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Chapter 6
The apartment that Ye Zeyi rented in high school was near the school, and Shao Wenzhuo had been there before.
But now this apartment was newly moved after he graduated, few people knew about it, and Shao Wenzhuo was no exception.
After a while, Shao Wenzhuo turned around, put down the water glass, and said unhurriedly: "I'm sorry, I sent someone to investigate you before, and I know a lot about you."
Is that so?
Ye Zeyi carefully watched every change in Shao Wenzhuo's expression.
In Shao Wenzhuo's life, it seemed that there was a watershed in the year when his parents passed away at the age of twenty-three.
Before the age of twenty-three, Shao Wenzhuo was noble and cold and arrogant, but he was a man of fireworks. He was a man who could laugh..
But after the age of twenty-three, in Ye Zeyi's impression, he was only ruthless, indifferent and mean, without a trace of warmth in his eyes.
Just like now, even if he was suddenly questioned, he was still calm enough to capture nothing from it.
Is it really because of the investigation?
But other than this, what else can be explained.
Ye Zeyi suddenly had nothing to say.
After going through the hospitalization procedures, Ye Zeyi was transferred to the inpatient department.
In the first two days, he could only take some liquid food, and occasionally got out of bed and walked around the ward.
Shao Wenzhuo would come here every day, sometimes in the morning and sometimes in the evening, and every time he came, he would bring a bouquet of flowers, change the water in the vase and replace it with a new bouquet.
According to the doctor's words, the patient can't go out and walk around, and having fresh green plants and living things in the room is also good for the patient's recovery. Shao Wenzhuo remembered it casually.
On the fourth day, Ye Zeyi could eat some other food. Shao Wenzhuo brought him porridge with fresh mushrooms and chicken from home.
Ye Zeyi only took two sips before putting it aside.
Shao Wenzhuo frowned and asked, "I asked the chef at home to make it, isn't it to your liking?"
Ye Zeyi also frowned, and said in disgust, "It's too light."
Shao Wenzhuo was silent for two seconds: "I followed the doctor's advice and asked the chef to put less salt and seasonings."
Now he is not used to Ye Zeyi: "When Ah Ze's stomach is recuperated, he can eat whatever he wants."
Ye Zeyi doesn't like greasy meat, but he has a hot and sour taste. Although the food Shao Wenzhuo sent is very nourishing, the taste is very light.
He stared at Shao Wenzhuo for a while, and said angrily, "Forget it, I'll starve to death."
Shao Wenzhuo was slightly stunned: "If you are really angry, I will eat the same with you."
Ye Zeyi sneered: "Out of this door, you can eat whatever you want."
"I mean what I say."
Ye Zeyi was speechless.
Why is this person so serious and dead-headed sometimes.
Ye Zeyi turned around expressionlessly, and lifted the quilt to cover herself.
Shao Wenzhuo: "..."
Ye Zeyi had a week of such dull days.
Finally, on the day of discharge, the black private car drove out of the hospital from the underground garage.
Ye Zeyi leaned loosely on the back of the chair, pinching a piece of metal with his fingertips, the same piece that he strangled Zhao Quan's throat that day.
He took it back from the construction site and put it in the fire hydrant in front of his house. There are also many metal pieces of different materials in other places in the house. He likes to study and play with them when he is free.
Unexpectedly, it came in handy at a critical moment.
Shao Wenzhuo glanced over: "Pure nickel?"
Ye Zeyi was a little surprised: "Do you know metal?"
"I don't know much, so I can guess." Shao Wenzhuo said: "The surface of this piece of metal is smooth, but it is not as shiny as polished finished steel. It is more like unprocessed natural pure nickel."
This is a discarded pure nickel sheet, silver in color, very ordinary in appearance, similar to nickel-plated stainless steel alloys, carbon steel sheets, etc.Will recognize it at a glance.
After the accident, Ye Zeyi felt that it was not surprising.
People who invest in real estate know more or less about the construction industry. The difference between Shao Wenzhuo is that he strives to achieve the ultimate in everything he does, not just doing superficial work.
Shao Wenzhuo spoke modestly, but Ye Zeyi knew that he understood far more than that.
Just as he was thinking, Shao Wenzhuo handed him a black box.
Ye Zeyi: "What is this?"
"Open it and have a look."
"No merit, no reward."
"It's just a keychain. It's my own collection. It's worthless. If you don't want it, just throw it in the basement and dust it."
Shao Wenzhuo's attitude was decisive, but Ye Zeyi took it after hesitation.
Opened it and found a dagger inside.
