My boss is only attacking

Spring. The mild sunlight hit a bulging bag on the bed. With a slight flipping sound, the quilt slowly slid to the side. Then a hand stretched out the quilt, pulled the quilt back, and held it down along the way. restless person.

Zhou Xuan pulled his eyelids impatiently, but he couldn't open them. The quilt of the two of them seemed a little hot under the heater. Zhou Xuan let out a barely audible snort, drowning in his sleep, and couldn't break free from the embrace of the people around him. .In the end, he just slammed into the man's arms angrily.

There was a familiar atmosphere around. The heat was not too unbearable. Zhou Xuan arched his body and pressed against the warm body of the man. After a while, he fell asleep again.

The people around him slowly opened their eyes, stroked the broken hair on Zhou Xuan's forehead, and looked at his sleeping face quietly.

It was already two hours later when Zhou Xuan woke up.

He looked at the person looking at him in a daze, blinked, then blinked again. Zhou Xuan opened his mouth. After a long time, he finally only showed a flattering smile.

"Don't." Ye Zhiyuan also showed a smile, but it made people shudder. He patted Zhou Xuan's face lightly with his hand. "Don't play tricks on me."

After finishing speaking, he turned over and got off the bed. He looked down at Zhou Xuan condescendingly. "You'd better give me an explanation. Otherwise, this matter will never end. Dear little guy."

Zhou Xuan couldn't laugh anymore.

When Zhou Xuan limped out of the room, he realized that his fall last night was just a scrape of skin. After being soaked in a hot bath, he was now red, swollen and inflamed. It was painful and uncomfortable. .

Misfortunes never come singly.

Zhou Xuan curled his lips. As soon as he closed the door, he heard Zhao Xiuwen's warm and enthusiastic voice.

"You're awake. Come and have breakfast."

Zhou Xuanchu was stunned for a while, then walked over slowly.

"Little... Where is Ye Zhiyuan? Hey, don't look at me like that. I didn't say anything." Zhao Xiuwen hurriedly offered a fried egg.

Of course Zhou Xuan knew that he didn't say anything. Otherwise, Ye Zhiyuan wanted him to explain something.

"Thank you Brother Wen."

I don't know when Ye Zhiyuan came over last night. He didn't feel anything at all. He slept soundly with his arms around someone. He could see a small puddle of unknown water stains left on Ye Zhiyuan's shoulder .

"Isn't it delicious?"

It was only then that Zhou Xuan noticed that he had been poking the fried egg. It was already out of shape.

"No, no." Zhou Xuan quickly waved his hand. He picked up the fried egg and just took a bite. His hand was grabbed.

Ye Zhiyuan grabbed his paw and stood by his side. He ate the fried egg in Zhou Xuan's hand with a blank expression. Zhou Xuan looked at him, then stared blankly plate. His eyes fell on Zhao Xiuwen's smiling face in embarrassment.

"Ye, Ye Zhiyuan..." Zhou Xuan called out in a low voice.

Someone who was obviously still angry didn't want to talk to him. After saying hello to Zhao Xiuwen, he went straight into the kitchen, leaving Zhou Xuan to put down his half-raised hand resentfully.

There was some movement in the kitchen. Zhao Xiuwen listened attentively for a while. He looked at Zhou Xuan thoughtfully: "I haven't seen him so childish for a long time."

Zhou Xuan didn't know what to say. He just smiled lightly. He was at a loss. Ye Zhiyuan came out with a glass of milk.

put it in front of him.

"You have a bad stomach. Don't eat fried eggs. Drink a cup of hot milk first. Cook millet porridge." It was obviously a caring word, but the tone of the words was more like a reprimand.

Zhou Xuan quickly picked it up and drank it cautiously. The warm milk smelled very rich. Zhou Xuan buried his head and accidentally revealed a little smile.

Zhao Xiuwen watched their interaction from the side. He silently handed the fried bacon and eggs to Ye Zhiyuan, along with a glass of juice.

"thanks."

……

Zhou Xuan still likes Zhao Xiuwen very much. He is gentle and polite. It is as bright and comfortable as the sunshine in October. Unlike Xu Yun and Ye Zhiyuan. Although his personality is not annoying to him, he is clearly stinging. I always feel that Zhao Xiuwen Xiuwen was able to be friends with them. In a large sense, it was forced.

"What are you smirking at?" Ye Zhiyuan has been rummaging for something since he came back. At this moment, he is standing in front of him, looking at him impatiently.

"Ah. I didn't think about anything. I just feel happy when I get home." Zhou Xuan heheed a few times. Sometimes habit is really a very powerful existence. Although they lived in the apartment for several years before, once they get used to the current Residence. The previous one was not as good as the current one. It seemed that he suddenly thought of something. Zhou Xuan asked again: "Well...I saw that Brother Wen seems to live in that room."

Ye Zhiyuan raised his eyelids and squatted down: "Pull up the trousers."

"what."

