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Cen Wen watched the police car whine and whistle away, rubbed his chin, and sighed, "Here we go in..."

He stood still for a while, then suddenly turned his head, looked at Ye Yao and said, "I don't know why, I always feel that you have changed a lot this time."

Ye Yao withdrew his gaze and said innocently, "Really?"

"..."

There was a moment of silence between the two, and for a moment, Cen Wen stretched his waist: "Forget it, it's a good thing."

No matter how it changes, they are still friends and brothers.

This, will never change.

Cen Wen put away his inexplicable sigh, and changed the subject: "What are you going to do next? This crime is another housework, and they won't be locked up for long."

Ye Yao smiled: "Isn't that why you came back?"

Cen Wen's lazy back paused in the air, his eyes suddenly changed, and he couldn't tell what it felt like, like a cold light from the tip of a knife, but it quickly retracted.

He put down his hand, as if the fierceness just now was just an illusion, raised his orchid fingers and pushed Ye Yao delicately: "I hate it!"

Ye Yao staggered and almost fell to the ground.

He clutched his chest and said with a wry smile: "Master, can I call you Mr. Cen, you also know that you are a Vajra Barbie, take it easy."

Cen Wen squeezed his throat: "Damn ghost, how do you know that I have prepared a good show?"

Ye Yao touched his nose: "Otherwise, you've always lived well abroad, what are you doing when you come back?"

"Actually..." He sighed, "I knew about the fact that you secretly helped me collect evidence in private."

Those dirty things about the Ye family.

Even with Ye Yao's temper that can't be supported by mud in the first life, Cen Wen still prepared the bottom line for him to draw his salary, hoping that one day this brother will be able to open his mind and stand upright, and take what the Ye family got. The retribution smeared happily on their faces.

It's a pity that Ye Yao in the first life didn't let him see that day until his death.

In this life, if he hadn't heard Ye Yao's determination to draw a clear line with the Ye family on the phone, Cen Wen would not have made this trip.

Ye Yao thought about it, and couldn't help being a little sad.

He coughed, blinked away the inadvertent heat in his eyes, and said, "So how many things have you found?"

"Is it enough for tax evasion, medical fraud, and criminal money laundering?" Cen Wen rubbed his nails and snorted, returning to his usual virtue of being able to turn himself into a tycoon at any time by painting his nails.

Ye Yao was surprised: "So powerful?"

"Yeah, it made my mother think that I wanted to annex the Ye family and develop into the medical field." Cen Wen sneered, "What's more..."

He glanced out meaningfully, and the man in the wheelchair had a calm expression, but his calm posture made him see the bottomless abyss.

Cen Wen thought a thousand times, but said casually: "Your wild man seems to have a lot of energy. With him around, I can feel relieved."

He was not blind. Although the policemen tried their best to restrain themselves, he could see how they treated the man.In the past, Ye Huaquan could be regarded as a celebrity at any rate, and the police would be more polite, not to mention that the person who reported the crime was his son. It's hard to do without anyone's permission.

"I don't know where they hooked up..." He muttered, wondering if he wanted to investigate privately.

However, as soon as he thought of this, he felt a little palpitation inexplicably, as if there was an instinctive fear and precaution reminding him.

Ye Yao didn't notice it, and gave him a kidnapper from the side: "Don't talk nonsense, he is my boss, what a wild man."

Cen Wen suppressed the worries in his heart and said with a smile: "This little face is tender enough, are you shy? Come and touch it for brother."

The two laughed for a while, as if they had completely forgotten about the Ye family father and son who were in prison at the moment.

After simply tidying up the messy house, they went to Buzhong's house to have a meal together, and the sun was setting when it was over.

Ye Yao slumped on the chair while touching his chubby belly, feeling extremely emotional: "This is the first meal I've eaten today."

Cen Wen also licked the corner of his mouth: "It's delicious..."

The Cen family is not short of money. He has enjoyed countless delicacies since he was a child, but this time it is really different. After tasting the food, he smacked his mouth and whispered to Ye Yao: "I suspect that these ingredients are directly from the place of origin. luck."

