Chapter 6 Hades

Xu Jue pushed open the box door, and a smoky miasma mixed with laughter and noise rushed towards his face. He unconsciously frowned and walked in with a sullen face.

"Hey, look at this rare customer, what wind brought us, Young Master Xu?" Zhang Shaohui pushed the waiter who was handing the wine away, and greeted Xu Jue amid the layers of men and women.

Xu Jue ignored him, sat down at a random corner, raised his hand to fill himself a glass of wine, shook the glass and asked, "How's the matter you asked you to investigate?"

Zhang Shaohui was there, swearing and swearing away the people around him, then leaned over and said leisurely, "Fu's important role in Miancheng, then Fu Wenyuan is not an ordinary person, and the people above may not have moved him. , not to mention our little fish and shrimp, it's not enough for him to stick between his teeth."

Xu Jue endured the choking smoke and drank the suffocating wine with a confused expression.

"Who? The Fu Wenyuan who drove his mother crazy and killed his father?" Someone asked in the confusion.

Xu Jue's expression changed, he put down the wine glass and looked over, and asked with great interest, "Is there such a thing?"

It seems that when it comes to this kind of curious thing, regardless of whether it is true or not, everyone is interested, and they put it all together, one is more bizarre than the other.

"When Fu Wenyuan was born, he would not cry but laugh. Whoever laughed at him would be killed that night!"

"The Fu family took him to do the math, saying that it was the reincarnation of the King of Hell, and he was born with a pair of ghost eyes, which can determine life and death!"

"But the King of Hell is terrible. Fu Wenyuan stabbed Fu Han to death when he was only eight years old, and Liang Youyan, the eldest young lady of the Liang family, was driven crazy by him. It's no wonder that such a ghost son is not crazy!"

Xu Jue snorted strangely, "If you are sick, go see a doctor as soon as possible, and stop talking nonsense here."

Xu Jue is out of place here, like a crane in a chicken coop. These dudes are always open to each other, and they never get along with Xu Jue, a noble and noble second generation.

His words were disappointing and merciless, the private room was quiet for a moment, and then someone said, "Zhang Shaohui's cousin died in the hospital a few days ago because he provoked Fu Wenyuan, and Fu Wenyuan's words didn't survive that night. This is what his cousin's father said!"

Zhang Shaohui immediately responded with an embarrassed expression, saying that there was such a thing.

Xu Jue closed his eyes, stretched out his hands and feet, and sank into the leather sofa with a relaxed expression. He hooked his lips and said in a low voice: "If you are so godlike, you are talking about others behind your back, aren't you afraid that the King of Hell will take your life?"

The atmosphere became colder all of a sudden, Zhang Shaohui quickly got up and beat haha ​​to appease both sides when he saw that he was about to make trouble.

Zhang Shaohui felt a pain in his brain, and scolded himself that he shouldn't be involved in this game.

"Hey, our brothers are here to have a good time today, don't be mad, we've come to give you a new batch of tender and watery products for everyone, let's make money with peace, and make money with peace!"

Xu Jue was still in a nonchalant manner, sitting in the corner watching absurd money and sex, neither disgusted nor enthusiastic, only stayed on him for a moment when a handsome man came in.

Zhang Shaohui winked and pulled the man to Xu Jue's side, and when he saw the gadget's face, he murmured, why Xu Jue still prefers this one, isn't he tired of it for so many years?

And the selection is more and more like the candy that can't be torn off beside him.

Ye Rong's deeds are even famous in their circles.

This group of men who think with their lower body seems to have forgotten the quarrel just now. They shouted and joked about Xu Jue, "Are you still making trouble in the palace of Xu Dashao? Haha, that little thing is really interesting."

Xu Jue, who was hit by the pain point, had a sullen face, and said coldly, "Take care of your own business."

"Drink slowly, I'll be leaving beforehand." He stopped the hand that was about to untie his belt, stood up and dragged the man away from the place without waiting for any more flattery.

As soon as he left, the flattery behind him all turned into nasty words, saying that he didn't know what to do and how fake it was.

Someone asked unintentionally: "I heard that he and his adopted son... really know how to play."

A high-pitched taunt swayed away, "Acting in a TV series and pretending to be a lover, he said that his good dog and his good brother looked alike and only kept it, I bah, even if you are not blind, you can see that the two are similar. fart!"

However, adding fuel to the fire continued, "Have you noticed? The people he's looking for are more like that Ye Rong."

After a tacit glance at each other, a group of people seemed to have realized something, and suddenly burst into laughter, unable to stop, "Ha? A bitch and a dog are a natural pair!"

When Ye Rong woke up, he was in a trance for a while, turned his head to see the person who was still eight feet away from him, and then slowly remembered where he was at this moment.

He, who had always recognized the bed, was surprised that he could sleep until dawn in this unfamiliar place. After thinking about it, he could only attribute it to Fu Wenyuan's foul play.

Even if you have money, you can still look good, even if you look good, even the voice is too sweet, which makes people confused, and he leads him by the nose if he is not careful.

Ye Rong turned around and stared at Fu Wenyuan with his eyes closed for a while.

Fu Wenyuan's physique is truly a godsend, with a straight nose bridge, high brow bones, and a soft jawline that is prominent but not sharp, which will make him occasionally show a warm color that is not abrupt in addition to his imposing coldness.

