The voice fell, and the room fell into a deathly silence for an instant.
Father Ye raised his hand and tossed the teacup to this side, his voice was stern: "What are you talking about!"
The purple sand teacup fell to Ye Fei's feet and shattered to pieces. The hot tea left in the cup splashed onto his ankles. It wasn't very hot, but there was a burning sensation.
He stood up and spread his hands: "Then there is no way."
"I think you are just looking for trouble!" Father Ye pointed at Ye Fei and said arrogantly: "I tell you, today you have to take care of it, and you have to take care of it!"
Ye Fei sneered, and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Ye Yao.
"Ye Fei, you said you loved me the most," Ye Yao stared at him with his neck straightened as if he had suffered a great humiliation, "Is that how you hurt?"
Ye Fei looked at Ye Yao coldly. He was two years old when his mother died, and Ye Yao was only three years younger than him. It can be said that the two brothers grew up together.
Twenty years, even raising an animal should be mature, but what about Ye Yao
Ye Fei devoted his heart and soul to him, but what he got in return was gloating and vicious curses in front of the hospital bed. Before this, Ye Fei never knew that his younger brother, who looked so good on the surface, actually had such a great hatred for him in his heart.
Such a thing that is not as good as a pig or a dog, how can he have the face to show love to him
Ye Fei said, "Are you worthy?"
He has a pair of beautifully shaped peach blossom eyes, with thick and long eyelashes. When he smiles, he is romantic and affectionate, but when he is cold, he has a compelling sense of sharpness. At this time, he just glanced at Ye Yao lightly, which made him tremble involuntarily.
Sensing his own reaction, Ye Yao became angry with embarrassment: "Are you fucking sick? Do you want to help me, who do you think..."
"Ayao!" Father Ye stopped him in time.
Ye Yao opened his mouth, but under Ye's father's warning eyes, he finally closed it unwillingly.
"What dissatisfaction do you have?" Father Ye suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, "Don't forget, the company also has your share, and helping Ayao is also helping yourself!"
Ye Fei took out her mobile phone to browse the recent news, and said casually: "I don't care?"
Dingyuan's survival up to now is entirely dependent on him, as long as he wants to, let alone one Dingyuan, even ten Dingyuans are not a problem, so how could he covet such a little thing.
"You!" Father Ye's lungs hurt from being pushed by him, his chest stagnated, and he coughed violently.
"Dad, are you alright?" Ye Yao immediately stepped forward and patted his back with water, and after being a good son, he turned to Ye Fei, "Look at you, how angry you are with Dad!"
"Ye Yao," Ye Fei took a step forward, looking at him with a half-smile, "Why didn't I know you were so shameless before."
"You're fucking shameless!" Ye Yao's character was impulsive, and his brain roared when he was excited by this sentence, and he rushed forward with his fists clenched without thinking.
Ye Fei took a step back, turned sideways to avoid his movements, raised her leg and kicked hard.
Ye Yao didn't expect that his elder brother, who has always been responsive to him, would really fight him, his knees gave way without warning, and he fell heavily on the glass coffee table.
After a crisp click sound, the surface of the tea table shattered outward inch by inch with Ye Yao's center of gravity as the dot.
Sharp shards of glass pierced into the flesh, bright red blood gushed out instantly, and Ye Yao's screams resounded throughout the living room.
"Ah Yao!" Father Ye was dumbfounded for a few seconds, and he stopped coughing after realizing it, and ran over to pull Ye Yao.
The feeling of being able to exert strength was so wonderful, Ye Fei was in a good mood, and couldn't hold back to give Ye Yao another kick.
Ye Yao, whose upper body was pulled up by Father Ye just now, staggered and fell into the glass slag again, howling even more horribly.
"Ye Fei! Are you crazy? You have hit your brother so hard!" Father Ye saw Ye Yao's blood dripping, his heart throbbed in pain. If it wasn't for being unable to move his hands, I'm afraid he would find love from Ye Fei immediately.
"Indeed," Ye Fei nodded in agreement, regretting, "Why didn't I do it sooner."
Father Ye had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, and he almost passed out.
Ye Fei turned on the camera, and leaned over to take a few photos of the embarrassed Ye Yao. After appreciating it leisurely for a while, and adding a filter, he walked out the door amid Father Ye's scolding and screaming.
Outside the door, birds are singing, and the gentle summer wind brings the tranquil fragrance of flowers. Ye Fei took a deep breath, spread her palms to catch a small bunch of fallen lilac flowers, her eyes were slightly moist, but the corners of her lips curled up uncontrollably.
Great, he's back again.
However, his good mood lasted less than a minute. When passing by an off-road vehicle, Ye Fei's face froze when he accidentally caught sight of the image reflected on the car window.
In his previous life, he took over Dingyuan right after he graduated from university. In order not to be looked down upon by others, she often deliberately dresses up in a mature way.
Forget about the rigid black suit, Ye Fei took off the flat glasses on the bridge of her nose and threw them directly into the trash can. What's the matter with these earthy glasses that even programmers don't like? !
Ye Fei touched the hair that was fixed by hairspray, and originally planned to go home to sort out her thoughts, but immediately changed her mind, took a taxi and went straight to the styling studio.
After living again, he will never suppress himself again. He had to spend the only two years of his life as he wished, chic and unrestrained.
The studio Ye Fei went to is very famous in the circle, and it takes a high-end route, and non-members are not accepted. In his previous life, he always wanted to experience it, but in the end he always put it on hold for various reasons. After several years of membership card, he still had zero consumption. Unexpectedly, it would be convenient for him in this life.
After verifying his identity, the stylist mixed him a low-alcohol cocktail and served him, asking him, "What kind of hairstyle do you want?"
