Ye Zheng was shrouded in chills, listening to Jiang Kezhou's breathless voice coming from the crack of the door: "...It's a pity that it's all guesswork, there is no evidence."
Su Da: "Is the scene still preserved? Check the chains and iron cages for signs of man-made damage, or ask the people at the dog farm, and you can always find clues."
Jiang Kezhou: "Even if the public power intervenes, the investigation may not follow this speculation. After all, there is no death, only minor injuries, nothing can be found out, forget it."
"What about Ye Zheng?" Su Da asked, "How dare he just let things go? Did you get bitten by a dog for nothing?"
Hearing his name suddenly, Ye Zheng's fingers hanging by his side tightened slightly.
"If I were him, I would do the same," Jiang Kezhou said, "It is right to suppress this matter. The first involves personal privacy, and the second is to reduce constraints. Once this kind of matter is put on the table In the end, external factors will bring great resistance, and in the end both sides will suffer, and the gains outweigh the losses.”
Su Da sneered: "That's why he kept it from you, and turned the big thing into a small thing. The bad guys get away with it, and you squat in the hospital and get moldy."
Jiang Kezhou: "The temperature outside is -5 degrees below zero, so let me see if you're having a bad day—it's something you have to do. It's understandable. As long as you give me a satisfactory result in the end. As for the process, he doesn't want me to know. Then I don't know, don't worry."
Su Da wanted to pull his collar and roar: "Have you been lowered by Ye Zheng?! Why did he make you so heartbroken?"
Jiang Kezhou laughed: "With me, good-looking people have privileges."
Suda: "..."
He was silent for a moment, pretending he didn't hear the words, and asked cautiously but worriedly: "Xiao Chuaner, you are here to excuse him, but he may not be considerate of you. Just in case... I mean just in case, Ye Zheng I didn’t give you a reasonable explanation, what should you do?”
There was a sudden silence in the ward.
Ye Zheng, who was standing outside the door, held his breath, and his heart was hanging leisurely, looking forward to it, but also a little scared, as if he was waiting for a long-overdue verdict.
After a long time, Jiang Kezhou sighed softly.
"I don't know," he said.
It wasn't any expected answer, Ye Zheng's heart was suddenly empty, relieved or disappointed, there was nothing, only a loss full of nowhere to go.
The heating in the hospital building was fully turned on, and the chill on his body had long dissipated. Ye Zheng put his hands in his pockets, turned around and left the ward, took the elevator downstairs, and came to the cold and windy open air.
He dialed a number, and after three rings, a young voice answered the phone: "Boss Ye."
"It's me," Ye Zheng frowned, "Check out the people around me for me. Is there anyone who has been closer to Yan Jia recently? Also, I want to go through the investigation on the incident of the leaking photo last time." Report, send it to me as soon as possible."
"Yes, President Ye."
Due to the special needs of the entertainment industry, Ye Zheng is used to seeing unexpected situations where artists and managers deceive each other, and the media or insiders finally broke the news, but the company didn't even have time to respond. In order to avoid these troubles, he raised a The investigation team specializes in responding to these emergencies and regularly issues investigation reports to him. Later, the scope of investigation gradually expanded to other fields, and this team has now become a professional "secret agent" under Ye Zheng.
The surveillance video of Xihua Shengjing Hotel that night had made him secretly suspicious, but Yan Jia's performance was perfect without any direct evidence, and he was a big cash cow that Ye Zheng held up with his own hands, and he had a deep foundation in the company. If not necessary, Ye Zheng would not touch him easily.
This matter can only be investigated and dealt with secretly. Ye Zheng knew that Jiang Kezhou was willing to be considerate, but he didn't want this tolerance to become a grievance that Jiang Kezhou would swallow.
And the phrase "I don't know" also made him feel uneasy.
When Ye Zheng had enough cold wind to go upstairs, Su Da had already left. Jiang Kezhou leaned on the bed, smiled at him and said, "I'm back. Is it cold outside?"
With the heating fully turned on in the room, Ye Zheng took off his coat to wash his hands. After drying off, he hugged Jiang Kezhou across the quilt, and put a cold kiss on his face: "The sky is cloudy, it may snow tonight."
Jiang Kezhou turned his head and looked out the window, then at Ye Zheng: "When will I be discharged from the hospital? Today the doctor came to round the ward and said that the wound has healed."
Ye Zheng raised his eyebrows.
Jiang Kezhou was startled, and then understood immediately, and said dumbfoundedly: "It's true! Why do I lie to you every day when I have nothing to do, and I'm in a hurry? If you don't believe me, go ask Dr. Lin yourself."
"I blame you for having too many criminal records, so I have to guard against it," Ye Zheng smiled and pulled his wrist, looking at the dark red scar on his palm, "Want to go home?"
At this time, there were only the two of them in the ward, and the air was quiet. Ye Zheng lowered his head slightly, his neck stretched out an elegant and slender arc, Jiang Kezhou's hand rested in his warm palm, and when he heard him say the word "go home", his mind moved, and suddenly he felt like a tired bird. The soothing tranquility of homing in comes.
Drawn by this inexplicable emotion, he rarely gave a candid "Yes", Ye Zheng watched him with a smile, his tone was soft, as if coaxing a child: "Okay, I'll go home tomorrow."
A villa area within the third ring road.
The two came out of the garage and walked across the garden. The aunt at home was waiting in the hall early, took the bag in Ye Zheng's hand, bowed and said, "Hello, Mr. Ye, and Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Kezhou nodded in return, and Ye Zheng pulled him to change his shoes and entered the door, saying: "I have someone move the things over there and put them in the bedroom. The environment here is good, and it's quieter to live in."
