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It was raining heavily outside, and Ye Jinghui rushed out without an umbrella with a cold face.

After a while, the familiar car stopped beside him again, with the windows rolled down, the man's expression was very stiff, and he said coldly, "Get in the car." He used an imperative tone.

Ye Jinghui ignored him and continued walking.

The car chased after him again, "Where are you going?"

"President Si, I'll print the materials for you." Ye Jinghui smiled ambiguously at him.

"boarding."

"Don't bother you, I'll go by myself."

Ye Jinghui went straight into the subway station, leaving Siming standing still and watching his back with a sullen face.

Of course, Ye Jinghui wasn't trying to quarrel with Siming, it's a very childish behavior for someone like him.The purpose of Ye Jinghui getting wet in the rain is just to have an excuse to ask for leave the next day, because the elder brother will come to attend the press conference tomorrow, if he meets him face to face, Siming will definitely see his flaws.

What a legitimate reason to ask for leave when he caught a cold and had a high fever in the rain. At the same time, it also showed his "fearless sacrifice spirit" of "desperate for work".

……

In the early morning of the next day, Lin Feifei entered Siming's office nervously with a pile of documents.

"President Si, this is the brochure that Ah Hui rushed to the Quick Printing Shop in the rain last night. I checked it, and there is nothing wrong with it." After speaking, he put the brochure on the table lightly, and then bowed carefully and retreated. After retreating to the door, Siming said coldly: "What about him?"

"Uh...he asked for leave..."

"Who approved his leave?" Siming glanced coldly at Lin Feifei.

Lin Feifei trembled again, and said in a trembling voice: "Ah Hui, he was caught in the rain, caught a cold and had a high fever, so he can't come to work." Fearing and angering this terrifying Mr. Si, Lin Feifei said in a very soft voice, "He In the morning, I called the HR department to ask for leave..."

"Okay, let's go out."

Looking at the brochure in his hand, Siming couldn't help but think of Liu Hui who was arrogant and rude to contradict him in public, and a meaningful smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

The press conference was held as scheduled, and Ye Jingxi also sat in the guest seat.

Ye Jingxi has dealt with Siming several times, and both of them are very cold, and when they get together, they basically end the conversation within three sentences.

Today there is one more sentence.

"Why did your assistant call me directly the day before yesterday?"

"Well, sorry, maybe the secretary got the wrong number when writing the contact information. Didn't bother you?"

"Oh, it's okay." Ye Jingxi responded, and said again, "In the future, you should contact the secretary if you have anything to do. My private number is not convenient to publish."

"Okay." Siming paused, then suddenly changed the subject, "Is my newly recruited assistant a very special voice?"

Ye Jingxi shrugged: "I didn't hear anything special, but it's quite polite."

"He happened to ask for leave today. I wanted to introduce you to each other."

"Oh, it's not necessary, it's just a little assistant." Ye Jingxi didn't seem interested, and looked up at the speaker on the stage intently. Siming glanced at Ye Jingxi and didn't say another word.

I thought to myself, one is as cold as the North Pole, the other is as hot as the equator, heh... Ye Jinghui and Ye Jingxi are really wonderful twins.

After the press conference, Siming drove towards the Xingyun Building where he was staying. Halfway there, as if he remembered something, the car made a sharp turn and drove in another direction.

After arriving at the parking lot downstairs of Dongcheng's staff dormitory, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

The phone was clearly connected, but no one answered it.Siming frowned and waited for a long time before a slightly hoarse voice came from his ear, which was indifferent: "President Si, my head hurts a lot. I'll talk about it tomorrow if I have anything to do."

Siming paused.

"at home?"

"Oh, I'm so burned that I don't know where I am."

Siming was silent for another moment.

"I'm here to see you."

Then he hung up the phone.

At this time, Ye Jinghui was in a good mood and turned on the computer to chat with Ye Jingwen. When he heard this sentence, his expression changed, and he hurriedly typed a line.

"Little brother, is there any way to raise people's body temperature instantly?"

"……do not know."

"Aren't you a medical student? Quickly help brother find a way. If someone kills me, I will lose my life."

"How about this, you put the thermometer behind your butt, and when the time is up, take it out and clip it under the armpit, so that the temperature on the thermometer will be slightly higher than the temperature in the armpit, then you pretend to be sick and groan twice, rub it twice to make your cheeks turn red , and put another towel on the forehead, there should be a certain chance that the deception will succeed."

"I'm not that perverted, you think I'm playing performance art?"

"Oh? You are not perverted, could it be that I am perverted?"

