"Xiaokai."
"No... lower case."
"Dad is back, open your eyes to see Dad..."
…
"Don't let go of any of them."
"Ji Shao..."
"Don't make me say it a second time, don't let anyone go, I want his whole family to pay for their lives!"
…
The man's face was pale, and his hair turned gray overnight. When he said this, there was bone-piercing hatred, and his eyes were scarlet.
After speaking, he coughed violently again.
When he was alone in the room, he looked at the two black-and-white photos on the cabinet, a woman smiling like a flower, and an innocent and cute little boy.
Both went to heaven, leaving him alone.
After half a month.
The Imperial Capital Ji's Group issued a statement that the third young master of the Ji's died of illness half a month ago, the day after his son died in a car accident.
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early morning.
On the morning of September in the imperial capital, the weather was scorching hot. In the villas in the suburbs, the curtains were blown by the breeze, and the sun shone through the dense leaves.
"Buzzing."
The sound of the mobile phone ringing, the person on the bed with closed eyes frowned, quite impatient.
Take a closer look, his complexion is fair, his facial features are three-dimensional, his complexion is in stark contrast to the gray sheets, his pajamas are loosely wrapped around his body, revealing his slender neck, his collarbone is more delicate than a woman's, when he opened his eyes, his black eyes There is the laziness of just waking up, and the coldness.
The cell phone was still ringing, he sat up, his eyelids shrugged weakly, he clenched his hands into fists, and coughed lightly twice by his mouth, his movements were half a beat slow, and he looked sickly.
Reaching out for the phone, a word came out of her cold lips, "Say."
The words were very soft and lacked strength, but they were sharp and impatient.
"Aren't you awake yet?" On the other end, the idle words came, "Tonight is my younger brother's birthday, come to celebrate, come out and walk around."
"No." Ji Yang replied without any hesitation, coughed twice, leaned back lazily, a little cold, and stretched out his hand to pull up the quilt.
"Hey, don't blame my brother for not telling you. It's busy here. Go out and walk around. I'm not feeling well recently? My brother will pick you up and drop me off. I will definitely not stay up late and deliver it home at ten o'clock." Han Yi promised on the other end.
The young master of Ji's family was in poor health when he was young, but he couldn't bear to be loved by thousands of people, and he was precious.
With that good looks, you will be fascinated wherever you go.
Han is also the cynical young master of the Han family. The Han family and the Ji family are not family friends.
"How is it?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Han Yi said again, "All the brothers in the circle are here, let's have fun together..."
Before he finished speaking, he said two words lightly, "Beijiao."
"Okay...beep beep...le..." Before the words could be uttered, the noble young master had already hung up the phone.
at the same time.
Ji Yang lifted the quilt, and his two straight and slender legs fell to the ground. The loose pajamas made him look a little thin, with a wide neckline, a little flattering, and a slightly sick face.
The pace is also a bit slow, to be honest, it looks like it is properly received, arousing the desire of others to ravage, but the eyes are loose and alienated like a nobleman, noble and cold.
Ordinary people are not good enough.
Ji Yang looked at the face in the mirror, typical peach blossom eyes, lazy eyes, high nose bridge, thin lips and a little sexy, he was very white all over the room for a long time, he didn't talk much, and he was born prematurely. Well, sickly now and then, it looks softer.
Putting on women's clothes, you can't tell the beauty of a man from a woman. Han Yi even joked that he is a beauty, but he has no girlishness on him, and he looks over lightly, very cold.
This kind of person is not the male protagonist. In this silly, white and sweet script, he is an affectionate male supporting role. Only the female protagonist can make such a cold-blooded and emotionless person fall in love with him.
He is the man who watched the hero and heroine separate and unite, unite and divide, you hurt me, I forgive you, the heroine likes to call him in times of crisis, the hero will not come, he always The male supporting role who can rush to the heroine's side unconditionally at the first time.
But he is also a sad male supporting role.
When the heroine fell down and was about to have a miscarriage, she couldn't get through to the hero when she called the hero. He was called, and without further ado, she left the big shareholder and rushed over, rushing her to the hospital and saving the child.
But his mobile phone was left on the car, and his wife also fell down, and she didn't hear him when she called him. When she found out, she was sent to the hospital and no one was there, leaving him with a son.
This is great, my wife is gone and I find that I am in love with my wife.
Fine.
Treat your son well, give all your love to him, and watch the little guy want to love his wife.
Later, the son went to kindergarten and promised to spend his birthday with him. The daughter of the hostess was sick and had a persistent fever.
