The moonlight shone on Qin Yubai's face through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Yan Shuang: Look at this little green face.
Yan Shuang said with a pure and innocent expression: "Don't you like me wearing skirts the most?"
There was no trace of a smile on Qin Yubai's face.
He propped his hands on the marble platform behind Yan Shuang, and the hard edges and corners pierced deeply into his palms, so that he could barely maintain his composure, and would not make any outrageous and dangerous actions against the ignorant Yan Shuang .
Yan Shuang also seemed to feel the low pressure on his body, hesitantly let go of the hand hooking him, and whispered: "Don't you like it now?"
Pressing his palms hard on the table, the pain and congestion so vividly occupied his brain that he couldn't spare any time to think about anything else for the time being.
"Don't wear it in the future."
His tone was extremely stiff.
It sounded like it was squeezed through between teeth.
Yan Shuang lowered his face, lightly pushed his waist, aggrieved, "I'm going to sleep."
Qin Yu remained completely motionless.
Yan Shuang: Do you want to abuse yourself, do you regret it, Tie Zi, is hypnosis and brainwashing fun
"Step aside-"
Yan Shuang raised her volume slightly, her tone was displeased.
When he stretched out his hand again, Qin Yubai let go of the arms on both sides, and his arms hung down by his side as if out of strength.
Yan Shuang glanced at him "inexplicably", shook his hands and jumped upstairs, occupied the big bed in Qin Yubai's bedroom, and lay down beautifully.
According to his judgment of Wei Yichen, the housekeeper who likes to pursue excitement has a probability of more than 90% to hint or express their relationship in front of Qin Yubai, and the matter of the notebook is an ironclad proof.
Maybe give him a nickname in front of Qin Yubai
Little skirts are fine.
Yan Shuang closed his eyes.
I hope the fight downstairs won't disturb him later.
While Wei Yichen was taking off his coat, he received a text message from his immediate boss on his work cell phone.
"garden."
He put away his mobile phone, walked to the window in the room, opened the curtains, and saw a tall figure looming in the garden downstairs.
A slight sense of danger came to mind.
Different from those sons from noble sons, his sense of crisis is an almost instinctive skill that has been developed in a life of ups and downs.
"Shua" to draw the curtains.
He put his coat back on, tidied it meticulously, and then walked downstairs.
In the garden, Qin Yubai was also wearing formal attire for work. He had been spinning around since he got off the plane, and he didn't even have time to change his clothes, which looked a little wrinkled.
Under the moonlight, Qin Yubai turned his back to the building, and when he heard the crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on fallen leaves behind him gradually approaching, he said lightly, "Just stand there."
Wei Yichen stopped a step behind him, "Sir, do you have any orders?"
Under the moonlight, Qin Yubai's back was tall and majestic, casting a shadow that stretched all the way to Wei Yichen's toes.
An eerie silence spread in the garden.
"Wei Yichen, how long have I hired you?"
There was no emotion in Qin Yubai's voice, but Wei Yichen's heartstrings suddenly tightened, and he said calmly, "Two years."
"Long enough."
The seriousness of the voice carried the meaning of sentencing.
"From now on, you are fired."
Almost as expected.
The subsequent punch on the cheek could not be prevented in advance.
The scorching pain immediately spread from the thwarted muscle, and the rust-like bloody smell immediately felt in his mouth.
It took a lot of strength.
Wei Yichen's face was turned to one side, and he actually felt like laughing in his heart.
Some time ago, he was still laughing at Qin Yubai and Ji Yao fighting for Yan Shuang. Will such an irrational protagonist soon become him
"Fight back." Qin Yubai twisted his neck slightly, his expression cold, "I'm not your employer now."
For his employer, Wei Yichen has always believed in "limited loyalty". During the duration of the employment relationship, he will protect the interests of the employer's pro-money. After the employment is over... naturally it has nothing to do with it.
The behavior of fighting has been completely eliminated since he became an independent adult because he could only vent his emotions because of his inefficiency.
He should turn away and send the medical bill for the punch to this former employer.
This is a sensible choice.
Wei Yichen turned his face away, and punched back without hesitation!
The flowers and leaves rustled in the garden, and the two grown men restrained and beat each other silently.
Money and power wrap people into gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, but they are still primitive beasts under the skin.
little skirt.
Wei Yichen's remark name for the object of his pursuit.
"It's not a girl, it's just that he likes to wear skirts."
"I'm probably a spare tire."
"I only have physical desire for Mr. Yan, the object of liking...you should know."
Qin Yubai never dreamed that the person Wei Yichen said he liked, that "little skirt" was Yan Shuang herself!
The memory is too long, and he doesn't remember many conversations so 100% clearly.
He has only vague impressions and judgments about this favorite object of his subordinates.
A low-level transvestite who pretends to be coquettish with men and hangs on to them.
In his heart, he also felt infinite contempt for Wei Yichen's taste.
The Yan Shuang he knew was stubborn, cold and arrogant, kind and easy to soften.
There is absolutely nothing in common between the two!
He swung his fist vigorously.
Nothing—any—in common!
After a silent brawl between two men of similar size, the result can only be a loss for both sides.
I don't know what kind of tacit understanding, after the initial punch, neither of them hit the other's face again.
So on the outside, except for the wrinkled clothes, they are still two very decent gentlemen.
The abdomen was a severely injured area, and even breathing would cause pain, and the slightly heavy breathing disturbed the night in the garden.
The two stood facing each other.
Wei Yichen's glasses had already flown into some grass, and there was a slight red mark on his cheek. He stretched out his thumb to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. It turned out that Yan Shuang's plan was this evil idea.
Has he become his new joy
Yes, he was honored.
