As soon as the words fell, the room fell into deathly silence.
Father Ye raised his hand and threw the teacup over here, saying sternly: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
The purple clay teacup fell to Ye Fei's feet and broke into pieces. The remaining hot tea in the cup splashed onto his ankles. It wasn't very hot, but it felt like a burning sensation.
He stood up and spread his hands: "Then there is nothing we can do."
"I think you're just looking for trouble!" Father Ye pointed at Ye Fei and said arrogantly, "I'm telling you, you have to take care of it today, whether you want to or not!"
Ye Fei sneered and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Ye Yao.
"Ye Fei, you said you loved me the most," Ye Yao stared at him with his neck stiffened, as if he had suffered great humiliation, "Is that how much you love me?"
Ye Fei looked at Ye Yao coldly. He was two years old when his mother died, and Ye Yao was only three years younger than him. The two brothers could be said to have grown up together.
Twenty years is enough to tame an animal, but what about Ye Yao?
Ye Fei's sincerity to him was met with gloating and vicious curses in front of the bed. Before this, Ye Fei had never known that his seemingly good brother actually had such a deep hatred for him in his heart.
How can you have the nerve to ask for love for such a thing that is worse than pigs and dogs?
Ye Fei said: "Are you worthy?"
He has a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes with thick and long eyelashes. When he smiles, he looks charming and affectionate, but when he is cold, he has a compelling sharpness. Just a faint glance at Ye Yao at this moment made him tremble involuntarily.
Realizing his own reaction, Ye Yao became angry and said, "Are you fucking sick? You don't want to help me, who do you think you are..."
"Ayao!" Ye's father stopped him in time.
Ye Yao opened his mouth, but under his father's warning look, he closed it unwillingly.
"What exactly are you dissatisfied with?" Father Ye suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, "Don't forget, you also have a share in the company. Helping A Yao is also helping yourself!"
Ye Fei took out his phone and browsed the recent news, and said nonchalantly: "I care?"
Ding Yuan can survive until now only thanks to him. As long as he wants, he can get not only one Ding Yuan but also ten Ding Yuans. How could he covet such a small thing?
"You!" Ye's father's lungs hurt from being pushed by him. His chest felt tight and he started coughing violently.
"Dad, are you okay?" Ye Yao immediately stepped forward to hand him some water and patted his back, acting like a good son before turning to Ye Fei and saying, "Look at you, you've made me so mad!"
"Ye Yao," Ye Fei took a step forward and looked at him with a half-smile, "Why didn't I know you were so shameless before?"
"You are fucking shameless!" Ye Yao was impulsive by nature, and his brain was buzzing with excitement after hearing this. Without thinking, he rushed forward with his fists clenched.
Ye Fei took a step back, dodged his movement sideways, and raised her leg to kick him hard.
Ye Yao didn't expect that his elder brother, who always responded to his requests, would actually fight with him. He was caught off guard, his knees went weak, and he fell heavily onto the glass coffee table.
After a crisp snapping sound, the surface of the coffee table began to shatter outwards inch by inch with Ye Yao's center of gravity as the center.
Sharp glass fragments pierced into his flesh, bright red blood gushed out instantly, and Ye Yao's screams echoed throughout the living room.
"Ayao!" Ye's father was stunned for a few seconds. After he reacted, he stopped coughing and quickly ran over to pull Ye Yao.
The feeling of being able to use strength was so wonderful that Ye Fei was in a good mood and couldn't help but kick Ye Yao again.
Ye Yao, whose upper body had just been pulled up by Ye's father, staggered and fell into the glass shards again, howling even more miserably.
"Ye Fei! Are you crazy? You are so cruel to your brother!" Father Ye felt so distressed when he saw Ye Yao bleeding. If he had his hands free, he would have taken the money back from Ye Fei immediately.
"Indeed," Ye Fei nodded in agreement and said regretfully, "Why didn't I do it earlier?"
Father Ye had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat and he almost fainted.
Ye Fei turned on the camera and leaned over to take a few photos of the disheveled Ye Yao. He admired it leisurely for a while, added a filter, and then walked out of the door amid Ye's father's scolding and shouting.
Outside the door, birds are singing and the gentle summer breeze brings the tranquil fragrance of flowers. Ye Fei took a deep breath, spread out her palms to catch a small bunch of falling lilac flowers. Her eyes were slightly wet, but the corners of her lips couldn't help but curl up.
Great, he's back.
However, his good mood lasted less than a minute. When Ye Fei passed by an off-road vehicle and accidentally caught a glimpse of the image reflected on the window, his face froze.
In his previous life, he took over Dingyuan right after graduating from university. In order not to be looked down upon, I always dress maturely.
Forget the rigid black suit, Ye Fei took off the plain glasses on his nose and threw them directly into the trash can. What's the matter with these tacky glasses that even programmers look down on? !
Ye Fei touched her hair that was fixed with hairspray. She had originally planned to go home and sort out her thoughts, but she immediately changed her mind and took a taxi straight to the styling studio.
If he were to live his life over again, he would never suppress himself again. He wants to spend the only two years of his life as he pleases and in a carefree manner.
The studio that Ye Fei went to was very famous in the circle. It took a high-end approach and did not accept non-members. In his previous life, he always wanted to experience it, but it was always put on hold for various reasons. He had opened his membership card for several years but had no purchases. Unexpectedly, it would bring convenience to his current life.
After verifying his identity, the stylist brought him a cocktail with a low alcohol content and asked him, "What kind of hairstyle do you want?"
