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When the two came to the restaurant downstairs, Zhou Ye looked at the dining tables, and they were all Rong Zhao's favorite meals that he had told He Xueyang in advance.

The candlesticks on the dining table were newly moved. Zhou Ye had seen them before. Like the slippers on Rong Zhao's feet, they were treasures treasured by He Xueyang before.

Zhou Ye remembered this candlestick, and there was a poignant story between him and it.

At first He Xueyang bought it from outside, Zhou Ye looked good-looking, and asked He Xueyang stubbornly, saying that he would put it in the house in the Rose Garden.

In addition to the good shape of this candlestick, the most important thing is that it has been meticulously crafted by craftsmen. After the candle is lit, the shadow of roses will be projected on the ceiling. With the candlelight, the large rose field is very beautiful.

He Xueyang also liked this candlestick very much, and he spent a lot of money to get it, and no matter how much Zhou Ye pestered him, he was unwilling to give it to him.

Once it was stolen by Zhou Ye, and He Xueyang stole it back again. In order to prevent it from being stolen again, he customized a special glass cover to lock it, the kind with an automatic alarm system.

It was Zhou Ye who was on guard, and others generally couldn't enter the house where He Xueyang used to store things.

Zhou Ye touched the candlestick, and He Xueyang patted it on the back of his hand, and reprimanded him in a low voice, "Don't touch it."

Zhou Ye touched the back of his hand that hurt from the beating: "I know, I am not worthy."

Only Rong Zhaorong is worthy of such beauty.

Seeing Zhou Ye being beaten, Rong Zhao didn't feel distressed at all, and gloated at his misfortune.

The door of the living room was opened, and Zhou Sihuai walked in with the help of an old man, followed by a secretary carrying a briefcase.

Zhou Ye took Rong Zhao's hand and walked up: "Dad, grandma." After speaking, he took the old lady from Zhou Sihuai's hand.

Rong Zhao then called out: "Uncle, grandma."

Zhou Sihuai glanced at Rong Zhao, his expression was not looking good, he snorted coldly, and went upstairs by himself.

Rong Zhao's face turned pale, but he didn't feel anything, he was already mentally prepared.Zhou Ye told him in advance that Zhou Sihuai was raped by a homosexual man when he was a teenager, which left a lifelong psychological shadow. Whenever he saw homosexuality, he felt disgusted.

He is actually a victim.

Grandma Zhou was very kind, she asked the secretary behind her to pass over the food box she had brought, she took Zhou Ye's hand and said, "You said you want to eat roast chicken, grandma just made it, it's still hot, eat more later .”

Looking at the food box in the secretary's hand, Rong Zhao remembered that when Lu Hairong was hunted down, he and Zhou Ye were trapped in the ice room of the crematorium. They were so cold that they had to hug each other to keep warm. Zhou Ye said yes Chances are he'll try his grandma's hot roast chicken.

Rong Zhao only thought that Zhou Ye was joking, but he never thought that he would keep it in mind.

Grandma Zhou looked at Rong Zhao, and patted the back of his hand kindly: "This young man looks good."

Because of Grandma Zhou, even if Zhou Sihuai wanted to find fault with Zhou Ye at the dinner table, he could only endure it due to the presence of the old lady.

Grandma Zhou is getting older, and she doesn't care much about many things anymore. She only cares about whether her grandson is doing well. As for whether he wants to be with a man or marry a woman, she is powerless, can't control it, and doesn't want to care anymore .

Treat Rong Zhao as multiple grandchildren.There was no joy, no repulsion, just accepted it.

Zhou Ye is not in a hurry, he knows Rong Zhao best, and anyone who has been with him for a long time will fall in love with him.

Zhou Ye and Rong Zhao were sitting next to each other, opposite Zhou Sihuai and He Xueyang, and Grandma Zhou was in the upper seat.

Zhou Sihuai kept eating with a cold face, and He Xueyang glared at him a few times before his expression improved a little.

Zhou Ye held the chopsticks with his right hand, and fumbled under the table with his left.

Rong Zhao was a little itchy, and his face was not easy to attack, so he could only pretend that nothing happened and was secretly bullied by Zhou Ye.

After having a good meal and playing, Grandma Zhou felt tired and went home first.

Not long after Grandma Zhou left, there was a knock on the door.

