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When summer officially came, Ye Ye had already resigned from the bar.The day he left was sunny, and heat rose from the ground, making the road in the distance erratic like the ripples of a lake.

He specially chose the morning when no one was there to go back to the bar to collect his things, most of which were snacks given between the resident singers, Ye Ye took a small box and packed them all.

When he was leaving, he happened to bump into a member of the band, and the drummer couldn't help but blushed: "Xiao Ye, you just left, I haven't seen the boyfriend you mentioned yet."

The lead singer hit him: "Is there anyone who said goodbye to you!"

Only then did Ye Ye remember what he had sworn to them last time, "You will see it sooner or later", and he simply said with a smile, "He just sent me here, so you go see me?"

The drummer was taken aback: "Ah? Is it okay?"

Lead singer: "It's not appropriate."

Ye Ye smiled all over his face: "It's okay, my boyfriend is very good-looking, I just want to show off."

Having said that, the drummer and lead singer exchanged glances, and Ye Ye dragged them to the underground parking lot next to the bar.On the way, Ye Ye also asked about Luo Yan's situation, only to find out that Luo Yan also resigned two days ago, and the drummer sighed for a long time. After the two of you left, the number of female customers decreased by half.

Ye Ye guessed that Luo Yan was going to have a plot with Bian Shen, but it had nothing to do with him, so he didn't worry too much about this issue, after all, the domineering president and Xiao Baihua would be happy and happy in the end - Bian Shen Still a good boss.

The lights in the underground parking lot were not bright. The drummer and the lead singer followed Ye Ye all the way to the side of a black car. It was obvious at a glance that the car was expensive. Seeing Ye Ye open the door of the back seat, he bent down and called affectionately: "Uncle Bian."

The drummer was stunned, and the lead singer quickly straightened his back.

In the dim parking lot, the two of them saw the second head of Bian's family sitting steadily in the back row. His face was dizzy under the dim light but looked like fine white jade. He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at them.

Who in City A doesn't know people from the Bian family, and the news has been on the news a few times.

Drummer thought, fuck it.

The lead singer thought, did Ye Ye want to harm them? ?

Of course, the meeting ended in a hurry. The lead singer quickly fled the scene with the drummer, leaving Ye Ye holding a box of snacks and Uncle Bian looking at each other.

Bian Ling raised his head and asked, "What did you call them here for?"

Ye Ye jumped into the car, and lay sticky in Uncle Bian's arms: "Tell ten, ten, and a hundred. Everyone knows that Ye Qing'an is close to Uncle Bian of the Bian family, so no one wants to fly away." The little white flower on the upper branch that turned into a phoenix is ​​haunting you."

"And you are so beautiful, I want to show others more."

The little boy's face was full of passionate admiration, and he also carried the arrogance of a villain. If he had a tail, he would be turning like a propeller now.

Usually, Bian Ling would not take the initiative to come here just to send him to pick up his things, but this time he wanted to stay with Ye Ye for a while because he had to fly to another place to discuss business in the afternoon.

He should have thought it was silly to do so, but Bian Ling thought it was fun and interesting to put it on his little boy.

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Bian Ling gently rubbed the back of the little boy's neck with his fingers, "Come with me to the next banquet."

When autumn comes, the whole city of A knows that the second head of the Bian family, who has been single for many years, brings home a little boy who plays guitar in a bar, holding it in his palm for fear of falling, and holding it in his mouth for fear of melting.

How small is the little boy, almost 20 years younger than Bian Erdang, so it is inevitable that some people will whisper behind his back, saying that even Bian Ling is unavoidable, and he still likes young and tender.

Among them, Yuan Yize was the most shocked.

He knew that Ye Ye had resigned, and thought he had Bian Shen as his backer, so he didn't stop him.Unexpectedly, when we meet again, he will become Uncle Bian's little lover.

Yuan Yize was terrified, what kind of today's talk program is this by uncle and nephew Yan Qiang? !Is it because he took people to Uncle Ling last time? !

He saw Ye Ye from a distance at the banquet. The young man who was wearing a striped T and overalls shorts in his bar turned around and became Uncle Bian's male companion, wearing a high-tailored suit, looking at everyone who came forward. His people all smiled politely, but they were not at all embarrassed.

From a distance, Yuan Yize met Ye Ye's gaze with shaking hands, and Ye Ye walked towards him with a frown, "Young Master Yuan, long time no see."

