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Tang Zhinuo couldn't admit it in front of his children, he couldn't be as frank and fearless as Ye Jinhuai.

Probably because he always thought that he was still guilty of bringing this child into the world irresponsibly.

Ye Yihan twisted his small body, hugging his uncle's neck and crying.

"Uncle, woo woo woo, uncle."

Tang Zhinuo took the person off and saw how similar that pretty little face was to his own, crying like a little cat.

Tang Zhinuo wiped his tofu-like face with a tissue, but he still couldn't stop his tears.

"Tianmiao...do you hate uncle?"

The little baby was crying and shaking his head, "Tianmiao, I like my uncle the most."

The little things are so pitiful, which makes Tang Zhinuo feel even more distressed, one big and one small cry together.

Ye Jinhuai dragged the wound on his waist, hugging all the big and small coaxers.

No matter how painful the body is, the heart is also sweet.

As soon as he returned to Ye's house, Ye Jinhuai was about to send Ye Yihan away, regardless of Tang Zhinuo staring at him and crying.

Ye Yihan is sensible, he has been trained by his father a lot, knowing that his father and uncle are not in good health, so he stopped making trouble.

Ye Jinhuai couldn't see Tang Zhinuo like this, and slapped his thigh with a compromised face, "Okay, okay, I'll leave tomorrow."

Then there was another person who looked good, currying favor with Tang Zhinuo, "You are inconvenient, so I let him go out to study."

"I haven't been used to this since I was three years old, and our children have to be disciplined."

Tang Zhinuo didn't bother to talk to him, put his arms around the child and shut him out of the room with a bang.

Ye Yihan hasn't slept with his uncle for a long time.

The little man was quite strong, hugging Tang Zhinuo tightly, desperately absorbing his scent.

Although the little guy is young, he is smart. He thinks that Tang Zhinuo doesn't want him because he doesn't recognize him as his mother, but he is obviously married to his father.

Putting his arms around Tang Zhinuo's neck, he still felt terribly wronged in his heart, worried that his uncle married his father and would only be with his father, as if he would be abandoned at any time.

He is already sensible, why doesn't mother want him?

"Mother……"

Ye Yihan was afraid that Tang Zhinuo would be unhappy, so he let out a small cry.

In fact, since I heard from my father that he came out of my uncle's stomach, even though the little guy was very confused at first.

But he likes his uncle so much, he would be very happy if he could be his mother.

Ye Yihan was very happy and excited in his heart, but he didn't understand and was afraid why his uncle refused to recognize him all the time.

Little did he know that his little uncle hated him to the core, hated that he had given birth to him with such thoughts in the first place.

So Tang Zhinuo hugged him and didn't speak, and never mentioned about becoming a mother.

Until the next day, when he was carried to the airport by Tang Zhinuo, the little guy began to feel reluctant to let go, grabbing Tang Zhinuo's clothes and refusing to let go.

Sticking to Tang Zhinuo's neck, he kept calling for his mother.

"Uncle, can you be my mother? I want my mother, and I want to be with my uncle."

"Uncle, you often come to see me, don't ignore me, don't ignore me."

Tang Zhinuo really couldn't comfort the child, but he still held Ye Yihan's hand with such force.

I just kept apologizing to him in my heart, he can't be his mother, he can't let the young master of the Ye family be laughed at by others in the future, he can't let him know that he has such a mother and hate him when he grows up he.

Presumably, Ye Jinhuai trained Ye Yihan like this since he was a child, because he wanted this child to be stronger and more independent, so that he could mature early on his own.

It is better not to admit it than to let the child suffer from it.

Seeing his uncle's silence, Ye Yihan hugged his legs, pressed against his clothes, and cried even harder.

"Uncle, don't you want me? Are you really not going to see me?"

Tang Zhinuo couldn't say.

The little guy was even more scared, and raised his face sadly, "I study hard, write hard, practice calligraphy well, and be obedient, so as not to make Dad angry. Why doesn't Dad let me follow you?"

