Chapter 39: Tiger Sniffing Roses
When Qi Xing entered the house, he saw the chairs still stacked together at the foot of the courtyard wall. He felt a pang of pain in his teeth. When he climbed over the wall to go out in the morning, he really didn't expect that in less than 24 hours, he would be back.
I went through all this trouble in vain and even ended up in the hospital. It turned out that I had nothing better to do.
"Why don't you bring the chair in?"
He muttered this in a low voice, but Ye Xingzhou ignored him and went into the house first.
Qi Xing pouted and followed him in. Ye Xingzhou took off his coat and suit jacket, turned around and looked at him. Qi Xing felt a little uncomfortable for some reason and turned his eyes away to look around.
He was busy doing things when he came last night, and was in a hurry to leave this morning. He had not visited this place carefully. Now he felt that this place was really good. Although small, it had everything. The interior decoration was exquisite and stylish. Ye Xingzhou was a quiet person, but he really knew how to enjoy himself.
"Do you want to take a shower?" Ye Xingzhou suddenly asked.
Qi Xing reacted immediately, raising his hand to grab the zipper of his down jacket, as if he was afraid that Ye Xingzhou would come over and rip him off, and said vigilantly: "You don't keep your word, you just said you wouldn't touch me tonight..."
"Take a shower and go to bed." Ye Xingzhou interrupted him.
Qi Xing: “Oh.”
Well, he was just thinking too much.
Just wash it. It would be uncomfortable if you don’t wash it after going to the hospital.
He went to take a shower first, and when Ye Xingzhou came out of the shower, Qi Xing had already occupied the entire bed and quilt, wrapped himself up like a silkworm, and was almost falling asleep.
Ye Xingzhou sat down beside the bed and reached out to stroke his messy hair. Qi Xing opened one eye and looked at him: "You're not going to sleep here too, are you?"
"There is only one bedroom." Ye Xingzhou said.
Upon hearing this, Qi Xing immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.
It's not like they haven't slept together before, but he was usually too tired to move and then just fell into a deep sleep, like last night.
Do nothing and just sleep under the covers? How awkward is that? If he had known this would happen, he would have gone back to his cousin's house.
"Are you still feeling uncomfortable in your stomach?" Ye Xingzhou asked him.
Qi Xing closed his eyes, frowned, and muttered, "You're making my ears uncomfortable, bastard."
Then he heard Ye Xingzhou's chuckle, which was close to his ear. His warm breath brushed against his ear, making his ears itchy and his heart inexplicably itchy.
Qi Xing shrank his head and almost got into the quilt.
The bed beside him sank, and he was forced to move to the side to make room. The quilt wrapped around his body was also half pulled away. Then, Ye Xingzhou's strong and unignorable aura approached and enveloped him.
Qi Xing couldn't help complaining: "This bed is so big, can't you stay away from me? Isn't it disgusting for two grown men to be so sticky..."
More of Ye Xingzhou's scent and smell came down, blocking his chattering and noisy mouth.
“Hmm—”
Qi Xing came back to his senses and stretched out his hand to push Ye Xingzhou's shoulder, but he couldn't move him. This bastard was as strong as a bull. He stirred his tongue wildly in his mouth and kissed him fiercely.
Qi Xing was so angry that he wanted to beat someone up again, but Ye Xingzhou held both of his hands and kissed them until they were both almost out of breath. He stopped only after a pause, then pulled out of his mouth, breathing softly with their lips against each other.
"You bastard, your words sound like farts." Qi Xing cursed and bit him hard.
He glared at Ye Xingzhou who was staring at him with his head down, trying to see clearly into the man's eyes, but Ye Xingzhou reached out to turn off the bedside lamp, let go of his hand and fell back to the side.
The room suddenly fell into darkness. Qi Xing felt a little uncomfortable. He kicked his foot under the quilt towards Ye Xingzhou, but was held down and his calf was pinched. He immediately pulled his foot back and moved to the edge of the bed again to stay away from this bastard.
