In fact, the misunderstanding between the two is not entirely the fault of Ye Zheng, and Jiang Kezhou can't escape if it really comes up. Ye Zheng is at least fully devoted to him, but Jiang Kezhou is naturally untrustworthy, and he always has reservations. Don't look at him being able to hide things from Ye Zheng, as if he can handle big things on his shoulders, but when Ye Zheng has something to hide from him, he immediately steps on the thunder point and starts to shrink back—to put it bluntly, he lacks sense of security.
It's hard to say whether this kind of personality is good or bad, but it is indeed easy to become an unstable factor in a relationship.
On Friday evening, Jiang Kezhou brought back a few pieces of paper when he got off work, and put them in the small study together with the briefcase. He had just left when Ye Zheng came in. He was planning to look for a book, but accidentally saw the unpacked form.
Jiang Kezhou took a shower and saw Ye Zheng's changed clothes in the bedroom, but no one was there. When he walked to the study, he found him standing in front of the small sofa looking at something, holding some familiar papers in his hand.
When Ye Zheng heard his footsteps, the serious expression on his face was instantly put away, and replaced with a pleasant expression, he turned his head and said, "Did you wash it? I came in to look for books just now, and when I saw the paper on the table, I thought it was my document."
"It's okay to read." Jiang Kezhou was used to being cautious, never bringing home official documents, and said indifferently, "It's not a confidential document."
Ye Zheng asked seemingly unintentionally: "Your company is going to open a branch in T City?"
Jiang Kezhou took the document from him, which was a blank transfer application form: "I guess it will be next year. The above means that they want me to be promoted to a higher level and lead them to do projects in the past. Wait a while Come back next year, and you will be able to get to the top."
What a joke. Now that people are under his nose, Ye Zheng is still afraid that he will grow wings and fly. If he let Jiang Kezhou go to T City for a few years, wouldn't that mean self-destructing the Great Wall
"Don't go," Ye Zheng grabbed his shoulders unreasonably, "What are you doing in such a place where birds don't lay eggs? Your boyfriend is raising you."
Jiang Kezhou only thought that he was being coquettish, and smiled without distraction: "You can't support me forever."
Unexpectedly, these words hit Ye Zheng's heart, and the yellow cabbage in the ground instantly got on his body, and Mr. Ye said aggrievedly: "You don't believe me, and you still say that you are not a scumbag who abandoned your husband and son..."
Jiang Kezhou: "..."
"Okay, stop acting like a baby," Jiang Kezhou dragged him towards the door, "The location of downtown T is good, and it's not far from this city. Besides, I haven't turned 30 yet, so it's not a bad thing to go out to practice for two years."
Ye Zheng jumped up as if someone stepped on his tail: "Are you really planning to go there?!"
Jiang Kezhou stopped and turned to look at him.
Usually when he looks at people like this and doesn't speak, it's a sign of getting angry. But Ye Zheng was at a time when he was not sure, and he heard that he had already made a decision, and his expression changed as if he had stepped on a void. Under his agitation, he inevitably missed his attention, and his tone was not very kind: "I won't let you go, don't even think about it."
Jiang Kezhou's eyes suddenly turned cold.
The unspeakable resistance and the suspicion of these days were superimposed, and quickly fermented into raging anger.
"Ye Zheng, I'm not the canary you kept in a cage," he called Ye Zheng's name by name, and sneered, "You've imprisoned me for four years, and now you plan to continue imprisoning me for the rest of your life? ?”
Ye Zheng was stunned.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Jiang Kezhou knew that he was serious.
His anger is more fleeting than fireworks. Ye Zheng's expression was like a basin of cold water, waking him up from the dazed stupor. For a moment Jiang Kezhou was completely at a loss, the feeling of being out of control lingered in his mind, and the dull pain of suffocation came belatedly from his chest.
At that moment just now, he was so strange that he was not even like himself.
"Yes, I'm sorry..." He realized slowly that his ending sound and fingers were trembling uncontrollably, "Sorry, I..."
Ye Zheng came back to his senses, and the one who went online with him was the IQ who had just pretended to be dead. He was also dizzy in a hurry, so he quarreled with Jiang Kezhou in a hurry. Thinking about it now, it's embarrassingly childish. He is a domineering president, and there are countless ways to keep Jiang Kezhou. After all, the person is already his, so there is plenty of time to slowly cultivate the relationship. Is it worthwhile to ignite it like a firecracker
He went to see Jiang Kezhou again, and found that his face was pale.