Tang Zhinuo felt as if his heart was being grabbed and crushed by something. He opened his mouth, wanting to answer something, but he couldn't make a sound.

A piece of flesh fell from his body, it was his baby, the baby who was more important than his life was so sad, but he couldn't comfort him.

He should say something to reassure the child, but he couldn't say anything, and the words stuck in his throat, making him uncomfortable.

Ye Jinhuai noticed that his face was extremely ugly, and walked over before him.

Wrapping Tang Zhinuo's weak body in his arms, he looked at Ye Yihan coldly.

"Didn't you see that your uncle is unwell? Hurry up and get on the plane!"

The little guy just wanted to act coquettishly and cry and ask his uncle to hug him more, but he didn't know why his uncle was so vulnerable, he was so weak that he couldn't stand still and he needed his father to hug him.

I was so scared that I hurried over to hold my uncle's hand.

Ye Jinhuai raised her feet, trying to kick the child away.

Tang Zhinuo's reaction speed was so weak that he hurriedly called the personal butler to hug him.

How dare Ye Jinhuai beat the child in front of him, but it's just a show.

This made Tang Zhinuo feel very distressed.

Even though he was so careful about the pain of his sweetheart, he just didn't say a word, and he was so angry that he still held back.

Ye Jinhuai sighed angrily and hatedly while hugging her.

"So what if you just told him?"

Tang Zhinuo gritted his silver teeth to the point of bleeding, "He shouldn't be like this, he should have had a better childhood, he should have had a happier childhood."

"I'm sorry for him...I'm sorry for him..."

In fact, Ye Jinhuai knew in his heart that the sorry Tang Zhinuo said was the night when he was tricked many years ago.

Tang Zhinuo gave birth to this child full of hatred, only thinking that he was committing a crime.

Ye Jinhuai had no choice but to comfort him, grabbing his slender and slender hand and kissing it lightly.

Obviously the weather is not too cold, but Tang Zhinuo's fingernails are thin, and they are so cold that they reveal flesh-colored powder, as beautiful as flower petals.

Ye Jinhuai put it on her lips and kissed it.

"It's all over, it's over, if you don't want to talk about it, let's stop talking about it, okay?"

"Let's not talk about it, as long as you are happy, as long as you are happy."

Tang Zhinuo couldn't hold it anymore, his face was pale and he had no strength left.

When Xu Siyan arrived, Tang Zhinuo had just fallen asleep.

It took a simple inspection to stabilize Ye Jinhuai, who was spinning wildly.

Ye Jinhuai grabbed him and asked how the child was doing.

Xu Siyan hesitated.

Ye Jinhuai said with a sullen face, "Tell me clearly whether you can give birth or not, and take it down if you can't give birth."

Xu Siyan shook his head.

"Mr. Ye, as far as Nuonuo's current body is concerned, you must not perform random surgery, as it will damage the root and may cause infertility."

"But if you really insist on living..."

Ye Jin was still breathing heavily, "Will it be dangerous?"

Xu Siyan said helplessly: "These two children are too heavy a burden for him! It's too much suffering."

It took a while for Ye Jinhuai to say with reddened eyes: "Otherwise, take it away, it won't be born if it doesn't grow, and it won't be born in the future."

Xu Siyan was a little surprised. He had known Ye's family for many years, and he had never seen Ye Jinhuai have such emotions.

What's more, how much he used to long for the arrival of this child. Before he became pregnant, he would come here to urge Xu Siyan's progress every now and then.

The first episode of Ye Muhui X He Qiuen

Continuing from 002 Extra Story

In the city's largest private hospital, Ye Muhui dragged He Hui to the emergency room.

The medical staff were busy, and the wounded were wailing and making noise.

Ye Muhui frowned and dragged the trembling woman, "Are you afraid? Aren't you going to see your beloved soon?"

He Hui struggled with all her strength when she heard the words of her beloved, and the shoulder straps of her pajamas slipped off, revealing half of her white and tender breasts. She didn't care about her image at all, and screamed like a lunatic, "You You're a lunatic, you're a psycho, you're a pervert, you're a bastard!!!"