"The answer is very correct." Ye Jinghui snorted, closed the window directly, and turned off the computer. Soon, there was a knock on the door.

Ye Jinghui imitated what Ye Jinghui said and played performance art. He couldn't find a thermometer temporarily, so he took a cold towel and put it on his forehead, pretending to be in pain, and went to open the door.

Si Ming was standing in front of the door with a cold face. Seeing Ye Jinghui's "half dead" appearance, he said in a deep voice, "Is it really sick?"

Ye Jinghui's voice was pretending to be hoarse: "Ahem, I have a little cold. What do you need from me?"

Siming didn't say a word, he walked around Ye Jinghui and closed the door behind him.

Ye Jinghui continued to "stumble" to the sofa and sat down, squinting his eyes to look at him: "President Si, what do you want from me?"

Siming picked up a magazine casually, flipped through it, and asked calmly, "Is your illness better?"

"It seems to be getting worse."

"Have you taken any medicine?"

"No."

Siming put down the magazine, frowned and looked at Ye Jinghui with a painful expression. After a moment of silence, he took out several boxes of medicine from his pocket.

"Bought it by chance." Then he got up and walked around the kitchen, then walked to the living room and asked with a cold face, "Where's the hot water?"

Ye Jinghui said hoarsely: "There is no hot water, I only drink cold water."

Siming glanced at him, then turned and went to the kitchen to boil hot water.

After a while, he turned around again, grabbed Ye Jinghui's shoulders, helped him into the bedroom, put him on the bed, and covered him with the quilt.

Turning around again, he went to the kitchen, took a cup of hot water, blew it up and brought it over, gently lifted Ye Jinghui up, let him lean against his chest, and said, "Take medicine."

Ye Jinghui was silent for a long time.

The feeling of leaning against Siming's chest made him a little depressed for some reason.Looking at the colorful particles in Siming's palm, his mood was even more ups and downs.

He cares about himself now, just because he looks like his "dead lover"?The play was so inexplicable.

Ye Jinghui smiled, drank the water with his hand, and said politely, "Thank you."

"En." Siming responded, and put Ye Jinghui back on the bed, while he sat on the edge of the bed, gently pulled the quilt for him, and said with a gentle face, "Go to sleep."

Ye Jinghui closed his eyes.

Feeling the irregular heartbeat in his chest, Ye Jinghui couldn't help sighing: The original slight shock has turned into a strong shock, could it be... that he is tempted by this iceberg man?

……

Perhaps it was because of the sedative and hypnotic ingredients in the cold medicine that Ye Jinghui actually fell asleep.

Siming sat by the bed and watched him quietly.

His sleeping face lost the usual colorful expressions, and now he looked extraordinarily quiet, with the corners of his mouth slightly curved up, with a lazy smile, like a sleeping cat with its eyes closed, stretching lazily Limbs, so arbitrary, comfortable and comfortable.

There are too many similarities with the masked person in memory.

Maybe that person didn't believe it, even Siming himself couldn't believe it. Being easily tempted, he completely deviated from the principle of calmly dealing with things for many years.But I also feel that it feels good to finally find someone I like, and I can stand side by side with him, so I won't be too lonely alone.

Asking him if he wanted to leave that place was not a joke. In fact, Siming really wanted to keep him by his side at that time, cherish him, and never let him work in a chaotic place like Crazy again.He always felt that although that person had a monstrous smile on his face, there was a deliberate aloofness in his eyes. He was the same type of person as himself, and he was suitable to be with such a person.

Siming didn't want to care about his identity and experience, he just wanted to keep that person by his side and make him really smile happily.I just want to hold that person’s hand lightly when I wake up in the middle of the night, to be accompanied by that person when I stand on the top of a tall building and watch the night view, and to turn on the warm yellow light in the room after work at night, and to make it for him by myself. Eat the dishes, and then the two face to face to eat a simple meal together, looking at the corner of his mouth with a smile.No matter whether he is Ye Jinghui who is all-powerful in the mall, or Liu Hui, the safe employee beside him, or that evil red card in the nightclub, Siming only knows that he really likes that weird chameleon-like person.

The shopping mall is ruthless and intrigues. Siming has been here for many years and is used to intrigue.There are always people discussing his ups and downs in promotion and using them to motivate newcomers, there are always people who are concerned about whether he will become the final president, and Xu Wenshan has always refused to give up the idea of ​​letting him succeed Nanyao, but he I feel a little tired.

