On the first day of leaving the old and welcoming the new, the two almost overslept.
After a month of recuperation, Jiang Kezhou had good work and rest habits, and woke up before Ye Zheng. His pajamas were thrown on the carpet beside Ye Zheng's bed, and his bare back was pressed against the man's warm chest through a layer of soft silk. Something hard pinched his lower back, Jiang Kezhou's sleepy mind wandered for a while, and he suddenly woke up.
The lights in the fog, the New Year's bell, a plate of twice-heated dumplings... and the "reunion" that Ye Zheng held in front of him, which he never dared to hope for.
He gently lifted Ye Zheng's arm around his waist, moved it out of his warm embrace, and was about to get up, but found a red rope tied around his ankle at some point.
Six gold beads are threaded on the red string, and a safety buckle made of jade is embellished in the middle. There are carvings on the safety buckle, which cannot be seen clearly due to the inconvenience of posture. Jiang Kezhou didn't study jewelry. He guessed it might be Hetian or suet jade based on his feeling. The whole chain was not big, a little bigger than the ankle, and hung delicately on his lonely ankle. The gold and jade red lines set off the white skin, which looks very beautiful.
But why did Ye Zheng tie this to him
"Do you like it?" Taking advantage of the moment when he was in a daze, his warm and slender body followed suit. The man's chin rested on his shoulder, his lips brushed against his ears as if nonchalantly, and he hung lazily on his body, "Sitting next to me with no clothes on early in the morning, do you think I'm not strong enough?"
Jiang Kezhou put down his raised legs: "What is this?"
"Wear it, it's been lit in the temple, so it's safe," Ye Zheng hugged him by the waist, and put him on his lap, "Don't laugh... It's not superstitious, just for peace of mind. Those things last year are enough once." I have become a theist, and I can't lock you at home, so I have to lock you up. I don't have any complicated requirements, as long as you are safe and sound, free from illness and disaster... "
His unfinished words disappeared in the airtight deep kiss.
The two of them kept messing around until noon and didn't go downstairs. They didn't bother to cook, so they cooked two more bags of dumplings. Ye Zheng had the foresight to turn off his phone last night. The moment he turned it on, countless text messages and calls flooded in, almost crashing.
He slowly followed behind Jiang Kezhou, making phone calls and flirting with others. Jiang Kezhou was annoyed by him. The nose held back. The person who usually stands three feet off the ground suddenly becomes clingy, which makes his heart soften, like a puddle of toasted cotton candy, with a sweet softness all over his heart.
Jiang Kezhou opened the cupboard above his head and was about to take out the tableware when Ye Zheng suddenly hugged him from behind, walked over him and took out two plates, and took a bite of the back of his neck unexpectedly.
Jiang Kezhou was helpless and funny: "Are you still eating?"
"Well," Ye Zheng ignored his face and hugged his waist coquettishly, "I want to eat you even more."
"Okay, it's not the first time the big girl got on the sedan chair, she's been eating it for several years, so be careful." Jiang Kezhou was unmoved, he picked up the last dumpling in the pot with a colander, and stuffed the plate into Ye Zheng's hand : "Dinner."
Ye Zheng swept the tip of his nose from his shoulders and neck all the way to his ears, and sighed softly at his temples: "You know the taste from the marrow...you don't understand the style of the stick."
In the fiercely competitive entertainment industry during the Lunar New Year holiday, the Spring Festival is more like a battlefield full of smoke and fire than a leisure holiday. As a "privileged class", Ye Zheng stole half a day's leisure, and only rested at home for two days, and had to go back to the company for a meeting on the third day. Fortunately, the two of them have been together for three years, and they are not young boys who have just tasted love. Otherwise, with Ye Zheng's character, it is estimated that they will go all out and become a foolish king who "will never go to court sooner".
On the morning of the fourth day of the lunar new year, before Aunt Xie came back, Jiang Kezhou brought breakfast to the table and asked Yan Zhixing, who came to pick him up, to wait a while, and went upstairs to wake Ye Zheng up. I took advantage of it several times. When Mr. Ye and his old man went downstairs refreshed, Assistant Yan's face was almost green.
Yan Zhixing didn't know what ecstasy soup his boss was poured into by Jiang Kezhou. For a straight man like him, Jiang Kezhou is at best an ordinary, gentle, slightly indifferent ordinary man, who may be suitable as a friend, but it will never make people fascinated. But Ye Zheng seemed to be addicted to him. He lost his composure, became anxious and even ignored him. He clearly said to break up, but he never really let go.
"Let's go. Don't stand outside, there is wind at the door." Ye Zheng put his arms around his back, lowered his head and kissed his forehead, "You take care of the house obediently, goodbye baby."
"Okay, why don't you just go to work, and you want to send him off?" Jiang Kezhou pushed him out of the door, "Don't keep Mr. Yan waiting, go and say goodbye."
Ye Zheng didn't speak or move, he just stood at the door and glanced at him with resentment. Jiang Kezhou's hairs all exploded when he saw him: "Cough... I'm going to be late."
Ye Zheng raised his eyebrows.
Jiang Kezhou was about to kneel down to his bullshit, but his old habits were hard to change, he always subconsciously gave in to Ye Zheng, so he leaned over and pecked his sharp chin: "It's okay this time, right? "
Barely qualified.
President Ye nodded noncommittally in order to maintain a deep and unfathomable attitude. Unexpectedly, Jiang Kezhou couldn't accurately receive his brainwaves, and thought he was having sex, but seeing that this person couldn't be coaxed well, he became so heartbroken that he simply became ashamed. He pulled Ye Zheng's shoulders hard, put his lips against his ears, and said in a breathy voice: "Since you don't want to go to work so much, why don't you go?"
Ye Zheng's body froze obviously. Jiang Kezhou lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes swept out from the corners of his eyes, seductive for no reason, like a small brush scratching at the tip of a person's heart, he said with a half-smile: "Just continue what you didn't finish last time... Are you Don't you want to hear this?"
Ye Zheng: "..."
If it weren't for the fact that there were still a bunch of business matters waiting for him to deal with, he would have made this lifeless bastard cry and swallow this sentence back.
"It's been a few years since I've seen someone who dared to tease me like this." Ye Zheng pinched Jiang Kezhou's chin, his face was full of joy, and his words were full of approval, "You have a strong character. I hope you have such a backbone in bed tonight, baby."
The two looked at each other, and the sparks were electrified and black smoke was emitted all the way.
Ye Zheng closed the door and left. Jiang Kezhou waited for the sound of the car engine to disappear completely, then took a step back and leaned against the door frame, letting out a long breath.
His cheeks burned belatedly, he knew that he had gone too far this time, so he was somewhat guilty. It's not that I'm worried about what Ye Zheng is willing to do to him, but I'm listening to him. If I talk too fast today, I'm afraid I'll have to take practical actions to pay back tonight.
Ye Zheng has no strange hobbies in this regard, at most, the cleaning work is more cumbersome. In the past, although I didn't take care of my bed partner's feelings very much, I just vented my desires, and I was happy when I was finished, but I never tossed others.
In Jiang Kezhou's impression, the only time he went crazy was at a certain banquet, which was also one of the few public appearances Jiang Kezhou made in Ye Zheng's social circle. The venue was not clean at the time, someone handed Ye Zheng a glass of wine with spices, neither of them knew about it, but Jiang Kezhou took the wrong glass and drank it for him, and Ye Zheng immediately took him to the hotel room when the drug happened. Ye Zheng originally planned to let him get through it by himself, but he had a very strong reaction to the medicine, and he couldn't do without people. I don't know what attracted Ye Zheng to his appearance at that time, and he had a seizure with alcohol and medicine. The two of them tossed until the next morning. Afterwards, Jiang Kezhou couldn't get out of bed for a day, and it took three weeks to recover .