If you have a fever of 40 degrees, of course you have to go.
I need help.
This time, the nanny went to pick up her son, but was hit and killed by a drunk driving gangster while crossing the road.
The hostess saw it, she was so pitiful, she cried and said sorry to him, and wanted her daughter to recognize him as her godfather and treat him as her biological father.
The male supporting role should love the heroine deeply, what is it to pay for his wife and son? Even if he sacrificed his life, he would not hesitate to do so. If he could not marry the heroine in this life, there would be no hope. All women would be out of his sight.
But the wish of the original owner after his death was to treat his wife well and protect his children.
Humans always think about what they obviously can't get, but ignore what is easily available around them.
evening.
In front of a villa in the northern suburbs, a flamboyant red sports car parked in front of the gate, honking its horn vigorously.
After a while, the door opened.
The person who came out was wearing a long brown windbreaker, with his hands in his pockets casually, a gray sweater inside, and a white shirt inside the sweater. He was slender and walked slowly.
Han Yi hurriedly got out of the car to open the door for him, every time he saw his face, he would sigh in his heart, this man is really more beautiful than a girl.
The outline is three-dimensional, the eyes are deep and clear, and the eyebrows are very slender.
If it weren't for this identity, those young masters in the upper class wouldn't know what horrible things they would do to this guy, and they wouldn't dare to reveal their thoughts.
Don't you want to die
"It's a bit cold tonight, so I really need to wear more clothes." Han Yi smiled and talked to him, closed the door when Ji Yang got in, and walked around to the driver's seat.
When he came up, the young master in the back seat had already squinted his eyes against the back seat. Just as he was in a daze, he slightly parted his thin lips, "Next time, don't drive this car."
"Why? The new car I just arrived is very exciting to drive." Han Yi said and turned on the engine, wanting to give him a show.
"Ma'am." Ji Yang still didn't open his eyes, and lazily threw two words.
Han also petrochemical.
mother
"I'm a pure man. I just got off the woman's bed." Han Yi drove forward, still aggrieved when he said it.
If we talk about women, Ji Yang is the one who is not close to women in the circle. Everyone has said that he is a slut. Throwing it on the bed like this is definitely more exciting than driving a top sports car.
They could only fantasize from the bottom of their hearts that the person who said that last time was already half dead.
"No wonder."
"Huh?" Han Yi saw through the rearview mirror that the young master had opened his eyelids, and there was no emotion in his eyes. He glanced at him and said indifferently, "Open the window, the smell is strong."
Han Yi lowered his head and sniffed, "Does it really smell?"
"Smell."
"..."
When we arrived at the parking lot of the bar, Ji Yang opened the door and got out of the car as soon as he parked the car. Han Yi could still see the naked disgust on his face.
The aristocrat walked slowly towards the elevator with his slender long legs.
He had just opened the window to blow some wind, and he coughed several times, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and the sick breath on his body became stronger, Han Yi couldn't help feeling sorry for him, and was about to reach out to give him a hand Shunqi.
It's a pity that before he reached out his hand, a sharp look swept over him, and his hand froze in mid-air.
"Pay attention to your body and drink plenty of hot water." He looked embarrassed and a little mean.
"You go back and take a few more showers." Ji Yang rolled his eyelids and gave him a sideways glance, before walking out.
The private room has been booked.
Many rich men and young ladies were invited, and the figures on the dance floor kept shaking.
Han Yi pushed the door open and shouted loudly, "Turn down the music for me, don't smoke, do you hear me?"
Hearing this, everyone felt bored at once, and when Ji Yang's figure appeared in front of them, everyone dared not speak, and could only echo, and those who were about to smoke quickly hid their cigarettes.
This one from Ji Yang is very delicate.
I am very allergic to everything, and I am also allergic to women. I don’t know if I am allergic to men.
Looking at the handsome face, the thin figure, the fair skin, and the gentle and slow movements, even men can't help but be fascinated by it.
The wealthy sons in the circle also liked this, but when Ji Yang glanced over, one by one dodged faster than the other.
Such thoughts cannot exist.
Don't look at this "beautiful woman" who seems harmless, but in fact she has cold means, you can't even tell when she loses her temper, and you don't know how she died.
Han Yi called the waiter and ordered, "Go, squeeze a glass of fresh juice, and ask for pure natural juice! No ice at all."
"yes."
The other party retreated, Han Yi smiled and sat next to Ji Yang, but saw the other party frowned.