A guide to the pampering of gold

Why?

Shen Xinghuai rolled his eyes in his heart, heh!Why don't you know better than me?There are so many dramas.

But Shen Xinghuai has never lost in acting!He tilted his body and sent himself firmly into someone's arms.

Ye Xiuchen's open skirt was completely ripped open, and a warm and soft person was pressed against his chest, hugging him tightly.

She bowed her head to meet a pair of affectionate and timid eyes, and said softly on her moist lips: "Because I am already my brother's man."

Ye Xiuchen frowned and stared at the obedient person in his arms. After a while, he pushed him out mercilessly: "Don't lean on it, it's so hot."

Shen Xinghuai staggered two steps before he stood still, closed his eyes, no wonder everyone scolded you, you deserve it!

But the person is under the eaves, acting and doing a full set, after cursing in his heart, he turns around and says with affection: "Then I won't rely on it anymore, I will satisfy all brother's requirements, because I love..."

"Stop!" Ye Xiuchen frowned with a headache, "Go to sleep."

"..." Shen Xinghuai looked at his expression tentatively: "Brother, good night, oh yes, when can I go home tomorrow?"

Ye Xiuchen glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, and said, "Go home?"

Shen Xinghuai tasted his tone, and was secretly taken aback, he wouldn't let himself go, would he? "Yes, it would be inconvenient for me to live at my brother's house."

"Didn't you just say that you are already my person, and living in my house is not a matter of course?" Ye Xiuchen's eyes showed a wicked mockery: "From now on, you will eat mine, spend mine, and be my person with peace of mind. Are you happy?"

Shen Xinghuai's right eyelid twitched uncontrollably, he was very familiar with this sentence.

In the original plot, the first day Ye Xiuchen took the original owner home, he strangled him by the neck and said these words viciously to insult him.

The original owner was noble, unable to bear the humiliation and contempt, so he jumped out of the window to escape that night, but failed and broke his leg.

Shen Xinghuai's face turned pale, and he touched his leg in a daze, thinking that he had obviously changed the plot, madly criticizing him for not getting into the game, and his grandfather didn't die because of it, but the relationship between him and Ye Xiuchen remained the same. He didn't escape from the direction of the original plot, but he still brought him to his house, and the time was advanced...

Seeing him flustered and absent-minded, Ye Xiuchen felt a little proud: "Why don't you talk? Are you angry? Feel insulted?"

Shen Xinghuai blinked at him: "I'm so touched, brother, you want to raise me, right?" Don't regret it, raising me is very expensive.

Ye Xiuchen frowned: "Are you really not angry?"

Shen Xinghuai smiled sweetly: "I'm so happy, brother, you're so kind." He won't be as narrow-minded as the original owner.

Seeing him laughing, Ye Xiuchen lost his complacency and waved at him with a headache: "Go to sleep."

Shen Xinghuai looked at Ye Xiuchen's big bed reluctantly, and casually blew him a kiss: "Brother, good night, muma~"

Ye Xiuchen stared at him coldly as he walked out of the room.

Soon, the door was pushed open again, and a small head poked out from the crack of the door: "Brother, don't forget about the bed tomorrow, make it bigger, and make the bedroom more spacious by the way." Said to raise him.

Ye Xiuchen breathed a sigh of relief: "You can tell Uncle Ming tomorrow what you want to change."

That night, Shen Xinghuai didn't sleep well, the bed in the bedroom was uncomfortable, and he kept dreaming.

The dream was full of fragments of being imprisoned by Ye Xiuchen. Ye Xiuchen stood in front of him covered in blood, with his big hands pinching his neck, laughing wildly and bloodthirstyly: "You will never escape!"

The strong suffocation made Shen Xinghuai break out in a layer of cold sweat. Shen Xinghuai wanted to push him away, wanted to shout out, but tried his best but couldn't even make a sound.

"No, Ye Xiuchen!" Woke up from the dream!

He sat up abruptly, his chest heaved violently, still in shock, his gaze swept across the room unconsciously, and he caught a glimpse of a lone figure out of the corner of his eye, and met his gloomy gaze without anticipation.

The dream and the reality were intertwined, and he couldn't tell which was the reality. His eyes slowly widened, and he looked at Ye Xiuchen in horror, his hands and feet feeling cold.

