Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

One floor away, Yan Yue's figure soon appeared at the elevator entrance on the second floor. He turned his wheelchair closer and stopped in front of Hua Xia, covered in blood. He stared at her for a moment with eyes as deep as black water, then watched her turn around and open the door of the room.

There is a huge display screen in the room, and the interface is fixed on the English letters of game victory.

The room was air-conditioned and heated. After Yan Yue entered, the damp coldness on his body was mostly dispelled. After a quick glance around, his eyes began to unconsciously follow Hua Xia.

The carpet was very thick. Hua Xia sat on the custom-made sofa filled with foam balls, crossed her legs, picked up the game controller, and clicked start.

In fact, the scene was not so harmonious. The off-white floor was wet and turned red because of Yan Yue's arrival. He was like an evil ghost who had just crawled out of hell, emitting a rotten smell from the inside out, like spoiled food, which was already unbearable.

250 fell silent.

Hua Xia acted as if she didn't see anything and maintained a normal attitude.

Yan Yue was gradually comforted. The two of them stood side by side, Hua Xia looked at the screen, and the man tilted his head to look at her.

After staring for a while, a slender hand stretched out in front of him, holding a game controller. Yan Yue raised his eyes slightly and moved his lips: "Do, what?"

Hua Xia looked at him and said, "A competition?"

Yan Yue looked at the screen and saw racing cars of different models parked on a starting line, waiting to start.

"This one is forward, this one is accelerating, these two are opposite, shifting left and right, do you understand?"

After Hua Xia held it up for a while, the man reached out and took it, his voice a little tense: "Okay..."

Yan Yue can't walk, let alone drive. When he was able to walk before, he did play around and raced on a mountain track, but it was just a game.

In the first game, inevitably, Yan Yue lost.

His first reaction was to look at 'Placebo', who was smiling smugly with his eyes curved. Yan Yue moved the corners of his lips, a little stiffly, but unconsciously formed an arc.

"I won."

"Are you still playing?"

"Um......"

The ruined party at the old house, the killing of the two 'cousins' with one's own hands, all the bloody chaos, and the Yan family's sordid past were deeply buried and forgotten at this moment, and in this small house, there was a moment of peace.

After several times, Yan Yue gradually mastered the technique. He was undoubtedly very smart. After a tie once, he never lost again.

The best speed, the most precise cornering angle, the best plan, the two broke the record and maintained the same score, there is no better solution.

Hua Xia: “…”

Once you reach your limit, it gets a bit boring.

It was already late at night, and Yan Yue had almost calmed down. Hua Xia put down the game controller and stood up: "Yan Yue."

The man followed with his eyes.

Hua Xia lowered her eyes and looked at the carpet: "Are you okay?"

Yan Yue understood what she meant and after a long pause he said, "Yeah."

Hua Xia pointed to the ground and said, "Let someone come and change it tomorrow."

Yan Yue: “Okay.”

Hua Xia was about to leave when she looked up and saw the man's slightly gloomy expression and the dejection that was spreading from his body again: "..."

"..."

"Yan Yue," Hua Xia tilted her head slightly, her tone surprised, "You don't want to stay with me all night, do you?"

Yan Yue: “…”

"Um......"

"You're still wet, won't you get sick?"

The man was silent again.

Hua Xia didn't really want to guess the latter's thoughts, but the man's drooping face showed it all.

"...You go change and wash first..."

"To my room? Or your room?"

never mind......

Because this person is sick.

Yan Yue said in a hoarse voice: "I."

The bedroom was decorated in cool colors. Hua Xia turned on the central air-conditioning in her bedroom and sat on the dark blue bed playing with her mobile phone. There was the sound of water in the bathroom. The scene looked a little strange. She swiped the self-made transparent mobile phone panel. The signal in the upper left corner showed one bar. She clicked on the text message and received several new messages.

"The Lord God wants you to come back soon, so he has intervened in these planes."

"If you drag it on, his character will have no bottom line, you know."

"Fuck, it's over, I won't say any more, he's threatening me!"

It was sent by Huaguduo. Huaxia typed quickly with her fingertips: "Jiesheng, come back and I'll kill you!"

Hua Xia went out to play Candy Crush. There was no sound from the bathroom and she didn't see him coming out. Hua Xia frowned slightly, pressed pause, got up, walked to the door and knocked: "Yan Yue?"

"You're not going to commit suicide in there again, are you?"

After a moment, a voice seemed to come from the door: "No..."

Hua Xia said "oh" and sat back down.

After a while, the bathroom door opened and Yan Yue came out pushing a wheelchair. He changed into clean pajamas and dried his hair. He must have exercised his upper body regularly, as the muscles on his arms were very obvious. He supported himself on the edge of the bed with his arms, left the wheelchair and sat down on the bed.

Lifting the quilt to cover his legs, Yan Yue tilted his head: "You...sleep over there."

Hua Xia: “…”

The bed is big enough to accommodate three or five people.

Hua Xia rolled up the quilt and lay down, touching her phone to enter the next level.

Spread silently.

When it was dawn, Hua Xia fell asleep.

Under the dim light of the bedside lamp, Yan Yue, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. His dark pupils stared at the ceiling, then turned to his side after a moment.

His 'placebo'.

What is the principle?

If she was just a stranger, why would he let down all his guard and be comforted by her? Yan Yue lowered his eyes slightly. At this moment, an idea arose in his heart. He wanted to move closer, hold her in his arms, and even... rub her into his bones and blood.

Yan Yue closed his eyes and did not move.

A few hours later, a faint prompt sounded on the smart device beside the bed. Yan Yue raised his hand to turn it off and typed a message asking people not to disturb him. The prompt sounded again. He frowned deeply, but got up from the bed and sat in the wheelchair.

Looking down from the third floor, Li Du was standing in the middle of the hall.

There was a man kneeling next to him. Yan Yue had an impatient expression and waved his hands toward the crowd. Liu Shan came in, covered the man's mouth and dragged him away.

He is his cousin's son.

"Sir, Yan Zhengqi is addicted to drugs, that's why they did business with that side without telling you. We have already found out, he was just involved and has been dealt with cleanly."

"It's just that... those people in the old house are not happy with the way you act. After all, they are family members. Now everyone is in danger. Your stepmother... came and said she wanted to see you outside the mansion..."

Yan Yue sat at the dining table, his eyes calm, he lifted his eyelids coldly and interrupted: "Li Du, I heard that your wife just gave birth to a son for you."

His voice was indistinguishable: "Congratulations."

Li Du was fifty years old when he had such a son. He thought he had concealed it well, but now he had cold sweat on his back. He was the person placed by the old patriarch to supervise Yan Yue, and he was in charge of almost everything. Now, the other party could say this, which meant that Yan Yue had other forces.

"First, sir."

Yan Yue stopped ordering. A servant brought a plate of Western food. He had no appetite at all. Looking at the food on the plate, his first reaction was to look upstairs.

I don't know when I will wake up...