Ye Zheng basically doesn't bring people from outside home. He is a very territorial person and has a cleanliness habit, so he subconsciously feels unclean. Even Yan Jia didn't spend the night here when he was in the limelight, but Jiang Kezhou was special, which attracted Ye Zheng to make exceptions for him time and time again.
Ye Zheng owns several properties in the city, including the duplex apartment where the two met for the first time and the house where Jiang Kezhou lives now. That house was the closest to Ye Zheng's company, and he would sometimes live there when he was busy. When Jiang Kezhou suddenly fell ill, Ye Zheng scolded fiercely, but in fact he still felt distressed, so he simply put him under his nose after he graduated. There is also the villa in front of him - a place that Ye Zheng can truly call "home".
The floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room on the first floor lead directly to the garden, with a large amount of skylight, and it is also bright and majestic in winter. The second floor is the master bedroom and study cloakroom, and the third floor is the guest room.
Jiang Kezhou only showed his face in the living room, and was immediately taken upstairs by Ye Zheng to rest. There is a large wardrobe in the master bedroom. When it is opened, his and Ye Zheng's clothes are divided into half, and the rest are hung in the cloakroom. Ye Zheng gave him his pajamas, telling him to change quickly and go back to bed. However, after Jiang Kezhou stayed in the hospital for a few days, he felt the smell of disinfectant all over his body, so he couldn't lie on Ye Zheng's bed at all. He wanted to stay in the guest room, but of course Ye Zheng refused, so Jiang Kezhou had no choice but to take a bath, but Ye Zheng refused even more: "The wound is not healed, what should I do if it gets infected by water? Why are you so particular about it? "
If it wasn't because of your business...
Jiang Kezhou swallowed this sentence abruptly, and patiently fought with Ye Zheng for three hundred rounds, almost forcing him to die, and finally won a chance to take a bath, but he couldn't do it himself.
Ye Zheng folded his arms and stared at him: "Come on, use your little paw wrapped in a steamed bun to scoop some water and show me."
Jiang Kezhou: "..."
In the end, the one who "had no holes in his body" dragged a certain patient into the bathroom to wash himself in and out by virtue of his overwhelming advantage. Jiang Kezhou went in white and came out red, and was wrapped in a thick bathrobe by Ye Zheng and carried out of the bathroom. The heating in the room was turned on extremely high. He was ill, his immunity was weakened, and he had already caught a cold once in the hospital. Ye Zheng was afraid that he would catch another cold, so he didn't dare to take it lightly, and treated him like a national treasure giant panda.
The giant panda sat cross-legged on the bed with its hair blown tousled, looking a little dazed. He was wrapped in a soft bathrobe, with only a small piece of skin exposed at the lapel. If the white bandage around his neck was ignored, it would be like a tempting and delicious snack.
"Go and change quickly, and don't catch a cold anymore." He pushed Ye Zheng, "My hair is already dry."
"Lie down," Ye Zheng pushed him down on the bed, "Does your shoulder hurt? Isn't the bandage wet?"
Jiang Kezhou shook his head on the pillow, his face was still a little red, Ye Zheng looked amused, lowered his body and leaned over: "How many times have I seen it... still shy?"
Jiang Kezhou resisted the desire to turn his head away and bury his face in the pillow, pretending to look at him calmly: "Next time I'm wearing clothes, you can try taking them off too."
"Do you want to see it?" Ye Zheng raised his eyebrows and reached out to unbutton his shirt, "It's okay for me to take it off now."
Jiang Kezhou simply closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.
He heard Ye Zheng's low muffled laughter pressed into his chest, and then his warm lips pressed against him, sweeping lightly and swiftly in his mouth, but stopped the car just in time. Ye Zheng avoided his injured shoulder, put his hands on both sides of his pillow, and pecked and kissed his earlobe once and for all: "Honey, I'm not a gentleman, if you put on such a face again I really can't bear the look on my face."
The effect was immediate, Jiang Kezhou opened his eyes abruptly.
Ye Zheng looked at him for a while, and said, "Why don't you lie flat and take office? If you look at me like this, I might choose to commit a crime."
Jiang Kezhou's gaze was like a knife, wishing he could nail him to the opposite wall.
The company asked for sick leave, so he "naturally" stayed at Ye Zheng's house. The three meals a day are taken care of by the aunt, and the TV and computer are used casually, and Ye Zheng, as the owner of an entertainment company, has many rare versions of DVDs at home. When Ye Zheng came home in the evening, he thought Jiang Kezhou would sit on the sofa and watch TV and surf the Internet, but there was no one in the living room.
He called his aunt: "Where is Kezhou?"
"Mr. Jiang is in the small study upstairs," the nanny replied with a smile, "Let me wait for you to go up and call him."
There are two study rooms at home, Ye Zheng usually works in the big study room, except for cleaning, he can't go in casually. Some important documents at home are in the safe. The small study room is surrounded by bookshelves, which are full of books. These are the books that I will read every day.
Ye Zheng went upstairs and pushed open the door. He just stepped in with one foot. Seeing the situation inside, he immediately relaxed his movements.
It was dark early in winter, and the study room without the overhead light was dim, except for a warm yellow light in the corner of the sofa. Jiang Kezhou had a thin blanket on his lap, and the half-read "The Wealth of Nations" was still spread out on his lap, but he had already fallen asleep peacefully leaning on the armrest.
The light illuminated his side face, and the room was so quiet that only the soft breathing of the two remained.
It wasn't until this moment that the wind and snow that Ye Zheng had brought back from the outside finally melted, turning into a warm mist that fell on his shoulders and hair.
go home.