Also after that, unless it was a gathering of very close friends, Ye Zheng no longer took him to any wine banquets. The reason is that with his accident physique, it is safer to stay at home.
Jiang Kezhou finished reminiscing about Things Past, smiled, and turned back to the restaurant to clean up the dishes. However, he never expected that Ye Zheng, the crow's mouth, made a conclusion a few years ago, and unfortunately it was once again true today.
—The accident came to the door.
Excluding the part-time workers who come to clean every day, there are only three permanent staff in this villa: Ye Zheng, Jiang Kezhou and Aunt Xie. Ye Zheng started to go to work in the third day, Jiang Kezhou went to work in the fifth day, and Aunt Xie expected to return from her hometown on the fifth day. That is to say, for so many days from the year before to the year after the year, only the fourth day of the junior high school, Jiang Kezhou would stay in the villa by himself.
When Jiang Kezhou saw that face on the videophone, he immediately realized that something was wrong. But he had already picked up the phone, and there was absolutely no possibility of putting it down, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and open the door.
Before the guests arrived, a little fluffy thing jumped in first, and let out a series of loud barks. Jiang Kezhou didn't even see what it was. When he heard the voice, his mind suddenly went crazy, his pupils constricted suddenly, and his face turned pale in an instant.
"This is..." He swayed for a while, holding onto the door before he stood still, his voice was mixed with the woman's high-pitched and sharp questioning, so low that he could hardly hear it, "Don't put it in..."
"How will you be here?!"
The woman is in her forties, but she is well maintained. Some people will believe that she is in her early thirties. She is a tall woman rarely seen among women. She is only a few centimeters shorter than Jiang Kezhou in high heels. She is full of jewels, with a string of emerald necklaces on her white neck, matching earrings and rings of the same style, willow-leaf eyebrows hanging from the tip of her eyes, her eyebrows are beautiful, but there is always a sense of excessive flying sharpness, which is very aggressive.
People of the same age as Jiang Kezhou will never be unfamiliar with this woman. This female star who was once a big hit in the entertainment industry, even after she died and married, is still the memory of youth and the goddess of childhood for many people.
Xihua Group Chairman Ye Chengzong's third wife, Ye Feng's biological mother, Song Jie.
Behind Song Jie was a young girl who looked a bit like Song Jie, carrying a bag in one hand and a leash in the other, letting her pet dog bark loudly. Her eyes didn't fall on Jiang Kezhou, but she looked past him to look at the whole villa.
"We two ladies are standing here, and we don't know how to give way." Song Jie stepped into the room with high heels, like a cockfighting cock, giving Jiang Kezhou by the door a little bit of contempt. , "At first glance, he was born in a small family and has no education."
Chapter 29
Jiang Kezhou stood holding the door for almost a minute before his blank mind gradually regained consciousness. He collected himself, turned around as if nothing had happened, and deliberately kept a little distance: "I didn't expect you to come today, I was far behind, and the family didn't have time to clean up. You are laughing at me."
"That's interesting. I'm an aunt who came to see Ye Zheng, so I don't need to report to you in advance." Song Jie seemed to have come here specially to trouble him. Serious master. Where's Ye Zheng? Where's Xie Ma?"
She can boss her around, but Jiang Kezhou can't ignore her demeanor. Even though the arrogance in Song Jie's words was about to break through the words and hit his face, Jiang Kezhou remained polite: "Mr. Ye has gone to work, and the nanny is on vacation and hasn't come back yet."
The young girl brought a British Pomeranian with a fierce facial expression, probably because she was afraid of seeing a stranger, and kept barking at him endlessly. Little did he know that Jiang Kezhou was even more afraid of it, and he walked around it, but he couldn't see it because the expression on his face was frozen: "Sit down, please. What would you like to drink?"
The girl didn't look at him all the time, with an impatient look on her face, without raising her head, she said: "Give me a glass of water—Come here, Maomao, come to Mommy."
Bo Mei rubbed back against the girl's palm, Song Jie glanced at her, and said to Jiang Kezhou, "Make a pot of tea."
With just one glance, Jiang Kezhou knew that the two of them were by no means monolithic, and that they were probably at odds with each other.
He turned around and went to the kitchen to pour water, and found that there was the local gold tea leaves that Ye Jun had given last time in the tea cabinet. With a thought, he unpacked the package and took out a piece of tea cake from it. The brewed black tea was served on the coffee table, with white smoke emitting from the mouth of the pot, Jiang Kezhou set the teacup in front of Song Jie, and asked gently, "Is it me, or are you doing it yourself?"
Song Jie frowned: "What do you mean?"
"I'm afraid you won't drink the tea I poured, and you'll talk dry after a while," he said unhurriedly, "so you want to come by yourself?"
Song Jie may not really want to drink tea, she just wants to find someone to play him. It's just that Jiang Kezhou took a step ahead and gave her a soft nail without making a sound. This pot of tea has been personally brewed and served by him. If Song Jie thinks it is not clean, she can only pour the tea by herself, and her momentum immediately loses a bit; but if Jiang Kezhou pours the tea for her, she will not have any seizures again. Opportunity, can only stare blankly.
In this way, Song Jie was neither advancing nor retreating, she stared at him angrily, her eyes almost burned a hole in Jiang Kezhou's body.
At this time, the girl who had been teasing the dog by the side said lightly: "Put it there, I'll do it."
Jiang Kezhou felt the cold sweat on his back from being frightened by the dog, and thought gloatingly: "She didn't wash her hands after touching the dog, so she might as well do it herself."
He smiled, put down the teapot, and made a "please" gesture.
Someone handed her the steps, Song Jie went down the donkey naturally, picked up the tea and took a sip, and immediately got up behind her body, frowning and questioning in a fuss: "Why does this tea smell musty? How long has it been left out? Why not?" Four miscellaneous brands dare to go up, Ye Zheng usually drinks tea like you are so perfunctory?!"
She was born in Qing court dramas, but she didn't expect that after all these years, she still has a familiar recipe and a familiar taste.
Jiang Kezhou blew away the tea smoke, with a slight smile on his lips, he said politely: "Mr. Ye doesn't drink much tea, the tea was given by Director Ye last month, I think the taste is pretty good."
Song Jie was stunned for a few seconds before realizing who the "Ye Dong" he was referring to was.
In today's Ye family, the most powerful person is not Mr. Ye, but the eldest son, Ye Jun. Song Jie originally wanted to get close to him back then, but unfortunately Ye Jun didn't buy it, so she simply rose to a higher level and became his little mother.
Song Jie has a lot of ambitions, and for this she suffered a lot from Ye Jun, and the life of her son Ye Feng is firmly in the hands of her two brothers. If Song Jie was afraid of Ye Zheng, then she was afraid of Ye Jun. As soon as Jiang Kezhou mentioned his name, Song Jie immediately stopped the topic.
Her brain, which was full of picking quarrels and provoking troubles, was working slowly. Song Jie finally realized that in the round of confrontation just now, she only made two innocuous words, and the man in front of her turned the blame on her for all other difficulties, not only did she not get any advantage , and was repeatedly blocked by him speechless.
