Human voices came out of the empty living room suddenly, and Jiang Kezhou's hairs exploded in an instant. With a trembling hand, he accidentally turned off the light that had just been turned on. In the darkness, his whole body was stiff and his heart was beating like a drum. He could only hear the sound of footsteps gradually approaching, and then a hand passed over him and pressed the switch of the entrance, taking advantage of the opportunity to wrap his cold fingertips around him, and asked uncertainly: "Why, what are you afraid of?" with you?"
He felt the condescending gaze of the man across from him, and his hot breath hit his temples. Such a close distance would make people feel depressing, but Jiang Kezhou subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, pulled his hand back, pushed his wrist lightly, opened the distance between the two, and put the briefcase back on the cabinet , changing the subject: "It's okay. Why don't you turn on the lights at night?"
"It's late at night," Ye Zheng snorted coldly, "Where did you go?"
"Also drinking," he lowered his head, sniffed Jiang Kezhou's neck, his face stretched out, and his tone was mocking: "It seems that you are having a good time."
"Just after we broke up, you've been out in the wild and can't stay at home. You're a turned serf who sings. You can't wait to make a clean break with me, right?"
As soon as Ye Zheng opened his mouth to Jiang Kezhou, he knew that things were going to be bad. This young master can drive people to death when he is mean. Although they broke up, Jiang Kezhou knew that Ye Zheng was not a reasonable person. When he got angry, he didn't care who you were or whether you broke up or not. So Jiang Kezhou didn't dare to push him anymore, and maintained the posture of being pressed half-body on the cabinet, and explained in a good voice: "You think too much, really. There are two new children in our department, and my colleagues have dinner. Show up," he glanced at Ye Zheng, and sincerely asked for his opinion: "Is it?"
Ye Zheng stared at him suspiciously, looking a little dissatisfied. Jiang Kezhou changed his shoes and walked into the house, asking him, "Why did you come here suddenly? Are you doing nothing else at night?"
These words hit Ye Zheng again for some reason, and he said with a sullen face, "I haven't settled with you yet, but you asked me first."
Jiang Kezhou went to the room to hang up his clothes, and when he came out, he took a glass of water from the water dispenser and put it in front of Ye Zheng. He sat down opposite him, and pretended to have a long talk: "Speak well. I don't know anything yet. Well, where did I offend you, tell me, let me understand, okay?"
In fact, he could simply end the conversation simply by saying "it's none of your business to break up", and he would also avoid Ye Zheng's yin and yang aura from all directions. However, Jiang Kezhou has been with Ye Zheng for three years, and he understands his dog-like temper very well, so he can only ask for trouble if he encounters a tough one, so he simply admits it and admits it. Maybe Ye Zheng will not pursue it because of his good attitude. up.
Ye Zheng took a sip of water, and found that it was the same cup he used to use. The tension in his heart suddenly relaxed a little, but his face still held: "I asked Liu Zhun to send you back yesterday, what did he tell you? ?”
Jiang Kezhou was dumbfounded: "Huh?"
"I asked you to report my safety when you get home," Ye Zheng glared at him angrily, "You forget something with your paws down, and you still have the face of 'ah'?"
Jiang Kezhou thought hard for half a minute, and finally remembered the troubled matter last night, and suddenly felt guilty and touched his phone. Ye Zheng stared at him with a frosty face: "It seems that I was being sentimental, and I stopped by to take a look when you didn't reply. I didn't expect Mr. Jiang to play outside, so it seemed that I was meddling. Um?"
Jiang Kezhou made him "hmm" until his legs almost went limp: "Will you listen to my explanation?"
Ye Zheng said with a debt-collecting face of "If you can't explain well, you will kowtow to death in front of me", "Say."
"I... Well, I was going to send you a text message yesterday. But," he said cautiously, "as soon as I clicked to send, the phone ran out of power and turned off automatically."
"I thought it was sent."
"So off to bed..."
Under Ye Zheng's gaze, his voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end he was so embarrassed that he didn't have the face to look up. He secretly cursed in his heart that he would not have taken advantage of the loophole if he knew it earlier.
Besides, why Ye Zheng couldn't take it anymore and insisted on staring at him? He was the one who said to break up, and he was also the one who blocked people in the middle of the night. At this time, instead of avoiding suspicion, he rushed forward. Are you planning to perform "Unforgettable" with him
Ye Zheng stretched out his hand: "Give me the phone."
Jiang Kezhou didn't expect to keep any privacy in front of him, and handed over the phone with a low eyebrow. Ye Zheng didn't flip through it, and opened the text message page directly. The top was indeed his name and unsent drafts, and the time was early last night.
In fact, he was not very satisfied with those six words. But you have to leave room for being a human being, and you can't push too hard, so Ye Zheng put down the phone and said lightly: "This is not an example."
Jiang Kezhou quickly knelt down for him: "Okay, let's not make an example."
There was a brief silence in the living room, and Jiang Kezhou glanced at the wall clock in the living room pointedly.