The curtains in the room were only half drawn, and the light was a little dim. Shen Xinghuai couldn't see his expression clearly, but the usual sarcasm in his tone was very real: "Are you awake?"

Shen Xinghuai was still immersed in the terrifying dream, subconsciously stepped back, leaning his back against the head of the bed, like a frightened lop-eared rabbit, obediently and obediently huddled in a small corner.

Ye Xiuchen had domineering and vile genes in his bones, the more he retreated, the closer he got, and even sat down next to him, and gently and slowly helped him tuck the corner of the quilt.

The originally gentle movements were made by him, but they were extraordinarily creepy. The god of death showed pity for a moment before reaping the life, but it also foreshadowed that the next moment the sickle would be ruthlessly swung down to cut off the opponent's head.

Ye Xiuchen stretched out his hand to clamp the little rabbit's jaw, and looked at him with cold eyes, "Did you have a nightmare? I heard you call my name just now. Tell me, what did you dream about?"

Shen Xinghuai's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, not sure how much he had heard in his sleep.

Forced himself to calm down, mobilized his emotions and forced his eyes to turn red, dodged Ye Xiuchen's hand, and threw himself into his arms aggrieved.

Unexpectedly, he embraced him warmly and softly, the mocking smile on Ye Xiuchen's face slowly faded, and he looked down at the furry head in his arms: "..."

When Shen Xinghuai spoke, his voice was crying: "Brother, the dream was so scary." It was indeed scary, and he was almost strangled to death by this crazy critic.

Ye Xiuchen wanted to push the person in his arms away, but he didn't know where to start, so he gritted his teeth and warned him: "Let go, there is no one else here, you don't have to act!"

After he finished speaking, Shen Xinghuai hugged him even tighter: "Don't be mean to me, I won't be afraid in your arms.

In my dream, I was worried to death. I dreamed that you were bitten by a group of mad dogs. They dragged you into the kennel. You were covered in blood, talking nonsense, calling my father, let me save you, but I couldn't beat the group of mad dogs. "

Hearing the creaking sound of Ye Xiuchen's clenched fist, Shen Xinghuai let go of his hand in time, and took his index finger to touch the corner of his eye: "Brother, touch it, the corner of my eye is still wet." The poor little man was tearful.

The corners of his eyes were still wet, and Ye Xiuchen's slightly cool fingertips brushed over them, taking away the warmth, but when he thought that he was acting, Ye Xiuchen withdrew his hand in disgust, and he could really pretend: "The actor. "

Shen Xinghuai put some distance away from him, and did not share his knowledge: "Brother, is there something wrong with you coming to my room so early?"

Ye Xiuchen glanced at his watch: "[-]:[-], early?"

It's not too early...

Shen Xinghuai pushed his quilt dissatisfied: "This quilt is too heavy and the bed is so hard, I can't sleep all the time."

Ye Xiuchen looked at him incredulously, and threw the document bag in his hand to him after a while: "Here's for you."

Shen Xinghuai took the file bag, very surprised, why is it so heavy, he put his hand in it...

His fingertips felt icy cold, and after touching it carefully, Shen Xinghuai immediately withdrew his hand.

In the file bag was a wooden bin.

Shen Xinghuai calmed down and pushed the file bag away: "Brother, what do you mean?" Let me kill you?It's not good to be so direct.

Seeing his bewildered look, Ye Xiuchen felt inexplicably happy: "If anyone comes to trouble you again, you're welcome."

Shen Xinghuai glanced at the file bag, is this the person who caused him to collapse and come looking for trouble?

Crazy criticism is an old scumbag, this is not a wooden warehouse for himself, he wants to treat himself as a wooden warehouse, it's almost the same!

"Then I'll go out with bodyguards." Although it's legal to hold a wooden warehouse here, he doesn't want to be used as a wooden warehouse envoy, let alone go out and fight with a group of burly men.

Ye Xiuchen looked at him casually: "One more thing, you and I will go to see my grandfather this weekend."

Meet his grandfather? !The alarm bells in Shen Xinghuai's heart rang.

In the original plot, Mr. Ye learned that Ye Xiuchen died of a heart attack in prison, which is one of the reasons why Ye Xiuchen tortured the original body crazily.