In Dongcheng, he started as a little assistant at the bottom, helping to print materials and pouring water for people. At that time, he was not as indifferent as he is now, and the teenager who was still studying would smile all day long, even if he was rejected in the company. When someone bullies you, you will first apologize to them with a smile.At that time, his mother was seriously ill, and Ajie was still very young. Siming took up the burden of the family prematurely, but he didn't feel tired at all. I feel very fulfilled and happy.Because Ajie would throw himself into his arms and call him brother every time he came home. Although his mother was sick, she could go to the kitchen to prepare simple but delicious dishes for herself. The three of them sat at the table and had a warm meal together. Dinner, family, happy and harmonious.

Now that Ajie has grown up, the generation gap between him and his brother is becoming more and more obvious.Mom, too, passed away.

Every time I finish a business, whether drunk or not, I always go home alone.That room seemed to be lived by the dead, cold and cold. After opening the door, one had to grope in the dark environment for a long time before turning on the light.The moment the headlights were turned on, the light from the incandescent lamps was very dazzling, and it was no longer the warm dim yellow of when I was young.

When I am tired, I often think, if there is such a person living with me, there is a home, and the warm yellow light is always on in the room late at night, the meeting is over, the list is over, the competition is over, and I will You can go back when you feel tired.That home was very quiet, and that person was waiting for me, there was no plotting against each other, no intrigue, the two simply stayed together and had supper face to face.

Wouldn't that feel good?

He always remembered his mother's last words before she died. She said, you must find someone you like to be with, and sharing the burden with two people is much better than one person. Someone quietly listens to what you have to say.You have worked really hard these years.When you find that person in the future, you must tell me on the day of your mother's memorial day, so that your mother can hear you in the sky and wish you a happy life.

Later, I really found the person who made my heart move, and I seriously considered selling that cold house and changing to a warm hut to live with him.

Unfortunately, that person does not understand love.

In other words, in his eyes, feelings are just a play on the spot.

When we first met, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled proudly.Although he said he was MB, he didn't have the vulgarity of MB as he imagined. His sly smile was a little bit bad, but his flamboyant appearance made people unable to look away at first glance. He gradually overlapped with the masked person in his memory. together.

Perhaps, I have been remembering the person wearing the mask for many years, not only because I was calculated and teased by him, but also because I didn't realize it, that is, I care and like it.

Siming doesn't care about how much time, how many reasons, how many contacts, and how much it takes to fall in love with someone.

With his decisive and capable way of doing things, if you like it, you like it, regardless of the reason, regardless of the process, and only seek the result.As long as you are sure of your mood, you will act immediately.Dating, confession, kissing, step by step.

However, this time he was wrong, completely wrong.

Because that person just regards the relationship between the two of them as a romantic game.

That person, he can carefully calculate and arrange to create a thrilling illusion of death, regardless of the other party's feeling of suffocation at the moment of seeing the news.

At that moment, Siming really thought that something had happened to that person. On the way to the hospital, his hands and feet became cold.

When he saw that pale, expressionless face, even his fingertips trembled.

It was as if the heart was being tightened by a thin thread, and the fine and sharp pain slowly spread throughout the body, making the soles of the feet feel cold.

How cruel and painful is it to see the dead body of the person you love lying in front of you?Siming no longer wanted to recall.

——Ye Jinghui, this move of yours is too ruthless, really like your previous style of heartless, hurting people without knowing it.

If it wasn't for seeing Si Jie who came to have dinner on the weekend afterwards, if it wasn't for careful consideration, he remembered the car crash at the airport and found something wrong.Perhaps until now, I am still sad for that person's death.

Ye Jinghui is really unscrupulous in order to put him to death and make a living later.

Seeing Liu Hui acting in front of him now, Siming could only helplessly pretend not to know.Although he tried his best to find out the background of that MB, and although the information on Liu Hui in front of him was quite complete, Siming knew very well in his heart that these three people were actually the same.That's what I like, the chameleon full of evil - Ye Jinghui.

Looking at Ye Jinghui who was lying on the bed sleeping soundly at this moment, Siming felt mixed feelings in his heart.

Ye Jinghui, you don't know, when you approached me as MB, I seriously considered being with you.

You don't know that the gift someone gave you, although it looks shabby, is his most cherished thing.

You don't even know that there is such a person who really likes you and wants to treat you well, even if his sincerity is worthless in your eyes.

Even now, he still can't bear to really hurt you, even if he already knows your despicable means, and you cheat again and again.

Siming smiled helplessly, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and sent Xu Qing a text message.

"I have confirmed that he is Ye Jinghui, so we need to change our plan."

After a long time, the other side replied: "I'll talk to my father, but Ye Jinghui may not understand your painstaking efforts, do you want to catch yourself?"

"I'll talk about these things later. Right now, I just want to keep him safe."