Song Jie also fought all the way back then, trampling down countless talents to secure her position today. Although she was arrogant and conceited, she was not stupid, and immediately realized that she had made a mistake in her judgment. Jiang Kezhou was not the kind of poor little guy who could handle things at will. This is not the first time they met, at first she only thought of him as a soft persimmon of sugar daddy, an inconspicuous tree among the flowers and plants around Ye Zheng, but who knew it was actually a hard stubble with needles hidden in it and watertight.
No wonder he was the one standing next to Ye Zheng in the end.
"Why don't you talk anymore, co-authors came here today just to stare at each other?" The girl couldn't understand the turbulent tide between the two, and raised her chin impatiently at Jiang Kezhou, "No self-introduction one time?"
Aside from her camp and dogs, Jiang Kezhou has no ill feeling towards this girl. The girl doesn't talk much, she has a straightforward temper, but her IQ is not low, she is the jewel in the palm of a pampered family. However, Jiang Kezhou always felt that there was some prehistoric power under her beautiful and exquisite makeup, and her eyes were full of contempt for "you stupid humans".
"My surname is Jiang. I'm a friend of Mr. Ye. I stayed here for a while because of an injury."
Song Jie regained her composure at this moment, turning her face like turning over a book, using the high-profile and exaggerated tone unique to matchmaker Laxian, she seemed not proud and said: "This is my natal niece, Song Mianmian, who just came back from abroad." She Turning to Song Mianmian with a smile, "Your second brother has been busy with work these past few years, and there is no one around him who knows what's hot and cold. My aunt and his mother used to be good friends—his mother hugged you before, remember?" ?"
Song Mianmian thought with her toes and knew that Jiang Kezhou was sitting here, and she definitely had an affair with Ye Zheng, so she didn't answer, but just glanced at Jiang Kezhou.
Jiang Kezhou sat across from them and listened politely, neither interrupting nor expressing dissatisfaction, his expression was even kind, and he just smiled back at her gaze.
Song Jie said: "Ye Zheng's eldest brother is about to have a child, but he is still single. As an aunt, I always have to look out for him. From my point of view, you two are about the same age, you have the right background, you are both talented and beautiful." It couldn't be more suitable." She even asked Jiang Kezhou's opinion pointedly: "Mr. Jiang, am I right?"
Jiang Kezhou thought to himself, "Did you think I was dead just now? Why are you asking about me again?" He said nonsense, "Everything else is fine, but it's just a little inappropriate."
Song Jie was wary, for fear that he was planning some bad move: "Which point?"
Jiang Kezhou smiled: "The gender is inappropriate."
"Pfft—" Miss Song Mianmian didn't hold back, and let out a laugh.
"You...!" Song Jie almost turned him into a puffer fish, but out of consideration for face, she couldn't just yell at him and point at him, "Nonsense! Ye Zheng gave you a little face, and you will be so arrogant that you won't even know your last name." Forget it! What kind of onion are you? You are shameless hugging your thighs! I advise you to stop daydreaming, and don’t think that you can really marry into the door of Ye’s family smoothly. Ye Zheng will get tired of playing sooner or later , you have no money, no power, and you can't even have a child, why should you insist on him? Just because of your face?!"
When being pointed at his nose and scolded, Jiang Kezhou even had time to think: Although what she said was ugly, it was not completely unreasonable.
What can he give Ye Zheng? Apart from interests and blood relationship, what else maintains an intimate relationship between people
love
Love is the most insignificant thing.
Jiang Kezhou maintained a gentle expression at first, but as her words became more and more unpleasant, he lowered his eyes and looked at the teapot, his face still indifferent and quiet.
Song Mianmian was quite interested in him at the moment, so she snorted casually, smiled generously and said, "Okay, auntie calm down first."
She was speaking to Song Jie, but her eyes were fixed on Jiang Kezhou all the time, under the long and curly eyelashes there was a tiny, malicious light: "Men, it's inevitable that you want to be fresh for a while, it's no big deal. Play for a while." Forget about playing, can he still go on a crooked path for the rest of his life? No matter how much wild food he eats outside, he has to return to his family in the end, marry a wife and have children, otherwise public opinion will spray him to death, right
"As long as I marry into the Ye family and have a child, the family property will be reserved by our mother and father. If brother Ye likes men, that's even better. I don't have to worry about illegitimate children. In this way, he has an heir. I have money and status, and we each get what we need. As for your relationship that has no name, no distinction, shame, and is all based on love, how long can you last? Can you endure it for decades?"
Jiang Kezhou looked directly into her clear eyes, and the words "Yes" rushed to his throat—
"Is it your turn to meddle in your own business?"
An angry voice suddenly broke through the air, and the airflow brought by the large strides stirred the thick black cloth corners. Ye Zheng's face was gloomy, and the tall figure turned around the corridor and appeared at the door of the living room: "I'm quite free today, come to me Is there a tea party here?"
Everyone was stunned.
Song Jie's heart was beating wildly, and her legs immediately went limp. Song Mianmian didn't dare to vent her anger in front of him, and Jiang Kezhou, the only human being who was able to move normally under high pressure, was also startled by him: "Why are you back?"
Ye Zheng was in a fit of anger. Hearing this, he sneered, his gaze seemed to have blades in it, and he scraped across Song Jie's bloodless face sharply and slowly: "I've been listening to everyone discussing my life-long affairs outside for a while, so I can't justify not coming in and showing my face— Who wants to give birth to me? Come on, stand up and let me see."
There was a dead silence in the living room, his anger was so frightening that even Jiang Kezhou didn't dare to make a sound.
"Why, shy?" Ye Zheng looked around at the four without hesitation, "Didn't you ask questions very vigorously just now? Now you don't talk anymore?"
Song Mianmian lowered her head, silently saying "I can't see me, I can't see me".
"Aunt Song."
Song Jie's body froze like an electric shock, her palms were covered with cold sweat. She didn't even dare to look up at Ye Zheng, she only moved her body slightly, and let out a "hmm" as thin as a gnat.
"I didn't expect you to miss my old relationship and come to the door specially when I'm not around." Ye Zheng's voice was soft and slow, as if he was really discussing with her, "My mother left early, and my business is only for my father and I." Brother can handle it. As for you—”
He looked down at her with a half-smile, and stabbed his chest word by word: "Since I want to hold a grandson so much, I will arrange for someone to let Ye Feng give birth to ten or eight for you. From now on, you Let's stay at home to feed our grandchildren and take care of our lives with peace of mind, okay?"
Even the air is cold.
There was a faint mocking smile on his face, but the emotion did not reach his eyes, and there was only a chill in his deep black eyes, like an abyss that was about to devour people.
"Don't!!"
Song Jie let out an uncontrollable exclamation, even crying in terror: "Don't touch Ah Feng...don't touch him!"
Ye Zheng lifted the corner of his mouth slightly, and was about to speak when he suddenly felt something fluffy constantly pushing against his trousers.
He lowered his head and looked at the British Pomeranian named Maomao for three seconds.
Ye Zheng glanced at Jiang Kezhou, his anger rushed to Tianling Gai, and an indescribable killing intent suddenly filled his chest. He abruptly turned his gaze away from the frozen and brittle air, suppressing fury in his voice, Jiang Kezhou almost had an auditory hallucination that the ice shattered all over the ground: "Who brought it in?!"
Song Mianmian's legs twisted, and she was stunned by the roar. She didn't dare to speak at all, so she could only drag the dog back desperately, so that it could get away from the humanoid nuclear weapon.