"Okay, okay, it's okay." Ye Zheng couldn't bear to be really angry with him, he hugged him into his arms, brushed his fingertips over his wet hair, and gently kneaded the back of his neck, The other one slowly stroked down the spine, "The one who was scolded didn't say anything, but you who lost your temper started to tremble first. What's the matter?"
He lowered his head and leaned closer to Jiang Kezhou's side face, and kissed lightly on his temples: "Hey, don't be angry. Come on, look up at me, whose husband and wife haven't had a quarrel yet, what's the big deal?"
However, Jiang Kezhou refused to look up, enduring the sudden welling up of tears, and pressed his eyes on his shoulders.
"Yo, are you sorry?" Ye Zheng coaxed him with a smile, "Why are you so cute?"
When the boss asked him to come to the office to bring up this matter today, Jiang Kezhou had already clearly expressed his refusal. In addition to the plan to change careers in the future, the relationship with Ye Zheng is also considered. This is the first time in his life that he fell in love with someone, sweetness and trepidation were equally divided, he didn't know how to express it, and it was difficult to recognize the other person's expression, so he had to accept all the affection poured into him, breaking every word Crushed and chewed the taste.
This is a stupid method that consumes mental effort when the brain wave frequency is not aligned and cannot follow the feeling. However, how can human emotions be covered in just a few words? Not everything in love is positive.
Ye Zheng's desire for monopoly and control, which is hidden deep inside, can't hold back even a little bit, and it can immediately push his emotions out of control.
His worry was well hidden, as if he was afraid of causing trouble to others, and he couldn't see it if he didn't pay attention to it—except this time. Fortunately, Ye Zheng found out early, he knew what he knew without saying anything, and took remedial measures in time. He took advantage of the holiday to stuff this dead house group into the car, and took it away to relax.
The S City Film Festival kicked off in May, and Ye Zheng received an invitation letter for the awards ceremony ahead of time, so he just took this opportunity to take Jiang Kezhou out to play, and he had the right to travel at public expense.
The two flew to S City one day in advance, and when they landed, they were received by the people arranged by the branch. Before coming here, Yan Zhixing had already greeted the person in charge here, reminding them that not only the boss, but also the future boss wife came here this time. The driver who drove them was a young man who was one year younger than Jiang Kezhou. When he saw the legendary "lady boss" for the first time, he was too scared to speak loudly. The way he looked at him was indescribably subtle. It's like sitting in the back seat of a car with a national treasure giant panda...
No, it's two.
Staying at Xihua Shengjing Hotel, Yan Zhixing sent the two of them upstairs, and confirmed tomorrow's itinerary with Ye Zheng. He intentionally delayed for a while, and while Jiang Kezhou was going to the bathroom, he lowered his voice and explained to Ye Zheng: "Mr. Ye, I saw Mr. Yan Jia's assistant in the lobby just now, and they may also live here."
Only Ye Zheng and Wang Songsheng had read the complete investigation report. Yan Zhixing didn't know the inside story, but he could vaguely guess something. However, he reminded Ye Zheng that it was purely because he was afraid that his rival would be jealous when they met each other. At least Jiang Kezhou knew that these two had indeed had an affair, and Yan Jia probably knew of Jiang Kezhou's existence long ago. It's okay if we don't see each other on weekdays, but if we meet each other face to face, who knows if the two will pounce on each other and scratch each other's faces.
Ye Zheng clicked his tongue impatiently: "Why is there him everywhere?"
"Mr. Yan Jia's nomination for Best Actor is currently the biggest favorite to win the award," Yan Zhixing said quickly when he heard footsteps coming from inside, "Anyway, you and Mr. Jiang should pay more attention when you go out. There are many reporters outside."
"I understand, thank you for your hard work." Ye Zheng raised his head to meet Jiang Kezhou who walked into the living room, as if he had changed his face in an instant, with tenderness in the corners of his eyes and brows. He smiled lazily and said, "Go, I'll take you to dinner."
With Yan Zhixing's reminder, Ye Zheng was low-key and careful when taking people out, and the reporters were busy squatting to watch the stars, so the two of them were not very eye-catching. It was just that when they passed the lobby back to the hotel at night, they heard a commotion. The two of them were taking the VIP elevator. Jiang Kezhou only had time to take a quick glance. The distance was too far to see anything clearly. He guessed that some popular star was staying, which aroused the excitement of reporters and fans.