It seems to be only two inches long, with a fishtail blade half the width of a little finger, with a standard 60-degree tip, and a golden handle with detailed runes engraved on it. It looks small but very heroic.
Ye Zeyi almost laughed angrily: "Is this the keychain you mentioned?"
Shao Wenzhuo was serious: "There is a hook, you take it as it is."
Ye Zeyi was at a loss for words for a while.
Shao Wenzhuo became more serious: "It's better than the metal sheet in your hand, keep it for self-defense."
Ye Zeyi slowly rubbed the tip of the knife with his fingertips: "You gave the knife to a society ruled by law. If I hurt someone, what are you going to do?"
"It doesn't matter if the knife has not been sharpened." Shao Wenzhuo's eyes fell on Ye Zeyi, "The important thing is that the knife is in your hand. No one dares to bet on whether a lunatic will kill someone."
Ye Zeyi paused with her fingertips, raised her eyelids and looked at the man.
What happened in the apartment at that time, Shao Wenzhuo listened to the whole process through the phone, and Shao Wenzhuo knew everything about his extremely surly behavior.
Another person might think that he is extreme, would warn him, and avoid him, but Shao Wenzhuo handed him a knife and told him that you can continue to do this.
Ye Zeyi couldn't describe this feeling, as if he was walking alone in his own world, while Shao Wenzhuo was spying on his world, neither far nor near, but seemed to be walking with him all the time.
When did this feeling start, it seems a long, long time ago.
For a moment, his thoughts were brought back to a heavy rainy night when he was sixteenββ
It rained heavily that day, and the glass of the shops on both sides of the street was smashed by the rain.
Ye Zeyi was wounded. The blood on his forehead was diluted by the rain and flowed down his brow bone. The blood covered his eyes. He walked aimlessly on the street and couldn't see clearly, but he knew what was happening around him.Everyone is looking at him.
Curious, sympathetic, sigh.
But no one came forward to ask.
Because he was wearing the school uniform and shirt of the nearby private aristocratic high school. Whether it was fighting or bullying on campus, the children inside were either rich or expensive, and no one would dare to provoke him.
He didn't fight, he didn't even see who was throwing glass bottles at him.
This was not the first time, the last time he came home with blood all over his face, he was greeted with overwhelming curses from Ye Zhengchu, who scolded him as a waste, scolded him for being inferior to beggars on the street.
He was locked in the attic by Ye Zhengchu for a whole week, and it was his aunt who came to Ye's house to bring him out.
Ye Zeyi walked on the street and didn't know where else to go.
Shao Wenzhuo came out from nowhere, and stood in front of him.
He was holding a black umbrella, tall, wearing a white shirt, and his skin was also very fair. Ye Zeyi looked at him steadily, until many years later, when he recalled that scene, he felt that the ShaoWen Zhuo stood like a holy light in the rainy night.
Shao Wenzhuo raised his hand and flicked his head lightly: "Have you been bullied?"
Ye Zeyi had a cold face, turned around and was about to leave, but Shao Wenzhuo grabbed his wrist: "Ah Ze is angry?"
Ye Zeyi was wrapped in a coat. He didn't know what the scent was, but he only remembered that it smelled good.
Shao Wenzhuo took him to a nearby private club.
That was Ye Zeyi's first time going to such a place for entertainment. Shao Wenzhuo was very familiar with those friends, and most of them came here to play this day.
Everyone was looking at this out of place thin boy, Shao Wenzhuo told them to get away with a cold face.
Shao Wenzhuo tore off the opening sticker and put it on his forehead: "It's not that if you don't resist others, you will soften your heart. The more pitiful you are, the more excited the person who bullies you."
The corners of Ye Zeyi's mouth were drawn stiffly, without saying a word.
Shao Wenzhuo lazily leaned back on the sofa, took a cigarette from the coffee table, and twirled the cigarette around his fingertips: "Your father always scolds you?"
Ye Zeyi still didn't speak.
"A good boy is not just pretending. The Ah Ze I know is not a submissive person. If you don't like it, don't try to please it. Since compromise can't change anything, it's better to be yourself."
Ye Zeyi stared at a certain void, and tightened his fingertips against the palm of his hand.
Shao Wenzhuo raised his eyebrows lightly: "Smoking?"
Ye Zeyi glanced at the cigarette in his hand: "No."
Shao Wenzhuo blew out a smoke ring: "If a person lives for a lifetime and neither enters the way of monks and Buddhas, nor is he contaminated with red dust, tobacco and alcohol, then he has walked in the world for nothing."