The noise quickly attracted the attention of others, "Isn't this the young master of the Ye family? This... is... is... young master Ye, is there something wrong?" The head nurse hurried over to entertain her.

"Where is the injured person who was sent to the fire just now?"

Ye Muhui held He Hui's arm with one hand and pressed it in his arms, covering her mouth.

"Take us there quickly."

The head nurse didn't dare to delay, after all, the investor of this hospital is their Ye Family.

On the bed in the intensive care unit, a person covered in white gauze was lying there quietly. Ye Muhui looked sideways, and there was a small person lying on the bed next to him.

He Hui's face was full of tears, and he struggled helplessly in Ye Muhui's arms. She frantically bit Ye Muhui's palm until it was dripping with blood, and her mouth was full of bloody smell.

Her frail body slid down on the cold floor, she opened her mouth but couldn't scream, and opened her eyes but couldn't cry.

"Young Master Ye, I'm afraid this lord is going to die. He probably won't be able to last tonight. This...do you know each other?"

The head nurse asked cautiously, knowing that she should not be able to afford to ask about the private affairs of these rich and powerful people, but she couldn't stand her curiosity.

Ye Muhui shook his head coldly, but his eyes couldn't help but stop at the little figure on the bed next to him.

The head nurse followed Ye Muhui's line of sight, and quickly explained, "Well, it's his son, and it's quite pitiful. He didn't have a lot of fever, but he probably couldn't keep his throat. Poor, even after he fell asleep, he still cried from pain. non-stop flow."

After all, the head nurse sighed with overflowing maternal love.

Ye Muhui lifted his fingertips slightly, and his eyes trembled a little.

"Hey, madam, madam, are you okay? Wake up?"

Ye Muhui indifferently picked up He Hui, who was sleeping on the ground, and left a sentence before leaving: "The child came to inform me of any news, this matter should not be publicized, someone will come to deal with it tomorrow, and the two of us will come tonight Don't make a fuss about things here."

The head nurse didn't have time to ask why, but was suppressed by Ye Muhui's irresistible aura, and nodded involuntarily.

It took a long time to realize that it seemed to be just a child, how could it have such a great deterrent effect.

after many years.

"Qiu En, can you accompany Auntie?"

When He Qiuen came out of the hospital, these words kept echoing in his mind. His chest was heavy and he wanted to accompany He Hui very much. However, after only sitting for 10 minutes, the nurse who took care of He Hui came to say that the visiting time was up. need to have a rest.

The driver, Xiao Lin, was waiting in the car, and He Qiuen didn't really want to get in the car, staring at the bare green willows by the hospital wall in a daze.

When the sudden bell rang, He Qiuen was startled, and quickly took it out of his pocket to connect.

"Mr. Ye is back." The voice of Xu Tong, the old housekeeper of the Ye family.

The last time I said I went to Europe to discuss business, logically speaking, I wouldn't come back so soon, I must be worried about my mother.

Before leaving, he told everyone in the family not to visit his mother He Hui casually.

He Qiuen tapped the phone twice with messy fingers, and walked towards the car while shaking his clothes.

Xiao Lin saw that people were coming up and was about to start the car. Mr. Ye was not at home and he was not working today, but this little thing begged him pitifully after giving him money, so he had no choice but to let people come.

The car was about to start, and it was pulled unexpectedly. Xiao Lin looked back and saw a row of beautiful words on the notebook.

"Please hurry up?"

Xiao Lin sniffed and sneezed loudly, impatiently, "Got it."

He Qiuen opened the car window all the way to diffuse the smell, and Xiao Lin shivered from the cold. He didn't know if he had the smell of hospital disinfectant on his body.

It's not a joke to be blown by the cold wind in the twelfth lunar month of winter. He turned his head trembling at the red light, and saw He Qiuen looking out of the car with the corner of his mouth bent, with a soft and beautiful side face.

This pretty person's skin is cold and white, and she is not very old, but she is only 19 years old. Her skin is so delicate that she can't see pores, her eyes are bright, her eyelashes are long and narrow, her nose bridge is straight, her lips are well-maintained, and her lips are ruddy and curved. Matched on a small face, it is attractive no matter how you look.