Yuan Yize: "...It's been a long time." He glanced back quickly, and Bian Ling seemed to be still talking to someone else, so he boldly asked, "You and Bian Shen... .?"

Ye Ye didn't hide it either: "It's good to get together and get away."

Yuan Yize was still in a daze: "Why, I thought you and Bian Shen..."

"What's the matter with Bian Shen?" A low voice floated over, Yuan Yize shivered instantly, and when he looked up, he saw Bian Ling walking over at some point, looking down at him.

Yuan Yize shook his head: "Nothing."

Yuan Yize waved his hand: "It's really nothing."

Yuan Yize retreated quickly: "See you again, Ye Qing'an, and see you, Uncle Bian Ling."

Seeing Yuan Yize disappear quickly, Ye Ye smiled secretly, took the small cake brought by Uncle Bian, and winked at Uncle Bian: "You are careful."

Bian Ling looked at him, he was clearly a person as high as the top of a snow mountain, but now he was dragged into trivial emotions by Ye Ye, a secular little bastard, and he also learned his rascal appearance, rolled his eyelids, and asked: " Can't?"

Can.sure.

The two stood in the shadow of the banquet hall, Ye Ye raised his head and leaned on Uncle Bian's shoulder, smiling vaguely, Bian Ling looked at him for a while, then gently grabbed his chin and kissed him.

Behind them was a feast of toasts and bright lights, and the two of them hid behind the pillar like no one else and exchanged a long kiss.

When autumn was coming to an end, it happened to be Uncle Bian's birthday, and Ye Ye had nothing to give, so he quietly woke up early in the morning, cooked a bowl of longevity noodles for Uncle Bian, and laid down two eggs thoughtfully.

When Bian Ling opened his eyes, he saw a bowl of steaming hot noodles in front of him. The little boy was squatting on the bedside, holding the bowl and singing birthday song to him, and then he pulled out one like a magic trick, and he didn’t know where it came from. He was about to light his candle when he was stopped by Bian Ling.

Bian Ling sat up from the bed, took glasses from the bedside table and put them on: "Can I brush my teeth first?"

Ye Ye paused for two seconds: "No."

Bian Ling laughed: "Isn't it my birthday?"

Ye Ye: "Do me a favor, I've brought it in front of you, let's make a wish first." After speaking, he quickly lit the candle with a lighter and handed it to Bian Ling's mouth.

Bian Ling didn't believe in these things since he was a child, and he never made a wish on a candle. In the final analysis, birthdays in previous years were just family meetings under the banner of birthday parties.

But the little flame lit up the boy's eyes, like the little match girl in a fairy tale facing the only flame, innocent and warm, Bian Ling looked at it for a while, then finally lowered her head and closed her eyes.

He never did.

In the first few seconds, Bian Ling didn't even know what to wish for, because most of the things he could do.

The only variable is Ye Ye, his canary, his little boy, fluttering as if he would fly away at any time - but he won't let him go, he will use the best cage, the strongest lock Buckle, lock the little canary by your side.

When he raised his head to blow out the candles again, Ye Ye asked with great interest, "What wish did you make?"

Bian Ling reached out to take the noodle bowl in Ye Ye's hand, and replied earnestly like a broken-hearted old father: "I hope you are safe."

Ye Ye was confused: "Really?"

Bian Ling: "Really."

Ye Ye blinked his eyes, pretending to be serious, and heartbroken: "Uncle Bian, your speech is really getting old."

Bian Ling narrowed his eyes.

Ye Ye immediately leaned forward and kissed her: "But I like it very much."

So on this year's birthday, Bian Ling not only accepted the warm longevity noodles cooked by Ye Ye himself, but also received Ye Ye's own warm noodles, and came to the conclusion that "the taste is good".

When winter came, the first snow fell in City A, and the original owner was afraid of the cold, so Ye Ye stayed at home all day, wrapped in a small quilt, and dragged the lazy sofa in the study to Uncle Bian to lean against play cell phone.

I don't know what happened recently. Bian Ling, who had gradually let go of his business, became busy again. Ye Ye once asked what was the situation, but after listening to it, he didn't understand what was going on. He only knew that it was the Bian family and another person. A company had a conflict, and the city was full of trouble.

So Uncle Bian processed the documents, and Ye Ye leaned against him to keep warm, like a companion.

