fair retaliation

It was already noon when the rain stopped, and the sun shone through the thin clouds, making the crystal water drops on the white chrysanthemums in front of the grave reflect dazzling light.

Unknowingly squatting in front of the grave all morning, when he got up, Siming's legs became numb, he patted hard, then regained consciousness, turned and left.

At the gate of the cemetery, I met Xu Qing who had just rushed over. Xu Qing smiled slightly: "Why don't you wait for me for a while, and I'll make you lunch when you go home."

"No need, I want to go to the Ye family to see his injuries."

Xu Qing nodded: "Okay, call if you need anything."

When I passed by a supermarket, I saw fresh vegetables, green vegetables, and bright red tomatoes, which seemed to still have this morning's dew on them, fresh and tender.On a whim, Siming went to the supermarket to buy a lot of vegetables, carried plastic bags in both hands, and checked that the time was almost twelve o'clock, so he drove to Ye's house in a hurry.

When the door of the living room was pushed open, Ye Jingwen was sitting on the sofa, digging out a box of instant noodles to cook.

Seeing that Siming had brought in so many vegetables, Ye Jingwen couldn't help laughing and said, "Hey, you're really welcome, do you consider this place your own home?"

While changing his shoes, Siming asked, "Where are the others?"

"Brother goes to work in the company, dad and mom go to negotiate with Nanyao, and I'm the only one at home."

"Where's Ye Jinghui?"

"Oh, I haven't classified him as a human being for the time being." Ye Jingwen smiled, "That pig is still sleeping."

Siming smiled, and took all the plastic bags to the kitchen. Seeing Ye Jingwen follow him to pour water, he asked casually, "Are you planning to eat instant noodles?"

Ye Jingwen glanced at him coldly: "Don't look at me with that contemptuous look, my cooking skills are not bad, I'm just too lazy to do it."

"Oh? You actually know how to cook? I really can't tell."

"The aggressive method is useless to me. My dishes are only made for people I like. Heh, you bought so much to flatter Ye Jinghui. Anyway, I don't have my share. I eat my instant noodles , I will give you the kitchen."

"You always speak so directly?"

"Yes."

Seeing his leaving back, Siming shook his head helplessly.

Ye Zhiyuan is also a wonderful senior, and the sons he has raised are more weird than the other. Could it be that he was beaten too much when he was a child, and he became stupid?

Siming started cooking in the kitchen, and Ye Jingwen, who had finished eating instant noodles, stood at the door, looking at him with a smirk.

"The way you cook is quite masculine..." If this is considered a compliment, "No wonder Ye Jinghui likes you. I think it's because he drank too much and got used to his stomach being abused. Seeing that you have With a good cooking skill, his stomach will fall in love with you first, and then it will be conveyed to his heart."

Siming smiled: "You and your brother seem to have a very bad relationship."

"Because he is not a human being, of a different species, and cannot communicate."

"You don't like him very much?"

"Yeah, I don't like him very much, and he doesn't like me too." Ye Jingwen raised his eyebrows, "Why, you want to help him get in touch before entering our house?"

"Actually, he is not as bad as you think. The photos and videos this time are not his fault." Siming paused, then turned to look at Ye Jingwen, "Don't you think I should apologize to my brother?"

Ye Jingwen was shocked: "Apologize?" Apologizing to him would probably scare him to death.

"It was you who misunderstood him first."

Ye Jingwen raised his eyebrows: "Si Ming, don't educate me in the way you educate Si Jie. I have a bad personality and don't like to listen to anyone."

"Your personality is indeed a bit bad." Siming looked at him and calmly concluded.

Ye Jingwen shrugged: "Ye Jinghui has a very strong self-healing ability, just like the ultimate boss in the game. If you beat him until his head bleeds, he will automatically recover blood in an instant, which is amazing. So, don't worry. He will be sad, his sadness won't last for a minute, he's thick-skinned." Ye Jingwen looked down at his watch: "I have to catch a plane, so I won't tell you, bye."

Siming turned around: "Do you want me to see you off?"

"Thanks, I'll just go to the airport by myself. I'm not feeling well if you send me off." After speaking, he waved his hand and left the kitchen.