But when I looked down, a winding burn scar on the collarbone of the neck spread down, affecting a lot of beauty.

However, if it is said that it may be the male duck voice that affects the aesthetic feeling the most.

Xiao Lin has been in the Ye Zhai for four or five years, and I overheard him talking once, Mr. Ye asked him to speak, and he said in an ugly voice that I would take care of Auntie so that you wouldn't worry.

When Xiao Lin thought of the dumb voice that seemed to be scratched on sandpaper, his whole body went numb.

It's so ugly!

When they arrived at the night house, both of them were frozen stiff. Xiao Lin closed the window in front and it was better. When He Qiuen got out of the car, his footsteps were a little unsteady.

Xiao Lin deliberately wanted to help him, but he was rejected before he approached.

He Qiuen looked at him a little flustered, and after a moment of stupefaction, he made a gesture of sign language, thanking him for his kindness.

He doesn't like to touch other people, because Mr. Ye won't let him.

He still remembered the way Mr. Ye frowned when he was accidentally embraced by someone. His heart was so sweet that he would never allow others to touch him again.

Mr. Ye's name is Ye Muhui, he is the owner of this house and the benefactor who saved his life.

Thinking of the fire many years ago, He Qiuen still trembles with inexplicable fear, so much so that now he dare not approach any place with open flames.

As soon as I stepped into the night house, I felt a depressing atmosphere.

Every time Mr. Ye came back, everyone would panic, as if they were waiting to worship the Demon Lord.

Everyone in the house said that he was terrifying and vicious, a cold-blooded animal without warmth, just a look or a movement could scare people into a hole.

He Qiuen smiled and said nothing, he felt that Mr. Ye was very nice, stable, mature, tall, handsome, sharp and disciplined, single and unmarried at 28, never gossip, and once had a girlfriend, he was upright and upright, Very principled, downright admirable.

Seeing the man's face flushed from the cold, Butler Xu hurried over and dragged him into the room.

"Aren't you sitting in the car, why is it frozen like this?"

Part [-] Ye Muhui X He Qiuen

With a small palm-sized face, the eyes are always so bright and watery, and the end of the eyes is slightly drawn down, and the pitiful little appearance is very lovable.

Butler Xu raised his hand to warm someone's face, but put it down stiffly, and silently moved away.

"Mr. Ye is inside, why don't you go and bring him soup?"

He Qiuen smiled and nodded, his eyes bent into small crescents.

Ye Muhui is videoing with foreign business partners, speaking with a pure British accent.

Seeing He Qiuen come in, he pointed to the table, motioning for him to put down the soup bowl.

He Qiuen put down his things and stood aside to listen to him.

His voice is nice, sexy and deep, very much like the anchor's voice when doing listening questions.

He Qiuen was obsessed with listening, and he didn't realize when he turned to look at himself.

"What's up?"

When Ye Muhui said these words, there was some strangeness and alienation in his eyes, and his eyes were not as gentle as before leaving, as if he was still facing an ordinary little gardener in Ye's house.

The self-confidence that had been built up with great difficulty was severely destroyed in an instant. He Qiuen bent his head, shook his head in a panic, and was about to walk out.

"stop."

Ye Muhui cut off the call and looked up at him.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but He Qiuen seemed to have seen the cold light in those deep eyes, but it was fleeting, and his tone was steady: "Don't come to the front yard."

He Qiuen is just a little gardener in this Ye's house, since he entered Ye's house, he has followed He Hui to live in the flower garden of the other garden.

There are four seasons of flowers, all kinds of precious flowers and trees, very beautiful.

Although it is beautiful, sometimes I can't help but wonder what the solemn and solemn front yard looks like.

The first time he sneaked into the front yard, Ye Muhui looked at him like that, and said to him with an emotion in his eyes, "Don't come to the front yard."

He Qiuen lost his only relative in a fire at the age of nine, and his vocal cords were destroyed by the thick smoke.

