly frowned and gave him another sentence: "You still have ten seconds to talk nonsense."

Xu Jue was silent at first, as if taking a breath, he sneered, with a bad tone, "I didn't expect the famous Mr. Fu to like to play with junk that has been used by others. The taste is really unique. I have a lot of this kind of stuff here. Do you want to use it?" Introduce everything..."

Fu Wenyuan hung up the phone with great rigor, deleted the call history, and put the phone back in its original place.

Ye Rong came out of the bathroom wiping her hair, and when she looked up, she saw Fu Wenyuan who had already changed into pajamas and covered the quilt, leaning on the bed to read a book.

Ye Rong really wanted to open his mouth and ask the boss if he went to the wrong room?

The pale orange night light at the bedside was silently on, and the firework-like light warmly caressed Fu Wenyuan's drooping eyebrows, restraining sharpness and at the same time adding a bit of gentleness.

He continued what he was doing nonchalantly, without looking at Ye Rong, as if he had just discovered Ye Rong after a while, he said in a natural tone, "Why don't you come to sleep?"

Ye Rong rubbed his wet wet hair dumbly, and said with a headache: "Mr. Fu, I... just sleep in the guest room."

Fu Wenyuan looked calm, "There is no guest room, and Xie Shan and I usually live here."

As if he didn't think it was convincing enough, he added thoughtfully, "Xie Shan's single bed is very small, so you can only sleep with me."

Ye Rong, who was in a dilemma, sighed in his heart, his almost instinctive perception of danger made him not want to get close to Fu Wenyuan, but it was a pity that God failed to fulfill his wish.

But he didn't think too much about it, he was an ordinary to even mediocre man, and he really had nothing to worry about.

Mr. Fu, who has a cold and advanced face, can't be thinking about his ass, he thought happily, amused himself.

Ye Rong dawdled to dry his hair before going to bed, it was as if there was a Milky Way between him and Fu Wenyuan.

He was lying on his side, with his back to Fu Wenyuan, his eyes accidentally fell on the object covered with a dustproof cloth in front of the window, seeing that Fu Wenyuan had no intention of going to sleep, he had nothing to say, "Mr. Fu, is that an astronomical telescope?"

Fu Wenyuan replied yes.

Ye Rong's black hair was trapped in the soft pillow, and Fu Wenyuan looked over from here, only seeing a faint section of the back of his neck covered by the end of his hair.

He pursed his lips, turned the silver ring on his left index finger, resisted the urge to touch it, and replied vaguely: "There are two there, one looks at the stars in the sky, and the other looks at the stars in my heart."

"I also like to look at the stars, but unfortunately I can only recognize the Big Dipper." Ye Rong grasped the quilt tightly with his fingers, closed his eyes as if recalling, "When I was young, if it was very hot at night, I would spread a mat and lie under the grape arbor, and see through the vines. Look at the stars, one, two, counting and falling asleep."

"My dad would take me home when he came back from playing cards in the middle of the night. At that time, there was no electric fan. My mother was afraid that I would be hot, so she kept fanning me half asleep and half awake, but I still couldn't sleep well. The smell of mosquito coils was too choking. , I woke up as soon as the rooster crowed before dawn."

Fu Wenyuan was fascinated by this, and before he could react to Ye Rong's beautiful pastoral descriptions, Ye Rong stopped talking, and said bitterly: "I'm sorry, I talk too much, and I just talked about something if I didn't pay attention of."

Fu Wenyuan shook his head, "No, it's very interesting."

Ye Rong turned his head and looked at him, his eyes flickeringly reflected his silhouette blurred by the lights, "Mr. Fu, isn't he sleeping?"

Fu Wenyuan moved his body to block the light, casting a deep shadow, "Will turning on the light bother you? If you are not used to it, turn it off now."

"No need." He inadvertently glanced at the original Western language work in Fu Wenyuan's hand. Ye Rong's voice was muffled, and half of his face was covered by the soft quilt, revealing only a pair of smart eyes, "Mr. Fu still reads this Planting books, I thought you only read financial magazines."

Fu Wenyuan smiled, "I don't read those, it's not necessary."

Ye Rong muttered, "It's true that no one will write about how to make money in a magazine, so everyone can be a president..." He said, and unconsciously turned his attention back to the book In the book, he asked curiously, "But is this book good? I only read his other book, but I didn't understand it, but hypnosis is very useful."

Fu Wenyuan raised his hand, turned back to the title page, and casually uttered a sentence in Spanish, "Knowing love is an instinct, either you are born with it, or you never will."

When he speaks Chinese, his voice is steady and deep, as beautiful and upright as his appearance, but when he speaks Spanish, his tone is light, lazy and sexy, as if soaked in red wine with ice cubes. People come and get drunk.

Ye Rong couldn't hold back the heat all over his body, and it took him a while to remember to cheer, and praised from the bottom of his heart, "It sounds good, it's really good!"

Fu Wenyuan suddenly lowered his body and leaned over, pouring steam into Ye Rong's ear, "This story is very long, may I read it to you slowly?"

Ye Rong restrained himself from stepping back, even in the face of beauty, he couldn't tolerate his disapproval, so he stared into his eyes and nodded indiscriminately.

Fu Wenyuan got a satisfactory answer, and naturally stretched out his palm to rub the top of his wet hair, "Good boy."

Caught off guard, Ye Rong said, "..."

Fu Wenyuan stepped back slowly, keeping a sensible distance, picked up the book and read it seriously, "It is inevitable, the smell of bitter almonds always reminds him of his fate after love is blocked..."

Ye Rong listened attentively at the beginning, but he didn't know whether Fu Wenyuan's voice was too pleasant or the atmosphere was just right. He soon fell silent with the huge city of cholera in the story and the love that had been struggling for half a century. fall asleep.

Fu Wenyuan paused slightly after hearing the gentle breathing beside him, put down the book in his hand, turned off the night light with a click, and approached Ye Rong little by little in the dark.

"He was startled by the belated epiphany that it was life, not death, that had no end."

He continued to read, skipped the long journey of love, and directly read the ending, which he remembered, was engraved in his bones and blood when he first met Ye Rong three years ago.

"'Hell, how long do you think we're going to go back and forth like this?' he asked."

The shadow of the telescope in front of the window was stretched very long. Fu Wenyuan thought of the midsummer when it often rained heavily. He thought it was just an ordinary day. Through this ordinary optical instrument, he saw for the first time that he was immersed in love and desire. Rosy leaves.

The rain-stained glass window shook and trembled in the wind. He saw the fingertips pressed against the window, the red lips dripping with blood, and the amber eyes that kept weeping.

"For 53 years, seven months and eleven days, Florentino Ariza has had the answer ready."

This spying that started unintentionally but lasted for a long time, he went step by step from curiosity to envy and finally to jealousy, he has been dry for too long, he likes the look of Ye Rong admiring that man, longing to have Ye Rong's fiery love.

He watched them quarrel, saw Ye Rong's loneliness and pain, and watched the one-way love exhausted little by little. He didn't know if there would be any result after waiting silently, but he was a natural hunter, he knew, and he wanted to get something beautiful. Prey, at least have enough patience.

Fortunately, he waited.

"'For a lifetime,' he said."

[The author has something to say: That book is quoted from Love in the Time of Cholera.This chapter hasn’t been fixed yet, I’ll come back and revise it when I have time]