"Mr. Qin," Wei Yichen said calmly, looking at the man opposite, "You should learn to appreciate more types of men. If you are limited to a certain preference, you will miss a lot of wonderful scenery."
He bent slightly, and respectfully said as he did when he was a housekeeper: "Thanks for taking care of me, I will leave."
Qin Yubai was the only one left in the garden.
The whole Qin residence fell asleep peacefully, only he was covered with scars, emotions and pain collided in his body, the cold night wind wafted, sending bursts of rose fragrance, Qin Yubai suddenly turned his face away.
Behind him was an almost abandoned iron gate, surrounded by vines of rose flowers, and the spikes at the top shone coldly in the silvery moonlight.
A picture in his mind attacked him unexpectedly.
He stood upstairs condescendingly looking down at the two people holding hands across the iron door, and after only one glance, he looked back with a lack of interest, turned and entered the room.
"There is a thrill of stealing food, don't you think?"
A bloody smell wafted from his throat.
Qin Yubai coughed lightly.
He has almost never been so dazed in his life.
He didn't know what emotion and face he should use to face this situation.
Being deceived, fooled, betrayed... This is what it feels like.
He has no way to recall any details of getting along with Yan Shuang in the past.
fake.
It's all fake.
He didn't dare to think further about Yan Shuang's attitude towards all the things that happened between them, as long as he thought about it for a while, his brain would explode...
Yan Shuang.
Every stroke in the name turned into a sharp knife, and every syllable seemed to mock.
Qin Yubai turned around and walked slowly into the house.
In the chaotic mind just now, he accurately recalled the past.
How come it's all fake
They look so real.
Before he knew it, Qin Yubai had already reached the door of the bedroom. He stretched out his hand to hold the doorknob. He stood there for a long time, even his palms were trembling, but he never pushed the door open.
This is what he wants - false happiness.
If you think about it carefully, it's actually nothing.
He doesn't really love him either.
very fair.
There was a cold tingling sensation in the palm.
Qin Yubai raised his hand, only to realize that his palm was cut at some point, and the blood was scattered indistinctly.
Love is fake.
So the pain is also fake.
He lowered his hand indifferently, glanced at the metal handle, took off his coat, and carefully wiped the blood on the handle with his sleeve.
Well, nothing, nothing happened.
In the corridor, the tall figure returned to the study with his suit hanging down on the floor. Qin Yubai sat in the wide chair behind the desk, and only for a moment remembered how he was deliberately testing Wei Yichen here.
He sneered, leaning back in his chair.
Many more images flooded my mind.
Most of them are pictures of three people together.
It seems that the more you want to forget, the clearer it is like yesterday.
He recalled Yan Shuang's appearance of being extremely humiliated in the studio.
By the way, he got a slap.
Laughter suddenly rang out in the silent study.
It was his fault.
For such an excellent actor, his salary is too low.
The mountain of documents on the desktop was swept away.
The palms covered the eyes, and the warm liquid covered the eyelids, and seemed to seep under the eyelids.
no big deal.
He is used to being alone.
A sleepless night.
When it was dawn, Qin Yubai looked at the gleam of light leaking from the gap in the curtains, and thought in a daze: The chair in the study is too hard, it's time to change it.
"Boom—"
There was a knock on the study door.
"Brother?"
There was a sudden pain in my heart.
He built a false new world for him and gave him a new identity. In fact, at that time, he no longer simply regarded Yan Shuang as a substitute for Qin Qing. He just thought: If he grows up by his side, They will definitely not go to where they are today.
"Come in."
Opening his mouth, his voice was hoarse and painful, with a faint smell of blood coming up.
Yan Shuang pushed open the door, he came here specially to confirm Qin Yubai's physical condition, they were "almost", Qin Yubai had to persevere.
Qin Yubai didn't look very good, but it was okay, except that his face was a little paler, his eyes were a little bluer, his clothes were a little wrinkled, and his complexion was a little worse, everything else looked okay.
Anyway, I can't die.
Yan Shuang pretended to be a worried little white flower, "Brother, why do you look so bad?"
Qin Yubai didn't know what expression he had now, he could only control himself as much as possible, "Stay up late and work overtime."
"Work is endless."
Yan Shuang pushed the door open and entered.
He had a good night's sleep, his face was rosy at this time, and he turned to Qin Yubai's side lightly like a butterfly, smiled at Qin Yubai, and sat on his lap naturally.
Yan Shuang felt Qin Yubai froze for a moment, secretly smiled in his heart, and turned to look at Qin Yubai.
Those eyes are extremely restrained, almost showing no emotion.
It seems that he intends to smash his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.
That's right, that "Yan Shuang" lied to his feelings and played him like a fool.
But what does this have to do with "Yan Shuang" who loves her elder brother wholeheartedly.
Yan Shuang said affectionately, "Don't stay up late in the future, I will feel bad."
The chest rose and fell slightly, and the palms hanging on the chair curled up and then let go. After repeated several times, Qin Yubai said lightly: "En."
Yan Shuang smiled, lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Qin Yubai's, as if reciting a mantra, "I hate disobedient dogs, so..."
The four eyes met, Qin Yu's slightly frowning brows met a pair of enigmatic eyes, before he could tell what was inside, his Adam's apple was bitten fiercely, and his tongue ran across the tooth marks forcefully and briefly.
His whole body trembled and itched like electricity, and his muscles tensed instantly, as if he had been marked by a small wild animal as a prey.
Qin Yubai's gaze fell to the side of the person in his arms to conceal his shock at the moment.
Yan Shuang raised his face, regained his little white face, stretched out his hand to stroke the slightly stiff and handsome side face in front of him, and whispered softly in his ear, "...you have to be good."