Ye Qiuting was really scared. He thought that Ye Hansheng would at most be the same as last time, locking him in the garage for two days. But when he saw the plate of thin needles brought by the bodyguard, he finally realized that Ye Hansheng really didn't intend to let him go.
The thin needles on the tray reflected a faint cold light in the pale light of the underground garage, and his scalp exploded when he saw it.
He knew that Ye Hansheng was insane, and was forced to send him to a mental hospital by his father, but he didn't know that Ye Hansheng was so crazy.
Gritting his teeth, Ye Qiuting said with a pale face, "Father won't let you go if he finds out."
Ye Hansheng looked down at him condescendingly, without any fluctuation in his expression. He just casually picked up a sharp and slender needle from the tray, and stabbed it into the back of his hand bit by bit without changing his expression.
The needle didn't go halfway into the flesh, and stopped when it hit the bone. Ye Qiuting yelled and cursed in pain. His forehead was dripping with cold sweat, half of it was pain, and usually it was frightened.
But Ye Hansheng didn't seem to notice, he kept picking up another one in his hand, and pierced it in without blinking.
In just a few minutes, Ye Qiuting had already had ten needles on the back of his hand. His face was distorted in pain, but he didn't dare to continue insulting him.
He was really frightened by Ye Hansheng.
This man just sat in a wheelchair, his eyes were gloomy, his black pupils were like a bottomless abyss, and he didn't even blink when the needle was stuck into the back of his hand. This is not a human being, but a man-eating devil.
Ye Qiuting was almost scared out of his wits, but Ye Hansheng still didn't let him go. He wanted to bury this pain and fear deep in Ye Qiuting's heart, so that he would never dare to think of warmth again in his life.
Another thin needle pierced the back of the hand, Ye Qiuting's expression was dull, already numb from the pain, that hand seemed to have lost all feeling. But this time Ye Hansheng didn't let go, he held the thin needle with his fingertips, and twisted it bit by bit to drill in. The sharp needle couldn't pierce the hard bones, but it could pass through the soft tendons between the phalanges on the back of his hand. , the tip of the needle pierced the back of the hand and protruded from the palm of the hand, and the needle also pierced Ye Hansheng's fingertips because of too much force. The blood flowed down the thin needle, but he didn't even frown. He only fixed on Ye Qiuting with a pair of dark and gloomy eyes, and said slowly and gloomyly: "Remember today well, if you dare to touch him again, I will kill you." I want you to experience a hundred times more pain than today."
He straightened up, took the handkerchief handed over by the bodyguard and slowly wiped the blood on his fingers, glanced at the little star who was covering his head in shock, raised his chin, and said coldly: "Go over and watch with your eyes wide open. "
The little star trembled, not daring to look at it. But the two bodyguards had already caught her, dragged her over and threw her beside Ye Qiuting, ordering in a rough voice: "Open your eyes, watch!"
The little star could only open her eyes tremblingly. Ye Qiuting was lying on the ground like a dead dog, both hands were held down by bodyguards, and a dozen dazzling thin needles had already been pierced into her right hand. She panicked and subconsciously wanted to move away. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the indifferent man in the wheelchair, he could only grit his teeth and turn his head stiffly.
"Continue." The ghostly voice sounded again, and Ye Han ordered lightly, "Don't leave a single one."
The bodyguard got the order, picked up thin needles and pierced all of Ye Qiuting's hands.
When the tray finally became empty, Ye Qiuting didn't need to be pressed by anyone, and he didn't move any more. The pain on his body was no match for the psychological fear. His psychological defenses completely collapsed. He only opened his eyes wide, and lay on the ground like a fool. at every turn.
Little Star faced him face to face. She saw with her own eyes how the bodyguard stuck the needle into Ye Qiuting's hand. He threw himself in front of Ye Hansheng, pleading tearfully, "Boss Ye, I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, please forgive me, I dare not, Young Master Ye asked me to do it, I will never do it again." Dare to..."
Ye Hansheng looked at him in disgust, and said coldly, "Let's go."