Fresh and delicious, it falls on the tip of the tongue and explodes the taste buds to melt the gluttonous enjoyment.

Cen Wen pondered for a while, and felt more and more that the wild man was awesome, and couldn't help but feel a little worried about his son.

He looked up at Bu Zhong: "Thank you, Mr. Bu, for such a sumptuous dinner today."

The man nodded, smiled and said, "It should."

Sensing what Cen Wen meant, he put down his teacup and put his hands on the wheelchair: "I remember that there are still some things I haven't dealt with. Let's go to the study first."

Just as Ye Yao was about to sit up straight, Cen Wen grabbed him.

The arms of the two were blocked by the table, and Cen Wen smiled as if nothing happened: "You are busy, you are busy, Ye Yao and I haven't seen each other for a long time, let me borrow your place to chat for a while."

Bu nodded: "Please do it yourself."

He looked at Ye Yao again, got the grateful smile in the eyes of the little anchor, and pushed the door out satisfied.

Cen Wen didn't let out a breath until his figure disappeared and the door was shut with a bang, and then he slumped on the chair again.

Ye Yao also paralyzed back: "Okay, everyone is gone, what do you want to say to me?"

Cen Wen sighed deeply: "Son..."

At this moment, Ye Yao's head was full of sleepiness after eating and drinking, and his thoughts were as slow as an old cow carrying a cart of grass. He groaned and said, "What are you doing? Let the fart go."

"You..." Cen Wen's words came to a circle around his lips, but he turned in a different direction, "What is this Mr. Bu's identity?"

Ye Yao raised his eyelids: "Why are you asking this?"

"It's rare that my son has a wild man. As a father, shouldn't I care about it?" Cen Wen moved closer, "Look at the things in this room, they look simple, but in fact..."

He touched the armrest and lowered his tone: "This, the new product released by the famous Italian designer Carmelo in spring, which was supposed to be displayed only in the window of the international art exhibition, now inexplicably appeared in an ordinary house in C City. Being held down by you carelessly, serving food without mercy, it was covered with the saliva we splashed just now, and the oil stains leaked from the bowl... What a waste of money."

Ye Yao has always stayed away from such famous products and big brands, so he said lazily, "So what?"

"How!?" Cen Wen was shocked, "Do you know how much this table costs?"

Ye Yao: "How much?"

No matter how expensive it is, it’s just a table, how can it go to heaven?

Cen Wen couldn't bear to see him like a turkey who had never seen the world, he said, "Come on, come on, Dad will take you to open your eyes today, and let you know what it means to be poor and limit your imagination."

Ye Yao kicked him: "Don't force me, how much is it?"

Cen Wen sneered and made a gesture of seven.

Ye Yao thought about it stupidly and sweetly, and said, "Seven thousand?"

Cen Wen: "Oh."

Ye Yao frowned: "...[-]?"

There was contempt in Cen Wen's eyes.

Ye Yao swallowed his saliva: "Shouldn't it be 70?!"

Rich people can play like this?

He looked at it horizontally and vertically, isn't it just a piece of wood that has been cut better, is it necessary?

With an unparalleled sense of superiority, Cen Wen said, "Seven figures!"

Ye Yao gulped down a big mouthful of saliva.

"A total of 300 million." Cen Wen raised his eyebrows, "How about it, do you think that the person who was rubbing his arms desperately just now is particularly rich and powerful?"

Ye Yao instantly put down the hand that was on it, and his eyes fluttered slightly: "That..."

"That's why, Dad, I have to worry if someone with such a serious mismatch between consumption level and accommodation environment appears by your side."

Glancing at Ye Yao, Cen Wen leaned closer, and said in a slightly subtle tone, "At least... there are measures that should be taken, heck, we still have to do it well."

Ye Yao: "?"

Cen Wen looked at him reproachfully: "What are you pretending to do with me, I can't understand that little thought?"

