"Wait!" Cheng Minghao roared, jumped up at lightning speed, and held down Yan Xiao's phone.

Yan Xiao lowered his eyes and tore off his hand, and continued typing unmoved.

Damn, dog - make Yan Xiao inhuman!

"Brother Fei, I was wrong," Cheng Minghao turned to Ye Fei in a hurry, and relented, "Today is Gu Ruijia's birthday, save me some face."

"What does his birthday have to do with you?" Ye Fei held her cheek in one hand, and slowly turned the wine glass in the other, lifting her lips, "You two hooked up with me behind your back?"

Gu Ruijia, who was shot suddenly: "???"

He looked at Cheng Minghao subconsciously, and it happened that Cheng Minghao was also looking at him. The two straight men looked at each other, shivered for a while, and looked away with goosebumps all over.

Cheng Minghao explained dryly: "Isn't this... It's not appropriate to see gunpowder on a happy day."

Ye Fei sneered, reaching out and brushing the hair on her forehead, revealing the red spot completely.

Cheng Minghao suddenly turned his eyes away in guilt.

Ye Fei looked at him for a moment, until he felt uncomfortable. Then he drank all the wine in the cup and said to Yan Xiao, "Brother Yan, forget it."

Yan Xiao was silent and did not speak, his eyes were always on his forehead.

"My skin is prone to redness," Ye Fei curled her lips, and in a voice so low that only the two of them could hear, she leaned into Yan Xiao's ear and said, "Didn't you also make a lot of marks on the bed last time?"

Yan Xiao's fingers paused.

Ye Fei chuckled lightly, took the phone from his hand, and put it in his pocket. He used his eyes to signal that Cheng Minghao could rest assured.

Cheng Minghao breathed a sigh of relief and gave him a gesture of thanks.

Gu Ruijia usually went out to play with Sun Qiong and the others, basically going to the clubhouse and bringing celebrities and internet celebrities. But this birthday, because Ye Fei and Yan Xiao were there, he could only go to the five-star hotel in a proper manner.

A group of big men gathered together and had nothing to do except drink, and they dispersed after eleven o'clock.

Don't look at Gu Ruijia, a good law-abiding young man now, and he has also done absurd things in the second phase of the middle school. Ye Fei didn't worry about them, she watched a few people find a driver, and then got into Yan Xiao's car.

He drank a lot today, but not drunk, just slightly drunk. As soon as got in the car, slouched in the back seat and closed eyes.

It was a lively time in Fengshi after eleven o'clock. There are cars coming and going on the street, and the lights on the opposite side of the car shine into the car from time to time, reflecting a bright light.

Yan Xiao glanced at Ye Fei beside him, and asked the driver to lower the interior partition to completely block the projected light.

Ye Fei was actually very conscious, but she just didn't want to move. The car stopped outside the villa, and before Yan Xiao called, he opened his eyes automatically: "Are you home?"

Yan Xiao said "yes".

Ye Fei rubbed her brows, opened the door and got out of the car.

It was already December, Fengshi was located in the south, and the weather was wet and cold. Ye Fei also likes to be smug, so in winter, she only wears a T-shirt and a thin coat. Being blown by the cold wind, shivered from the cold.

He stopped, let Yan Xiao go first, and said with a smile: "Brother Yan, you shield me from the wind in front."

Yan Xiao didn't answer, but reached out and pulled him behind him.

He was tall and broad-shouldered. Ye Fei stood behind him, as if hiding in the safest harbor in the world.

The two walked back home one after the other, and they didn't talk during the period, but they were inexplicably warm.

As usual, Yan Xiao changed his clothes first after entering the house, and he did everything seriously. Take off your suit first, hang it on a shelf and hang it in the cloakroom. He took off his tie again, but as soon as he put his hand on it, Ye Fei held it down.

"Brother Yan," Ye Fei leaned over and looked up into his eyes, "Is your alcohol intake really that bad?"

Yan Xiao lowered his head and put his arms around his waist and said, "Huh?"