The awards show is expected to start at eight o'clock, and preparations will start at four o'clock in the afternoon. Ye Zheng originally wanted to bring Jiang Kezhou there, but he ruthlessly refused on the grounds that he was too lazy to join in the crowd. Mr. Ye, who had no one to accompany him, could only grumble angrily and go to dress himself up, determined to show off the crowd tonight, so that some people can't see and touch him, and regret not killing him.
Jiang Kezhou stood by the door with his arms folded, peeking at him as he changed his clothes openly, and even encouraged him in a particularly vicious way: "Come on, you are the most beautiful."
At five o'clock, the two called the hotel service and had a simple meal in the room. Yan Zhixing knocked on the door at 5:30, Ye Zheng lowered his head and kissed Jiang Kezhou's lips lightly: "I'm leaving. If you go out alone, don't go too far, wait for me to come back."
"Okay. Don't worry."
Jiang Kezhou has a different kind of tolerance for this kind of mother-in-law's nagging. I didn't know how to cherish when I was young, but when I grow up and become sensible, no one will talk about him like that anymore. Now even though he has cultivated a "copper skin and iron frame" that is invulnerable to water and fire, the feeling of being kept in his heart is still enough to warm those years of quiet wind and frost.
At half past six, Ye Zheng arrived at the main venue. The door of the Maserati opened. He was dressed in a neat suit, with broad shoulders and long legs. His figure was as good as a male model. He stood in a crowd of celebrities with awe-inspiring aura. The flashing lights were all on, and Ye Zheng didn't see a smile on his face. He nodded reservedly and indifferently to the reporters, and walked quickly into the venue surrounded by several bodyguards.
Someone murmured: "The aura is really full... It's a pity that this appearance is not in the showbiz."
"Stop dreaming," said the person next to him with a smile, "The second son of the Xihua Ye family is rich and powerful, can he rely on his face for a living? Hey, here we come... Hurry up, Yan Jia is here!"
Yan Jia's image is much more friendly to the people than Ye Zheng's. He always smiles slightly, surrounded by cameras from all sides, and his facial features are flawless. He can take pictures casually without editing, and he can take them out directly to distribute promotional drafts.
At seven o'clock, the guests entered the venue one after another.
Jiang Kezhou turned on the TV and watched the news broadcast.
Ye Zheng was checking Weibo in the lounge, when the door rang twice, he raised his voice and said "Come in", Yan Zhixing hurriedly pushed the door open, and whispered a few words in his ear.
Ye Zheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Got it, I'm going now."
The mobile phone that was casually placed on the cabinet buzzed and vibrated, Jiang Kezhou turned the TV to silent, reached for the mobile phone, and found that it was an unfamiliar number without a mark.
He stared at the string of numbers, feeling as if he had seen it somewhere.
"Hello. Who is this?"
Jiang Kezhou had heard his voice many times on TV networks and other platforms, but this was the first time he had communicated with him directly by phone. The real person's voice was different from the ones he had heard before, full of magnetism and clear articulation, not as elegant and restrained as his, but with a hint of sharpness.
"Mr. Jiang, hello. I'm Yan Jia."
Jiang Kezhou opened his mouth, but was too shocked to make a sound. When he came back to his senses and was about to ask Yan Jia what he wanted from him, he suddenly heard him say on the other end of the phone: "Mr. Ye, good evening."
Jiang Kezhou froze for a moment.
Ye Zheng's voice was not high, but the room was very quiet, so Jiang Kezhou clearly heard him say, "What do you want from me?"
Yan Jia and Jiang Kezhou were strangers at least on the surface, but in private there was probably a smell of gunpowder that only the parties involved could smell. The other party called him first, then called Ye Zheng and asked him to listen in on their conversation. Are you planning to reveal the relationship history of the two of them to him? Or do you want to give him a telephone version of the old dream reliving
What is this, a provocation
"I plan to terminate the contract with the company at the end of the year," Yan Jia said calmly, "I specially invite you to come here and let me know."
"Terminate the contract? Yes." Ye Zheng said, "Bring your agent and the contract to my office to talk about it another day. There is no reason for the boss to come to you in person for this kind of shit. Is there anything else? "
Yan Jia seemed to sigh: "It seems that you really don't care... What about the kidnapping case last Christmas night? Can this topic make you stop and listen to me?"