Ye Rong couldn't help sighing lightly, but before he could finish his breath, Fu Wenyuan, who looked over with clear eyes, was frightened and stopped abruptly.

Fu Wenyuan also turned sideways, met Ye Rong's eyes, and asked, "Why do you sigh?"

Ye Rong tried hard to hide the embarrassment of being caught, "Ah? You didn't sleep, I thought you didn't wake up."

Fu Wenyuan replied calmly: "You are here, I don't want to sleep, you still talk in your sleep at night, it's very cute."

Immediately, I felt that Fu Wenyuan was a hermaphrodite who praised and satirized Ye Rong: "I'm sorry..."

Ye Rong said that he was sorry, but in his heart he was thankful that he was fortunately not snoring and grinding his teeth.

But Fu Wenyuan didn't seem to feel the subtle atmosphere, so he said seriously: "You talk in your sleep and say you want to become rich, how much money do you think is rich?"

Ye Rong opened his mouth subconsciously, "Set a small goal first, for example, I will earn 100 million first."

Big Brother Fu, who doesn't know the sufferings of the world, looked relieved and asked, "Is this difficult?"

Ye Rong also replied lightly: "It's hard, hard, hard for me anyway."

Fu Wenyuan quickly did a math problem without stopping, "As we agreed yesterday, you can cook three meals a day for me, and you can stay with me for less than ten years..."

Looking at Ye Rong's unmoved demeanor, he swallowed what he was about to say and changed his mouth, "That's five years."

Ye Rong was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly sat up without saying a word, picked up his jacket and was about to get out of bed.

Fu Wenyuan's gaze followed his movements, enduring a huge desire, and finally compromised, "Three years."

Ye Rong's hands trembled and he almost broke the zipper of his jacket. He turned around abruptly, showing a professional smile, and said thoughtfully, "Then what would you like to eat this morning? I'll serve you right now."

While waiting for an answer, Ye Rong even thought about the Michelin restaurant's recipes, but he didn't expect that Fu Wenyuan didn't follow the routine and ordered a unique breakfast, "I want to drink preserved egg and lean meat porridge, everything is in the kitchen."

The preserved egg and lean meat porridge is Ye Rong's favorite. It is a must with pickled vegetables and fried dough sticks.

"Okay, I'll do it now, if you're young, don't be impatient." Ye Rong was ordered to go downstairs to cook, and rushed out like swallows out of the cage.

Unexpectedly, he came back and muttered that he forgot to wash up after a while.

When he pushed open the door and came in, Fu Wenyuan had just unbuttoned his nightgown to reveal his sturdy upper body. The naked eye could see the strength in his body.

Looking at Ye Rong, he continued to take off his nightgown without changing his face, completely exposing his body, and said calmly, "There are brand new toiletries in the cabinet under the washbasin."

Ye Rong didn't dare to look directly, lowered his eyes and rushed into the bathroom, brushing his teeth and washing his face mechanically, but the scene he had just seen was replayed over and over again in his mind.

He admitted that he had no lustful thoughts about Fu Wenyuan's body, just as he would not feel blasphemous when he looked at the statue of David, but simply admired it, and once again lamented that this person is really not an ordinary person.

There are many advantages, and everywhere makes people feel ashamed.

When Fu Wenyuan was dressed neatly and went downstairs, Ye Rong's hot porridge was also out of the pot, and the clear Songhua egg was hidden in the soft rice porridge, evoking a burst of appetite.

Fu Wenyuan drank the porridge with a comfortable expression, the silver spoon hit the porcelain bowl with a crisp sound, and the blue iris in the white porcelain vase on the table was beautiful but refreshing, just like Ye Rong was sitting across from him and looked over. look.

At this moment, this scene made Fu Wenyuan feel familiar for no reason, as if he had really experienced it, either in a dream or in his imagination.

Psychologically, this may be called the sense of instant, but only he himself knows it.

Ye Rong saw him staring at her and didn't speak, her heart froze, she put down the spoon silently, and asked anxiously, "Is the taste alright? I don't know what flavor you like. If you are not satisfied...you can change it."

Fu Wenyuan's eyes fell on the bowl where he put green and red millet peppers, and he said softly, "I want to taste your bowl."

"These chili peppers are very spicy. I heard Mr. Xie Shan said that you don't want to put spicy peppers. I have eaten this bowl. If you want to eat it, I will serve another bowl."

However, Fu Wenyuan seemed to have completely forgotten his habit of cleanliness. He was no longer picky in front of Ye Rong, and said lightly, "No, I'll just have a taste."

Before Ye Rong could answer, Fu Wenyuan picked up Ye Rong's spoon and tasted it a little bit like a delicious delicacy.

It's a simple and ordinary action, but Fu Wenyuan's actions are elegant and pleasing to the eye. If it wasn't for the momentary unnaturalness when he chewed the chili peppers, anyone would think he enjoyed the taste very much.

Ye Rong hesitated to speak, but he endured and said nothing.

[The author has something to say: Fu Wenyuan: I have many strengths.

Ye Rong: Don't laugh at others' shortcomings, and don't show off your own strengths. 】