After the Rebirth of the Film Emperor

In the past few days, Ji Zhimeng was the one who tossed and fried salted fish on the bed in the master bedroom, but today it became Li Shaohao.

He came back to set up stairs for Ji Zhirong, but Ji Zhirong not only tore down the steps, but also gave him a face?

It has been a long, long, long time since no one dared to show him face.

He rebelled, and he didn't care about the established rule in the Cold War that whoever speaks first loses. At one o'clock in the morning, Boss Li rushed to the door of the second bedroom and knocked on the door: "Ji Zhilong, come out, let's chat!"

The dull sound passed through the door panel and the air conditioner and was transmitted to Zhi Rong's ears. It was not considered a disturbance, because he was not asleep either, but he decided to pretend to be asleep.

Li Shaoyao knocked on the door a few more times: "I know you are a shallow sleeper, you can wake up even when the quilt is dropped on the floor, are you pretending to be asleep?"

Ji Zhiyong, who was wrapped in the quilt and pretended to be sleeping: "......"

"I opened the door and came in. If you don't make a sound, it means you acquiesce."

All the rooms on the second floor have fingerprint locks. As long as Li Shaoyao thinks about it, the door can be opened unimpeded by pressing a fingerprint, even if it is locked back, it is useless.

He got no response, so he opened the door and turned on the light in the second bedroom.

Seeing that the bed was rolled into a ball, only a fried and disheveled head was exposed.

Li Shaohao walked over, trying to peel off the quilt, Ji Zhizheng secretly fought with him while pulling the quilt inside, the two struggled for a long time, and finally Li Shaohao pulled the quilt off by virtue of his physical strength.

Zhiyong's eyes were suddenly exposed to the glare of the light, and they were stimulated to burst into physiological tears. In addition to the recent lack of sleep, his face was haggard, his complexion was pale, and he looked weak and pitiful.

"Did you reflect on your mistakes in the past few days?"

If this had been said yesterday, Ji Zhilong would have admitted his mistake without hesitation, and would have even prepared a thousand-character draft of his self-criticism.

But now, he no longer wants to admit his mistake.

He sat under the quilt with a hoarse voice: "I know where I was wrong, but I don't want to admit it, and I don't need to apologize to anyone."

Seeing him, Li Shaoyao's eyes darkened a little.

Ji Zhiyong continued to sweep mines, one by one: "I slandered Wen Che, not you. If you insist on apologizing, I will kowtow three times in front of Wen Che's tombstone another day, but I don't think he would mind being scolded by me." A few words."

He inadvertently met Li Shaoyao's gaze, and cold sweat began to overflow from his forehead. He didn't care how cruel this man was outside, but at home, he always had a gentle face. Even if he got angry occasionally, he looked more like a child in Wen Che's eyes When you lose your temper, there is always thunder and rain, but this time, there is no thunder or rain, but it is as oppressive as black clouds overwhelm the city.

Ji Zhilong grasped the corner of the quilt tightly, swallowed subconsciously, his Adam's apple moved up and down uneasily, not knowing what would happen if he really got angry.

Li Shaoyao's voice became deep and cold: "Do you hate Wen Che very much?"

"?" Zhilong didn't catch his train of thought for a moment.

"Sometimes I think you are very similar to him, but it's just like that." Li Shaoyao's whole body was filled with sadness, and his voice was extremely low: "You just rely on being like him..."

"what?"

Before Ji Zhizheng could hear clearly, his throat tightened suddenly, and Li Shaohao pinched his neck and pushed him back to the bed. He thought that his breathing would be blocked and he would be strangled to death on the spot, but Li Shaohao just pushed him down, No effort at all.

Veins burst out on his forehead, like an angry lone wolf, but when he really pressed the prey under his palm, he deliberately withdrew his sharp claws, and just stomped a few times with the pad of his flesh, bluffing and intimidating drink.

The force was as light as scratching an itch, Ji Zhiyong was afraid of itches, he even wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare, he endured so much hard work, his face slowly turned red.

Li Shaoyao thought he was really out of breath, so he immediately let go, but in the end, helpless, he stood up lonely, ready to leave.

Ji Zhijun suddenly called to him and asked, "What is your relationship with Sui?"

"Are you...really staying with him for the past seven days?"

"He told me a lot of things today, I don't care about anything else, just this, I don't believe what he said, can you tell me the truth yourself?"

He didn't even realize that the tone of this sentence was full of care and jealousy.

But Li Shaohao could tell that he couldn't hurt him with his hands, but he knew how to hurt others with words.

Just like Zhi Mo stabbed Wen Che with a "knife" and still didn't know how to repent, Li Shaohao also used the same method to stab Ji Zhimo with a "knife".

"In the past seven days, I have been with him. He is very important to me." He turned around, looked at Zhilong, and bit every word clearly, but the meaning in the words was ambiguous: "I follow Sui , is a lost and found relationship.”

When he left the second bedroom, the door slammed a little harshly.

Ji Zhizheng sat under the quilt in a daze, and murmured: "Lost and found, good one... Lost and found, it seems to be true."

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The next morning, Ah Jing obviously felt that the atmosphere in the employer's house was much more harmonious. One of the reasons was that Li Shaoyao went home for the night and planned to have breakfast at home. The cold atmosphere where people felt that something was wrong has gradually dissipated, and it is not so strong.

The employer's family is harmonious and happy, and he can relax a lot as a worker.

The breakfast was carefully prepared, and when he was about to take it out, Ji Zhilong came to the kitchen by himself. He seemed to have a job today, and he wanted to take two slices of toast and drink a few mouthfuls of milk before leaving. When he reached the wall of the glass, he was scalded, and the whole glass of milk tilted, and the hot liquid poured onto the back of his hand.

He didn't make a sound, but Ah Jing yelled in fright, and Li Shaoyao, who was in the living room, rushed into the kitchen with a stride. A vulnerable side that needs someone to appease.

Li Shaoyao also restrained the concern that had jumped to his lips.

At the dinner table, Ji Zhizheng's red hands were particularly eye-catching, and Li Shaohao couldn't stand it anymore, so he asked Ah Jing to bring the ointment.

He took Zhilong's hand to apply the medicine for him, but this scene reminded Ji Zhilong of the intimacy between him and Yu Sui yesterday.

At this moment, his hand didn't touch Li Shaohao's palm, nor did he touch the deep part of the finger. Facts have proved that the medicine can be cured without being too intimate, so he and Yu Sui held so tightly yesterday, probably because A long absence wins a newly-married couple, if he hadn't been interrupted midway, his fingers might have been intertwined.

When this kind of thought came up, Wen Che felt like a resentful woman, but he couldn't help thinking about these things, as if he was sick.

"Where's your wedding ring?"

Li Shaoyou suddenly noticed that his ring finger was empty.

"I took it off while wearing the pistol." Ji Zhirong said perfunctorily.

"Broken hand?" Li Shaoyao subconsciously glanced at the one in his hand, "You don't think it fits after wearing it for half a year?"

"Yeah, I didn't find it suitable after wearing it for half a year." Zhi Rong withdrew his hand and smiled lightly, "I don't need to worry about a little injury, Mr. Li, you should care about your 'recovery'."

Li Shaoyao: "......"