However, Bomei didn't know how to live or die, she was frightened and barked, and wanted to break free from the leash and jump out several times. Ye Zheng raised his long leg, pushed it aside, and stepped in front of Jiang Kezhou in a few steps, blocking him from behind to block his sight. His face was extremely ugly: "Get out immediately, don't force me to do it myself."
"Ye Zheng."
"Brother Ye!"
Jiang Kezhou and Song Mianmian spoke at the same time.
Chapter30
Ye Zheng expected what Jiang Kezhou would say, so he held him back and signaled Song Mianmian to speak first.
Song Mianmian blurted out purely out of desperation. In fact, she didn't even think about what to say. Stared at by Ye Zheng's cold eyes, from Tianlinggai to her heels, she stammered and said, "Then what...cough, let me ask, Brother Ye Are you gay... or bi... bisexual?"
Ye Zheng tilted his head expressionlessly, and did not answer, but threateningly looked at Pomeranian, who was squatting furry beside her legs.
Facts have proved that Ye Zheng was able to pinpoint his opponent's weak spot, and Ms. Song Mianmian was unfortunately the second comrade in the room whose life was choked.
However, she was much more free and easy than Song Jie, and immediately picked up the dog with a groan, and rushed half a meter away: "It's fine if you don't want to see me, but if you dare to do anything to my Mao Mao, I'll kill you—don't come here, this Just go, don't send it off! Goodbye!"
Jiang Kezhou: "..."
Wasn't this girl really the entrustment that Ye Zheng found? !
"Mianmian?" Song Jie was inexplicably abandoned by her teammates. Seeing that she was about to slip away, she quickly stood up and walked out, "Wait a minute!"
"Aunt Song."
Ye Zheng called her to stop, and put on a polite face as if changing his face: "I have other things to do later, so I won't send them away. But I accept your kindness of visiting today."
He pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a man-eating smile, and said in a soft voice, "If there is an opportunity in the future, I will definitely reward you one, one, no, one."
"Go slowly, don't send."
Song Jie knew that all her achievements fell short, and no matter how hard she tried to make up for it, it would be of no avail, so she just wanted to leave here as soon as possible. On the other hand, Song Mianmian, who was standing at the door, was frightened by Ye Zheng's threat of hiding a knife in his smile. He was afraid that the old man would turn his anger on him if he was unhappy, so he hurriedly asked Jiang Kezhou for help with his eyes when Ye Zheng was not paying attention.
Jiang Kezhou couldn't laugh or cry when he received the distress signal from her eye muscles cramping. Just when he was about to speak, Ye Zheng stretched out his hand and pulled him behind him, glanced mockingly at the dog's head in Song Mianmian's arms, and said indifferently: "Don't worry, I'm so big, I'm not as big as a brain The common sense of a little bastard."
Jiang Kezhou couldn't hold back, turned his face and hid behind his shoulder and secretly laughed.
"Still leaving?" Ye Zheng raised his brows, and met Song Mianmian's resentful gaze, "Doesn't the dog want it anymore?"
Song Mianmian rushed out the door.
Ye Zheng dominated the battlefield as soon as he came back, and Jiang Kezhou had no room to intervene. After sending everyone away, he finally got the chance to ask, "Why did you come back suddenly?"
Ye Zheng was still angry, and looked at him and became angry: "Are you ashamed to ask? If I don't come back today, are you going to let them step on your face and head, ah?"
Jiang Kezhou touched his nose, but before he could speak, his body suddenly flew into the air, and Ye Zheng picked him up on his knees: "Hey!"
Ye Zheng: "Be careful, don't move around."
Although the impact of that incident has been minimized, it still left a psychological shadow. Jiang Kezhou had been on tenterhooks for so long, and was holding back his fear in front of outsiders. At this moment, his legs were weak and his whole body was covered in cold sweat. Now that Ye Zheng had noticed it, Jiang Kezhou consciously stretched his arms around his neck, and obediently asked him to carry him upstairs to the bedroom: "I didn't do anything, it's just a few words, don't take it to heart. But is it okay for you to come back directly like this?"
With a sullen face, Ye Zheng gave him a look of "Go away and reflect". He put the person on the bed and was about to straighten up, but was strangled back by the arm hanging around his neck, and came face to face with someone lying on the bed.
"..." Ye Zheng ignored his flattering eyes, and asked forcefully, "I have something to say."
Jiang Kezhou hurriedly said with a good attitude: "I was wrong."
"Where did you go wrong?"
"..." Jiang Kezhou was at a loss for words for a moment, and Ye Zheng seemed even angrier. He quickly said: "I shouldn't engage in personal heroism... Well, I didn't judge the situation well, and I shouldn't have put them in in the first place."
Ye Zheng: "What else?"
"And...?" Jiang Kezhou blinked, "Well, and... I didn't ask for help in time? But didn't I find the opportunity... Still angry? Where did I go wrong? Do you think I can fix it?"
Ye Zheng propped his arms on both sides of his body, his eyes were deep and deep, as if he wanted to look into the deepest part of his pupils: "That woman asked you with the child, our relationship with no name, no distinction, shame, and relying on love can last. How long have you been thinking about?"
Jiang Kezhou was startled, then laughed.
He grabbed onto Ye Zheng's shoulders, propped up his upper body with strength, and kissed him lightly on the tight lip line: "So it's because of this... Her words really make sense. But money, fame, even children, you I don’t lack these, can I give them, is there any difference?”
"She didn't understand at all that it's you, not me, who are stuck in this relationship." Jiang Kezhou kissed the corner of his mouth, his eyes were clear and smiling, "No one can say 'breakup' to me except you."
This sentence seemed to ignite a cluster of flames, and the emotions that had changed several times since entering the door no longer bumped left and right, and slowly gathered into a steaming spring, flowing along the blood vessels through the limbs and bones. After driving all the way in the cold weather for nine days, the cold hands and feet finally gradually warmed up, and a heart hanging in the throat was held by someone and placed back in the chest.
"Well… "
Ye Zheng stuffed Jiang Kezhou back into the pillow.
The two of them braked urgently when one foot was barely on the verge of a gun being fired. Jiang Kezhou almost lost consciousness, and said vaguely: "It's not good to prostitute in the daytime...Your Majesty, you have to go back to court. "
Ye Zheng gently stroked his side face and earlobes with his fingertips, and sighed solemnly: "The widow has a disease called 'I don't want to do anything but you'."
Jiang Kezhou: "..."
Do you want to show some face, Your Majesty
"Speaking of which, you haven't told me yet, why did you come back?" When the two went downstairs together, Jiang Kezhou finally remembered this, and asked Ye Zheng strangely, "Someone tipped you off?"
Ye Zheng pulled him to the wall lamp in the entrance, and asked him to carefully look at the miniature camera embedded in the lamp socket: "When buying a house, in order to prevent theft, in addition to the security system, an additional camera was installed at the window door. Today I just checked the monitoring Record, just bumped into it."
Jiang Kezhou's scalp tingled when he thought that he had lived unconsciously in this fully-monitored house for almost a month. Ye Zheng saw through his worries, smiled and leaned into his ear and said, "There is only one place in the house that is not monitored, and it is my bedroom. If you hide in bed every day and don't get out, the surveillance will definitely not be able to capture you..."
Jiang Kezhou slammed the door expressionlessly in front of his eyes.
The moment the solid wooden door was locked, the corners of the mouths of the two people inside and outside the room fell at the same time, and the smiles disappeared in a flash.
Ye Zheng turned the steering wheel and drove on the road. A few minutes later, a familiar voice came from the wireless headset: "Hello, Mr. Ye."