Uncle Su came to celebrate the festival with Su Jiaze and a gift in his hand.

Su Jiaze saw Rong Zhao sitting on the sofa in the living room at a glance, and Zhou Ye who was leaning on the arm of the sofa and playing with Rong Zhao's hand.

He didn't show anything on his face, he smiled and greeted Zhou's family with his father.

Zhou Sihuai has always liked Su Jiaze, thinking that this young man is good-natured and polite.

Uncle Su and Zhou Sihuai were talking and chatting on the balcony. Su Jiaze walked up to Rong Zhao and smiled slightly: "I didn't expect to meet you here."

Zhou Ye was the first to say, "What's unexpected about this? He's mine. Isn't it normal that he will spend the Mid-Autumn Festival at my house?"

People with long ears can hear the smell of gunpowder in Zhou Ye's words.

Su Jiaze didn't care about it, and sat on the sofa beside Rong Zhao, turning his head and asking, "Did you have a good dinner? Have you eaten the mooncake?"

Rong Zhao nodded: "Eat."

He Xueyang came out of the kitchen with a fruit plate: "Jiaze is here too."

Su Jiaze smiled, showing a pair of small canine teeth: "Hello, Aunt He."

Zhou Ye let out a snort, which was heard by He Xueyang, who glared at him and told him to be more polite to the guests.

Zhou Ye looked at Su Jiaze and sincerely admired this man's ability to buy people's hearts.Indeed, no one would dislike Su Jiaze.

He looks good, and his clothes are also good. He looks sunny and cheerful, polite and educated, and he loves to smile at everyone.His personal ability is also very strong, and he did not rely on the Zhou family to make his business flourish.

Zhou Ye picked a piece of honeydew melon from the fruit plate and fed it to Rong Zhao, raised his eyebrows: "Sweet or not."

Knowing that Zhou Ye was jealous again, Rong Zhao smiled helplessly: "Sweet."

Zhou Ye hooked his lower lip: "Is it as sweet as you?"

He Xueyang was not far away, and Rong Zhao was not used to being teased by Zhou Ye like this in front of his elders: "Eat your own."

After Uncle Su and Zhou Sihuai finished talking, they didn't stay long, and came over to ask Su Jiaze to go with them.

Su Jiaze stood up from the sofa, smiled and said to Rong Zhao, "Let's go first, we'll talk later."

After Uncle Su and Su Jiaze left, Zhou Sihuai went up to the study on the second floor, Zhou Ye pressed Rong Zhao's shoulder: "You talk to my mom, I'll talk to my dad about something."

After speaking, he got up from the arm of the sofa.

He Xueyang warned: "Don't quarrel with your father."

Zhou Ye hummed, no matter what Zhou Sihuai said today, no matter how ugly the words were, he would not quarrel with him.Rong Zhao was still here, he didn't want him to be affected.

Zhou Ye took a cup of freshly brewed tea from the dining table and went to the second floor.

Zhou Sihuai sat on the chair behind the desk and read a financial evening newspaper, looked up at Zhou Ye from the newspaper, and said nothing.

Zhou Ye offered the tea in his hands with both hands, smiled and said, "Thank you, my lord, for not beating or scolding." In the past, father and son always had a big fight every time they came back.

Zhou Sihuai snorted coldly, but didn't answer.Yesterday, his beloved wife gave him pillow breeze all night, so that he could not lose his temper today no matter what.If you lose your temper, you are not allowed to go to the bedroom to sleep for a month.

Zhou Ye put the teacup by Zhou Sihuai's hand.

Zhou Sihuai's complexion became a little better, but it didn't look any better: "The tea has been delivered, and the flattery has been patted. What are you doing standing here? Why don't you get out? Get out quickly, I will be annoyed when I see you."

Ever since Zhou Ye knew what happened to Zhou Sihuai when he was a teenager, he had long since stopped blaming him, and only felt distressed.That kind of knot can't be untied by just saying a few words.

Right now, Zhou Ye is already very satisfied to be able to bring Rong Zhao home for the Mid-Autumn Festival.It's still a long time, just take your time.

Zhou Ye came here this time, and there are other things: "Dad, Uncle Su is 65 this year. I heard that he has not been in good health recently."