As he spoke, he took a cigarette and lit it, and handed it to Ye Zeyi, with a smile in his eyes: "Everything has a beginning."
Ye Zeyi suffered from a lung disease and couldn't move this kind of vulgar thing that wasted people at all, so he fell seriously ill when he returned.
But from then on, Ye Zhengchu never dared to close his little black room again. He would smash the windows and doors, and fight with anyone who touched him. He became a monster full of fangs in everyone's eyes.
But no one dared to bully him blatantly.
Looking back now, Ye Zeyi was actually a little envious of himself at that time.
He should have continued like that, why did he try to get back to the "right track" that Ye Zhengchu recognized.
The so-called peaceful coexistence is actually his unilateral swallowing.
Later, when Shao Wenzhuo saw him again, he said that he didn't know that he had lung disease and that he shouldn't be taking him to smoke. Ye Zeyi remembered that he just sneered and told him to put less money on his face because he wanted to smoke.
Thinking about it now, it was not that Shao Wenzhuo did not eat cigarettes when he was a teenager, but after he got married in his previous life, he had never seen Shao Wenzhuo smoked. He did not know when he quit, maybe it was during the two years abroad.
"Ah Ze, what are you thinking?"
Shao Wenzhuo's voice interrupted his thoughts, Ye Zeyi came back to his senses, and twitched the corner of his mouth with emotion: "No, the knife is not bad, thank you. But soon I will disturb your house again, you don't think Itrouble?"
"How could it be?" Shao Wenzhuo's Adam's apple rolled slightly, "I hope you can live for a long time."
Ye Zeyi paused when he put away the dagger box.
Of course he knew what Shao Wenzhuo meant. It had been more than a week since he suggested getting married, so he should have an answer.
But Shao Wenzhuo always clicked to the end every time, and didn't put pressure on him.
"That's right." Shao Wenzhuo asked, "Has Ze usually taken any medicine?"
Ye Zeyi looked over inexplicably, and Shao Wenzhuo explained: "You have a serious stomach problem now. I asked the medical team to formulate a treatment plan for you. The medicine you usually take must be sure whether it is irritating to the stomach."
This person is thoughtful, and Ye Zeyi's tongue is stunned by his demagoguery methods. Anyone else should be grateful to him.
Ye Zeyi took out a small medicine bottle from his coat.
Shao Wenzhuo took it: "What kind of medicine is this?"
"I have been going back and forth between the construction site and the factory building for a long time, and the dust is relatively large. The doctor prescribed me medicine to prevent lung diseases."
These medicines are all ordinary conditioning medicines, but he has always carried them in his pocket, and eats more frequently than three meals.
Shao Wenzhuo stared at the medicine bottle and remained silent for several seconds: "Do you need to take medicine every day these years?"
Ye Zeyihun didn't care: "I'm used to it."
Shao Wenzhuo frowned slightly, and ordered Xia Aijin: "Have someone take it for testing."
Xia Aijin drove the car and let out a sigh: "Okay, leave it to me. By the way, Zhao Quan's matter is almost settled. Originally, he still had a chance to appeal, but unfortunately he still wanted to drag Ye Chenxi into the water. NowThere is no hope at all. Ye Chenxi is also a ruthless person, and he is not soft on his confidant who has been with him for so long."
Ye Zeyi sneered: "You underestimated him."
Although Shao Wenzhuo is good at scheming, he is always willing to take the bait. He does things in an upright manner, but Ye Chenxi is purely sinister and cunning, using unscrupulous methods.
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The car parked at Shao's villa.
back again.
Ye Zeyi couldn't help but sigh, in the next life, some roads will still repeat the same mistakes.
The servant aunt took him to visit the front yard and backyard of the villa, the living room and dining room, the leisure area and the fitness area, wishing to introduce every corner to him.
But in fact, Ye Zeyi is no stranger to this set of villas, so he just takes more walks to exercise his body.
"The second floor is the private area. The bedroom and study are all on this floor. You, Young Master Ye, live in the bedroom on the east side. The light is particularly good, and the functional areas inside are also complete. There are cloakrooms, washrooms, and dressing rooms."
Ye Zeyi unexpectedly discovered that from the stairs, the floor was covered with a layer of carpet, which was not there when she came last time.
He asked strangely, "When were these carpets laid?"
Xia Aijin followed behind and snorted: "On the day after you left the villa, the boss ordered the second floor to be carpeted."
"Why?"
"Say you are afraid of the cold and don't like to wear shoes at home."
"..."
Ye Zeyi's heart skipped a beat: "How does he know that I don't like wearing shoes?"
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