"Go and find out who Song Jie has been in contact with recently, and also check her detailed itinerary on Christmas day, who she has contacted with. Hurry up, I want to see the results as soon as possible."
"Understood, Mr. Ye."
This is not the first time Jiang Kezhou has seen Song Jie.
On a certain day in September last year, Ye Zheng was supposed to go back to the Ye family's old house that day, but he suddenly came to a party at night. At eight o'clock, Jiang Kezhou received a call from the driver Liu Zhun, saying that Ye Zheng was drunk and needed him to pick it up. Normally, Yan Zhixing should come forward on these occasions, but Yan Zhixing happened to be on a business trip that day, and Xiao Liu couldn't find anyone else, so he had to ask Jiang Kezhou for help.
Jiang Kezhou then went with him to pick up the man. Ye Zheng was so drunk that Jiang Kezhou wanted to take him back to the apartment, but Xiao Liu reminded him that Mr. Ye would go back to Ye’s old house tonight. Jiang Kezhou had no choice but to send him back all the way. After leaving the Ye family, he somehow showed his face in front of the Ye family.
It was also that night that he unintentionally insulted Song Jie, which caused Song Jie to be dissatisfied with him, and within a few days, he asked him out to meet alone.
When they met for the second time, Song Jie was not as eccentric as she is today. She maintained the elegant demeanor of a noble lady in her words and demeanor, and asked him a few innocuous questions, then changed the subject and said, "It's inappropriate for you and Ye Zheng to be together, it's better to separate as soon as possible."
When signing the contract at the beginning, he only said that he would be taken care of by Ye Zheng, but he didn't say that he would cooperate with Mrs. Ye's family in this kind of third-rate idol drama. Jiang Kezhou then politely told her that this was a private matter between him and Ye Zheng, please don't do it. meddle.
Song Jie seemed to be deeply insulted: "Ye Zheng is a child of the Ye family. It is understandable for the family to care about him. But you are a man, so what's the matter with pestering him for no apparent reason? How do we know that you have other intentions?"
"Attempt?" Jiang Kezhou didn't bother to talk to her anymore, and smiled, "The attempt is obvious—I'm not with him for money, could it be for love?"
Song Jie was so angry that he walked away, and Jiang Kezhou didn't mention it to Ye Zheng after returning. Not long after, Ye Zheng broke up with him.
Jiang Kezhou also thought about whether Song Jie said something to Ye Zheng that made him suddenly decide to break up. But after further deliberation, I feel that it is unrealistic: Ye Zheng and Song Jie have opposing positions, even if she is telling the truth, Ye Zheng has to listen carefully, not to mention that she meddled in Ye Zheng's private affairs for no reason, with Ye Zheng's temper, I am afraid No reason to bother with her.
Today, Song Jie came to the door aggressively again. Although she didn't have any decency, besides looking more like a shrew, the core idea she expressed was the same, which was to keep repeating that "Ye Zheng will marry a wife and have children sooner or later, you are not suitable for him".
This is really strange.
Ye Zheng was definitely not the only one who had taken care of him, and there were quite a few scandal rumors. Why did Song Jie focus on him? What's more, now is the critical period for her to fight for power with the two sons of the Ye family. Ye Zheng's not marrying a wife and having children is a good thing for her. Why would she bother to make wedding clothes for others
Could it be that she suddenly realized and remembered the old relationship with Ye Zheng's mother back then
Jiang Kezhou couldn't figure it out, and his mind was full of thoughts. These doubts lasted until night, he was afraid that he would not be able to sleep because of thinking too much, so he forcibly changed his mind.
The next day he had to get up early to go to work, Ye Zheng took the remote control to turn off the lights, turned around and wrapped him in his arms.
In the middle of the night, Jiang Kezhou had a dream. First, Song Jie stood in the coffee shop and asked him, "What are your plans?" Then, for some reason, the scene turned into darkness, and the sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the floor echoed in the room. , he felt that this place was very familiar in a trance, followed the sound and fumbled there, but suddenly a big mouth with sharp fangs appeared in front of him...
The heart-pounding barking of dogs resounded through the night sky.
Jiang Kezhou sat up from his dream in a cold sweat.
A dog barks faintly from outside the bedroom. He slowly calmed down his breathing and heartbeat, and he was still a little hazy, thinking that probably because he was too frightened today and was affected by the sound, he had such an absurd and terrifying dream.
Ye Zheng was a light sleeper, woken up by his movement, reached out to grab Jiang Kezhou back into his arms, and patted him on the back a few times like coaxing a child: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, go to sleep. good."
Jiang Kezhou was coaxed out of sleep by him, and just as he was about to fall asleep with his eyes closed, an unbelievable idea suddenly took shape in his mind.
If it weren't for this nightmare, he would never have thought to connect these two things.
——Song Jie brought Song Mianmian here, and Song Mianmian happened to be leading a dog. Is this really just a coincidence
Once this thought became firm, it immediately passed through like a hurricane, sweeping away all his drowsiness in an instant.
Jiang Kezhou was completely awake.
Chapter 31
"Didn't sleep well last night?"
Ye Zheng tied his tie in front of the mirror, pinched Jiang Kezhou's chin and pulled him towards him, and looked carefully: "There are dark circles under my eyes."
Do you want to tell him
Jiang Kezhou hesitated. For a moment, he wanted to pour out all the suspicions that he was about to be unable to hide, like those children who are tolerated and loved, pour it out regardless, even if it turns out to be unreasonable in the end, as long as there is one person who is willing to open up Open the wings to accommodate all his worries and anxieties.
But can he give himself to Ye Zheng from body to heart without any worries
"What's wrong?" Seeing that his expression was wrong, Ye Zheng raised his hand to touch the side of his face, "Tell me if there is anything."
Jiang Kezhou closed his eyes, forcibly suppressed the untimely restlessness, and gently rubbed against his palm: "It's okay, maybe I was scared yesterday, and I had a bunch of messy dreams at night, it will be fine in two days .”
Ye Zheng believed his explanation, coaxed him a few more words, turned and left the bathroom.
Jiang Kezhou supported the marble washstand with both hands, and heaved a long and tired breath.
The growing environment created his current personality, which is sensitive, suspicious, and wary. The personality that was too indifferent and withdrawn when he was young has improved with the increase of experience, but it is just an extra layer of gentle and alienated.
He still retains his distrust of everyone in his bones. Jiang Kezhou knows that Ye Zheng doesn't like him like this, but he can't control it. Self-protection is like a layer of armor. Although it is cold and heavy, you have to wear it to feel at ease.
He didn't dare to let Ye Zheng see his insides, and he was even more afraid of the unresolved ending after telling the truth. Even if all his guesses come true and Yan Jia and Song Jie are involved, what should Ye Zheng do? One is a subordinate and lover for many years, and the other is his father's wife. How can there be revenge in such an identity? At best, it was an innocuous misunderstanding.
So Jiang Kezhou would rather let these conjectures rot in his heart, than be pale and powerless after puncturing the window paper.
In his silence, the two spent the entire first month in peace. Life is back on track, and all the adventures and doubts seem to have been left behind in the old year, becoming a dusty, unattended ruin. Spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and they have officially entered the fifth year of their acquaintance.
On the night of New Year's Eve, the relationship between Jiang Kezhou and Ye Zheng made a qualitative leap. Although they didn't say anything formally, both parties knew it well. However, this change was only a little more intimate on the basis of the previous nurturing model. It's funny to say, now that Ye Zheng thinks back on the past four years, he realizes that the two of them followed the normal route of nurturing from the beginning, but then somehow the style of painting changed suddenly, and when he realized it, the two of them were already in the old couple It is natural to get along in the atmosphere.