His father used to work as a gardener in Ye Zhai. After his father passed away, He Hui, the aunt of Ye Jia's old man, took pity on him for his helplessness, and took special care of him and left him in Juxiang Garden, a flower garden in Ye Zhai's other garden, to be with her. depend on each other.

He Hui was always so lonely, always liked He Qiuen so much, and even changed his name with his own surname.

He Qiuen diligently worked flowers and plants in Juxiang Garden, took care of He Hui, and spent ten years carefully trying to please everyone in this house. He is humble and cowardly, but he lives seriously and works hard.

That day, He Hui's wind and cold worsened, and he was sent to the hospital, and Juxiang Garden suddenly became empty.

He Qiuen was very worried about He Hui, but Mr. Ye didn't allow him to accompany him, so he could only hang out in the greenhouse where the flowers were cultivated.

He really didn't understand why the relationship between Mr. Ye and He Hui was so tense. Every time Ye Muhui's name was mentioned, He Hui always told her to stay away from her as if he had seen a ghost.

He Qiuen also knew that although my aunt was as beautiful as a fairy, she had some mental problems.

I don't know if there is any truth in my mouth, or if I am talking wildly.

But a dog doesn't think the family is poor, and a son doesn't think the mother is ugly, Mr. Ye really shouldn't be so cold.

In the ten years in the Ye family, apart from reading, there are various legends and anecdotes about Mr. Ye every day, and there are many things to say, but the most important thing is his strong ability, the way to become the head of the Ye family.

Ye Muhui's father is the old man of the Ye family. He married his concubine, He Hui, in his sixtieth year. He is like a beloved baby. He is lucky to be with her every day, and he conceived this child in less than half a year.

Ye Muhui is the youngest in the Ye family, and his seniority is extremely high. His youngest nephew is four or five years older than him.

When the old man passed away, he left him a huge family fortune. He was only twenty at that time, so how could others be convinced.

Even at the age of 19, he got two degrees, one master and one doctor, from the best school in Europe.

Superior IQ, outstanding force.

Faced with the bullying of his three and 40-year-old brothers and sisters, he fought against everyone, and the 45-year-old elder brother who hit him was all over the place, and he no longer competed with him for the inheritance contract.

The contract was witnessed by the lawyer himself, no matter how reluctant others were, and how many tricks were used secretly, the Ye family would inevitably fall into Ye Muhui's hands.

There are so many such legendary stories that He Qiuen can't think of them all at once. He is always imagining when he has nothing to do. How can there be someone as beautiful and powerful as Ye Muhui in the world?

I was lucky enough to be involved with such a character.

Ye Muhui had a bad relationship with He Hui, and He Hui was also very scared when he saw him, so every time he came to see his mother, he said he came to see, but in fact he asked He Qiuen to dictate his mother's situation.

He Qiuen's vocal cords are damaged, so he is not a person who can make reports. Every time, he prepares handwritten notes and daily care records for him. He Qiuen waits by the side. When he asks something, he nods and shakes his head in response. .

In the end, after he saw his mother was safe and sound from a distance, he would leave.

Even in the winter night, when everything is still, He Qiuen has no feeling at this moment, so he picks up a pen to record something in his notebook.

He can't speak, and he has a strong interest in writing, especially Ye Muhui, who often praises him for his good record writing, smooth and concise writing, precise words, neither exaggerated nor ostentatious, and it is very comfortable to read.

Holding the pen, He Qiuen looked blankly at the flowerbed in front of him. His mind was full of Ye Muhui's appearance when he was reading his words. He was serious and focused, with bright eyes, long eyelashes trembling slightly, and the thin hair under the high bridge of the nose. The lips are slightly pursed, and the corners of the lips are slightly raised when they read the place that pleases them.

It is very different from his usual cold appearance, he looks gentle and harmless, handsome and aggressive, making people want to get closer to him.

He Qiuen's mood fluctuated, and he couldn't help opening his mouth to read the name.

"Ye, Mu, Hui."

He regretted it when he heard his own voice.