Ye Xingzhou is such a beast. He denies that he has a crush on him, but he kisses him for no reason and gets crazy and jealous. Haha. Y. U. X. I.
See how long you can pretend.
Qi Xing turned over, rubbed his belly and stomach which were still not feeling well, pressed his heart which was beating a little faster, closed his eyes, and quickly fell into a heartless sleep.
Ye Xingzhou put one hand behind his head, staring silently at a certain empty space in the darkness. Listening to the gradually steady breathing beside him, he felt calmer than ever before and slowly closed his eyes.
Qi Xing's illness came and went quickly. After a good night's sleep and some medicine, he was full of energy the next morning.
His stomach was growling with hunger, and when he sat down at the dining table, all Ye Xingzhou had sent was bland soup, which looked unappetizing, but Ye Xingzhou himself was planning to eat it.
"You still need to take care of your stomach. You can only eat this for the next two days."
Qi Xing poked the rice porridge in his bowl with chopsticks and said unhappily, "I'm fine now. I want to go back to Huaicheng."
Ye Xingzhou: "Rest for another day or two."
Qi Xing: "I'm not injured or lame, so what? Does Ye Shao have nothing to do? Why don't you go back after the work schedule is over?"
"There is something else," Ye Xingzhou said calmly, "I have an appointment with a friend to discuss business. We were originally going to discuss it at their place, but now the location has been changed. It's right here. They will be here soon."
Qi Xing: "Then you talk, I want to go back."
Ye Xingzhou: "You should listen along too."
What the hell does it have to do with me?
Qi Xing said impatiently: "It's okay if you don't go back. I want to go shopping, visit tourist attractions, and eat delicious food."
"You still want to go to the hospital?" Ye Xingzhou reminded him coldly, "Does it feel good to get an IV drip?"
Qi Xing was choked by him and had nothing to say. He opened his mouth and managed to say something after a long while: "You know I'm a patient but you don't comfort me. Will you die if you say something nice?"
Ye Xingzhou is so inconsiderate and overbearing that he would look down on her even if she really had a crush on him.
He drank his porridge in silence, but Ye Xingzhou suddenly asked, "What do you want to hear?"
Qi Xing swallowed the porridge in one gulp and almost choked. He looked up in surprise and saw Ye Xingzhou frowning and asking, "Can you choke while drinking porridge?"
Qi Xing looked at him with resentment in his eyes.
Ye Xingzhou paused and changed his tone: "Eat these today, take a rest for a day and don't go out. If the symptoms don't recur tomorrow, I'll take you for a walk."
Qi Xing snorted twice, that’s pretty good.
He was drinking porridge and saw the luggage that Ye Xingzhou's driver had brought him early in the morning. He thought of another thing: "Why did you arrive in less than ten minutes after I called you last night? Were you nearby at the time?"
Ye Xingzhou: "Your uncle said you were at your cousin's house."
Qi Xing didn't believe it: "He can't possibly give you the address of my cousin's house."
"It just so happened that a friend knew someone who was a colleague of your cousin, and I found out about it." Ye Xingzhou explained calmly.
Well, he really has great connections, he can find him like this.
Qi Xing was a little scared. Ye Xingzhou's dog-skin plaster was more powerful than he thought... Fortunately, this man just wanted to seduce him and not cheat him.
Ye Xingzhou turned his gaze to the yard outside and reminded Qi Xing: "It's snowing."
Qi Xing's gaze followed and he immediately smiled. He hadn't noticed just now that it was indeed snowing heavily outside, which was rare in a southern city like Huaicheng.
He finished the porridge in a few bites, pushed the bowl away and was about to stand up, but Ye Xingzhou held him down again: "You want to play in the snow? What if you catch a cold and your gastroenteritis recurs?"
Qi Xing disagreed: "I'm not weak, is it that serious?"
Ye Xingzhou: "Aren't you weak and fragile?"
"Who are you looking down on?" Qi Xing kicked him and insisted on getting up and leaving.