Maybe some people are just born to be the "other half".
"There's a party at night, so it's probably going to be quite late. I'll ask Yan Zhixing to pick it up. Go to bed early, don't wait for me."
Jiang Kezhou stretched out his hand to straighten the collar of his windbreaker, and asked casually, "Who is it again?"
This week, Ye Zheng had dinner every night for four days in a row, this frequency is indeed a bit high. Jiang Kezhou didn't care about his going out, but was worried about his body. Ye Zheng reported the name of a famous director, and then teased him eagerly: "What, are you unhappy?"
Jiang Kezhou didn't bother to talk to him.
Ye Zheng pressed him against the wall of the cloakroom with a smile: "I'm really busy recently, blame me. I was wrong, baby, don't be angry, huh?"
"Too much brainpower," Jiang Kezhou pushed him expressionlessly, "Drink less, I'm afraid your stomach won't be able to take it like this...don't get up! Assistant Yan is outside!"
"Let him wait," Ye Zheng pressed his forehead against him, straightening his face with his hand as if he thought he was not paying attention. Ye Zheng is somewhat family-loving now, and he always pesters him for a while before he leaves the house, "I'm at Lanting tonight. I'll try to drink as little as possible. If you don't believe me, call Fang Minghui to check."
Jiang Kezhou was speechless: "What is there to investigate? Is it an honor to be investigated?"
"Others can't, but you can," Ye Zheng lowered his head to find his lips, and announced brazenly, "I wish they all knew that I've got someone... Don't hide, come here and let me kiss you."
"Yes, please, you are the most beautiful," Jiang Kezhou pushed him towards the door with a red face, "I beg you, please go."
The black Bentley drove along the VIP passage into the backyard of Xijing Office A. Yan Zhixing got off the driver's seat and opened the door for Ye Zheng. There were already people waiting at the entrance, two men and one woman, all in trench coats and short boots, wearing black superheroes covering their faces, like a group of well-trained triads, when they saw Ye Zheng getting off the car, they immediately stood at attention and bowed: "Mr. Ye!"
This look is full of thick and indescribable pretentiousness, and Ye Zheng was stimulated by the coming of the second class, so he put his hand on his forehead: "Wang Songsheng asked you guys to come here to make trouble for me? Gu Chun!"
"Hey!" The young man standing at the end strode forward and said with a smile on his face, "You order."
"..." Ye Zheng, "How is the person?"
"It's closed on the second floor of the basement. We didn't do anything, but we just starved him all day," Gu Chun sighed emotionally, "At first, he even cried and scolded, but when I went to see him in the afternoon, he was willing to let me go. Tsk tsk, fortunately, he was not born in the revolutionary era."
Ye Zheng was not surprised: "Where are the other two?"
Gu Chun: "Over there in the office, the boss said that there is still material to be dug, please wait a little longer."
Ye Zheng: "Take me there."
These three people are members of the "investigation team" who have not seen the light. The person in charge, Wang Songsheng, was in the army in his early years, and was recruited by Ye Zheng after retiring. Gu Chun was originally a two-hundred-five-year-old paparazzi, but Wang Songsheng poached him to investigate. From scratch, it took the two of them about three years to bring out a sophisticated and efficient team.
Ye Zheng had already greeted Boss Sun before coming here. His subordinates are only in charge of investigations, not professional torture extortion. The reason why he chose Xijing A is because of the well-secured backyard here, and the underground specially provides "venues" for customers with special needs.
The elevator swipes the card to go directly to the second floor. Unlike the brightly lit upstairs and the hustle and bustle of people talking, the second floor is very quiet. The decoration style is similar to that of a laboratory, with an impersonal coldness. Gu Chun led the way, and the group came to the last room at the end of the corridor.
Gu Chun skillfully entered the six-digit password to open the door lock, Yan Zhixing stepped forward, and pushed open the hinged door with him from left to right: "Please."
The indoor area is very spacious and the ceiling lights are bright. It is not eerie, but it is decorated like a movie studio. The walls are covered with thick sound-absorbing materials, and there is a steel chair welded to the ground in the middle of the room. A young man is sitting on it, his hands and feet are tied with a two-finger-wide belt, and his face is covered with a blindfold. The mouth is still stuffed with a shackle.
Ye Zheng frowned as soon as he entered the door: "What's the smell?"
Yan Zhixing thoughtfully offered the mask, and Gu Chun obeyed, and turned up the power of the exhaust fan with a smile: "The underground ventilation is not very good."
The man's face was very familiar, Ye Zheng thought about it for a while while reading the investigation report, and when they met, the image of jumping and shouting at the company's gate that day suddenly became clear.
Han Xuyang.
"Take off his blindfold and shackles," Ye Zheng swept across the room without changing his expression, glanced at a box of props in the corner, and said lightly, "You guys are good enough. Gu Chun, bring Wang Songsheng over next time." Take a tour."
"I'm wronged!" Gu Chun screamed, "Your old man has the discerning eyes to discern loyalty and traitors, don't be fooled by him, this is what he did!"
The commotion they made alarmed Han Xuyang. He blinked and blinked his eyes hurt by the light, and then he saw a tall man wearing a mask standing in front of him. He had no time to think about it, so he struggled wildly for a while: " Help! Help me!"
There was a low sneer from under the mask, full of sarcasm, the man stared at him as if looking at something dirty: "It seems that you haven't figured out the situation yet, Mr. Han."
Han Xuyang's cry for help suddenly stuck in his throat: "...you, what do you mean?"
Ye Zheng sat down on the sofa opposite the chair, crossed his legs leisurely, and said calmly, "I am the one who locked you here. Don't worry, I don't mean anything else, I just want to ask you a few words."
"I don't know you!" Han Xuyang yelled at the top of his voice, "I've never seen you before! Why are you arresting me? Are you not afraid that I will call the police after I go out?!"
"The person who is tied up here is you, not me. If I'm in a bad mood, I'll kill you in a matter of minutes," Ye Zheng said, "First figure out who you are before you speak, idiot."
Han Xuyang was startled, and sat on the chair blankly looking at him.
Ye Zheng leaned on the armrest of the sofa leisurely: "Death early and rebirth early, if you cooperate, you will suffer less. If you don't cooperate... Anyway, we have a whole night to play slowly with you, understand?"
Han Xuyang nodded like pounding garlic.
Ye Zheng: "Last Christmas night, did you find someone to kidnap Jiang Kezhou?"
Han Xuyang opened his eyes wide in fear, and his body began to shrink back, as if someone had strangled his neck, unable to speak a word.
Ye Zheng was impatient to watch him play his inner drama: "Is it or is it not?"
He sat in the middle, high above, in charge of life and death, and the four people behind him looked down at him expressionlessly. Han Xuyang's psychological defense was on the verge of collapse after being imprisoned for a day. Now that the opponent opened up his battle, he was confronted with threats and intimidation head-on, without leaving any room for thinking, and instantly destroyed his last resistance.
There was a long sob in Han Xuyang's throat, and he burst into tears: "Yes...it's me, I'm sorry, I was wrong, please forgive me..."
Ye Zheng suppressed the anger in his heart and asked coldly, "Why kidnap him?"
When the matter was revealed, Han Xuyang cried out of breath, but crying was useless. Ye Zheng was annoyed by his howling, Gu Chun observed his words and gestured to them to be calm, took out a small remote control from his pocket, and said to Han Xuyang, "Do you know what is sitting under your butt?"
