Chapter 2 Meeting the Big Boss

After 100 days of injury, Ye Rong lay in the hospital for almost a month before he could barely get out of bed. Ye Sheng hired a nurse for him, and he would come to take care of him after school at night.

Ye Sheng was at a critical juncture. Ye Rong didn't want to delay his study. Who would have guessed that the next day someone would throw a walk-in table and completely shut him up.

The nurses were only invited until 6:00 pm, and Ye Sheng still had evening self-study, so he could only rely on Ye Rong for self-reliance during the spare time.

He was struggling to move step by step on crutches in the corridor of the hospital. He wanted to go to the public toilet on the corner at the end, but it was unfortunate. The toilet in the ward just happened to be broken.

When it was about time to get off work, there were only a few scattered people in the hospital in twos and threes, and the corridor lights were not very bright, flickering on and off in the dim corridor.

Ye Rong came out of the toilet after going to the toilet, and behind the corner heard a burst of suppressed and trembling crying, mixed with fear and other unexplainable things.

Ye Rong leaned against the wall and leaned out half of his body to see, and saw a middle-aged man kneeling in front of another man with a desperate face and begging, "Mr. Don't blame him..."

The middle-aged man was covered in blood and was in a state of embarrassment. He was about to lie down at the man's feet. The more he said, the more outrageous he said, "Save him, please save him..."

The quiet Mr. Fu seemed to have exhausted his patience, and he finally said the first sentence. His voice was low and cold, "You should go to the doctor."

The middle-aged man couldn't hear him and was still kowtowing to him, "He's still young, let him go, you're the King of Hell, don't ask for anyone..."

Ye Rong didn't understand how he could be superstitious in a place like a hospital.

Mr. Fu didn't seem to be able to hear these two words. He really seemed like the king of hell who could take life and death. He ruthlessly sentenced him, "He won't survive tonight."

The middle-aged man suddenly lost his strength and fell to the ground. He looked up at the tall man, and cursed with a hoarse expression, "Fu Wenyuan, you must die! You must die!"

Ye Rong was frightened by his abrupt and shrill shouting, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, but the crutches didn't hold steady and fell out with a thud.

It's really self-inflicted and can't live, Ye Rong thought gloomily, and his head hummed for a while.

Ye endured the pain and wanted to get up, and after trying several times in a cold sweat, he heard the creaking bones whining.

He didn't dare to move, for fear that if he continued to die, he would become crippled, which would drag Ye Sheng down in the future.

He was still thinking in a mess, a pair of leather shoes with slightly hard, delicate and shiny leather stopped in front of him.

Ye Rong subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the owner of the leather shoes, but unfortunately the man turned against the light and could only roughly see his huge and Zhou Zheng's outline.

For no reason, Ye Rong thought of Xu Jue inexplicably. Like them, they seemed to be born with a certain aura that would make Ye Rong feel threatened.

It feels like an ordinary herbivore facing the approach of a large predator. If he can't escape, the opponent's breath will hit his heart, and by then, he will shudder to death. corpse.

Ye Rong moved his body and wanted to step back, when he heard someone shouting "Ye Rong" not far away, and then he saw Ye Sheng running in a hurry.

Ye Sheng squatted down and wanted to help him up, but he was afraid that he would be shattered by the pulling, so he put his arm around his back and carefully picked him up through the knee with the other.

Ye Rong was shocked. He didn't expect Ye Sheng to be so powerful. He sighed again that the child has really grown up...

Ye Sheng hugged him away, and when they passed by, Ye Rong glanced back at the face of the King of Hell.

Who would have thought that it wasn't the face of the King of Hell, it was simply the face of an immortal, and the face that was carefully carved by the creator made Ye Rong, who was used to seeing Xu Jue's handsome face, couldn't help but gasp.

In particular, those bottomless eyes are so beautiful that they will make people have nightmares at night.

Ye Rong didn't dare to look again, and turned his head away as if nothing had happened.

He never expected that the words would come true, and he really had nightmares at night.

The self in the dream is a elk drinking water freely by the stream. He was innocently targeted by a leopard with a shiny scalp. After frantically chasing and intercepting, he finally escaped half-dead.

When looked at the road ahead, could see a lion taking a nap.

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On the day Ye Rong was discharged from the hospital, the first thing he did was take a taxi to Jinshuiyuan. The villa was located on the outskirts of the city, not too close to the city.