"Uncle Su has been in our family all his life. He has worked hard and made great achievements. It is time to enjoy his old age in peace."

"I know, I've already found a replacement." Zhou Sihuai took a sip from the teacup on the table, "Why do you suddenly care about this?"

Zhou Ye: "It's nothing, if there's nothing else, I'll go out first."

Zhou Ye was grateful for Uncle Su's hard work in the Zhou family these years, but he was worried about Su Jiaze.Others couldn't tell, but he could. He was too familiar with the way Su Jiaze looked at Rong Zhao.

That is the greed that will be obtained even if the world collapses.

Zhou Ye came out of the study, found a place where no one was around, and made a phone call.Whether it was for Rong Zhao, for the Zhou family, or for himself, he had to find out about Su Jiaze.

He Xueyang took Zhou Ye and Rong Zhao to the yard to enjoy the moon and then let them go back to sleep.

As Zhou Ye expected, He Xueyang tidied up a room for Rong Zhao alone, and gave Rong Zhao a key before leaving, asking him to lock the door in the middle of the night and pay attention to safety.

Standing beside Rong Zhao, Zhou Ye glanced at his mouth, implying that it was to guard against him.

Who do you think he is? Is he someone who can be blocked by a door and a key?

Rong Zhao turned his head and went back to his room, and Zhou Ye obediently went back to his bedroom.

When there was no movement outside, Zhou Ye called Rong Zhao: "Are you coming here by yourself, or am I going to pick you up?"

Rong Zhao had just come out of the shower, and while wiping his hair, he said, "Forget it, let's be more peaceful today."

Zhou Ye was unwilling: "I haven't kissed you all night, and I can't sleep without a few kisses."

Rong Zhao also missed Zhou Ye: "Then I'll go to your place, and I'll be back later."

Taking advantage of no one outside, Rong Zhao pushed open the door and went to Zhou Ye's room. As soon as he entered the door, Zhou Ye hugged and pressed against the door panel and kissed him for a while.

Rong Zhao wiped his red lips kissed by Zhou Ye with the back of his hand, walked to his bed, looked at the sheets and quilt that were messed up like a pig's nest: "What did you do on the bed just now?"

Zhou Ye hugged Rong Zhao from behind: "I missed you in bed just now."

Rong Zhao broke Zhou Ye's hand away, and helped Zhou Ye get out of bed again: "Okay, you go to sleep, I'll go back first."

Zhou Ye took out the little pornographic book from the bookshelf and put it on the pillow, rolled Rong Zhao into bed with his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "Didn't you agree, I'll read to you tonight."

After speaking, he picked up the book and opened it: "Do you like to be subtle or direct?"

Rong Zhao lay on the pillow and looked at Zhou Ye: "Stop reading, or it will be endless in a while."

Zhou Ye threw the book on the bed, pressed himself on Rong Zhao, and began to unbutton him: "Don't blame me, blame yourself, it's too tempting, you seduce me."

Rong Zhao patted Zhou Ye's hand away: "Today is not suitable." After speaking, he got up from the bed.

Zhou Ye curled his lips and smiled: "Why is it inappropriate, are you here as an aunt, or are you pregnant with my child?"

Rong Zhao buttoned the buttons all the way to the top one: "Go on your own, I'm going back."

Zhou Ye took Rong Zhao's hand, put it on his lips and kissed it: "You really don't want to stay?"

Rong Zhao pulled away, opened the door, turned to Zhou Ye and said, "Good night, I have to go to work tomorrow, get up early."

Zhou Ye pulled Rong Zhao in again and let him go after receiving a long kiss.

Rong Zhao went back to his room, lying on the bed unable to fall asleep, stood in front of the bookshelf to read, and took a copy of "Dream of Red Mansions" for hypnosis.

Although it is a guest room, the whole space is very spacious, and the bed is also very big. Rong Zhao is not used to sleeping alone. After reading a book for a long time, he still can't fall asleep. He always feels that the surrounding is too empty and quiet, and something is missing.

Until twelve o'clock in the evening, Rong Zhao tossed and turned for a while, got up from the bed resignedly, and went to Zhou Ye's room with his pillow in his arms.

The door of Zhou Ye's room was not locked, and it opened as soon as he pushed it, and it was the door reserved for him.

