The hospital was empty and silent at night.

Shen Ran and Ziyu had already gone back, and Ye Linchuan was curled up on the small sofa. The eldest son's condition was unstable. He didn't dare to fall asleep. Whenever his eyelids were about to droop, he would quickly open them. Seeing that Ye Qinghe's condition was stable, he would continue to rest on the sofa.

In the silence, a crisp sound came from the mobile phone.

It was an unfamiliar email, the subject line read—[Zhao Jiaming’s criminal evidence. ]

Weird.

Ye Linchuan frowned, tiptoed to the table, took out his laptop, plugged in the headphones and pressed the switch.

The email did not have a proposed name, and its origin is unknown.

His computer was only used for stock trading, and he didn't put anything important. Ye Linchuan had no worries, just downloaded the file and opened it.

The file was loading slowly, and he was a little impatient.

However, when Ye Linchuan saw the contents, Ye Linchuan's dazed mind instantly awoke.

There are proofs of Zhao Jiaming's misappropriation of the company's accounts; there are also photos and videos of Zhao Jiaming's meeting with the hostile company, and the conversation where he threatened shareholders to expel him from the Ye Group...

Ye Linchuan's expression darkened every time he read one.

He originally thought that Zhao Jiaming was only connected with a hostile company, but he didn't expect him to leak company secrets, and he didn't expect him to misappropriate the assets of the subsidiary while he was not there. It's... so brave.

Ye Linchuan was short of breath, and his breathing was slightly messy.

He quietly glanced at Ye Qinghe who was sleeping on the bed, and decided to clear the door tomorrow! ! !

The night flew by.

When it was about dawn, Shen Zhou came to visit with his younger brother and sister with the prepared breakfast.

Today, Ye Qinghe's complexion has improved a lot. Seeing them come in, he has a warm smile on his face: "Actually, you don't have to come so early."

"Ya Ya is clamoring to come." Shen Zhou put down the thermos cup, filled a bowl of hot porridge and handed it to him, "While it's hot."

"Thank you." Ye Qinghe took it and glanced at Ye Ya again. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she must have cried for a long time. Ye Qinghe felt sorry, freed up his hand and patted her little head, "Did Ya Ya dream about brother yesterday?"

"Yes." Ye Ya nodded slightly behind her hands.

"What did you dream about?"

Ye Ya didn't want to chat with him, stared at the bowl in his hand, and ordered in a milky voice: "Brother, don't talk, you can write and drink porridge. Brother Shen Zhou has been cooking for a long time in the morning."

"Okay, I'll drink it quickly." He drank the porridge in three or two mouthfuls, and looked up to see Ye Ya still watching him, with a deep expression, not as lively as before.

"Why Ya Ya keeps her hands behind her back." Ye Qinghe noticed her abnormality.

Ye Ya pursed her lips and said nothing.

Shen Zhou replied instead of her: "Ya Ya was playing with a knife in the morning and accidentally cut her finger."

Hearing Ye Qinghe's heart tightened, he grabbed Ye Ya and forcibly pulled out her little hand that had been hiding for a long time.

Ye Ya's short little finger was wrapped with a cute and lovely Band-Aid, and it seemed that the injury was not serious. Ye Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief and taught a lesson: "Didn't my brother say that you can't play with knives? Look, you're injured." After speaking, he blew, "Does it hurt?"

Ye Ya shook her head, stared at the empty bowl of porridge and smiled secretly.

She originally wanted to put more blood, but Shen Zhou quickly found out, and finally only handed a small drop.

The blood of four-leaf clover has a therapeutic effect. It can cure Ziyu's head, and it must also cure his brother's heart.

She drops a little every day, a little every day, my brother will get better one day! ! ! !

Ye Ya's thoughts were systematically penetrated, and she couldn't help but complain about her: [Ya Ya, fortunately you are wearing romantic texts. If this is a horror novel, you are a ghost. ]

Say it in vain, and she can't understand it.

Ye Ya really didn't understand.

The system continued: [Don't you think it's disgusting to let your brother drink your blood? Let me ask you another way, are you willing to drink your brother's blood every day? ]

Ye Ya fell into contemplation towards her little finger.

See, she doesn't want to.

The system sighed deeply.

Ye Ya quickly put this matter aside, and Ziyu and the others continued chatting around the bed, not paying attention that Ye Linchuan, who was beside him, had already tidied up and was ready to leave with his computer.

"Dad, are you going home?" Ziyu asked.

"I'm going to the company." Ye Linchuan didn't hide it, and looked at Shen Zhou, "Please take them back later."

Ye Linchuan approached a few steps and brushed Ye Qinghe's soft and thick hair with a big hand, "I'll accompany you at night when I'm done."

As these words fell, the black bird and the white cat looked at him together, and there were other meanings in the beast's eyes.

Something is wrong.

Ye Ya bit her fingers, blinked her eyes, jumped out of bed and chased out.

"Adi Adi, I'll go with you—!"

Ye Linchuan stopped.

Ye Ya raised her hand high: "Bad uncle will bully you! Ya Ya can protect you!!!"

Ye Linchuan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Don't make trouble, I'm going to do business, you good brothers..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Ya began to drag him to cry and make a fuss, the sharp childish voice making his head buzz. Ye Linchuan covered her ears, bent down and took her into his arms, "Stop screaming, just take you there."

brush.

Ye Ya instantly closed her voice.

He put his arm around the man's neck and pointed to the door with the other. He was majestic, like a grandma.