Those years when Black Lotus raised Slag Gong

In the end, Ji Shu was politely invited out by Shi Yan's caller, and when he left, he also told the security guards, remember not to hurt a single strand of his hair.

It's hard to describe how ugly Ji Shu's face is.

After a commotion, the office became quiet again.

Ye Heng stood still, and turned his head to look at Shi Yan, who was leaning on the swivel chair at an angle.

Under the bright and dark light, that porcelain-white face looked a bit elusive.

Ye Heng walked towards him, his tone sounded a little lost: "Why aren't you angry?"

"What do I need to be angry about?" Shi Yan stretched out her hand and touched his face, teasing like a kitten: "It's not important."

Ye Heng was even more confused: "We should be the most important people, shouldn't we? Why don't you mind that I kept it from you?"

He had thought about it countless times, when Yan knew about it, how he should deal with it, what kind of tone and expression he should use to explain and describe it, but now, it was completely beyond his expectation——Shi Yan looked at it Not angry at all.

why?

Perhaps, he already knew?

He moved his face closer, half-kneeling to hold those slightly cold hands tightly, and asked blankly, "What do you like about me?"

Shi Yan thought about it seriously, then smiled with lowered eyes: "Your cooking is delicious."

"That's all?" Ye Heng looked at him quietly.

A little silence.

Shi Yan pulled out her hand first: "By the way, there is a guest coming to the house tomorrow, so I have to trouble you to make preparations."

Ye Heng: "Okay."

In the evening of the next day, a car parked quietly outside the small building.

After Ye Xingzhi got out of the car, he stopped outside the door for a while, seeing the small courtyard under the sun and the shadows, and the blue-purple grape leaves reflecting the snow-white wall, he felt a little relieved in his heart.

He lifted his leg and pushed the door open.

The arrangement of the house is not the same as before. At that time, Yan was sitting on the sofa with bare feet and cross-legged, playing a game console. He didn't lift his head when he heard the sound, and said to the kitchen: "The guest is here."

Ye Xingzhi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Xiao Jiu?"

There was a soft knock at the door, and Ye Heng came out of the kitchen, offering tea like a good husband: "Brother."

"Ye Heng?"

When the two brothers met, both of them looked rather ambiguous.

Shi Yan lowered her head and didn't realize it. After finishing a level of the game, she raised her head to look at Ye Xingzhi, bent her eyes, and said calmly, "Do you need me to introduce you, Mr. Ye?"

Ye Xingzhi looked past him, stared at Ye Heng, his face sank for a moment, and there were a few wrinkles of different shades on the corners of his similar eyes, and he said coldly: "No need. But I'm curious, how could he be here Where are you?"

"He lives with me." Shi Yan yawned: "I forgot to tell you, we are living together now."

Ye Xingzhi heard the words, the unchanging face of Mount Tai collapsed in front of his eyes finally turned black, staring at him in surprise, "Xiao Jiu, you..."

He had planned the worst scenario in his heart, but it wasn't the one in front of him - no matter what, Ye Heng was his own brother in name after all.

It seemed that Shi Yan didn't intend to explain more to him, and turned to call Ye Heng: "I'm hungry."

Ye Heng responded very fondly: "Okay, I'll prepare."

Ye Xingzhi stood where he was, looking at everything in front of him, with a completely ugly expression on his face.

Because the weather is still hot during this period, vegetables are still the mainstay. On the dinner table, there is a stir-fried vegetable heart and a cold and hot and sour cucumber, which Shi Yan likes very much.

"Mr. Ye," he greeted rather briskly, "Try it, your brother's cooking skills are pretty good."

It's okay if you don't talk about it, but once you talk about it, Ye Xingzhi can't even eat.

He has never seen such a scene in his life, only at this moment, watching his younger brother and his own son having a meal together, he almost suffered from angina when he saw the normal scenes of other people's families.

"Xiao Jiu." Ye Xingzhi coughed and picked up the water glass.

On the left, Shi Yue had obediently picked up a whole bowl of rice, and worked hard to eat half a bowl of vegetables. He blinked at the sound, and thoughtfully picked up chopsticks and vegetables for him: "Grandpa eats vegetables."

The little girl didn't look like Shi Yan, she had curly long hair and a happy little face like a chipmunk.

Ye Xingzhi looked at her, his heart softened, and he praised: "You're so good."

Shi Yue was elated when she got the compliment, wiped her mouth, turned her head and picked up food for Ye Heng: "Uncle, I'll eat it for you.

"Thank you." Ye Heng smiled slightly.