Ye Xingzhou followed him out. The boy grabbed a handful of snow, rolled it into a ball, and threw it directly at Ye Xingzhou, who was standing under the eaves by the door. He laughed when he hit Ye Xingzhou. Seeing that Ye Xingzhou was calm and just staring at him, he said innocently, "Oh, sorry, my hand slipped."
Ye Xingzhou didn't bother with him. He leaned against the door, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
Not being able to see Ye Xingzhou's expression change as he wished, Qi Xing felt it was boring and ignored him. He started playing by himself and made a snowman in the middle of the yard.
Ye Xingzhou smoked nonchalantly, following Qi Xing's gaze. He saw him enthusiastically piling up the snow little by little, and running in and out from time to time to find suitable things to use as decorations. He could entertain himself happily even when playing alone.
The snow and fog blurred his face, but his smile was brighter than the morning sun at the beginning of the year.
The naive young master, who knew nothing about the world, was spoiled, indulged and pampered by his family and friends, and grew up to be what he is today.
It is completely different from the evil elements like him who struggled to grow up in the dark quagmire.
Just like a tiger smelling a rose, he wants to break and destroy it, but he also wants it to bloom more beautifully and luxuriantly, just for himself.
When he finished smoking a cigarette, Qi Xing ran back to Ye Xingzhou and stared at his tie.
"There's no one else here. What kind of tie are you wearing? I've never seen anyone more pretentious than you. Lend it to me."
As he spoke, he reached out and pulled it. This was not the first time he had done the same thing, so he was very skilled at it.
Ye Xingzhou's gaze stopped at his face, and Qi Xing raised his eyelids: "Young Master, even if I am as beautiful as a flower, you don't have to stare at me like this, right?"
Ye Xingzhou looked mischievous: "Can't watch?"
Qi Xing hooked his fingers on his tie and pulled his neck forward, pulling the bastard's head closer. Their breathing staggered, Qi Xing suppressed his voice and cursed, "If you look at me again, I'll dig out your eyes."
When his lips were almost touching, he winked, hooked Ye Xingzhou's tie into his hand, and stepped back with a smile: "Thanks."
Ye Xingzhou raised his eyebrows. Qi Xingzhi, who had succeeded, went back to make the snowman triumphantly and tied his tie to the round snowman's chest.
Half an hour later, when Qi Xing's masterpiece was completed, the guests that Ye Xingzhou had invited also arrived.
They were two young men who looked about the same age as him. Qi Xing was not interested at first, but when he saw one of them, his eyes suddenly lit up and he whistled in his heart. She turned out to be a great beauty.
He has the same gentle and handsome appearance as Lin Zhinian, but he is much more handsome than Lin Zhinian.
Qi Xing was all smiles, and immediately didn't mind being left behind to listen to Ye Xingzhou talking business with them. Ye Xingzhou glanced at him indifferently and introduced them.
The person Qi Xing liked also had the word "zhi" in his name, and his name was Ning Zhiyuan. The other person who came with him was called Cen Zhisen, who was Ye Xingzhou's classmate when he studied in the UK.
In fact, it should be Cen Zhisen who brought Ning Zhiyuan to meet Ye Xingzhou, his old classmate, and discuss business with him.
According to these two people, they are brothers. Qi Xing was a little surprised to hear that, and his eyes moved between the two of them. Brothers? They don't look alike?
The other one is obviously a pretentious guy of the same type as Ye Xingzhou. How could he be a brother of the beauty he likes? What kind of world is this?
Ye Xingzhou invited them in. Qi Xing lagged behind and took the opportunity to pull Ye Xingzhou aside and asked in a low voice, "Are they really brothers? How come they don't look alike at all and don't even have the same last name?"
Ye Xingzhou: “No.”
As to why it was not and why it was, he did not explain.
Qi Xing's mind raced, and he understood instantly: "So he's a foster brother or a foster brother? Like us?"
Ye Xingzhou: "We?"
Qi Xing pointed at him, then at himself: "You, my father."
Ye Xingzhou: “…”
He calmed down, said nothing, and pushed the little bastard into the door.
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