When he got out of the car, he sighed and reluctantly paid the fare of 120 yuan.

It's also strange. In the past, had to prepare three meals a day and take a taxi to send it to Xu Jue, so didn't feel distressed.

He opened the door with the key, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible and just wanted a quick solution.

But the day didn't go as planned. He was halfway through packing the guest room when he heard someone pulling the door out of the next bedroom. Ye Rong looked up, and sure enough, he saw Xu Jue parked at the door.

He kept looking at Xu Jue, but it was only a few months, but he felt like a lifetime.

He went from birth to death, and then came back to life again. All the love and dedication that were like moths to the fire in the past seemed to stop, and it was only at this moment that he clearly understood that something was really different.

And this kind of unusualness was also felt by the other party involved in this emotional vortex. Xu Jue frowned slightly, and he found that the love in Ye Rong's eyes that always disgusted him was gone.

He was shirtless and had a few shallow scratches on his shoulders. If he guessed correctly, there should be a white and beautiful new love lying on the bed next to him.

For some reason, Ye Rong, who has always been accustomed to this kind of thing, felt disgusted at this moment.

He glanced at it, didn't speak, and continued to pack his stuff, but his hands moved faster, as if he couldn't wait to get out of the door the next moment.

Xu Jue folded his arms and looked at him in confusion as he cleaned up all the "existence of Ye Rong", including the two goldfish that Ye Rong had bought before, which were filled with water in a plastic bag and prepared to be taken away.

Ye Rong left the key on the table.

His eyes became cold, and he spoke like a charity, "I will only give you one chance. If you walk out of this door today, you will never want to come back."

Ye Rong was amnesty, hummed obediently, picked up his backpack and crossed Xu Jue to go out.

"Ye Rong." Xu Jue shouted from behind, still impatient as always, "This is your choice, don't cry and come back to me then, I hate you the most."

Ye Rong was a habitual offender, and he had been embarrassed many times before, no wonder Xu Jue didn't believe him.

Ye Rong nodded, didn't make a poisonous oath and didn't say anything harsh, but turned her head to look at Xu Jue calmly and completely, her eyes were also unbearable, "Don't worry, no more."

After saying that, he opened the door and walked out without looking back.

Xu Jue stood for a while with a gloomy expression, then turned and went back to the bedroom to get dressed. As Ye Rong thought, there was indeed a small pet lying on the bed, and that face was even more like Xu Li than Ye Rong.

He is well-behaved and beautiful, and his mouth is sweet and playful. Anyone who calls out to him in a soft voice will turn into a beast, unlike Ye Rong, who is a dead fish.

But even if the people in front of him were charming and charming, he lost interest at this moment, and immediately sent them away after putting in the money.

I don't know what the so-called irritability came to his mind. He leaned against the bedside and breathed in the mist. The heavy curtains in the room were drawn so tightly that no light could penetrate.

The message alert sounded, and he picked up his phone and flipped through the schedule sent by his subordinates. His eyes were fixed on the well-arranged form, but his mind drifted elsewhere.

For a week, he closed his eyes and thought, Ye Rong would definitely come back in a week.

He was thinking about how to punish him, but just thinking about how to challenge him made his heart itch for a while. He thought about it and told his assistant to set aside time for next Sunday night.

Ye Rong, who was carrying a large bag and a goldfish down the road, naturally didn't know what he was thinking. The place was so remote that it was difficult to get a taxi. .

It was getting dark, and he didn't want to spend the night sleeping in the wild like this.

The new shoes Ye Sheng bought for him were not very suitable and his feet were a little rubbed. He had to rest for a while after walking. He was tired and thirsty. water.

Suddenly there was light behind him, he turned his head subconsciously, the oncoming headlights were slightly dazzling, and he raised his hand to cover it.

A black Bentley pulled up quietly in front of him in his dilemma.

He was no stranger to this feeling, and he had experienced it once a while ago.

The back seat window slowly moved down, Ye Rong nervously curled up his toes, and unsurprisingly, he saw that face that was indignant.

At the end of the sky, the flames and clouds rolled, red as a soldering iron, and the sun had already set, but it was still laid out like embers.

Fu Wenyuan's sharp and deep face seemed to soften a little under such splendor.

The car stopped in front of Ye Rong, and the driver in the front row stuck his head out and smiled and said, "Little brother, it's not easy to take a taxi around here, and there are not many people coming and going. If you don't mind, I can take you for a ride."