The late-night visitor has also performed, and Xingshi’s questioning of the crimes has also been finished, so it’s time to drive back to the palace now
He looked across, but Ye Zheng raised his hand to support his forehead, and closed his eyes wearily.
Jiang Kezhou suddenly remembered what he said "on the way". When he came back, he saw a familiar car downstairs. Now that he thought about it, it was most likely Ye Zheng's car. Mr. Ye always takes the driver with him when he goes out, and rarely drives by himself. If he is on the way today, the driver should be with him.
But there was obviously no one in the car downstairs.
A strange idea slowly emerged in Jiang Kezhou's mind. He subconsciously avoided thinking about it, but he had to admit that this was the only reasonable explanation:
Maybe there was no way at all, and Ye Zheng came to block people on purpose.
But they have broken up.
"Mr. Ye," Jiang Kezhou said softly, "It's getting late, you should go back."
Ye Zheng closed his eyes and did not move.
Jiang Kezhou tentatively called again: "Boss Ye?"
Ye Zheng seemed to be awakened by him, and rubbed his temples with his fingertips propped on his forehead, his eyes half-opened, as if a little impatient: "Why are you called Mr. Ye again?"
Jiang Kezhou's heart trembled suddenly, and his fingers curled up unconsciously, as if caught off guard by these words.
When he was brought to bed by Ye Zheng for the first time, Ye Zheng also said the same to him.
Jiang Kezhou managed to regain his composure, got up and walked around the coffee table to Ye Zheng. He was a little short-sighted and usually didn't wear glasses. When he got closer, he saw that the skin on Ye Zheng's neck was slightly red behind his ears and where Ye Zheng's hands were not blocking.
He suddenly realized something was wrong: "What's wrong with you? Is it hot? Or is it uncomfortable?"
Hearing his voice, Ye Zheng raised his breath, straightened his back, and pulled himself together: "It's okay."
"Take your hand away and let me have a look," Jiang Kezhou pulled his hand away without hesitation, sat sideways on the armrest of the sofa, touched his forehead to test his temperature, and then grabbed his finger, "I have a fever, my hands are so cold , Are you catching a cold? Or is there an inflammation somewhere? Is your headache hurting? Huh?"
Jiang Kezhou is a gentle and considerate person by nature, and he prefers softness to toughness. Regardless of his status, he always has an innate sense of responsibility for the fragility exposed to him. It's a person like Ye Zheng who is used to being strong, who is uncomfortable but still tough.
Jiang Kezhou's hand was cool, and Ye Zheng felt very comfortable when it was pressed against his hot forehead, and a cold thermometer was stuffed under his armpit. He was a little tired when he came, and he thought he was angry at Jiang Kezhou, but he had a fever. A few years ago, when he got sick, he had to endure it or go home and lie down and wait for the nanny to take care of him. Jiang Kezhou took care of him a few times when he was drunk, but unfortunately he was so drunk that he couldn't remember it at all. Ye Zheng had never soberly seen Jiang Kezhou's busy running around, and he felt very happy to see him frowning looking for medicine.
ten minutes later.
"38 degrees 5. Why do you have a fever all of a sudden?" With a few pills in his open palm, Jiang Kezhou handed the water to his hand, not without worry, "Take the medicine first, for those with a cold and fever, I really can't get rid of it." Just go to the hospital."
"It's just a cold, just take the medicine and sleep." Ye Zheng lazily leaned on the back of the sofa, without reaching out to take the medicine, he just opened his mouth and waited for it. Jiang Kezhou had no choice but to feed him with his own hands, and let him drink a few sips of water with his hands: "Call for Xiao Liu to pick you up?"
"Go back and torment others for what?"
Oh, it sounds reasonable to stay and torment me when you don't torment others.
Ye Zheng stared at him with the eyes of "If you have an opinion, let it rot in your stomach", and said: "I won't leave tonight, I will stay here."
Jiang Kezhou nodded against his will.
He found a few pieces of Ye Zheng's clothes from the closet that he hadn't had time to pack before the business trip, and unpacked new toiletries for him, and vacated the master bedroom for the patient. Ye Zheng walked into the bedroom familiarly after washing up, his cheeks were flushed from the heat, and he lay on the bed, wrapped in a thick quilt by Jiang Kezhou.
Turn off the overhead light, leaving only a dim night light by the bed, the side face of the man buried in the pillow and quilt is unexpectedly handsome and quiet, exhaustion conceals the sharpness, and the light softens the sharp lines, tightening his eyes. The corners of the lips made one couldn't help but want to reach out to smooth them. Jiang Kezhou sighed silently, tucked up the corner of the quilt, put a glass of water by the bed, and prepared to go to the guest room to sleep.
The moment he got up, Ye Zheng quickly grabbed his hand.
He pulled Jiang Kezhou to sit on the edge of the bed, tore his hands off his wrists and stuffed them back into the quilt: "Don't move around. What's wrong?"
Ye Zheng said in a nasal voice that didn't match his quick response, "I have a headache, please rub it for me."