He was wearing nothing but a well-ironed white shirt, buttoned all the way up. The raised Adam's apple is exposed, and it is matched with a pure black tie, which looks abstinent and straight.

"I drank a lot tonight," Ye Fei licked her lower lip, pretending to be innocent, "Will you get drunk if you kiss me?"

Yan Xiao's eyes darkened, and he reached out to hold Ye Fei's face. After looking at him for a moment, he lifted his chin and kissed it.

Both of them were at the age of vigorous blood, and after kissing for a while, they became a little out of control. Yan Xiao kissed down Ye Fei's fair neck and put his hand on the button of his shirt.

"Don't." Ye Fei tilted her head, gasping for breath to stop him.

Yan Xiao thought he didn't want to do it, and looked at Ye Fei with a heavy gaze, as if asking him for a reason.

Ye Fei smiled and licked Yan Xiao's lips. Then squat-down-go, clenched his-tooth-unbuttoned his-pants. Looking up at him, he said softly, "Just like that - fuck me."

Yan Xiao's breathing suddenly increased, grabbed Ye Fei's arm, and lifted him up-pressed-to-the wall.

After Gu Ruijia's birthday, it was the Spring Festival, and Yan Xiao and Ye Fei were busy. Even if they sleep in the same room, the time spent together is pitiful. Usually can only hold to sleep, but if you want to do something else, it will not work.

This morning, Yan Xiao sent Ye Fei to Tianxi, and asked the driver to drive to Feixiao.

As soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw the special assistant waiting for the door of his office.

"Mr. Yan," the special assistant pushed open the office door, letting Yan Xiao advance, and then he followed, "The information you want has been found."

He didn't rush to make a statement, and after Yan Xiao put down his computer bag and sat firmly, he put the information in his hand on the table one by one: "It was a little difficult to find out, but Mr. Ye's father recently took the initiative to contact a person named Zhao Jin. ."

This Zhao Jin is the same age as Father Ye, and is a college classmate. He is currently the deputy director of the Department of Neurology at the Affiliated Hospital of Fengcheng University.

The special assistant followed this line and found that when Ye Fei's mother was diagnosed with ALS more than 20 years ago, Zhao Jin happened to be working at the Affiliated Hospital of Fengcheng University.

"About half a year after Mr. Ye's mother passed away, Zhao Jin suddenly became rich overnight. It is said that this is the money he made from investing in stocks, but I checked the date of his securities account opening, which contradicts this statement." The special assistant paused. He added, "Moreover, Zhao Jin's family used to run a firecracker factory and had the conditions to be exposed to heavy metals."

There was silence in the office, and the special assistant glanced at the boss who was browsing the information, feeling full of emotion.

I just wanted to see a diagnosis record. Who would have thought that such a shocking thing would be involved? There are so many people in this world who are inferior to beasts.

Seeing Yan Xiao put down the information in his hand, the special assistant restrained his mind. After a few clicks on the computer, a clipped surveillance video was played: "There is also an unusual place. The first meeting between President Ye's father and Zhao Jin was at Hot Spring Villa, and they both brought their families. After a few short conversations, they separated without introducing the family."

Knowing that the boss's understanding of interpersonal relationships is different from that of ordinary people, the special assistant explained: "If the relationship is ordinary, it makes sense, but they met again later. Both of them work in the city, but they chose a humble cafe in the suburbs. It doesn't make sense."

Although there is no concrete evidence yet, the things that have been found so far are enough to prove that Father Ye is wrong.

Yan Xiao nodded and let the special assistant go out. She lowered her eyes and pondered for a long time before calling Ye Fei.

At that time, Ye Fei had just ended a meeting. Just as was about to take a break, heard the phone vibrate. He frowned impatiently and looked at the screen.

When glanced at the remarks shown above, that little emotion vanished in an instant.

He immediately accepted: "Brother Yan, what's the matter?"

"Ye Fei," Yan Xiao called his name in a serious voice, "Can I go home early tonight?"

"Why?" Ye Fei took a sip of water and smiled, "You miss me?"

Yan Xiao paused and said "Yes".