Holding the wine glass in one hand, Ye Fei looked carefully at the image in the mirror, and asked: "Not too long, not too hot, the most important thing is..." He squinted his eyes, "Be handsome."
The stylist snorted and laughed: "Don't worry, you will look good no matter what you do."
Ye Fei raised her eyebrows and took a sip of wine: "Thank you, you look good too."
There was something casual about him, especially charming when he lowered his eyebrows and smiled. The stylist blushed, cleared his throat to stabilize his mind, picked up the pad and took a full face photo of Ye Fei.
"Then I'll use your photo to make a simulation picture first," he loaded the photo into a small program and explained to Ye Fei, "If you think it's okay, I'll cut it according to the picture later. If you are not satisfied, then I will Do it again."
Ye Fei nodded happily: "Okay."
The stylist breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and sighed, "I like a straightforward client like you."
"That's what I said," Ye Fei lazily leaned on the back of the chair, chatting with him, "It's just a haircut, so there's nothing to worry about."
The stylist complained: "There are a lot of entanglements, and we can meet all kinds of people in our line of work."
"Don't believe me." Seeing his disapproving look, the stylist gave an example, "Not to mention, the person who entered the store before you refused to cooperate, and refused to do styling even if he said nothing. Very difficult."
And this weird thing
Ye Fei dumbfounded: "Then why is he here?"
Mentioning this, the stylist also felt a little funny. While drawing on the pad with his fingers, he said, "It was tricked by his friend."
The stylist sighed: "I originally wanted to persuade his friend a few words, but after being glanced at, I didn't dare to go forward. That aura is strong."
"True or not?" Ye Fei was surprised and a little curious, "Who is it, a star?"
"No, it seems to be the president of some company?" The stylist only listened vaguely, not quite sure, "But he is really handsome, more eye-catching than a star."
Ye Fei became interested and put the wine glass on the table: "Have you left already?"
"No, in the private room, his friend was still communicating with him." While talking, the stylist had already finished the mock-up. He raised the Pad and asked Ye Fei, "What do you think of this?"
A good reputation really has two brushes.
Ye Fei looked at the simulated image and was quite satisfied: "Yes."
"That's it, I'll take you to the box."
Taking into account the privacy of customers, the hall of this studio is only used for reception and communication, and a series of projects such as modeling and beauty are carried out in separate boxes.
The stylist took Ye Fei up to the second floor, and as soon as he passed through a small indoor garden area, he heard a faint voice coming from the front.
"It's right here," the stylist pointed to a half-open box at the front obliquely, and whispered in Ye Fei's ear, "The person I just told you about."
The closer you get, the clearer the voice becomes.
"It's going to be an Internet conference soon, why don't you just wear a fashionable hairstyle and use your face to attract traffic to our new game?" The male voice was full of madness, "Someone else's CEO is going to live broadcast to sell goods!"
For some reason, Ye Fei always felt that the voice was familiar. He slowed down and turned his head to look into the box.
A laptop computer appeared first in sight, the screen was on, and a pair of slender hands were typing on the keyboard, making a crisp clicking sound.
It was a very business scene, and it was incompatible with the box full of hairdressing supplies.
Ye Fei moved forward a little, and the vision blocked by the door frame opened up a little bit.
It was a young man, wearing a crisp dark blue suit, and his two long legs under the table were naturally separated, neither raised nor raised. The back is straight and the sitting posture is good.
His gaze continued to move upwards, and a handsome and familiar face bumped into his eyes without any defense.
Ye Fei: "..."
Ye Fei raised her forehead, never expecting that the difficult customer the stylist mentioned would be Yan Xiao, his contractual marriage partner and legal other half.
"Brother! Brother Xiao! Dad!" Cheng Minghao almost knelt down and hugged his thigh, "Just this time! I promise! Come here, let's get a haircut before leaving."
Yan Xiao looked at the computer screen expressionlessly, and continued to send emails.
"As long as I can do it for you, I definitely don't need you," Cheng Minghao pleaded, and immediately changed his strategy, starting to put a top hat on Yan Xiao crazily, "Isn't it because you are not as handsome as you are, and you don't have tens of millions of fans? What a free advertisement -Tell the opportunity, if you don’t seize it, you are not Chinese, brother Xiao!”
"Cheng Minghao." Yan Xiao closed his notebook and raised his eyes.
"Hey hey!" Cheng Minghao was overjoyed, did he agree? God bless! This lump of iron finally made him talk!
"You talk too much." Yan Xiao put the computer into the bag.
Cheng Minghao: "..."
Cheng Minghao's soaring mood fell instantly, cursing wildly in his heart.
Damn, people who have a good face but don't know how to cherish it should be dragged out and killed! !
"Brother Xiao..." He wanted to struggle again.
Yan Xiao had lost his patience, and stood up with his computer bag in his hand, ready to leave. As soon as he turned around, he met Ye Fei's smiling eyes.
Yan Xiao's steps froze in place instantly.
"Hi," Ye Fei walked in generously and said hello, "Going?"
"Yeah," Cheng Minghao knew Ye Fei, and answered with resentment, "Brother Fei, you are here too, what a coincidence, but we..."
"Don't go." Yan Xiao suddenly and quickly interrupted him.
Cheng Minghao was puzzled: "No, I won't go..."
Yan Xiao didn't let him continue, and quickly continued: "I accept your proposal based on the company's development."
Cheng Minghao didn't react for a while, and opened his mouth stupidly: "Huh?"
Yan Xiao: "I do hair."
Cheng Minghao, who tried hard to persuade him for an hour but failed: "???"
Stylist: "???"