Morty wait for the wind

In the hall of the magnificent and majestic Lei Family Villa.

Lei Jiaqin was sitting on the leather sofa in the middle of the hall, holding a piece of newspaper in his hand, with steady eyes.

A beautifully dressed woman sits to his right.

Lei Yiyun sat quietly on the sofa next to him with a gentle-looking man.

Seeing Lei Yifeng coming back, the nanny hurriedly stepped forward to take his coat. Lei Yifeng smiled at the nanny and nodded slightly: "Thank you."

Lei Yifeng went straight to Lei Jiaqin, put away his smile and shouted to him, "Dad."

Lei Jiaqin put down the newspaper, looked up at him, stood up, and said in a steady yet majestic voice, "Dinner is ready."

Several nannies hurriedly started to run between the kitchen and the dining room carrying dishes.

At the dining table, there was silence. Lei Yifeng hated this dull atmosphere, as if even the air around him became oppressive.

He felt a fire in his heart. Every time he walked into this so-called home and saw that bitch sitting in the place that should belong to his mother, the flame in his heart began to burn up. He felt like throwing down his chopsticks and walking away impulse.

"I'm done eating, let's go." Lei Yifeng stood up.

"Wait for me in the study." Lei Jiaqin didn't raise his head, his voice was full of majesty.

Lei Yifeng didn't respond, turned around and walked out, Lei Yiyun hurriedly got up and grabbed him, "Yifeng, the study is over there."

Lei Yifeng turned his head and looked at her impatiently, "Okay, I know."

In the spacious and quiet study room, Lei Jiaqin sat in front of the exquisitely carved mahogany desk, with a calm face and steady eyes.

"How long are you going to play?" he asked.

"I don't know." Lei Yifeng replied calmly.

Lei Jiaqin looked at him in silence for a while with a slightly angry face.

"Starting tomorrow, go to the company for me to work."

"not interested."

"Not interested?" Lei Jiaqin glared at him, "What are you interested in? Eating, drinking and having fun?!"

Lei Yifeng looked at him indifferently and did not respond.

"You grew up with the son of Lao Yan's family. Look at him, and then look at your own virtue! Idle around all day, it's a shame to our old Lei's family!"

"Look at Lao Yan's family?" Lei Yifeng sneered, "Why don't you compare yourself with Lao Yan?"

"What did you say?!" Lei Jiaqin stared at him with cold eyes.

"Old man Yan didn't start messing around and end up abandoning, but he didn't see one marrying the other, but he didn't interfere in his son's private affairs." Lei Yifeng looked at him with a sneer.

"Nizi!" Lei Jiaqin's face was ashen, he got up and slapped him hard.

"Snapped!"

"Hehe..." Lei Yifeng moved back slightly, still looking at him with a sneer, "What? Am I wrong?"

"Get lost!" Lei Jiaqin growled, raised his hand and slapped him heavily.

The old wound was not healed, and a new wound was added. Lei Yifeng felt a sweet smell coming from the corner of his mouth. He didn't bother to care, and said indifferently: "It's just what I want."

Turning around and going out the gate, he spat out the sweet smell in his mouth, remembering that he was picked up by Uncle Wei, and now he has no car to go back, so he took out his mobile phone and called President Yan.

Not long after, a black Rolls-Royce appeared on the road. President Yan rolled down the window, glanced at his distressed appearance, and asked coldly, "Where are you going?"

Lei Yifeng opened the car door and got into the co-pilot, "Chen, haven't we had a drink together for a long time?"

President Yan didn't answer and turned the car around.

The night shrouded the entire city, and the bar was still sluggish and gorgeous.

Moti sat quietly on the circular stage in the center of the bar hall, earnestly playing a low-pitched melody that was incompatible with the bustling and impetuous here.

It is said that people who learn musical instruments will not have good eyesight, because they have to look at the densely packed tadpole-like staves for a long time, but Moti's eyesight is exceptionally good. He saw Lei Yifeng and a stern but good-looking man They walked in together, and clearly saw the bruises and fresh redness on the corners of his mouth.

The sound of the piano seemed to tremble slightly, Moti looked back and adjusted the hand holding the bow.

In a private room.

Lei Yifeng picked up a glass of wine and drank it down. He smiled self-deprecatingly at President Yan, "Chen, you know? I'm so fucking envious of you. You said we grew up together, what do you want?" There is something, and I... oh... have nothing."

President Yan stared at him coldly, was silent for a while, and said, "Yifeng, many things are not based on envy, but on your own."

Lei Yifeng shook his head and said nothing, fight?The sad thing is that he doesn't even know what he wants now, so how can he fight for it?

"If you have what you want, I will definitely help you get it." President Yan's tone was cold, but his words were warm, and he also picked up a glass of wine.

"Chen, thank you." Lei Yifeng picked up the wine glass and touched him, and drank it down in one gulp.

Finally, life is not too bad, at least I have a brother, Lei Yifeng thought.

"The black pineapple pair of SIUs sound even more girly—" President Yan's cell phone rang suddenly.

Lei Yifeng could guess with his toes who set the ringtone.

President Yan picked up the phone, and layers of tenderness immediately appeared in his cold eyes.After hanging up the phone, before he could speak, Lei Yifeng immediately tilted his head and smiled and said firstly: "Chen, anyway, it's not once or twice that you've been ungrateful, hurry back, or your little nanny will be in a hurry .”