Han Xuyang shook his head.
"It's an electric chair." The man had a delicate face, and he even smiled innocently, but the words he said were dangerous and obscene: "When the power is turned on to the maximum, all the semen can be electrified—this is a chair specially trained for people like you A place for disobedient little wild cats. I heard that no matter how chaste or strong they are, if they are sent in and locked up for ten and a half months, they will kneel at other people’s feet and wag their tails to beg for sex after they get out.” Gu Chun approached with a smile, and whispered in his ear. Blowing gently: "If you are always crying and not cooperating like this, I have no choice but to try all the props here one by one on you."
The two members of the investigation team turned their faces to the left and right in unison, and Yan Zhixing pushed his glasses to restrain the urge to beat the demon spirit. Only Ye Zheng remained calm, waiting for his next move.
Han Xuyang frantically begged for mercy: "Don't...don't! Ah!!!"
His body flicked first, and then he twitched violently, his eyes rolled white, his limbs were stiff, and he kept struggling like a dehydrated live fish. After more than ten seconds, he fell limp in the chair, with tears and snot all over his face.
Gu Chun asked with a smile: "Is it cool?"
Han Xuyang couldn't help panting heavily.
"This is a small punishment for your disobedience just now," he said softly. "You can answer whatever my boss asks you. Do you understand?"
Gu Chun successfully scared people away, and stood back behind Ye Zheng in a low-key and modest manner.
Ye Zheng knocked on the armrest of the sofa: "Why did you kidnap Jiang Kezhou?"
"He... I, we had a quarrel at the gate of the company," Han Xuyang hoarsely said, "He didn't let me go for an internship, so I hated him. Then, one night we met in Lanting, and a friend of mine robbed me After booking the private room they reserved, the two groups almost got into a fight, and I interrupted a few words... Then the boss came over, and I don’t know what they said, so my friend apologized to him.”
"My friend wanted to save face and was in a bad mood. He drove us out of the car halfway on the way back. I went back very late that night and was very unhappy, so I couldn't hold back when I saw the card in front of the door and called them. Telephone… "
Ye Zheng: "What card? Where did it come from?"
Han Xuyang: "Huh? Just, it's just a silver card. I don't know who put it there. There is a line of phone numbers on it, and the inside of the envelope says 'revenge JKZ for calling'."
Ye Zheng frowned with a shallow vertical line: "What's the phone number and where is the card?"
"I have the phone number in my mobile phone...the card is in the middle of my wallet," Han Xuyang said tremblingly, "I have never met them, only called once, and they asked me to tell Li Liufeng to invite Jiang Kezhou and his company to the appreciation dinner I don't need to worry about other things."
"Li Liufeng?"
"Yes, Xinghai has a cooperative relationship with Jiang Kezhou's company. I told Li Liufeng that I wanted to invite two more friends, and he agreed. I didn't go that night, but someone sent me some photos of Jiang Kezhou later."
Ye Zheng gritted his molars and asked, "Who came up with the idea of tying him to the dog farm?"
"...It's me," Han Xuyang murmured, and was anxious to get rid of it, "but I really just want to scare him! The cages are locked well, and the people from the kennel will find him the next day when they come back."
It was not Han Xuyang who released the dog.
Ye Zheng frowned tightly and remained silent for a long time. Neither Yan Zhixing nor Gu Chun dared to disturb him. After a moment of silence, he stood up from the sofa and walked out the door without saying a word.
Everyone hurriedly followed.
"I'm going to the office to meet those two kidnappers," Ye Zheng said with an expression as if he was about to kill someone, "Gu Chun will follow me, and the other two will stay and watch that idiot in the room."
"Uh, Mr. Ye," a person asked cautiously, "just...just watch?"
Ye Zheng raised his eyes impatiently, and Gu Chun immediately stepped forward to make a move: "Well, you cover his eyes and mouth, find a video of a dog barking and play it on a projector to make it more realistic, understand No?"
The two suddenly realized, they said yes again and again, and asked: "How long will the video be played?"
"Leave it overnight."
Ye Zheng raised his wrist to glance at the time, and said coldly, "He's going to die by himself, even if he's kneeling."
Chapter32
When several people returned upstairs, they met Boss Sun. Ye Zheng slightly raised his hand, and Yan Zhixing immediately stepped forward to hand him a cigarette. Boss Sun took the cigarette with a smile on his face: "Boss Ye hasn't come for a while."
His question was rather overreaching, but Ye Zheng didn't think it was disobedient, he seemed to be in a good mood, and said half-concealed, "Isn't this the one at home who is very strict?"
Boss Sun's double chin fell to the ground with a bang: "You, you are... you have an owner?!"
Who is so powerful!
"It can be said," Ye Zheng said leisurely, "Don't talk about your place, I almost dare not go to Lanting."
While talking, Gu Chun drove the car to the door, Ye Zheng crushed out the cigarette butt in his hand, waved at the shocked Boss Sun, said "See you later", Shi Shiran got into the car and left.
The scenery outside the window flashed by, and Ye Zheng stared at the car window in a daze. The first time I saw Jiang Kezhou back then was so clear that it seemed right in front of my eyes, but when I looked back suddenly, I found that so many years had passed without a sound.
Over the years, people who are close to Ye Zheng in the circle know that he doesn't like to see Firm A very much. The specific reason is not clear. The most widely circulated version is that Ye Zheng has a crush on a certain student from Firm A, but Firm A But let him go to accompany others to drink, so he offended Ye Zheng, and the rumors spread well. But the real situation was not as serious as the rumors said. Ye Zheng only seldom showed up at the drinking party of Company A. When he had to attend the occasions, he just sat down and left, and didn't stop much.
Although Jiang Kezhou didn't say it clearly, Ye Zheng knew that he still hated the Xijing First Class in his heart, and even hated all mansions and clubs. He didn't like it, so Ye Zheng subconsciously avoided it, but he didn't deliberately emphasize it. A place has gradually become a taboo that everyone knows well.
Ye Zheng always thought that he only found out that he was actually in love with Jiang Kezhou after he broke up with him, but when he thought about it this way, he felt that the time could be brought forward.
To the point where he is willing to start changing for someone.
morning hours.
The mattress beside him sagged slightly, and a corner of the quilt was lifted. Jiang Kezhou, who was in deep sleep, was startled by a slight sound, and turned over in a daze. His body was used to finding the embrace of the person beside him. Ye Zheng's body was moist with moisture, and he stretched out his arms to hug him including the quilt.
Jiang Kezhou mumbled a few times, so sleepy that he couldn't speak clearly, even he didn't know what he said. Ye Zheng kissed his heart soothingly, pinned his messy sleeping forehead hair behind his ears, put one hand on the back of his neck, and stroked him softly one by one, as if giving a small animal the kind of stroking Law. It didn't take long for Jiang Kezhou to sleep peacefully again.
But Ye Zheng couldn't sleep.
His gaze flicked over Jiang Kezhou's face, to the dim ceiling of the bedroom. Occasionally there would be the sound of heavy rain knocking on the window outside, and the spring night was warm, but his heart felt like a snow-covered wasteland, soaked in the cold silence where not a single blade of grass grew.
When Ye Zheng arrived at the office, it happened that Wang Songsheng had just finished a round of interrogation.
