The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became strange. Even Zhou Zhensheng, who had always been carefree, seemed to sense something. He lowered his head and pretended to look at his phone. He said nothing, but kept glancing between Yan Xiao and Ye Fei out of the corner of his eyes.
In silence, Yan Xiao sent the group photo again and said calmly: "There was a problem with the focus of the camera just now."
"Really?" Ye Fei's naughty laughter suddenly came from the side. He supported his chin with one hand and looked at Yan Xiao meaningfully, as if he could easily see through that shallow disguise.
Yan Xiao said "yes" and tightened his grip on the phone.
My heart beat so fast that it almost burst out of my chest. This was the first time that Yan Xiao had such a conflicting mentality. He was afraid that he would see through it, but he was also afraid that he would never see through it.
"Like this..." Ye Fei rubbed the pillow in her arms, her lips curled up slightly, "I thought it was Mr. Yan's poor skills."
The air stagnated for a moment.
"Damn it!" Gu Ruijia threw a pillow at him and scolded him with a smile, "You can drive like this, do you need me to make a room for you two now?"
Ye Fei dodged backwards. Yan Xiao was sitting very close to him. When he moved, his back was pressed against Yan Xiao.
"Thank you, but it's not necessary." Ye Fei was thick-skinned. He took a sip of wine without changing his expression and accepted Gu Ruijia's teasing with a smile.
Zhou Zhensheng chuckled and pinched his throat to say in a mean way, "Don't you know best whether Mr. Yan's skills are good or not?" He glanced at Yan Xiao, who had a serious expression on his face, and said, "Right, Mr. Yan."
Yan Xiao actually didn't understand what they were saying. His mind was still on the photo that was sent to the wrong person, so he mistakenly thought that the others were talking about photography techniques.
He has not undergone professional assessment and does not know where his true level lies. But thinking that the photo just now was of Ye Fei alone, and only he was qualified to say whether it was taken well or not, he nodded and said, "Yes."
The room was suddenly filled with screams and whistles, almost blowing the roof off.
Gu Ruijia slammed the coffee table so loudly that the wine flew out of the glass.
Several people went crazy together. As expected, the boss is the boss and he knows how to have fun!
Ye Fei choked on a mouthful of wine and started coughing heart-wrenchingly. His face turned slightly red, and he stared at Yan Xiao: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
It was clearly he who started it, but he turns around and blames others for being unreserved.
How is that nonsense?
Yan Xiao was puzzled and was about to speak when Ye Fei suddenly covered his mouth with her backhand.
"Okay, okay, stop talking." If you continue talking, I don't know where you're going to end up.
Ye Fei was originally leaning on his shoulder, and when she turned around, it was as if she was taking the initiative to nestle in Yan Xiao's arms.
Yan Xiao lowered his eyes.
He was half a head shorter than herself, with a small, pale face, and his eyes were slightly watery due to the violent coughing, showing a kind of obedience that was completely different from usual.
After seven years of secret love and six months of marriage, the two have never been so close.
Yan Xiao's lips pressed against Ye Fei's palm, feeling the warmth of his skin, and suddenly he had an inappropriate impulse.
He wanted to hug him, kiss him, and make him feel different emotions because of him...
But reason immediately jumped out and blocked this strong emotion, because I liked him/her so much, I couldn't afford the risk of losing him/her.
In the end, Yan Xiao just restrained himself and hugged Ye Fei's waist. Fearing that he would find out, he didn't dare to use too much strength and just hugged him gently.
Ye Fei indeed didn't notice it, he was still thinking about the photo he had just sent to the group.
Because the focus was too forward, not only did his face appear larger, but the edges were also blurry, making him look particularly ugly.
In this position, he reached out for Yan Xiao's phone and asked, "Delete that photo."
Yan Xiao raised his wrist and dodged his move.
"Okay, I won't look at your phone." Ye Fei thought he didn't want her to touch his phone. After all, in today's information society, a phone is a person's biggest privacy. "Just delete it yourself."