The six burly bodyguards who followed surrounded him and walked out. Ye Qiuting and Xiao Xingxing were thrown in the garage, and the pale lights made it even more gloomy. Little Star sat on the ground slumped for an unknown amount of time before Ye Qiuting moved on the ground and struggled to get up.
His face was as white as a ghost, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his eyes full of fear shrank suddenly when he saw the little star. He didn't know where the strength came from. He stumbled to his feet and kicked the little star suddenly. On the chest of the star, he cursed bitterly: "It's your cousin who hurt me!"
The little star was caught off guard and fell to the ground by being kicked. Ye Qiuting pulled the wound on his hand. He twitched in pain, his whole face twisted and wrinkled together, but he wanted to vent his hatred and fear even more frantically.
He was frightened by Ye Hansheng, and he didn't dare to retaliate against Ye Hansheng, so he vented all his anger on Xiaoxingxing, his eyes were red, panting heavily, he pulled out the needle on the back of his hand in pain, and stabbed Xiaoxing randomly. on the star.
The little star screamed in pain, and the two just started fighting in the underground garage...
Ye Hansheng no longer cares about the situation in the underground garage. He brought Ye Qiuting over. The first is to fight Wen Run with an eye for an eye, and the second is to let Ye Qiuting firmly remember that anyone who dares to touch him has to weigh it up, whether he can afford the price.
Now his purpose has been achieved.
Although he had no intention of getting Wen Run into his fight with the Ye family, but he cared about only a few people, and he couldn't do it if he ignored Wen Run and pretended not to care. In this case, as long as he treats Wen Run well, The Ye family will find out sooner or later. What he can do is to make an example to the monkeys, so that the Ye family will be afraid, and they will not dare to touch Wenrun casually.
Asking the bodyguard to push him upstairs, Ye Hansheng squeezed the hand sanitizer and washed his hands carefully. The round wound on the fingertips was no longer bleeding. He dried his hands and went to the bedroom to change into a casual shirt and trousers without a tie. He put on a light brown vest vest over the shirt, and then put on a coat of the same color.
Turning to the mirror and taking a look, the man in the mirror frowned, and there was still a lingering hostility on his face. He reached out and rubbed between his brows again, squeezed out a smile stiffly, and made sure that his expression was not too scary and that he was well dressed so that he would not look old before letting the bodyguard drive him out.
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When Wen Run came out of the building after recording the show, it was already dark. One of the two assistants took what was in his hands and the other handed him warm honey water. Wen Run took a sip to moisten his throat, and said with a smile: "It's been so hard after waiting for so long, let's go to eat first and then go back to the hotel?" After speaking, he looked at Zheng Xuan inquiringly.
Zheng Xuan nodded and asked his assistant to drive the car over. While waiting for the car, Zheng Xuan's cell phone rang. He answered the phone and said a few words. After hanging up, he whispered to Wen Run: "Boss Ye came to City C on a business trip and happened to be nearby. He remembered what happened last time and wanted to Please have a meal."
Wen Run was slightly surprised, and there was a little secret joy in his heart. He didn't expect to meet him by such a coincidence, so he agreed with a smile.
The assistant drove over, Zheng Xuan gave an address, and the four of them went there together.
It has been more than a month since the two last met.
After the needle hiding incident last time, many friends called to express their condolences, but Ye Hansheng didn't even hear from him. Wen Run secretly felt a little lost, thinking about whether he just dealt with it on the surface in the past few times, but actually didn't treat him in his heart. as friends. Then he thought that Ye Hansheng was always busy with things, maybe he didn't know what happened on the Internet, and he was a little bit disappointed, so he pressed it down again. He didn't expect that after such a long time, he still remembered it.
Wen Run thought, he must have been too busy before.
When I met him at the restaurant, seeing his slightly thinner, more angular face, Wen Run confirmed his guess even more. Sure enough, I was too busy, maybe I didn't have a good meal and rest. Wen Run glanced at him quietly, thinking like an old lady in his heart, but on his face he was well-behaved and polite and greeted Ye Hansheng.
Ye Qiuting waited for the solution to be resolved before coming to see him. Ye Hansheng couldn't move his eyes as soon as they fell on him, forcing himself to look away. Ye Hansheng coughed lightly and asked warmly: "The two new assistants are still used to ?"