Ye Fei held the wine glass in one hand, carefully studying the image in the mirror, and asked: "Not too long, not too hot, and most importantly..." He narrowed his eyes, "It must be handsome."
The stylist chuckled and said, "Don't worry, with a look like yours, you'll look good no matter what you do."
Ye Fei raised an eyebrow and took a sip of wine: "Thank you, you look good too."
He has a nonchalant air about him, and is especially charming when he lowers his brows and smiles. The stylist blushed, cleared her throat to calm herself down, picked up the pad and took a frontal photo of Ye Fei.
"Then I'll use your photo to make a simulation," he loaded the photo into a small program and explained to Ye Fei, "If you think it's okay, I'll cut it according to the picture later. If you're not satisfied, I'll do it again."
Ye Fei nodded happily: "Okay."
The stylist heaved a sigh of relief and exclaimed, "I just like clients like you who are straightforward."
"That's right," Ye Fei lazily leaned against the back of the chair and chatted with him, "It's just a haircut, what's the point of being so entangled."
The stylist complained: "There are so many things to worry about. In our industry, we can meet all kinds of people."
"Don't disbelieve me," seeing his nonchalant look, the stylist found an example, "Not to mention the one who came into the store before you. He refused to cooperate and refused to be styled no matter what. He was very difficult to deal with."
Is there such a weird thing?
Ye Fei was speechless: "Then why is he here?"
Speaking of this, the stylist also found it a little funny. While drawing on the pad with his fingers, he said, "He was tricked by his friend."
The stylist sighed: "I wanted to say a few words with his friends, but after being glanced at, I didn't dare to go forward. His aura was so strong."
"Is it true?" Ye Fei was quite surprised, but also a little curious, "Who is it? A celebrity?"
"No, he seems to be the president of some company?" The stylist only vaguely heard it and was not sure, "But he is really handsome, more dazzling than a star."
Ye Fei became interested and put the wine glass on the table: "Has the person left?"
"No, he's in the box, and his friend is still communicating with him." As he was talking, the stylist had already finished the simulation. He held up the Pad and asked Ye Fei, "What do you think of this?"
It really shows that he has a good reputation.
Ye Fei looked at the simulated image and was quite satisfied: "Okay."
"That's settled then. I'll take you to the box."
Taking the privacy of customers into consideration, the lobby of this studio is only used for reception and communication, while a series of projects such as styling and beauty treatments are carried out in separate boxes.
The stylist took Ye Fei to the second floor. Just as they passed through a small indoor garden area, they heard a faint sound coming from the front.
"Right here," the stylist pointed to a half-open box in the front diagonal and whispered in Ye Fei's ear, "The person I just told you about."
The closer we got, the clearer the voices became.
"The Internet conference is coming up soon, so what's wrong with you getting a trendy hairstyle and using your face to attract traffic to our new game?" The man's voice was filled with madness, "Other CEOs are still doing live broadcasts to sell goods!"
For some reason, Ye Fei always felt that the voice sounded familiar. He slowed down and turned to look into the box.
The first thing that came into view was a laptop computer. The screen was on and a pair of slender hands were typing on the keyboard, making crisp clicking sounds.
It was a very business scene, which was out of place with the box filled with hairdressing supplies.
Ye Fei moved forward slightly, and the view that was blocked by the door frame gradually widened.
He was a young man, wearing a crisp dark blue suit, his long legs naturally apart under the table, neither raised nor tilted. His back was straight and his sitting posture was nice and upright.
As my eyes continued to move upwards, a handsome and familiar face caught my eye without warning.
Ye Fei: “…”
Ye Fei held his forehead with his hand. He never expected that the difficult client mentioned by the stylist would be Yan Xiao, the person he had a contract marriage with and his legal significant other.
"Brother! Brother Xiao! Dad!" Cheng Minghao almost knelt down and hugged his thighs, "Just this once! I promise! Since you're here, just get your hair done before you leave."
Yan Xiao stared at the computer screen expressionlessly and continued sending emails.
"If I can do it for you, I won't use you," Cheng Minghao changed his strategy after his plea failed, and started to flatter Yan Xiao crazily, "I'm not as handsome as you, and I don't have millions of fans. What a great free advertising opportunity. If you don't grab it, you're not a Chinese, Brother Xiao!"
"Cheng Minghao." Yan Xiao closed his notebook and looked up.
"Hey hey hey!" Cheng Minghao was delighted. Did he agree? God bless you! He finally convinced this piece of iron!
"You talk too much." Yan Xiao put the computer into his bag.
Cheng Minghao: “…”
Cheng Minghao's high spirits instantly dropped and he cursed wildly in his heart.
Damn it, anyone who has a good-looking face but doesn’t know how to cherish it should be dragged out and beaten to death! !
"Brother Xiao..." He wanted to struggle again.
Yan Xiao had lost his patience and stood up with his computer bag, ready to leave. As soon as he turned around, he met Ye Fei's smiling eyes.
Yan Xiao's steps froze in an instant.
"Hi," Ye Fei walked in and greeted him, "Are you leaving?"
"Yeah," Cheng Minghao knew Ye Fei and replied with a resentful look on his face, "Brother Fei, you are here too, what a coincidence, but we..."
"No." Yan Xiao suddenly interrupted him quickly.
Cheng Minghao was puzzled: "No, I won't leave..."
Yan Xiao didn't let him continue, and quickly continued: "I accept your proposal based on the development of the company."
Cheng Minghao didn't react for a moment, and opened his mouth stupidly: "Huh?"
Yan Xiao: "I do my hair."
Cheng Minghao, who had tried to persuade her for an hour without success, said: "???"
Stylist: “???”
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