The headlights in the room have been turned off, only a small lamp by the bed is on.Zhou Ye seemed to have fallen asleep, lying motionless on the bed.

Rong Zhao put his own pillow next to Zhou Ye's, and looked at his sleeping face in the dim light, feeling a little unhappy.

He thought very irrationally that he couldn't sleep without him, and that he was fine and slept soundly.

Unexpectedly, the person beside him suddenly turned around and pressed over, and said with a low laugh: "Little beauty, do you miss your husband?"

After speaking, he kissed Rong Zhao on the lips: "Can't sleep without touching it every day?"

Rong Zhao blushed: "I'm here to sleep, not to let you do it."

Zhou Ye liked the way Rong Zhao was blushing and ready to refuse, he rubbed his lips and said in a low voice, "Husband, tell you some bedtime stories?"

As he spoke, he picked up the book on the bedside table and opened it: "I saw this just now, and I'll read two paragraphs to you."

Rong Zhao covered Zhou Ye's lips with his hands: "It's getting late, go to bed." After speaking, he turned around.

Zhou Ye began to read by himself, holding his hand with one hand, and rubbing the other hand dishonestly.

"He saw him pour out a glass of ice cubes from the refrigerator, and filled another glass with half a glass of warm water. The two glasses were placed side by side on the table, and his body trembled..." Zhou Ye read , gently blowing in Rong Zhao's ear.

He caressed Rong Zhao, his voice was low and hoarse: "Let my husband take good care of you, okay?"

Rong Zhao's face was flushed by Zhou Ye's words, his mouth was closed, and he didn't say yes or no.

Zhou Ye smiled, and kissed Rong Zhao on the lips: "Honey, wait for me." Finished finishing his clothes, he tiptoedly opened the bedroom door and went out.

There was no one in the living room, and a few spotlights were turned on.Zhou Ye went downstairs softly, came to the kitchen, found two glasses, and got some ice cubes first.

"Don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing here?" A stern voice suddenly sounded behind him, Zhou Ye turned his head to see Zhou Sihuai, and said a little unnaturally, "Dry mouth, pour some water."

Zhou Sihuai glanced at the ice cube in Zhou Ye's hand, and said displeasedly: "What kind of ice water are you drinking in the middle of the night, your mother will scold you when she sees it."

Zhou Sihuai came to find water to drink, and left after drinking.

Zhou Ye poured the water, and quietly went upstairs with two cups. He felt like he was almost caught by his parents for sneaking a puppy love. The throbbing in his heart increased little by little until it filled his entire atrium.

Zhou Ye entered the room, put two cups, one cold and one hot, on the bedside table, pressed himself on the person on the bed, and said in a hoarse voice, "Baby~~"

……

After tossing until midnight, I went to the bathroom one after another to take a shower.

Rong Zhao finished washing first, and stood by the window to blow the night breeze for a while, recalling that Zhou Ye forced him to call her husband several times just now, his face turned red again.

Listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and looking at the moon hanging on the treetops in the sky, Rong Zhao smiled slightly. He once thought he was a dead person, but now he can be so happy.

At one o'clock in the morning, the surrounding houses fell into a deep sleep, only the faint light of the desk lamp projected from the house.

Looking at the boundless night in front of him, Rong Zhao passed by the villa standing in the distance, and accidentally saw a person walking out of the house.

The man stopped at the door, turned his head and glanced this way, then turned and left.

Rong Zhao inexplicably felt that the man's gaze was deep and heavy, as if he was wearing heavy shackles.He couldn't even see the man's face clearly.

Because the distance was too far and blocked by a clump of trees, Rong Zhao didn't see the man's figure clearly.

He remembered what Zhou Ye had said to him. People here generally don't like to go to that house, and the people in the house don't want to come out, don't want to deal with people, and close themselves up.

Zhou Ye came out of the shower, stood beside Rong Zhao and wiped his hair, then turned his head and kissed him on the cheek: "Did you feel comfortable just now?"

Rong Zhao nodded with a blushing face.

Zhou Ye: "Is it cool?"

Rong Zhao blushed and said nothing.

Zhou Ye curled his lower lip: "Wheeze twice like just now and let my husband hear it."

Seeing that the tips of Rong Zhao's ears were red, Zhou Ye let him go: "You're kidding, don't go to bed and rest, blow the cold wind here."