Ye Jingwen turned around and went upstairs, pulled the suitcase from the bedroom, and when he walked to Ye Jinghui's door, he opened the door and went in: "I'm leaving, today's ticket goes back."

Ye Jinghui was still lying on the bed, opened his eyes and glanced at him lightly: "Get lost."

Ye Jingwen snorted coldly: "Si Ming also asked me to apologize to you, do you think it is necessary?"

"No."

"I think so too." Ye Jingwen turned around, took a step, and then turned back, "Remember that your injuries cannot touch water."

"Oh."

"If you are injured like this, just stay at home obediently, don't die so soon, I have to collect the body for you."

Ye Jinghui glanced at him: "Why don't you get out?"

"Get out, bye." Ye Jingwen closed the door with a cold face.

Sure enough, Houpi Ye Jinghui had recovered his blood automatically. Seeing his relaxed expression, he seemed to be on vacation instead of recuperating.He has always been so heartless, last night probably because of the accumulation of anger for a certain period of time, he broke out all at once, and he almost cried when he spoke, but unfortunately he has recovered today, with a flat smile on his face.

He is such a creature that it is beyond comprehension.Maybe he is used to hiding everything in his heart?But Siming was able to see through him. It seemed that Ye Jinghui, a twisted carrot, had finally found a hole that could accommodate his twist.

Ye Jingwen looked back at Siming who was cooking in the kitchen, shook his head helplessly, and left Ye's house with his suitcase.

……

Ye Jinghui lay on the bed watching TV, wrinkled his nose, and smelled the smell of food.

Sure enough, Siming pushed the door open and walked in, holding a large plate in his hand. There were two dishes of side dishes on the plate. The emerald green color whetted the appetite.

Siming brought the plate to the bedside, found a small table to put it down, ignored Ye Jinghui's playful gaze, and went back to bring a bowl of hot porridge.

"Is there no poison in the dish?" Ye Jinghui asked.

Siming sat beside his bed, glanced at him lightly, and said, "You eat it yourself, or should I feed it?"

Ye Jinghui took the bowl from him, and buried himself in eating without politeness.

He hadn't eaten for two consecutive days, and his stomach was starving. Looking at the delicious food, Ye Jinghui felt his stomach was empty and uncomfortable, wishing he could swallow the plate in one gulp.

His eating habits are not that exaggerated. Even if he is so hungry, he still eats calmly and does not make strange noises. A spoonful of rice porridge and a chopstick of green vegetables are leisurely and graceful.

Seeing that he didn't say a word, his head was lowered, his bangs were drooping to cover his forehead, his mouth was constantly moving, and occasionally his brows were slightly stretched because of the smell of vegetables, with a satisfied look on his face.Siming couldn't help but think of the cat at home, usually arrogant to death, nestled on the sofa and defiant, and might bite when you touch it, but every time it's time to eat, it's very obedient, hanging its head down and eating bite by bite , very cute.

——Of course, Ye Jinghui should not use the word "cute" to describe it.

However, it was rare for him to calm down and not speak sarcasm. To Siming, it was like nectar from heaven, and he felt refreshed.

After eating a meal for more than half an hour, Ye Jinghui drank up a bowl of porridge, then raised his head and said, "You don't want to eat?"

Siming glanced at him, did not answer, took his bowl and went downstairs to serve porridge.

Ye Jinghui looked at his back, squinted his eyes slightly, but couldn't help but sneer in his heart: He's courteous for nothing, rape or steal, what's the purpose of being so nice to me all of a sudden?All the hairs that made me rest all night stood up.

Siming brought up the porridge again and put it in his hand, and took a bowl himself.

The two looked at each other, maybe they both felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird, so they agreed to look away.

I lowered my head to eat, and when I picked up the food, the chopsticks bumped into each other again.

Siming looked at the piece of cucumber he was holding, and then at Ye Jinghui's chopsticks holding the same piece of cucumber. One person clamped the head and the other clamped the tail. One of the results was to cut the cucumber into pieces, and the other was that someone had to Give Way.Seeing that he was holding on to the vegetable as if nothing had happened, the corners of Siming's mouth raised slightly, but finally he gave it to him calmly, and Ye Jinghui quickly stuffed the cucumber into his mouth, with a smug expression on his face.