It's so ugly, let's talk less in the future, he remembers the way Ye Muhui frowned when he heard his voice, although he has always maintained a gentleman's demeanor, he also knows that he is extremely contemptuous, right?

He Qiuen felt extremely inferior. He didn't have a normal voice, nor was he a completely normal man. He was able to have children, and he was a rare intersex person. No one except his father knew about it.

But such a strange body always makes him uneasy, he is always terrified, and he is cautious when getting along with anyone.

"Qiu En."

He Qiuen, who was reminiscing about the past, heard this voice that had appeared in his dreams in a trance, and gave a severe shock, and it took a while to recover.

Looking at the man on the cool chair at the corner in front of him, he was neatly dressed, sitting there with his long legs crossed, surrounded by colorful flowers.

He Qiuen looked demented, and it took him a long time to call out Mr. Ye in a voice like a mosquito.

Ye Muhui patted the seat beside him and called him over, "Sit with me for a while."

Chapter [-] Ye Muhui X He Qiuen

Holding the hem of his clothes, He Qiuen walked over nervously. He cautiously shrank to the edge of the bench, only daring to sit on half of his buttocks.

He Qiuen felt that his gentleness was nothing more than an ordinary way of dealing with people, but after all, this man had a strong air pressure, which could easily make the people around him breathless.

He is stern and seldom speaks, and his eyes are not angry and majestic when looking at people. He is icy and cold, and even in the hot summer, there is a cool breeze blowing from his back.

Ye Muhui curled his lips and looked at the man shrunk into a quail, "Are you afraid of me?"

He Qiuen nodded subconsciously, and then felt that he shouldn't be so straightforward, so he pursed his lips shyly and stopped talking.

Seeing that he was embarrassed, Ye Muhui only said softly: "I went to see my mother today, and she is still talking about your father."

He Qiuen looked at him with some surprise. In his childhood memories, his aunt really treated him and his father very well. He couldn't describe the kind of kindness. I have no place to settle down, have I taken care of him for ten years?

"Do you remember your father?"

Ye Muhui was a little strange when he said this, He Qiuen frowned slightly, he couldn't figure out Ye Muhui's emotions.

If you talk about the father, the impression is indeed blurred. The fire burned down the house, and they lost everything, not even a photo left. The father was burnt badly, and he must not have dared to look at the last side.

So, I really can't remember.

He Qiuen shook his head, feeling very strange about Ye Muhui today, something seemed wrong with him.

"Yeah, it's been a long time, so I won't mention it. How are you doing here?"

When he asked this, he moved closer, and the cashmere coat and He Qiuen's down jacket made the sound of friction.

When he smelled the faint scent of perfume on his body, He Qiuen was so nervous that he almost jumped up.

He had to admit that he really liked Ye Muhui, how many people could resist such an outstanding and handsome man?

Not to mention that he often dangles in front of his eyes, and reads the records written by him every now and then. He reads them carefully and carefully, and his eyes hook those words, as if hooking He Qiuen's heart.

I don't know when I will be dragged into the abyss by him.

He Qiuen swallowed, looking at him was like looking at his favorite siu mai, he really wanted to eat him bite by bite.

Just being stared at by him like this, the little flower under the body that no one knows, but exists, all flows out, soaking the underwear, warm and hot, and the touch is very clear.

He Qiuen is ashamed that he has been slutty so far, he just simply approached!

"What's wrong with you? Your face is so red, do you have a fever? Do you want to take some medicine?"

He Qiuen bounced up like a ghost, dodged him far away, turned around, and wanted to run away regardless.

Ye Muhui stood up after him, strode his long legs, caught up with the man within two steps, grabbed his small hand and held it in his palm, the man's face was a little unhappy, and his eyes were full of sadness and loss.

"Do I annoy you so much? Is it because I'm talking too much today? I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk to you so fiercely. There are so many bodyguards in the front yard, and they always stare at you lewdly."

He Qiuen could almost hear his own heart beating like a drum.

He, he, what does he mean by that?