Yan Xiao still didn't move, and said, "I'll delete it when I get back."
"Why wait until you get back?" Ye Fei was dissatisfied and pushed Yan Xiao, "Delete it now."
He glanced at Yan Xiao, his eyes raised, like a little fox with bad intentions: "You don't want to keep my ugly photos to threaten me, do you?"
ugly? Yan Xiao felt that there might be something wrong with Ye Fei’s self-perception. How can she be ugly? She is obviously very beautiful.
"Hurry up," Ye Fei couldn't help but urged when she didn't get a response, "Otherwise I'll really steal your phone."
Yan Xiao couldn't refuse Ye Fei, especially now that Ye Fei was nestled in his arms with his reflection in her eyes. He slowly unlocked his phone and clicked on the photo.
"Delete it quickly, delete it quickly." Ye Fei didn't want to look at it any longer and turned his eyes away with disgust.
Yan Xiao clicked the lower right corner and pressed the "Delete Photo" option. Seeing this, Ye Fei was finally satisfied and continued chatting with Gu Ruijia and the others without any psychological burden.
Unexpectedly, the next second, Yan Xiao clicked into the recently deleted album and restored the photos.
It’s just a bit of a pity that Ye Fei didn’t continue to rely on him.
"Ye Fei, the stock you recommended last time was amazing," Zhou Zhensheng swallowed his double-skin milk and turned to look at Ye Fei after a group of people gathered around the coffee table to chat after they had almost finished drinking. "My mother also bought some, and the price went up a lot the next day. She even regretted not buying enough."
If he hadn't mentioned it, Ye Fei would have almost forgotten about it. He logged into the software and refreshed it, and saw that the money he had invested had multiplied several times in just a few days.
It's a pity that his capital is too small, otherwise he could pay off Yan Xiao's debt just by buying stocks, and there would be no need to work so hard to negotiate the project.
Ye Fei thought about it, and almost a week later, the U.S. stock market continued to fall and triggered two circuit breakers in succession. This time, even this stock was not immune.
"Let's sell it in the next few days," Ye Fei remembered the day of the circuit breaker. After all, it was a major event that would go down in history. But he couldn't remember exactly when the stock started to fall. "The situation has not been good recently."
"Huh?" Sun Qiong was surprised. "No way, I think the momentum is good now, and it can rise again."
"There must be something wrong when things are abnormal. Such a rapid increase is not normal." Ye Fei said a few words with ambiguous meanings, and sold the stocks without hesitation in front of several people.
"Wow, you really sell yourself out." Zhou Zhensheng originally wanted to hide for a while, but when he saw Ye Fei's actions, his heart suddenly started beating. Since Ye Fei was able to do it so cleanly and efficiently, does it mean that this stock is really not doing well?
As for Gu Ruijia, he did whatever Ye Fei said and sold his stocks immediately.
"Stop wasting time," Gu Ruijia kicked Zhou Zhensheng and said impatiently, "How can Ye Fei still trick you?"
Zhou Zhensheng thought about it and agreed. Although he was still reluctant, his previous experience told him that it would be better to listen to Ye Fei. He gritted his teeth and started working on the software.
People tend to follow the herd mentality. After several of his friends sold their products, Sun Qiong no longer insisted. While entering the password, he asked Ye Fei: "Are there any more stocks like this? I'll take any."
"You wish." Ye Fei glanced at him, "If I were that accurate, I would make a fortune from this."
Sun Qiong thought about it and stopped talking.
"But..." Ye Fei suddenly changed the subject, "I've been interested in science fiction movies recently."
What a coincidence, as soon as he said this, Gu Ruijia's phone rang. When he picked up the phone, it turned out to be Song Wen, the director of "Time and Space Redemption".
After hearing from a friend that an investor was looking for him, Song Wen didn't want to waste even a second. Regardless of the fact that it was already late at night, he couldn't wait to contact Gu Ruijia.
Gu Ruijia had no interest in the movie and directly handed the phone to Ye Fei.