——It’s just a meal, is it necessary to make it like a march?

But looking up at the smug smile on the corner of his mouth, Siming couldn't help feeling soft.

In fact, what Ye Jingwen said was right. Ye Jinghui is like the ultimate boss in the game. He can automatically recover blood soon after being hit to the head, but Siming knows that even if he looks nonchalant after the automatic recovery, his heart is still the same. Suffered a serious injury.

He has worked hard in secret for so long, and he has seen it. Six years ago, he even took away the confidential information in his hands by drugging the despicable means, just for Tianyu's future, but his father said that about him yesterday, Even treating him as a disgrace to the Ye family would make everyone feel chilled and sad.

So now the more nonchalant Ye Jinghui looked, the more distressed Siming was, especially since the welts on his chest were still showing his teeth and claws, reminding him of the mental and physical torture he suffered last night.

Of course, this kind of distress can only be suppressed in the heart, and it can't be too explicit. For a person like Ye Jinghui, if he is too nice, he will be annoyed instead.

When Ye Jinghui finally finished eating, Siming sighed softly.

"Don't worry, Tianyu's matter has been resolved."

Ye Jinghui raised his eyelids lazily, and looked at him: "Does this have something to do with me?"

"The Ye family will continue to hold 51% of the shares, and Nanyao will fill the other vacancy. However, the 51% must be handed over to Ye Jinghui. This is the condition proposed by Nanyao." Siming said calmly, " Your father agrees."

Ye Jinghui was stunned, and suddenly sneered: "Leave the mess to me, and it depends on whether I have the interest."

"Ah Hui." Siming stared at him, and his tone became serious, "Stop fighting against your father, he is almost 50 years old, can't you stop fussing with him?"

Ye Jinghui was silent, and after a long time, he said calmly: "I won't argue with him." After a pause, he said suddenly, "He has stomach cancer."

Siming was startled.

Seeing that Ye Jinghui's face was still calm, Siming suddenly wanted to hug him, so he acted immediately and hugged him gently.

——It wasn't an ambiguous hug between lovers, nor an affectionate hug between brothers, perhaps because he was afraid of hurting his injury, Siming's hug was so light that no one could feel the strength.Like encouragement or comfort, he didn't say anything, just patted Ye Jinghui's back, and then let go, but when he patted his back with his fingers, he still conveyed a sense of peace of mind and warmth.

Of course, Ye Jinghui wouldn't care about these details. After the man let go of himself, Ye Jinghui closed his eyes gently, and lay back down again, as if nothing had happened.

Father's physical condition is getting worse and worse, and his condition is getting worse. It is uncertain how long he can live. Ye Jinghui didn't really hate him. Even when he argued with him yesterday with a hoarse voice, he thought of his illness. And no confidence.Even though the injuries on his body haven't healed yet, and all the anger in his heart has disappeared, it's just that he is still a little sad. I have helped him secretly for so many years. When it comes to the critical moment, he doesn't even have the most basic trust. The shame of the family, even if it is a momentary anger, is enough to chill people's hearts.

When he was a child, he would beat himself with a whip if he was disobedient. At that time, he would hide everywhere with a hippie smile on his face, and he would chase and beat people all over the yard.Now that he is an adult, he still brought a whip and beat him down one by one in front of his brothers, even in front of Siming, completely disregarding his self-esteem.

Even in his eyes, Ye Jinghui is a stubborn bastard, but even a bastard has the self-esteem of a bastard, right...

Ye Jinghui twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly, but he took a breath because he pulled the wound. Seeing Siming turned to look at him, Ye Jinghui said calmly: "Since I promised to be your lover, let's go out and live together." , I don’t want to stay in this house anymore.”

Siming nodded: "Where do you want to live?"

"Isn't your house in Xingyun Building empty?" Ye Jinghui paused, then raised his eyebrows at Siming, "You don't need to bring luggage, just go there, right?"