He Qiuen's affectionate eyes were tightly wrapped around him, and the little guy felt his ears ringing, he could hear what he said, but he didn't seem to understand it.

"I can't wait to gouge out their eyeballs, but you still talk to them, I'm so jealous!"

"I prefer to lock you in this beautiful flower garden, so that no one else will see or find out."

He Qiuen felt that the top of his head was about to smoke, looked at him tremblingly, and asked him with his mouth: "What do you mean?"

Ye Muhui suddenly took another step forward, nodded slightly, and lowered his forehead to the little guy's.

"Why are you so stupid?"

"I come to see you so often, can't you hear my heart? If you think about it carefully, it's my mother or you who I see most. "

The last sentence echoed in He Qiuen's chest over and over again, and he was so numb from the shock that he couldn't move for a moment, and he let him pull himself into his arms.

"You are 19 years old, finally 19 years old, I have been waiting so hard for you, my Qiuen."

He eagerly kissed the man who was so stiff that he couldn't even blink his eyes, biting his lips, feeling the fresh and sweet smell like flowers on it, affectionately focused and obsessed.

He Qiuen was completely dumbfounded, he felt like his whole body was going to explode, he must be dreaming, this must be another sweet dream!

He Qiuen woke up when the soft little tongue was sucked numb by him.

When he woke up, he saw the man who was close at hand, sucking the sweetness in his mouth intently, and his nose flapped lightly, spraying a scorching breath.

He Qiuen wanted to push him away in fear, his little body trembling badly.

But when he exerted his strength, he realized that he was so weak that he couldn't even exert strength with a single finger.

There is a small rest room in the greenhouse, which was originally used to store miscellaneous things. He Qiuen likes to write in the flower room, so he packed up a small sofa and came out. Ye Muhui once sat there and read his notes.

Suddenly, He Qiuen didn't know why he was lying there.

The passionate man on his body was kissing his neck ecstatically, and soon reached the collarbone.

Thinking of the ugly burn scar there, He Qiuen panted to cover it up, but he pinned his hands and locked them firmly on top of his head.

He Qiuen raised his neck impatiently, exposing the scar even more.

The man turned his face to the side and pressed it gently. When the wet breath sprayed there, his mouth was full of distress and pity.

"At that time, it must have hurt."

He Qiuen's heart trembled violently.

In these years, no one has ever asked him so sincerely, was it painful at that time?

The pain of burns, why did it hurt to talk, he still clearly remembers every detail, the taste of roasting on the fire, the sizzling smell of meat, he stretched out his hand to grab it, it was bloody and bloody, When the pain nerves reacted, he wished he could goug out that piece of meat.

Waking up in torment, the pain was so painful that he couldn't sleep, and the painkiller medicine didn't last long. He endured it for more than half a month, thinking that he would die from such pain.

Others will never be able to empathize with your pain, and few people can truly love you.

He Qiuen deeply felt his distress and love.

With tears streaming down her face, she timidly climbed onto his shoulders.

His shoulders are so broad, like the father in the few memories, and his chest is very broad, with a hot breath.

So warm, so warm.

When peeling off the flower, Ye Muhui's expression was abnormally tangled again, full of surprise and surprise.

Chapter [-] Ye Muhui X He Qiuen

He Qiuen was so frightened that he just wanted to run away, but Ye Muhui grabbed him and smiled charmingly against Hua X: "My Qiuen, what a treasure!"

He Qiuen was bewitched, he knew that he was worthless.

He has understood loneliness since he was a child, and no one has cared for him and loved him so much in ten years. He really can't stand it, he needs such warm care so much.

Just this time, let him indulge this time!

He Qiuen could hardly remember how he was carried to the room. The man was as energetic as a wild leopard, poking him fiercely until he cried and begged for mercy, and passed out unbearably.

When he woke up, looking at his room, he was in a daze for a long time before he came back to his senses.

Everything that happened last night was actually true, after all, the pain in that secret place can't lie.

He Qiuen bit the corner of the quilt, and seemed to be able to hear whispers in his ears.

"Qiu En, my baby, are you comfortable? Hold on for a while, and it will be fine soon."

