"A Fei, this time it's your brother's fault, you just help him once."

Father Ye put down the teacup in his hand, looked into Ye Fei's eyes, and said earnestly: "He is young and has a simple personality, so he is forgiven for being deceived. You work harder to recover the investment money, no matter how much. Money can't be wasted."

At this time it was evening, the sky had just turned dark, and the lights in the house had not yet been lit. The faint sunlight shone into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows and gathered on the young man sitting on the sofa.

The young man was wearing a flawless black suit, with a pair of thick-rimmed glasses on his tall nose, and his hair was all combed back, revealing a complete face. It should have been dressed in a more earthy way, but he looks too good, and his beautiful facial features suppress the earthiness, showing a noble sense of luxury.

Ye Yao glanced at him, suppressed the jealousy in his heart, moved to his side and said coquettishly: "Brother, please help me. It's not that I don't listen to you, it's because the prospects of their plans are too good, I don't blame me. ."

Ye Fei lowered her head and stared at her hand motionlessly, without any reaction.

Father Ye frowned and raised his voice dissatisfied: "Ye Fei, did you hear what I said?"

This sound finally made Ye Fei, who was immersed in his thoughts, regain his senses. He slowly raised his head, and his scattered eyes wandered for a few seconds, and finally focused on Ye's father.

"Your brother also sees that it is too hard for you to manage the company alone, and wants to share a little for you. When everyone makes mistakes, I have taught him a lesson." Father Ye picked up the phone and squinted his presbyopic eyes to carefully read the date above. "Today is the 18th, and this month will resolve this matter, okay?"

The room was quiet for a while. Just when Father Ye couldn't help but want to speak again, Ye Fei suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "What day do you say today?"

"eighteen."

"How many months?"

Father Ye was stunned for a moment, and said angrily, "How many months can it be? May 18th!"

May 18, late spring and early summer.

But he clearly remembered that it should be winter, and the day before, there was a heavy snowfall that was rare in a century, so that various TV stations were broadcasting in turn.

Ye Fei looked away from Ye's father's outdated fingerprint-locked phone, swept across the lilac flowers surrounded by the window, and finally settled on the back of her fair hand without any pinholes and bruises.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his beating heart, closed and opened his eyes, and finally stood up slowly as if he had made up his mind.

There was no feeling of softness or falling, and the strong legs supported the whole body and stood firmly on the ground.

Ye Fei leaned against the wine cabinet, feeling the slight pain from the hardwood partition on her back, and suddenly smiled.

After being diagnosed with ALS for half a month and paralyzed in bed for a week, he returned to two years ago, when he was 24 years old.

The scene in front of him is very familiar, and it is the first time Ye Yao got into trouble.

The Ye family runs a small film and television company. Four months ago, despite Ye Fei's persuasion, Ye Yao invested in a period drama that was said to be 100% explosive.

Who knew that the whole project was actually a mess, and he squandered the more than 20 million invested by him not long after the shooting.

Ye Yao is now difficult to ride a tiger, and continuing to invest is equivalent to taking money to fill the bottomless pit. Get out of here, then all the money you paid before will be wasted.

As usual, Father Ye asked Ye Fei to come and wipe his beloved son's buttocks as a matter of course.

Seeing that Ye Fei didn't answer for a long time, Father Ye threw the phone angrily: "Why, are you still not happy?"

Facing the eldest son, he was far from being patient with the younger son, and scolded with a stern face: "Do you think you are right about this? I asked you to teach Ah Yao well, how about you? What did you teach?!"

He looked at Ye Fei's face that looked like his deceased wife, and felt his heart block for a while. He closed his eyes and said coldly, "Get the money back as soon as possible, and I won't care about you anymore."

Ye Fei sneered, her face full of mockery.

But in just a few minutes, the rigid and serious energy in him all disappeared. He leaned lazily against the wine cabinet, tore off his tightly tied tie, and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt.

Seeing this, Father Ye thought he was furious. Although he was impatient, he calmed down and coaxed: "Your ability, Dad, knows that he will definitely be able to get things done by the end of the month."

After a pause, he deliberately added: "You don't want your brother to be knocked down by this."

He knew this son.

Knowing how important family and affection are in his heart, although Ye Yao was not born to his mother, Ye Fei loved him a lot since childhood.

He didn't believe that Ye Fei could let go this time.

Father Ye gave Ye Yao a wink, Ye Yao immediately understood, holding Ye Fei's arm and shaking: "I didn't do it on purpose, I just wanted to make some achievements for those who look down on me. Brother, I I'm wrong, forgive me, forgive me..."

He's young, and it's easy to soften his heart with such a well-behaved and begging gesture. Ye Fei was so confused in her previous life, she worked tirelessly to help him deal with the aftermath.

But Ye Fei will never be the same again in this life.

He will never forget the face of his so-called family members after he fell ill.