Mr. Ye is the only relative Ye Xiuchen cherishes. If he can make a good impression on Mr. Ye, his life will be much easier in the future!

"Is this weekend? Will the time be too rushed?" Today is already Thursday.

"You don't want to see my grandfather?" Ye Xiuchen's face suddenly darkened.

He is obviously a person, but he has a dog-like temper, and he is in a hurry when he says something urgent. Shen Xinghuai explained: "I just feel a little sudden, and I'm afraid I won't be able to prepare in time."

Ye Xiuchen snorted indifferently, got up and left.

Shen Xinghuai washed up and went downstairs. Ye Xiuchen was not there. Uncle Ming was waiting for him. Maybe Ye Xiuchen had greeted him before he left. The attitude of Uncle Ming and his servants improved a lot today. When they saw him, they immediately asked him what he wanted to eat.

Shen Xinghuai briefly ordered a few dishes and asked Uncle Ming to help him bring back a new mobile phone. His mobile phone was lost by the hated man in sunglasses yesterday.

Uncle Ming took a small notebook and memorized them one by one, not because he ordered too much, but because he had to go to a high-end restaurant to specify the few ingredients he ordered.

Uncle Ming roughly estimated that his simple two-in-one brunch cost six figures.

Holding the account book, Uncle Ming secretly called Ye Xiuchen and quoted the price: "Master, what should we do?"

There was a man's scream like killing a pig from the phone, and Ye Fengpi was obviously 'busy' again.

After a while, Ye Xiuchen's cold voice came from the phone: "Do you want to ask me about such a trivial matter?"

Uncle Ming was choked up by the question. A meal is indeed a small matter, but a six-figure meal, three meals a day, becomes a major event after a long time: "Master, 27..."

"I'm broke? Can't afford this money?"

Uncle Ming scolded himself for meddling in his own business: "Good young master, I'll go and prepare for Mr. Shen right now."

"Don't ask me about such trivial matters in the future."

***

After eating and drinking enough, Shen Xingchen sat down in the garden in the yard, laying on the rocking chair and pondering silently. Since the plot of being tied to a crazy batch cannot be escaped, the identity of a genuine boyfriend is always better than a raised canary.

Going to see Mr. Ye this time is a good opportunity to show your identity, so you can't go in vain.

He took out his new mobile phone, entered Ye Xiuchen's phone number and dialed it.

Soon, the phone was connected, and a low and indifferent male voice said, "Speak."

"Where are we going to meet Grandpa this weekend?"

"Old house." Someone refused to say one more word.

"Then what is my capacity to visit?"

Ye Xiuchen's eyes staring at the car window sank again, and his tone lowered a few degrees: "Speak up, ask questions, and find an excuse not to go?"

"Go, go! Why does my brother always misunderstand me? I just want to ask some questions and choose the right clothes."

"..." Ye Xiuchen paused for a moment, "As my boyfriend."

Shen Xinghuai: "Then I'll choose some clothes, and I'll add your WeChat to send you the pictures later, and you help me choose."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Xinghuai added Ye Xiuchen's WeChat friends.

The lunatic's profile picture was pitch black, with a period in his name, and at first glance he looked like an abandoned trumpet.

Yuanshen used her real name as her WeChat name before, and Shen Xinghuai was too lazy to change it.

Shen Xinghuai: ——【Your cutie suddenly appears】GIF

——: Which one do you choose is more suitable?

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Ye Xiuchen walked into the elevator, and suddenly a series of notifications sounded on his phone, and his hand hanging by his side clenched his fist uncontrollably.

The assistant who was following Ye Xiuchen's expression changed, trembling.

Due to the environment in which he grew up in his childhood, Ye Xiuchen was particularly sensitive mentally and depressed, and extremely hated being urged and interrupted suddenly.

Even if there was an urgent matter, the assistant would only dare to make one call, and if he didn't answer after three rings, he would hang up immediately and wait for Ye Xiuchen to call back.

I don't know who is not afraid of death today, and sent so many messages in a row.

With a cold face, Ye Xiuchen swiped open his phone to check the news. The assistant silently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and prayed silently in his heart. No matter who sent the message today, he will be cold...