The last memory in my mind is the sentence that it will be ready soon, but it is still not ready for a long time...

He Qiuen's face was flushed with shyness, and he scolded him for being a liar, but couldn't help but think sweetly and bewilderedly, he really liked herself very much.

The place under the body is clean and refreshing, and it feels a little cooler and more comfortable. It must have been cleaned and medicated.

Being treated like this by him at the beginning of his career, the immature He Qiuen felt ashamed to death, and couldn't help but fantasize about how he looked at his body.

Touching a few shocking burn scars, he was so worried about his disgusted eyes.

He Qiuen got up anxiously, and just moved, the tearing movement made him despair again.

This is the result of being too indulgent.

He looked sideways and saw the water cup and pills on the bedside lamp cabinet, and there was a note next to it. It was written in vigorous and vigorous handwriting: "You are still young, so you shouldn't hurt your body. Take the medicine obediently. Hello."

He Qiuen pursed his lips blushingly and stared at the pill for a long time.

He is not a lazy person, even if his body is broken, he can't lie down on the bed, so he has to get up and go to the greenhouse to have a look.

He Qiuen is in charge of a large area of ​​flowers here, and only those that are quite expensive have special staff to take care of them.

After walking around the Juxiang Garden, after the flowers and plants were done, he felt much more at ease. He hoped that when his aunt came back, he could still see the beauty and prosperity here.

At the end of the year, the school was on holiday, so he hardly had any friends, his life circle was limited to Juxiang Garden, and the busiest time was only when he was writing manuscripts.

He Qiuen wrote a column for a magazine and a serial novel.

I was conceiving this story in the greenhouse yesterday, because the editor asked him to write about love, saying that the general story flow, no one will read it now.

He Qiuen was in a very difficult situation at that time. He lived for 19 years and only had a crush on one person who had no future with him. How could he know what love is.

At this time, my heart was full of emotions, sweet memories, and Wen Siquan surged up.

Ye Muhui didn't see anyone for three days, He Qiuen knew he was busy, and he was such a big Ye family.

The Ye family is a century-old family business, with a very large and extensive business. Ye Muhui has full control over it, and he has to handle everything by himself. Fortunately, there are many capable people under his command, but he will inevitably be overworked.

When chatting with Butler Xu, I always heard how much the old man admired the young master's ability, how much he felt sorry for how difficult he was when he was a child, and now those brothers and uncles never let him go.

He Qiuen also felt distressed and did not dare to go to him rashly.

However, I miss you so much.

He Qiuen hesitated outside the gate of Ye's house, and asked someone to find housekeeper Xu.

Xu Tong is in his fifties, with a gray beard, and has no children all his life. He usually loves He Qiuen the most, after all, that child is really pitiful.

"Qiuen, what's the matter looking for me so anxiously?"

He Qiuen took out the pre-written words and asked him?

"Is Mr. Ye there?"

Xu Tong was slightly suspicious: "Why are you asking this?"

Bai'nen's little face blushed instantly, and he asked the next sentence shyly: "Can you tell him that I came to find him?"

Xu Tong didn't know how to answer him, but Mr. Ye was indeed at home, and he couldn't stay away for too long, so he responded casually, telling him to leave quickly, so as not to upset Mr. Ye.

Last time, I wanted to help the child walk around in front of Mr. Ye more, but fortunately the Ye family was not as down and out, and when he was asked to deliver soup to Mr. Ye, it still made the master unhappy.

This time, I didn't dare to do such a stupid thing casually.

"Mr. Ye is getting engaged and is meeting with the daughter of the Xiang family. I have to go back quickly. You should go back to Juxiang Garden first. I will see you later."

Looking back, he saw the child in a daze, as if he had suffered a huge blow. Xu Tong didn't have time to think about it, he could only think about going to see the child later.

Engaged, the person who was still in bed with him three days ago, will be engaged in a blink of an eye.

how is this possible?how can that be possible?

When he was on the bed, he spoke so sincerely, as if he was a peerless treasure that would not allow any profanity.

old man