Ye Rong looked at the driver's master, and unconsciously looked at the man in the back seat silently, but just happened to be looking back.

Fu Wenyuan's whole body was filled with meticulous delicacy, and he stared at his embarrassed appearance.

His gaze was too aggressive, as if he could see people's hearts through the skin, and under his scrutiny, all hypocrisy was invisible.

The driver seemed to understand Ye Rong's embarrassment, and persuaded: "My Mr. Fu said that he had a relationship with you little brother, and agreed to take you, don't worry."

Ye Rong didn't know why he couldn't move his feet, so he let Fu Wenyuan look at him silently, and after a long while, he called out dryly, "Mr. Fu, hello."

Fu Wenyuan nodded and didn't speak anymore, the car didn't move any more, as if he was waiting for Ye Rong to talk to him again.

Ye Rong instinctively chose to refuse, and took a few steps back with a haha, "I have the good intentions, and it's not too far. I'll walk a few steps and get there. You're busy with yours, don't worry about me."

He said a few more polite words and hurried away, not caring whether the shoes on his feet would not grind his feet, as if there were evil dogs chasing him and just wanted to get rid of them quickly.

The Bentley just followed him in a leisurely manner.

Along the way, Ye Rong watched the 30-second countdown of the phone to turn off, and he desperately calculated the distance. After weighing the pros and cons, he stomped his foot and stopped in disgust.

The Bentley Mulsanne, with its beautiful and elegant lines, also stopped.

Ye Rong walked over and knocked on the window, ingratiatingly said, "Mr. Fu is going to the city? If it's convenient..."

"Okay." Before Ye Rong finished speaking, Fu Wenyuan agreed.

Ye Rong thanked with sincerity and fear, and opened the co-pilot's door.

Before he could go in, he heard Fu Wenyuan say, "Come and sit in the back."

Ye Rong couldn't understand, big people like Fu Wenyuan and the others were somewhat arrogant, keeping a distance from strangers had become an instinct, how could he allow himself who only had a relationship with him to get close to him.

He shook his head and changed to another angle, maybe Fu Wenyuan's co-pilot had a special meaning to him, not something ordinary people could sit on.

After getting into the car respectfully, Ye Rongwo took the goldfish bag away in the corner, for fear that water would spill out and Fu Wenyuan would not survive tonight if he blamed him.

The worst part was that he was afraid of what would happen. Fu Wenyuan, who had been silent on the way, said, "I missed it."

Ye Rong sat up startled in a dying dream, hurriedly blocked the plastic bag with a small hole with his hands, and kept saying sorry.

The amazing thing is that the living King of Hell not only did not dislike it, but also praised his fish and said, "It's very beautiful, your fish."

Ye Rong glanced at the goldfish who was being tossed to the point of turning over his belly. Although he couldn't understand the big man's brain circuit, he was still flattered, "Thank you."

There was another silence. Just when Ye Rong wanted to shrink back into the corner and away from him, the other party unexpectedly said again, "Fu Wenyuan, my name."

That name in the hospital that night was enough to pierce your ears, and now Ye Rong still remembers the hatred that the middle-aged man felt when he read these three words.

Later, Ye Rong paid attention to searching on the Internet, and only then did he know what Fu Wenyuan was. Although he wrote it briefly, he could see that his family was different from ordinary people after at least three generations of ancestors.

It was obvious that Ye Rong could not be bothered, so Ye Rong had to report his name in a polite way, "My name is Ye Rong."

Fu Wenyuan nodded, still looking impermanent.

The car stopped at the place agreed in advance, Ye Rong was stuck with the plastic bag and couldn't move his hands. He lowered his head and was considering whether he could open the door with his elbows.

Just as the driver in the front row was about to make a move, he caught a glimpse in the rearview mirror of Mr. Fu, who had always been indifferent to others, leaning over a little bit to open the door for the young man.

Fu Wenyuan had broad shoulders and back, and when he leaned over, he almost felt like he was wrapping Ye Rong in his arms.

The slightly hot breath splattered on the auricle, Ye Rong almost rolled and climbed out of the car, thanked him repeatedly, and disappeared in a hurry as if he had fled.

The driver looked at Mr. Fu, who has always been honest, and seemed to be reluctant to let go. After hesitating for a long time, he asked carefully, "Sir, where are you going now?"

Hearing the sound, Fu Wenyuan retracted his gaze, and his expression was covered in darkness again, "Go back to the villa in the middle of the mountain."

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