"En." President Yan responded lightly, got up and left the private room.

Lei Yifeng lowered his head and smiled, picked up another glass of wine, and was just about to deliver it to his mouth, when the wine glass was suddenly grabbed by two hands and stopped in mid-air.

"Fuck! Who the hell is that?" Lei Yifeng raised his head a little irritably, but met a pair of quiet and determined eyes.

Moti pursed his lips tightly, and looked at Lei Yifeng with a slight frown.

"You, why did you come in?" Lei Yifeng looked at him unnaturally and asked.

"You don't drink," said Morty.

"No, I want to drink." Lei Yifeng said like a rebellious child, shaking the hand holding the wine glass, trying to break the wine glass from Moti's hand.

Moti didn't speak, but still stubbornly fixed the wine glass firmly in the air. He seemed to be thin, but he didn't think he was so strong.

Lei Yifeng looked at him in surprise, and suddenly smiled again, spread the hand holding the wine glass, and leaned back lazily on the back of the sofa.

"Why do you want me to stop drinking?" he asked.

Moti put the wine glass on the table, straightened up, looked at him seriously with quiet eyes, and replied, "You have injuries on your face."

"...You, are you caring about me?" Lei Yifeng was silent for a while, straightened up and looked at him with narrow eyes and asked.

Moti didn't speak, and silently took out a small orange bottle from the pocket of the black dress, opened the lid, took out a small cotton ball from inside and held it in his hand, then bent down and stretched the cotton ball to the corner of Lei Yifeng's mouth Wipe lightly.

Lei Yifeng's whole body trembled suddenly, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze on his face, he subconsciously grabbed Moti's wrist, but immediately let go as if he was touched by electricity.

The scene when I was applying ice to Xu Hao suddenly flashed in my mind, the same place, the same time, the similar scene, but the person was different...

He was a little irritable, his fingers were randomly pointing on the sofa, his mouth moved, and he wanted to say something, but suddenly he didn't know what to say.

"Don't move." Moti's cold voice came from above his head.

His voice was faint and soft, but it seemed to have some kind of magic power to make people quiet. Lei Yifeng wanted to get up, but his body was stiff on the sofa as if imprisoned by some invisible thing.

Moti's mouth was tightly pursed into a straight line, and his eyes quietly stopped on Lei Yifeng's bruised but still picturesque and charming face. His fingers, which were more slender than ordinary people due to piano practice, pinched The cotton ball soaked in anti-inflammatory medicine was gently and carefully wiped on his face.

"Don't drink alcohol, apply hot towels sooner or later." After wiping all the bruises, Moti screwed the cap on the small bottle and put it on the table, straightened up and said.

"..." Lei Yifeng didn't seem to hear his words, he was still sitting on the sofa stiffly, until Moti picked up the wine bottle on the table and turned to the door, he finally asked his back : "Why do you care about me?"

Moti's body paused, and he stopped with his back to Lei Yifeng.

Why?Why should you care about him?Morty asked himself too.

He wanted to answer, but didn't know how to answer, and finally just left silently.

Lei Yifeng watched his thin back disappear from the corridor, feeling inexplicably more irritable, got up and kicked the table in front of him hard.

After leaving the bar, he took a taxi back to his apartment, couldn't sleep, got up again, put on a mask, and went to a nearby 24-hour supermarket to buy a lot of cooked food and milk.

He stayed in the house for more than a week, during which he dated three beauties because of boredom, but for some reason, he was alone in the middle of the night, Mr. Lei just chatted with them very purely, and finally did nothing.

"Lei Shao, don't you like him anymore?" The sexy beauty with fluttering hair asked a little unwillingly after being sent to the door.

Lei Yifeng didn't bother to answer, so he smiled evilly and blew her a kiss, "Goodbye, baby."

Then "哐!" the door was closed, and the whole person was lying on the soft and wide bed in the shape of a "big" character, staring at the ceiling, fuck!What's wrong with me?Is it really time to see an andrology department?

Soon, he immediately shook his head to dismiss the idea, no, I can't go, it's too fucking embarrassing!

In just one week, winter has completely replaced autumn. Lei Yifeng was wearing thin clothes, driving on a somewhat desolate road, and stopped when passing by the gym he often went to.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked in, he saw a familiar figure in black gym clothes.Lei Yifeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and just as he was about to walk towards him, a beautiful woman with a water snake waist came up to him, stroking his chest with his fingertips through the expensive fabric, tenderly. Mei said: "Young Master Lei, long time no see, do you want to double practice?"

Lei Yifeng gave her a seductive smile, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and pointed to the side with the other: "Honey, go play by yourself."

Then he passed the beauty and walked straight behind the man, slapped him on the back as a mischief, and deliberately raised the volume "Hi!"

Sure enough, the man trembled violently, and turned around with obvious anger on his youthful and vigorous face. When he saw Lei Yifeng, he suddenly had a more embarrassing expression.

"Did you be taken aback by this young master?" Lei Yifeng asked with a raised eyebrow with a smile, a slender and charming pupil flashed a hint of pride like a child who succeeded in a prank.

Xu Hao glared at the man in front of him whose behavior did not match his age, and suddenly wanted to ask: Brother, have you graduated from kindergarten yet?