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When Ye Yao was awakened by the doorbell, the sky outside the window was completely dark.

He rubbed his eyes, got up from the bed, put on a coat and opened the door.

The light leaked out with the open door, the man outside raised his eyes, a little white was scattered on the dark coat, and after a while, small pieces of dark water stains bloomed, making him faintly The face hidden in the shadow is more three-dimensional, with a bit of ambiguous fuzziness.

Ye Yao rubbed his eyes for a while, and slowly opened them wide.

Above the boundless night, finely shattered snowflakes fell, silently piling up a thin layer in his yard.

He asked in surprise, "Is it snowing?"

Bu Zhong: "Yes."

Ye Yao stretched out his hand to pull him: "Then come in quickly, don't catch a cold."

Bu Chong pushed the wheelchair, looked up and saw that there was still a little flush of sleepiness on his face, and frowned slightly: "Did I wake you up?"

Ye Yao shook his head: "No, I woke up too, I slept all afternoon."

He yawned again while speaking, and there was still a bit of bruising under his eye sockets from staying up late.

Bu Zhong took his hand to help him push the wheelchair, gently inserted it between his fingers, and held it: "I heard that your group is progressing very fast today. After a stage is over, I will take a good rest at home for a few days. , your dark circles—”

He stretched out his hand and nodded: "It's about to fall to the ground."

Ye Yao rubbed again subconsciously: "Is it serious?"

"Forget about taking a break... Everyone is rushing, and more and more mutants are appearing during this time." He put down his hand, "We have no time to waste."

When it came to this topic, the two were a little silent for a while.

Ye Yao looked at the gloom that quickly passed between Bu Chong's eyebrows and eyes, and sighed inwardly.

The death of his parents is like a mountain that has been weighing on Buzhong's heart, but even so, he has been controlling the project as if nothing had happened, walking steadily and firmly step by step.

"That..." Ye Yao touched his cheek, looked left and right and changed the subject, "Have you bought vegetables yet?"

Bu Chong hummed and said, "I bought it."

Yan Xu, who had been standing silently outside the door, stood up at this moment, dressed in black almost melting into the night, and greeted Ye Yao calmly: "Mr. Ye is good."

Ye Yao was startled: "When did you come?"

The expression on Yan Xu's face was momentarily indescribable: "...Mr. Ye was joking, I've been here all this time."

Ye Yao: "..."

He coughed, "Why don't you come in and have dinner together?"

"No." Yan Xu quickly walked into the door and piled all the ingredients on the table, "I have some things to deal with tonight, so I'll take my leave first."

Ye Yao watched his lightning-quick exit, and opened his mouth slightly: "Your assistant is quite..."

Bu Zhong chuckled lightly: "Knowledge?"

He took it for granted: "As a professional assistant, he certainly knows when to reduce his presence."

Seeing Yan Xu running away in such a desperate situation, Ye Yao still did not forget the dedication of gently closing the door, and sighed sincerely: "It is indeed professional,"

"The salary I paid him is enough for him to pay." Bu Zhong led Ye Yao inside, "Don't talk about him, just take care of tonight's dinner."

Ye Yao followed his strength and walked slowly: "I said that I can only cook home-cooked food. Didn't you eat enough last time?"

"Of course not enough." Bu Zhong smiled, "I can eat what you make for a lifetime, but I don't want you to do it today, I'll do it."

Ye Yao didn't care about his sudden love words, and said in surprise: "You...do it?"

"Correct."

From time to time, the sound of water rinsing and the rhythmic chopping boards can be heard in the kitchen.

Ye Yao was sitting in the living room, looking in through the open kitchen door, his face full of disbelief.

What is Buzhong's identity?

Such a wealthy young master who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, Ye Yao is very convinced that his ten fingers do not touch the spring water, but the cooking is so elegant and fragrant...

Ye Yao raised his voice: "Did you often cook before?"

"When my parents left, grandpa was very busy. He flew abroad for several months and entrusted me to my uncle to take care of me." Bu Zhong's voice came from the kitchen.

Ye Yao got up and walked towards him.

"At that time, I was still young. Although it was said that I was the only heir of the family, the death of the head of the Bu family made the whole family's hearts flutter. Grandpa was too sad to support the family's business. Some people's hearts are inevitable. Something bad is born."

Ye Yao paused slightly, feeling something.

"That uncle was an elder I trusted since I was a child, and he took good care of me at the beginning, but after my grandfather didn't come back for half a year several times, people's minds easily changed."