"No," Ye Yao was confused, "What did you see?"

"Pretending to be stupid? How many years have I been friends with you? I know what shit you shit when you poke your butt. If there's nothing, he lives next to you on purpose? If there's nothing, you eat with him?"

Cen Wen sighed, and said earnestly: "Po Yao, I know your temperament very well. After all these years, you ask yourself, who else is there besides me? In the past, there were many people who were not driven away by your stinking brother and were willing to have sex with you. My friend, but what about you? You hid one after another, for fear of hurting yourself by giving affection to others, wishing to build a place without doors and windows to hide yourself."

"This Mr. Bu is probably the first person you are willing to get close to, and you are willing to get close to him. Maybe you haven't realized that the way you looked at him just now doesn't have any defensive edge."

Cen Wen finally faded from his laughing expression, and sighed, "Ye Yao, I'm afraid that you... will get trapped in someone you shouldn't have provoked."

"What if he has any purpose?"

Until sending Cen Wen away, what he said was still circling in Ye Yao's mind.

Ye Yao walked back to the room and wanted to clear the table, but absent-mindedly dropped a bowl.

A crisp sound woke him up.

Oops!

How much is this bowl! ?

Ye Yao, who was popularized by Cen Wen about the corrupt life of the upper class, gasped reflexively, knelt down and went to pick it up.

This is going to be another six-figure or seven-figure figure. How can he pay for the little money he earned from selling medicine?

"Don't move!" A tense voice suddenly came from behind.

Bu Zhong came in from the door, didn't look at the debris on the ground, and grabbed Ye Yao's hand: "Don't pick it up, I'll get someone to get it later, don't hurt your hands."

All Ye Yao's attention was focused on the place where the two met, and he felt the blood pouring upwards from one head.

He almost used his strength to shake his hand away: "Oh, okay... um, I'm sorry..."

He spoke incoherently, not knowing what he was talking about.

Cen Wen said...

He is different with step weight.

For so many years, in this life, besides mother and Cen Wen, the first person who approached Rang... But it was different from them.

It is as majestic and wide as a vast ocean.

Ye Yao stared at the man's brows and eyes in panic. It was only then that he realized that he had unconsciously felt safe and peaceful by his side.

His expression fell into Bu Zhong's eyes.

The man was paused in the air for a moment by his free hand, and then slowly retracted.

Bu Zhong raised his eyes, his tone was calm and gentle: "What's wrong?"

Ye Yao's mind was buzzing: "It's nothing!"

"You look very bad." Bu Zhong frowned slightly.

Seeing him approaching, Ye Yao couldn't help taking a step back: "I'm just a little full, don't worry about me!"

"Ye Yao." Bu Zhong lowered his voice slightly, "Your face is very pale, and you are sweating."

He was pushing the wheelchair, and there was no doubt that he wanted to come over to check on his condition, "I'm just checking, if you feel uncomfortable, you must see a doctor."

The closer he got, the clearer his straight and deep face became under the light.

Ye Zhinan Yao was opened the door to a new world just a moment ago. Looking at his deep eye sockets under the shadow of thick eyelashes, he swallowed thick ink and smudged the end of his eyes. Almost every look in his eyes is full of charm.

Ye Yao heard the sound of his heart beating, getting louder and louder, knocking on his reason, making him lose his mind.

Seeing the man leaning over in front of him, an idea popped up in Ye Yao's swampy mind, without even thinking about it, he yelled out: "Wait!"

Take a heavy step.

"I, I..." Ye Yao panted heavily, with a blank expression, "Mr. Bu, do you have a girlfriend!?"

He didn't give the other party a chance to react at all, and he didn't know what he was talking about at all, so he continued quickly in a speechless manner: "I have 'Peach Blossoms Full of Life' here! Just one bottle, and the sky is filled with peach blossoms." Take it home! Give birth to a precious son full of gold and jade!"

"As long as 998! You can't buy it at a loss and you can't be fooled! You deserve it!"

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