"Too many things to do today, I'm afraid it won't work," Ye Fei pinched the bridge of her nose and unlocked the computer. Looking at the series of new emails, he discussed with Yan Xiao, "Will it be okay in two days?"

Yan Xiao has always been accommodating to him, and Ye Fei thought he would agree. But he didn't expect him to persist unexpectedly this time.

"Just today," Yan Xiao said, "will you come back early?"

Ye Fei was silent for a few seconds, but finally gave in. Yan Xiao rarely asked him, and he really couldn't bear to refuse.

"Okay," Ye Fei thought for a while and said, "I'll be back before six o'clock, you go home first, don't use it to pick me up, I'm not sure when I'll be finished."

Yan Xiao agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Fei smiled, put the phone aside, and started to concentrate on her work.

It wasn't until after five o'clock that he finished the urgent matter at hand. Glancing at the time, quickly explained a few words to the secretary, shut down and got off work,

When Ye Fei got home, Yan Xiao was already waiting in the living room, and there was a very conspicuous file bag on the coffee table in front of him.

"What's wrong, you're so serious." Ye Fei walked over, sat down beside him, pointed to the portfolio and asked, "What is this?"

"Ye Fei," Yan Xiao held his hand, looked into his eyes, and said seriously, "I have something to show you."

Ye Fei laughed: "Okay."

He subconsciously wanted to raise his right hand to take it, but Yan Xiao held it so tightly that he couldn't lift it at all. Ye Fei had to switch to her left hand and pulled out the information in the portfolio.

As if pressing the mute button, the room fell into dead silence.

The sky turned dark outside, and black came step by step, silently swallowing up the light in the room, turning the entire living room into gray.

"Ye Fei," Yan Xiao said to him despite being cruel, "your mother probably didn't die of ALS."

The induction light lit up in response, and the bright light poured down from the top of his head. Yan Xiao could clearly see Ye Fei's pale face.

"Ye Fei," Yan Xiao hugged him and said, "Are you okay?"

Ye Fei didn't answer, in fact he couldn't make any sound.

His hands and feet were cold, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

Growing up, he had no doubts about the death of his mother due to illness. Even if Father Ye didn't like her or even slandered her, he never doubted it.

However, what Yan Xiao investigated, mercilessly tore up this mask.

Not ALS, but heavy metal poisoning.

What about him? Ye Fei's eyes were red, and she almost bit her teeth.

Since there is no ALS, where does it come from?

Ye Fei always felt that in her previous life, she fell ill too quickly, and it took less than a month from diagnosis to death. But he thought it was life and didn't think much about it.

Because that was his father, the one who gave him half of his life no matter how eccentric he was.

But he didn't know until today that it was not a life, but a carefully planned murder.

He and his mother had two lives, Ye Fei closed her eyes, her knuckles clenched almost white.

It's not wrong. When he was not feeling well in his last life, he originally wanted to go to Hedao Hospital for an examination. But Father Ye took him to Fengcheng University Affiliated Hospital on the grounds that he knew the chief physician in Fengcheng University Affiliated Hospital.

Zhao Jin was the doctor who performed lumbar puncture for him, and he called Uncle Zhao several times at the time.

Because she felt that she had ALS, Ye Fei had done a lot of tests, including lumbar puncture, muscle biopsy, and electromyography.

EMG is the most painful inside.

The long electrode needle was inserted into his muscle, and it was only completed once when it was poked in eight directions at different angles. And he did it forty-eight times.

And Yan Xiao, afraid of leaving him alone after his death, he rejected him again and again and said harsh words to him.

Those past persistences have turned into jokes, and the truth is unsightly. Ye Fei took a deep breath, her eyes blurred.

Ye Fei's tears fell on Yan Xiao's shoulder, causing him to feel a sharp, burning pain.

"Don't cry," Yan Xiao didn't know how to comfort people or say nice words, so he could only force Ye Fei into his arms, and kept repeating, "Ye Fei, don't be sad."

Don't be sad, as long as he speaks, Yan Xiao can do anything for him.