I don't know if this appearance is a bit pitiful no matter how you look at it, Bian Ling reached out to touch Ye Ye's small head during work breaks and asked, "Want to go skiing?"

Ye Ye's eyes lit up. Before he died, he was a southerner who had never seen the world. He had never seen snow a few times in his life, and he had never skied once.

Bian Ling could see his enthusiasm: "Go next month."

Ye Ye hurriedly nodded in response.

Bian Ling rubbed his hair with satisfaction: "There are related books in the study, go and look up the essentials of skiing." Then he glanced at the mobile phone in his hand, "Stop playing games."

The last words were a bit familiar, Ye Ye paused for a while, remembering that his mother used to say that every time he saw him playing games, and asked him to do something else just like Uncle Bian——but Bian Uncle took him to play, and his mother told him to mop the floor.

Ye Ye looked up at Uncle Bian's clean and neat mandibles. Even from this perspective of death, Uncle Bian still looks shockingly beautiful.

Ye Ye felt that, in fact, if Bian Ling asked him to drag the land of this small villa, he would still be happy to drag it.

Uncle Bian always kept his word. After he managed to bring down the company within a month, he took Ye Ye to the north without saying a word. Ye followed Uncle Bian to the top of the mountain in the car.

This seems to be the private club of Bian's family, except for a few waiters, there are no other people. The huge venue is covered with snow, stepping into it is deep and shallow, which makes Ye Ye inexplicably think of himself as Ye Zhuo. Tragic picture.

Ye Ye silently grasped Uncle Bian's hand.

Bian Shen lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Of course Ye Ye would not tell the truth, he raised his head from the furry scarf, frowned and said softly, "Hands are cold."

Uncle Bian took his hand and pulled it into his pocket.

Bian Ling's hands are big and the temperature is not high, but it is warm enough in the ice and snow.

Ye Yele smiled dizzily.

The weather was not good for two consecutive days, and the sky was gloomy. For safety reasons, we had to put off our plan to go skiing.Ye Ye and Bian Ling just nestled in the room watching TV and chatting, while doing some adult activities, Ye Ye would also boldly put his cold feet on Uncle Bian's belly at night to keep warm.

Fortunately, at noon the next day, we finally saw some sunlight, and the snow gradually stopped.

The skiing that Ye Ye had been looking forward to and looking forward to was finally officially put on the agenda.

But what to say.

Perhaps Ye Ye's life was too smooth, so he could only suffer some blood mold in strange places, such as not being able to ski in the snow.

Ye Ye clearly remembered how it all happened. He and Uncle Bian went out of the room, Bian Ling walked in front with his bag, he carried a small bag of frostbite medicine that he said on the Internet that needed to be prepared, and the thermometer walked behind. , I ran into a man wearing a waiter's clothes in the corridor.

There was nothing special about that man, but his head was lowered very low. Ye Ye didn't pay attention at first, until the man brushed past Bian Ling and suddenly raised his head and turned around, he saw those fierce eyes clearly.

That moment seemed to last forever.

He saw the other party take out the gun, saw Bian Ling's terrified eyes, and his own reflection in his eyes, flying towards him in a funny pose.

Ye Ye even had fantasies, could the world of a domineering president be shot?

Then the sound of gunfire was loud, and Ye Ye's chest was in sharp pain. He choked up blood and fell to the ground. In his blurred vision, he saw that the man wanted to shoot, but he was kicked over by Uncle Bian, and he grabbed it with his backhand. He raised his hand and fired a gun at the wrist of the visitor.

The screams made Ye Ye's ears hurt, and then he felt someone covering his chest.

He tried to open his eyes wide, but he couldn't see the expression on Uncle Bian's face clearly. His blood flowed too fast, and his body temperature lost rapidly. He wanted to ask if the company that was ruined was unwilling to take revenge. Yes, but time is running out.

"Uncle Bian... Uncle Bian..."

His eyes were all red, he couldn't see clearly, he coughed up a lot of blood froth in his throat, and his voice became smaller and smaller. Bian Ling moved closer to his mouth and tried to listen, but only heard intermittent " What a pity" three words.

It's a pity, I wanted to stay with you longer.

But I can only accompany you so far.

The author has something to say: Happy 521! ! !

We all know that unspoken birthday wishes never come true.

Poor Uncle Bian.

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The second world is finished, I have to ponder the third world tomorrow.