On the grounds that ALS is a terminal illness and the treatment is just a waste of money, they forcibly went through the discharge procedures for him after he was paralyzed, and imprisoned him in a small room without being noticed.

The biological father was busy contacting various insurance companies to settle claims, and the younger brother, who was guarded by him in every possible way, couldn't wait to start calculating what the money could buy.

No one asked him if he was in pain or not, and everyone was looking forward to using his illness in exchange for money.

Those were the most desperate and humiliating seven days in Ye Fei's life. He wanted to escape countless times, and even prayed for death, but he was so weak that he couldn't even lift a finger, let alone cut himself off.

He was ready to die ugly, never expected to return to two years ago after drinking a glass of milk.

At this time, he was still very healthy, and he was still working diligently for the Ye family.

"Brother," Ye Fei didn't comfort herself as softly as usual, Ye Yao felt a little uneasy in her heart, and he leaned over to please, "I promise this is the last time."

Looking at it up close, Ye Fei's face was not only flawless, but even more perfect. Ye Yao remembered the experience of people around him comparing him with Ye Fei since he was a child. He lowered his eyes to hide the darkness in his eyes, and tried his best to maintain his character as a good brother: "Don't be angry, okay?"

Ye Fei had no intention of wasting time watching him act, and coldly pulled her arm out of his hand.

His ALS was inherited from his mother, and even if he knew in advance about this disease, there was no way to prevent it. But Ye Fei didn't feel depressed. It was God's preference to be able to do it all over again and make up for her regrets, even if she only lived two more years.

In his last life, he worked hard for the Ye family, devoted all his energy to his work, and lived a very boring life. Not to mention the meaty taste, haven't even talked about love.

this life……

Ye Fei smiled cynically and went to work! Go to the fucking Ye family! With only two years left in his life, he still struggles! After going out of this door and solving everything, he will find a good tool for the first time and have a good time!

"You said you hurt me," Ye Yao was reluctant to admit that he was inferior to Ye Fei, and it was the limit to admit his fault to him in a low voice. Seeing Ye Fei's delay in responding, she immediately became angry, "As a result, she refused to help even this trivial matter!"

He paused for a while, then stubbornly said, "It wouldn't be like this if it was born by a mother."

Father Ye patted the table and glared at him: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

But instead of reprimanding the younger son, he aimed the artillery fire at Ye Fei: "Look at what you have forced your brother into, why? If your wings are hard, you plan to turn your face and not recognize him?"

Father Ye sneered: "Let me tell you, the Ye family is now in my hands. On the side of the company, if I say a word, you have to pack up and leave!"

Ye Fei sat back on the sofa again.

His sitting posture was no longer rigid and upright, but leaned against the sofa cushion without bones, with two long legs overlapping, raised his chin slightly and looked at Father Ye, and said lightly, "What kind of beautiful dream?"

The Ye family's entertainment company is called Dingyuan, which has been losing money continuously in recent years, and once reached the point of bankruptcy and liquidation. If Ye Fei hadn't taken over and turned the tide, Father Ye and Ye Yao would have been shot to death on the beach long ago.

It can be said that Ye Fei is raising everyone in the Ye family now.

"What did you say?" Father Ye looked at Ye Fei in shock, unable to believe that the obedient eldest son would say such a thing.

"Angry?" Ye Fei smiled and waved to Ye Yao who was also stunned, "Come here, I'll teach you a word."

Ye Yao walked over subconsciously: "What?"

Ye Fei spit out four words: "Incompetent and furious."

Although Father Ye didn't understand Internet terms, he could guess the meaning of the word, and his face was ashen with anger: "Little beast, what are you talking about?!"

"Look," Ye Fei whispered, "it's double incompetence and fury now."

"You—" Father Ye picked up the teapot lid at hand and was about to smash it. At this moment, Ye Fei suddenly said, "It's not impossible for me to take care of this."

Father Ye's movements were stagnant, and he put down the teapot lid embarrassingly, but did not speak, but he was greatly relieved.

The more than 20 million that Ye Yao threw out accounted for almost half of the company's working capital. If Ye Fei was determined not to help, something big was about to happen.

Thinking of this, Father Ye couldn't help but show a hint of pride on his face.

Since Ye Fei was a child, he has been brainwashing him day after day. Looking at it today, more than ten years of hard work really didn't go in vain.

No matter how angry you are, it's not about working obediently for the family.

Father Ye picked up the teacup, blew on the tea leaves floating on the water, and took a sip.

"Then why are you staying here? Why don't you go to the company!"

"Don't worry," Ye Fei's eyes swept across Father Ye and Ye Yao, and squinted, "As the saying goes, whoever gives birth is responsible for the child, since you pushed this to me..."

He lifted his eyelids to look at Ye Yao, who was still angry, and chuckled: "Come on, dear son, call Dad first."