Wen Run nodded. The two assistants were very careful and experienced. He is aware of some methods and unspoken rules in the circle, and takes good care of him, and reminds him of the details of problems that he sometimes doesn't notice.
Although he was a little less talkative, he was more stable.
Ye Hansheng's face softened again, "Such things will not happen again in the future."
He made a pun, but Wen Run didn't know the hidden meaning, just bent his eyes and nodded vigorously, "Well, I will pay attention to it myself."
Afterwards, Wen Run also reflected on himself, and felt that his awareness of vigilance was not strong enough. This was the first time a fan came to visit the class, he was only concerned about being happy, and had to see for himself when he received the gift, but he forgot to be cautious. As a result, Liu Feng was implicated.
Knowing that he was inexperienced in many areas, Wen Run simply followed the advice of the two assistants. Even if he was a little unaccustomed at first, he quickly adapted.
Ye Han sized him up and felt relieved when he saw that there was no haze on his face.
The three of them had a meal, and Ye Hansheng had no reason to stay any longer, so he bid farewell to Wen Run and left.
Ye Hansheng went back to City B that night, while Ye Qiuting and the little star remained locked in the garage for two days before letting him go.
After seven or eight days of calm, Ye Maokai called him, as Ye Hansheng expected, with a hint of anger in his voice.
"Get out of here immediately!"
Ye Hansheng didn't want to pay attention to it at first, he never liked to go back to the Ye family's old house, but he was in a good mood this day, and suddenly wanted to take a good look at the angry faces of these people.
The Ye family became more and more angry. The happier he is.
Ye Hansheng finished his work at the company, and at seven or eight o'clock in the evening he asked the driver to take him to Ye's old house in a leisurely manner.
The old house at this point was brightly lit, Ye Maokai sat in the main seat, Qiu Jihe and his children sat on the side. Ye Qiuting was also there, his face was still pale, as if he hadn't recovered from the torture, his hands were wrapped in bandages, and he sat beside his mother with a blank expression. Qiu Jihe put his arms around him with a sad look on his face.
Ye Hansheng turned the wheelchair and entered slowly. His eyes swept over Ye Qiuting lightly, and he saw his body tremble, and he hid behind Qiu Jihe, and the smile on his face increased.
Seeing this scene, Ye Maokai's expression darkened, pointing at him and cursing: "Niety! Is this how you treat your own brother?"
There was a sneer on the corner of Ye Hansheng's mouth, but it was rare that he did not get angry, but sneered coldly: "I don't remember when my mother gave birth to a younger brother for me."
Ye Mao choked, stared at him for a long time before scolding "Bastard"!
Qiu Jihe, who was sitting on the side, sobbed softly and looked at Ye Hansheng with tears in his eyes, "Hansheng, I know you have always misunderstood your father and me, but Qiu Ting is your younger brother after all, if he did something wrong, you can tell me, How could you torture him so cruelly?"
One sentence evoked the most taboo past events of the father and son, and blamed the son first. After Qiu Jihe had no choice but to question, he hugged his son and wept silently.
Ye Mao's anger was immediately aroused, and he picked up the teacup at hand and threw it at him, "You still don't admit your mistake to your brother and mother!"
Ye Hansheng manipulated the wheelchair to dodge, not letting him hit it.
He looked surprised, "You called me back out of nowhere, what's wrong with me?"
Ye Mao was trembling with anger, while Ye Qiurui poured him a cup of tea to comfort him, her eyes were cold but her voice was soft and soft: "My little brother went to city C, and when he came back, his hand was hurt, and he was tortured a lot. Big Brother was also in City C at the time, right?"
Ye Han gave a faint "hmm" and looked at Ye Qiuting, "You think I did it?"
"Who else could it be if it wasn't you?!" Ye Maokai said angrily again.
Ye Han smiled, fixed his eyes on Ye Qiuting, and asked lightly: "Did I hurt your hand?"