"At that time, the old butler of the family was worried that Grandpa's body would go abroad with him, and the people left behind would be bribed by him. How can I say during that time..." Bu Zhong laughed at himself, "Probably no one can imagine the people of the Bu family. There will be a day when you will be hungry."

Ye Yao was surprised: "They don't even give you food?!"

"It's not that I won't eat it, but I will... add some ingredients." Buzhong said lightly, "Leaving aside the taste, there will be basically no meat on the table. They probably think it's interesting to make me stunted."

He turned his head slightly, saw Ye Yao staring at him with a slightly heavy expression on his face, and turned a corner when he reached the point of his mouth: "I...worry about them spitting in my food, Just learn to cook by yourself."

No need for him to say it clearly, Ye Yao can also hear from his pretended relaxed tone that this "addition" is by no means as simple as "spitting".

Ye Yao felt a little worried: "Then why didn't you tell your grandfather?"

Bu Zhong put the dishes in his hand out of the pot, and the smoky smoke rose and was easily drawn away. There was only a warm and subtle movement in the room: "I'm not three years old anymore."

"When my parents passed away suddenly, the entire Bu family was in turmoil, and the burden suddenly fell back on my grandfather. He was busy stabilizing the group and trying to find out the cause of my parents' death. I couldn't help him, at least I couldn't cause him trouble."

"What's more, tell him, let him be angry and sad about his unfilial son again? Or let him put down everything and come back to be with me?" Bu Zhong chuckled, "If one leaves, the next one may not be so easy to fool."

Ye Yao's eyebrows flew up: "Do you think it's so foolish?"

They are so vicious that they attack the juniors who are related to them... Has the rich people's evaluation of others been crooked to outer space?

"Yes, it's so confusing." Bu Zhong smiled lightly, "Still stupid."

"I said I wanted to find a small house to live in and let me live in it. I wanted to cook and let me do it. As long as I pretended to study obediently and looked heartbroken and didn't care about anything, he thought I was really innocent. threatened."

and so……

That idiot didn't know that his failure was not due to his grandfather who suddenly returned home until he was expelled from the family center, "exiled" to the African wasteland project, and never returned to China in this life.

Long before that, all the available people under him had reported his every word and deed every day, in detail, to the "cowardly and useless" next-generation heir whom he had always looked down upon.

——These words were pressed under the base of his tongue, and he didn't say them out.

Ye Yao didn't know, he savored Bu Zhong's rare confession over and over again in his heart, the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

"That..." He opened his mouth, blocked a lot of words and wanted to say, but when it came to his mouth, he didn't know what to say.

These things have passed, no amount of regret and distress can make him go back and protect his childhood steps from being hurt.

No wonder.

Seeing his attitude towards the Bu family at that time, it's no wonder that he always felt a sense of alienation when he was alone. For him, except for his grandfather, no one could approach the closed door to spy on him. The thoughts in his heart, he also... put himself in a position where no one can hurt him anymore.

Ye Yao exhaled, stepped forward, and put his arms around Bu Zhong's shoulders.

Under the rolled up cuffs was a strong white forearm, the warm touch came through, Bu Zhong stopped the movement of his hands, and the white steam curling up in front of him was also warm and hazy.

"Why did you tell me these things?" Ye Yao's voice was a little muffled.

"Just say what you want, there is no reason." Bu Zhong took his arm, "No one said this before, but now I suddenly want to tell you."

"Oh..." Ye Yao dragged out his voice.

For a moment, he rustled, and Bu Zhong listened to the movement coming from behind him, the corner of his mouth curved slightly, and then, a kiss was gently placed on the forehead.

"Just...to comfort you." Ye Yao was still a little embarrassed after kissing someone, and retracted his head mutteringly.

Bu Zhong took a deep breath, turned the wheelchair lightly for half a circle with one hand, and stopped Ye Yao's waist with the other hand: "You are so frivolous, and you want to leave so easily?"

The man raised his brows and eyes, and his usual dignified and rigorous temperament faded away, and under the clear light, he took on a ghostly and seductive color.

Ye Yao fainted unknowingly, and the crimson color spread on his face: "What are you doing... What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" Bu Zhong's tone couldn't be softer. He stood up on the wheelchair and leaned close to Ye Yao's ear, his breath-like tone lingering on his ears with a gentle breath.

Ye Yao wanted to rub the burning ears, but his whole body seemed to be bewitched, limply propped on the spot, unable to move.

"Didn't you say you would stay overnight before you came here?" Bu Zhong said lightly, "What do you think... what do I want to do?"