Can't wait for Zhou Xuan's action, Ye Zhiyuan did it himself. Rolled the trouser legs up to above the knee along the white and smooth ankle, revealing the open wound.

Ye Zhiyuan looked at the wound, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Zhou Xuan, and silently dug out the hydrogen peroxide, cotton balls, and red medicine in the box.

"Actually, it doesn't hurt as much as it looks... Hiss. Take it easy."

Sprinkling hydrogen peroxide on the wound certainly hurts. Ye Zhiyuan ignored Zhou Xuan's yelling. Looking at the small bubbles that came out, he cleaned them carefully with cotton balls. He frowned. lighter.

After everything was dealt with, Ye Zhiyuan raised his eyes to look at Zhou Xuan, whose eye sockets were red with pain.

"You can't take it easy." Zhou Xuan sniffed and sat up a little bit. In fact, it didn't hurt that much. It was nothing compared to a boy. He just wanted to act like a baby habitually.

Ye Zhiyuan stared at him for a while, then lowered his eyes to look at the bandaged wound.

I can't see anything from the gauze. But maybe it really hurts. Zhou Xuan's feet are still trembling slightly. Ye Zhiyuan paused, stretched out his hands to wrap his thin ankles, and rubbed gently.

Zhou Xuan's sniffing sound became a little softer.

"Why didn't you answer the phone last night?" Ye Zhiyuan asked after a long time.

"...I didn't see it." Zhou Xuan bit his lip and slowly slid down the sofa. "Don't be angry. Okay."

"not good."

"I……"

"I said it. Zhou Xuan." Ye Zhiyuan frowned. There was a little anger in his voice: "Nine o'clock. But you obviously ignored my words." The bodyguard beside him was thrown away.

God knows how angry he was when he got the call.

"I know I was wrong. I promise there will be no next time. Okay." Here again. Poor expression. As if he bullied him.

Ye Zhiyuan stretched out his hand. Zhou Xuan shrank his neck in fright. He also leaned back.

Ye Zhiyuan's hand stopped in the air: "You think I want to hit you."

"No. Even if it is, it should be hit." Zhou Xuan responded quickly.

"You just pretend." Ye Zhiyuan didn't really want to be angry with him. He smiled. He put his hand on his deaf head and stroked Zhou Xuan's upturned hair.

116. The next nine years

In the office, Ye Zhiyuan frowned slightly as he listened to the reports of his subordinates, and clapped his hands on the table habitually.

"What is the boss going to do now?"

"You help me prepare the car, I have to go there right away." Ye Zhiyuan paused and looked out of the window: "The old man probably can't wait anymore."

Ye Zhenghua really can't wait

Sipping black tea, Li Li casually talked about the past with a relaxed and natural look

After seeing Zhou Xuan, he let go of his whereabouts and didn't care whether Ye Zhiyuan would know about his small actions.

The only advantage of being old is experience and courage. Obviously, Ye Zhenghua is the best among them.

How much Ye Zhiyuan cared about that little guy and what he would do... Ye Zhenghua couldn't help but chuckled as he thought about it, he was very interested to know

Although Ye Zhiyuan ran away from home back then, it was largely because of Zhao Xiuwen's affairs, but in fact it was the result of the deep-seated conflict between the two. Although Ye Zhenghua knew that there was something wrong with him, he never regretted it. It will also slowly bite him. He once felt sorry for the child back then, but that's all.

"Father" Ye Zhiyuan pursed his lips in the same way as Ye Zhenghua, and his attitude was indifferent and alienated. When he saw the middle-aged man sitting next to him, he only nodded slightly: "Uncle Li, long time no see."

Li Li sized him up for a while and quickly stood up: "Young Master Ye"

Then there was a very quiet silence.

Ye Zhenghua was the first to speak: "Li Li, help us make the coffee pot, your craft is always very good"

"I know the boss." Li Li nodded and stepped back to make coffee. It was just an excuse to let the father and son have a good talk. Li Li thought about it, sighed, closed the door gently, and turned around to play with the coffee. machine

……

"Sit down." Ye Zhenghua looked at Ye Zhiyuan and said softly, because he is the youngest son, Ye Zhiyuan has received more favors than anyone else, and this has formed Ye Zhiyuan's character of always looking at his own feelings when doing things. more cold and hard

"I won't turn the corner with you." Ye Zhiyuan sat down and the invisible battlefield began to spread slowly: "I don't want you to harass the people around me anymore, of course this is not a plea."

"Do you know how many children there are?" Ye Zhenghua ignored his arrogant tone, holding a teacup and looking very natural behind the steam

Ye Zhiyuan pursed his lips, the air pressure around his body dropped by one degree

"I said it's not good for young people to be so impatient. Why haven't you learned anything after staying outside for so long?"

"Father, I didn't come here to teach you"

"It's you who insist on not speaking well," Ye Zhenghua said, and became slightly annoyed at Ye Zhiyuan's attitude, "If you don't communicate, how can you communicate with your temper?