Ye Qiuting shuddered, subconsciously wanting to say yes, but seeing his dark gaze, and thinking of him torturing himself like a devil that day, the little courage in his heart immediately dissipated. Ye Qiuting hunched his shoulders, not daring to look at him, but slowly shook his head, saying no.
Ye Han turned around and smiled at Ye Maokai.
Ye Maokai's face suddenly became a little embarrassed. When the younger son came back, he was tortured out of shape, and he was rushed to the hospital. When he came back, his wife cried and told him to avenge his son. He mentioned that Ye Hansheng was also in City C. He thought that he had imprisoned his youngest son for two days last time, so he took it for granted that Ye Hansheng was responsible this time.
Who knew it wasn't.
Ye Maokai glared at Qiu Jihe complainingly, and couldn't bear to say that he was wrong, so he could only poke his neck and say: "Since I made it clear, then let's forget about it. It's not early today, so you can rest at home. It's just right Follow me to the company tomorrow."
Ye Hansheng was well aware of his mannerisms, and upon hearing the words, he only said indifferently: "Forget it." After saying that, he turned and went out.
"You really don't care about the Ye family? This is the century-old foundation of the Ye family!" Ye Maokai said angrily behind him.
This son was smart since he was a child, and was raised by his grandfather himself. It has always been his pride. But after the car accident, he separated from him, and once fell ill and wanted to kill his relatives with a knife. He once hated and angered his son so much, so he just ignored him in the past few years, but now Mrs. Ye has a problem. , many shareholders were secretly complaining, and he thought of this abandoned son again.
He thought that Ye Hansheng would readily agree, but he never thought that he would refuse anyway.
Ye Han's voice didn't stop for a moment, only a faint voice came, "What does it have to do with me if Mrs. Ye falls?"
He calmly waited for the driver to open the door and get into the car. During this period, I didn't look back once.
Ye Mao fell back angrily, but there was nothing he could do.
Seeing that his complexion was bad, Qiu Jihe didn't dare to say anything more. He gave his daughter a wink, and sent his son upstairs to rest on the pretext. The mother and son hid in the room to discuss.
As soon as the door was closed, Qiu Jihe angrily swept the vase on the table to the ground, and looked at his cowering son with hatred, "What happened to you just now? Even if he really didn't do it, you have to bite him to death." Do it! How do I usually teach you?!"
Ye Qiuting flinched, his face turned pale, his eyes wandered.
Ye Qiurui pulled her to sit down, but she was not so angry about what happened just now, but said with some worry: "Mom, don't you think Ye Hansheng is different today?"
"Is he ill?"
Qiu Jihe was taken aback for a moment, and the anger on his face dissipated, showing some worry. She still remembers the scene when Ye Hansheng rushed into the old house with a knife to kill someone. It was she who bribed the doctor and labeled Ye Hansheng as a grief-stricken and insane person. Ye Maokai was very angry that time, and under her teasing, he really sent him to a mental hospital for treatment.
Qiu Jihe went to see it once, and it was full of lunatics. Even if you are not mentally ill, you will be crazy if you go in and stay for a while.
really. Later, although Ye Hansheng was picked up, he was also crippled, and I heard that he had received psychological treatment for a long time. Every time he came to the old house these years, his mood would be very irritable, and if she fanned the flames in the middle, it was not uncommon for the father and son to fight.
However, this time, Ye Hansheng seemed to be much calmer. Even when Ye Maokai mentioned the dead Gu Siyu, he didn't see him go crazy.
Thinking of what Ye Maokai said, Qiu Jihe was worried. This was not the situation she wanted to see.
When Ye Hansheng came out of the old house, he immediately felt refreshed. He felt that he was the one who got into a dead end before, and it was enough to just watch the Ye family jump, so why should he get involved in it himself.
With a smile on his face, he tapped his finger on the armrest of the wheelchair, and ordered softly, "Show off the matter of Zhong Ling raising a lover outside."
Zhong Ling is Ye Qiurui's husband. He has no talent, but he has a good skin and can coax people, especially Ye Qiurui. Ye Qiurui has a lot of heart for this husband.
If she knew that Zhong Ling was taking care of lovers behind her back, not just one, she didn't know what expression she would have.