After finally comforting Yan Yaru, Ye Chengyun quickly drove to Donghe headquarters.
Stopping in front of a quiet Japanese-style retro building, he got out of the car. Everyone in Donghe knew him, and after greeting him warmly, he walked in directly.
The interior is modernly decorated, with floor tiles and white walls, and is spotlessly clean. Who would have thought that this is the headquarters of the Donghe Association, which is famous in Asia.
He went straight to the third floor, walked to the only door here, and knocked.
The door opened and he was stunned for a moment when he saw the person inside.
"It's you?"
Ye Chengyun remembers very clearly that when he had a misunderstanding with Awahara Zemi, he was the man standing next to her.
m raised an eyebrow, "Are you looking for Xiaomei?"
"Well," Ye Chengyun nodded slightly. His familiar tone and master-like attitude made him feel uncomfortable all over.
"Come in and wait." M turned sideways to let him in. His tall and slim figure was wrapped in a black outfit, full of a man's unique solitary charm.
Seemingly noticing Ye Chengyun's strangeness, he chuckled and said, "I brought some things to Xiaomei, but she seems to have gone out for something."
"Oh." Ye Chengyun responded lightly and sat on the sofa, just face to face with him. The two people's eyes intertwined without intersecting, and the atmosphere became a bit strange.
m leaned back, his arms resting on the back of the sofa, his slightly melancholy eyes flashing with a luster that was close to the dark night. He stared out the window, his vision blurred and far away.
At this time, Awahara Zemi walked in while listening to the report from her subordinates. When she saw the two people, she was startled, then managed her emotions, nodded slightly to them, then continued to listen, and quickly gave instructions. Then she walked towards them, "
Do you want to have afternoon tea at my place?"
Ye Chengyun hadn't seen her for a while. He stood up almost forgetfully, reached out and took her into his arms, "Xiao Mei!"
Awara Zemei smiled and patted his back, "Why do you look like you've been abandoned?" Inadvertently, her eyes collided with M's.
m always looked at her with smiling eyes, sitting there without moving.
"Why didn't you look for me when you came back?" Ye Chengyun let go of his hand and stared at her, "Tell me, are you injured?"
"No," Awahara Zemei shook her head, "You have also seen that except for your brother, we are all fine."
"Really?" Ye Chengyun looked up and down again suspiciously.
Awara Zemei smiled and grabbed his hand, "Of course."
After pulling him to sit down, she asked Xiang M, "What do you want from me?"
This is a very obvious difference. She will not ask Ye Chengyun the purpose of coming here, but will ask him in a formulaic way, which one is near and which one is far away, it is clear at a glance.
m tugged at his thin lips and said, "I've brought you some medicine." The scattered peripheral vision fell on the two people's hands that were always clasped. The emotion in his eyes was cleverly isolated by him.
"Oh, I always forgot to pick it up, so I have to trouble you to deliver it in person. I'm really sorry." Of course Awahara Zemi knew that he was talking about health care drugs for the heart.
"Medicine?" Ye Chengyun raised his eyebrows and asked with concern, "Xiaomei, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Awahara Zemei lowered her eyes and said lightly, "It's just a little cold. I'm much better now."
Ye Chengyun's brows have been frowning, and they haven't relaxed since he entered the door. Even though he knew clearly that Awahara Zemi was hiding something, and the man opposite also knew it, he didn't continue to ask further questions.
If she trusted him 100%; if she regarded him as the closest person; if...she loved him, he believed she would tell him.
"I won't disturb you anymore," M stood up, his smile a little erratic, "I have something to do, so I'll leave first."
"Well," Awahara Zemi stood up, "I'll give it to you."
"No need," he walked towards the door, his back exuding a bleak feeling of loneliness. Without looking back, he pointed at the table, "I have already marked how to take the medicine at that time. Remember, you must take it on time.
.”
After walking out, he paused, looked back at the closed door, closed his eyes, turned around and continued walking.
In this world, everyone has their own role to play. From the beginning, he saw what she saw, listened to what she heard, and felt what she felt from the perspective of "brother". Now, he still will not go beyond that.
His duty, as long as her heart beats happily and fully, is the greatest comfort to him.
His role has always been that of the older brother.
****
Ye Qixuan was lying on the bed. His right leg, which had had its plaster removed, was hanging on a rubber band, and he was slowly pulling it up and down through gritted teeth.
After he came back, he moved to the bungalow where Ling Fei once climbed onto the balcony. Daily rehabilitation was an indispensable part.
The door opened, and Ling Fei, wearing a ponytail and leather jacket and denim shorts, walked in. She put her bag aside, looked at his red face, and frowned, "How long have you been practicing?"
"……Three hours."
The sweat on his forehead soaked the hair on his cheeks, and it was obvious that he was working hard.
Ling Fei took off the rubber band without saying anything, "You have practiced for long enough, you need to rest now."
Ye Qixuan breathed out, relaxed, picked up the towel next to him and wiped the sweat from his face, then sat up.
"It's so hot, I'm going to take a shower first." He grabbed the crutches beside the bed, "I'm hungry, please cook for me. I have no other request, just cook it." He said in a domineering and rogue tone.
Of course.
Ling Fei sneered dissatisfied, "I made it so unpalatable that even Xiaokui didn't like it. Do you like to be abused?"
"You are the only one who dares to torture me. Whether it's my heart or my body, you've tortured me to pieces, and I won't miss your stomach."
"I really don't understand. Wouldn't it be nice if you just invited an aunt here? Why do you want me to come over here every day and cook for you?"
Ye Qixuan moved towards the bathroom step by step, looked back at her, and smiled charmingly and handsomely, "I'm so handsome, and I'm at the top of the list of ideal lovers in Asia! What if I get noticed by my little aunt?
If I can't control myself anymore, it will be too late for you to cry. I asked you to come and take care of me, that's for your own good."
"Haha," Ling Fei smiled indifferently, "It's so embarrassing to cry. That's not my style. At most, the girl's face will be disfigured and the boy's will be cut off. It's hard to say who will cry in the end."
Having long been accustomed to her violent tendencies, Ye Qixuan was calm, "So, for the sake of the safety of others, it is right for me to rely on you." He walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and did not forget to say, "Don't kill me."
The kitchen burned down.”
Ling Fei nodded simply, "Okay, if you dare to eat it, I will do it."