Wang Songsheng was born in the military, and has been exposed to various scandals in the entertainment industry over the years, but at this moment his face is quite ugly. Gu Chun was so frightened by the low air pressure in the office that he walked against the wall when entering the door. Wang Songsheng took out two reports from the desk drawer and handed them to Ye Zheng: "These are the two investigations you initiated last time. One is from Yan Jia and One is the report on the people around you, one is Mrs. Song's itinerary for Christmas last year... You should take a look first."
Ye Zheng glanced at the two reports, with a slight "Chuan" character between his brows, his face was so cold that a layer of frost could be scraped off.
He put down the report and met Wang Songsheng's gaze. The other party nodded at him, Ye Zheng gritted his molars and said, "Yan Zhixing, Gu Chun, I have something to talk to Team Leader Wang, you two go out first."
A trace of bewilderment flashed across Yan Zhixing's face, and Gu Chun subconsciously turned to Wang Song.
Wang Song signaled him to go out and wait. After the office was cleared and only he and Ye Zheng were left, Ye Zheng asked in a deep voice, "Do you know what these two reports represent?"
The office suddenly fell silent.
Wang Songsheng wanted to reach out to touch the cigarette a few times, but held back. Ye Zheng saw his little movements and said casually, "Smoking."
"No." Wang Song gave a bitter smile that was not very successful, "I have to talk about it when I come in later."
Ye Zheng raised his eyes to look at him, and unexpectedly smelled a familiar smell of "same sickness and sympathy" on him. The two men who had passed their thirties looked at each other for a while, and suddenly they laughed at the same time as if convulsed.
"Okay." Ye Zheng's haze was dispelled by this sudden appearance, and he waved his hand and sat down at the desk, "Let's talk business. Do you have evidence?"
"When we investigated the situation of Yan Jia and Mrs. Song, we only found out that the two had a very shallow friendship. Originally, the suspicion of the two had been ruled out, but when the two kidnappers were interrogated separately, one of them was uncovered by me. "Wang Songsheng called up a photo from the computer, "With the help of some public security systems, he was found out that he had a previous record of drug use, and then followed the clues to find out about this person."
"Qiao Gaochang, forty-five years old, from H City, was active in the northeast border area in the early years. He escaped from the northeast storm in the 1990s and went to this city to watch the nightclub for others. After his fortune, he got connected with the entertainment industry. Rumor has it it's because he holds 'that' channel in his hand."
Ye Zheng's eyes twitched: "Drugs?"
"Yes." Wang Song nodded, "I asked those two people with Qiao Gaochang's photo, but they didn't know each other; The high-end club below is called 'Qin Palace'."
He swiped the mouse and cut to the next picture: "This is Qin Gong's manager, Yang Kai."
The man in the photo wore a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, with a handsome silhouette and a mature temperament from the inside out. Wang Songsheng looked at Ye Zheng with a complicated expression, then paused for a moment before saying, "Do you think he looks... familiar?"
Ye Zheng didn't know, so: "It's a bit, what's wrong?"
Wang Songsheng: "Take a closer look... Does he look a bit like you?"
Ye Zheng's scalp felt numb from what he said. He stared at Yang Kai's photo carefully, Wang Songsheng stretched out his hand to cover the upper part of Yang Kai's face, the image on the screen seemed to change suddenly, and Ye Zheng immediately realized that the lower half of this person's face was just like his own. exactly the same.
"Yan Jia is a frequent visitor to the 'Qin Palace'." Wang Song mentioned something pointedly, and then said: "As soon as Yang Kai's photo came out, the two of them panicked. They were locked up separately, but their confessions were basically They all agreed that it was Yang Kai who found them with Mr. Jiang's photo, and gave them the time and place to sneak into Xihua Shengjing pretending to be cleaners, looking for an opportunity to kidnap Mr. Jiang. So I personally think this confession is true—"
Ye Zheng interrupted him: "More than a hundred people came to Xihua Shengjing that day, how did they know in advance that Ke Zhou was going to the bathroom, and tied up the right person at the right time?"
"Someone sent them a text message." Wang Songsheng said, "The only possibility is that someone followed Mr. Jiang all the way that night, monitoring his every move. Unfortunately, the text message has been deleted, and the phone card has long been disposed of."
"That person is Yan Jia."
Ye Zheng didn't use interrogative sentences. He looked directly at Wang Songsheng and asked, "There is no direct evidence, it's just because he passed by the bathroom corridor that day and got close to Yang Kai from Qin Palace. Is this your inference?"
Wang Songsheng almost didn't understand what Ye Zheng meant: He asked people to investigate Yan Jia because of Jiang Kezhou, and now he keeps defending Yan Jia, leaving such obvious suspects alone and insisting on direct evidence, isn't it? He still wants to keep the two and enjoy the blessings of everyone
"Yan Jia is the film king of Xihua Entertainment. Do you know how much he is worth and what position he is in the company?" Ye Zheng sneered, "The tree is big and deep. Do you understand what it means? If I want to move him, I must have enough money." The reason and evidence for this is to be beaten to death with a stick, so that he will never be able to turn the waves again. If you startle the snake, this matter will be endless. I will hit it with one blow, otherwise don't say "doubt" or "possibility" to me Such useless nonsense."
Wang Songsheng silently endured Ye Zheng's anger, but fortunately Ye Zheng didn't get angry, and when he calmed down, he said, "Continue talking, what else?"
Wang Songsheng: "There is another suspicious point, which is about the incident that you were exposed before. I thought about it later, and there was an act of 'putting things at the door' in both incidents, so I re-investigated. The person who put the card at the door of Han Xuyang blocked his face and couldn’t see who it was. But the person who put the USB flash drive in front of Mr. Jiang’s door was photographed by the camera in the elevator. His face in the mirror is what you saw in the report. The driver Liu Zhun."
That's why they let Yan Zhixing and Gu Chun avoid them.
Ye Zheng: "The people on your side have already checked themselves?"
"Yes," Wang Songsheng nodded, "We are very independent here, and we basically have no contact with him, and the risk of leaking secrets is extremely small. The investigation around you is still going on, and Assistant Yan is fine for the time being."
"Who is left?"
"After excluding Mr. Jiang, there are Yan Jia and Mrs. Song. Both of them have a brief experience of picking up and dropping off alone. In addition, there is nothing wrong with Mrs. Song's Christmas schedule, but the iron chain we picked up from the factory There are indeed traces of being corroded by strong acid."
Ye Zheng was so annoyed by this mess: "Now the only one who can be sure of participating in this matter is Yang Kai, Yan Jia and Song Jie have been picked clean, and Liu Zhun's leak seems to have nothing to do with this matter. Big... wait, who did you just say texted the kidnappers?"
Wang Songsheng was stunned: "I don't know who it is, it is said that it is an unknown number."
Ye Zheng suddenly remembered that when he was in the basement tonight, Han Xuyang said that he still kept the cards and text messages, and immediately said to Wang Song: "Call Gu Chun in."
Gu Chun handed in Han Xuyang's cell phone and the card with a confused face. Ye Zheng compared the phone number on the card with the phone number in the address book, and threw the card in front of him: "Check this number."
half an hour later.
"Boss Ye," Wang Songsheng who stood behind Gu Chun looking at the computer screen said suddenly, "We found it. The person who issued the card was Yang Kai. In the call log on Christmas day, there were Han Xuyang and Mrs. Song... Gu Chun went inside and asked me Let me know the cell phone numbers of the two kidnappers." He took the mouse and typed several times on the keyboard without looking at it, and rows of numbers flashed on the screen—
"Here, on October 17 last year, two days before the news broke, here is Liu Zhun's number."