Shi Yue said happily: "No thanks, if uncle is happy, my father will be happy! Is grandpa happy?"

The two of them looked over together, and saw Ye Xingzhi's face darken, and he didn't speak.

Awesome.

Shi Yan applauded silently in her heart.

The meal was hard to digest, and after finally finishing the meal, Ye Heng went to the kitchen to wash the dishes as usual.

Ye Xingzhi sat upright in front of the sofa, the tea in front of him remained motionless, his phoenix eyes stared at him, and he thought about it: "Xiao Jiu, Ye Heng is your uncle."

"Oh?" Shi Yan finally raised her head, took a sip of milk, narrowed her eyes in comfort, and said, "After all, I don't remember having any relationship with you. My parents died early, so where is my uncle?" "

"Little Nine."

"Mr. Ye."

"If you really want to play, you can," Ye Xingzhi said helplessly in a loose tone, "but absolutely not with Ye Heng."

"I think it's fine." Shi Yan put away her expression: "I'm considering preparing for a second marriage with someone you think is not okay, Ye Heng."

Ye Xingzhi frowned firmly, and shouted in a low voice: "Xiao Jiu, you are messing around!"

Shi Yan couldn't see her eyes with a smile, and said lightly: "If Mr. Ye tries to stop me, why don't you publicly admit that you have other children besides Ye Yin, then when you die, maybe I can still remember to burn incense for you during the festivals. But I can't guarantee that I won't attack your beloved son, after all, I'm both dark and ruthless."

After speaking, I felt hungry again, so I reached out to flip through the croissants on the table to eat.

He still used to break up the food and eat it bit by bit, just like when he was a child.

Ye Xingzhi looked at him deeply, as if he saw that little soft figure, giggled, insisting on giving his father the bread that he had kept in his palm all afternoon.

When did all this start to change?

Ye Xingzhi realized that the child he had always neglected had been out of his control, and he didn't even know what was going on in his mind or what he was going to do.

Ye Xingzhi closed his eyes and kneaded his temples vigorously, "If you are like this, then I will send Ye Heng abroad, far away."

Before everything was too late, he could use a hundred ways to make Ye Heng disappear in Jiangcheng, like a drop of water being evaporated, silently, no one would notice.

"For the Ye family?" Shi Yan stopped moving.

Ye Xingzhi said, "It's for you."

"You want to send him away with one word," Shi Yan sneered, looking at him with deep eyes: "Is he willing?"

Ye Xingzhi explained: "Don't worry, I will give him enough money."

Shi Yan looked at him silently - no, it's better to say he looked at this face carefully.

He used to hate this face.

So much so that when I saw my face in the mirror every day when I was young, I would be in a trance for a moment.

There are two bloodlines in the world that gave birth to him, one sleeps in the cemetery, and the other is so busy fighting for family property that he sends his lover's child to his incompatible enemies, causing them to be crushed and ashes without shedding a single tear.

Shi Yan turned around to get the cup, lowered her eyes and took a sip, then suddenly asked, "Did you find those three people?"

Ye Xingzhi was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly turned pale, and his gray lips trembled: "Xiao Jiu, I..."

Shi Yan stretched out his hand, his joints were well defined, thin and long, he looked at it under the sun, and said softly: "These hands are very dirty."

"I remember telling you when I was young that I wanted to be a policeman."

"Dad, I want to be a policeman."

Ye Xingzhi sat stiffly on the spot, as if he heard a small childish voice passing through time, whispering against his ear.

The young man smiled slightly, rubbed the child's hair, and asked gently, "Why?"

Those eyes looked at me innocently and trustingly: "Because the children said that they would give the police uncle all the money they found."

"That's it, okay."

OK.

What did he do 30 years ago?

Ye Xingzhi's breathing fluctuated, his cold-blooded heart felt like being cut by a knife, it hurt everywhere.

"So of course I can't go to hell alone, at least bring your Ye family members with you. Ye, sir." Shi Yan has regained her composure, stretched out her hand to push the cup, and said in a cold voice: "But I'm not in the mood to deal with you now, please go out."

Ye Xingzhi said in a daze, "Xiao Jiu..."

"Get out." Shi Yan became impatient: "Get out."

When Ye Xingzhi left, he staggered a little.

Zhao Liangyun was still waiting outside, when he saw his expression changed drastically, he hurriedly stepped forward to help him: "Sir? How are you?"

Ye Xingzhi waved his hand: "Drive, wait," he suddenly remembered something, as if grasping at straws: "I, first go to see someone."