Ye Fei listened to Song Wen's humble and uneasy voice on the other end of the phone, and thought about how popular he would be in the future, and felt a little sad.
He did not interrupt Song Wen's endless explanation of the script, but only asked some questions from time to time, implicitly indicating that he was listening carefully. Song Wen was encouraged by his attitude and calmed down a lot, and his tone gradually became calmer.
The two of them got along better and better as they talked, and finally agreed to meet at Tianxi Entertainment tomorrow morning before hanging up the phone.
"Are you serious?" Gu Ruijia had a complicated expression. He originally thought that Ye Fei was just in a spur of the moment mood.
"Yes." Ye Fei handed him the phone and turned to Zhou Zhensheng and Sun Qiong, "I have an appointment with the director tomorrow morning. If you are interested, you can come along."
"No, no." Zhou Zhensheng waved his hands repeatedly. If it was a comedy, he could still get involved, but forget about science fiction.
Sun Qiong also shook his head.
"Okay," Ye Fei didn't force it. He looked at the time and it was almost one o'clock. "Then I'll go back first. It won't be good to meet someone tomorrow if I'm yawning all the time."
"Go ahead." Since they had almost finished drinking, the few people didn't keep him any longer. But in her heart, she was secretly wondering what it was about this young director that caught Ye Fei's eye.
"Oh, by the way, Old Sun," Ye Fei took two steps and suddenly stopped, "I'd like to trouble you to pay more attention to the house for me."
Sun Qiong patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."
His family is in real estate, so helping Ye Fei find a good house is no big deal.
Ye Fei nodded and pulled Yan Xiao out the door.
The driver had been waiting downstairs for a long time. After opening the door for the two of them, he asked Yan Xiao, "Mr. Yan, how fast do you want to drive?"
Yan Xiao frowned and stared at the driver, until the driver was at a loss, and then he said, "No more than seventy."
I've been following him for such a long time, but how come I can't even remember his habits?
"Okay." The driver started the car as if he had been pardoned, thinking that Mr. Yan was becoming more and more difficult to serve. For the same road conditions, sometimes the fare is 70, sometimes 120, and I don't know why.
The car was driving quietly on the streets at night. During the short twenty-minute drive, Yan Xiao kept looking at Ye Fei, as if he had something to say to him.
Ye Fei had noticed it a long time ago, but he deliberately didn't say anything, just to see how long Yan Xiao could endure it.
Facts have proved that Yan Xiao is really patient. He didn't say a word until they got out of the car and returned home.
Ye Fei was too lazy to take the initiative. Since no one had said anything, it meant it was not an urgent matter. He opened the door and was about to go in when Yan Xiao suddenly called him from behind: "Ye Fei."
Ye Fei turned around: "Hmm?"
Yan Xiao asked him: "Why are you looking for a house?"
Ye Fei thought it was something serious. He raised his eyes and looked at Yan Xiao, and said lightly: "After divorcing you, I will have to move out. I don't want to live at home, so of course I have to find a house."
Yan Xiao looked at him quietly without saying anything.
Ye Fei waited for a moment, and when he didn't speak again, she walked into the room and closed the door.
He glanced at today's news, then found a short film that Song Wen had shot in his early years on the Internet, then put down his phone and prepared to take a shower.
I had just taken off half of my clothes when I heard a knock on the door. It was a typical Yan Xiao style of knocking on the door, knocking twice and pausing for five seconds, very regular.
Ye Fei's current condition was not suitable for opening the door, so he asked him directly: "What's the matter?"
"Ye Fei," Yan Xiao called his name, his voice a little muffled, "Can you not move out?"
Of course not. It would be inappropriate to live together after divorce.
Ye Fei threw the T-shirt on the chair and asked casually, "What's the matter?"
"I don't want you to move away." Yan Xiao said.
Through the door, Ye Fei couldn't see how sad the expression on his face was.
He lowered his eyes for a while, then said, "I don't want a divorce either."
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