The Most Beautiful Years Met You [19] What are you doing all this mess
"If you stay out for the night, call your grandpa and tell him."
Ye Hehuan couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly after hearing these words. If she called home and the old man inquired more about her, it would be weird if she didn't cheat on her.
"Uncle..." She clasped her hands together and looked at Yu Zhongxiao sadly.
The street lights cast bright stars in those cunning cat eyes, and the delicate eyebrows were lightly furrowed, as if to say - 'Please, please, don't force me to make a phone call'.
Qin Shousheng then interceded for her: "Uncle, my mother has prepared a guest room and supper for Huanhuan."
"I will go back when the injury on my face is better tomorrow," Ye Hehuan said.
Yu Zhongxiao looked across the SUV at the two young children singing in front of him, especially at Ye He's flattering and aggrieved eyes. His Adam's apple twitched and he said, "Pay attention to yourself." He stopped and pulled out the driver's seat.
door and get in the car.
Ye Hehuan and Qin Shousheng looked at each other, did this mean they agreed?
Walking around the front of the car, Ye Hehuan knocked on the driver's window. Yu Zhongxiao lowered the window and looked out: "Is there anything else?"
"I'll just take that bag of food, uncle?" She discussed with him with a smile.
"Um."
"Thank you, uncle!"
Ye Hehuan smiled brightly, opened the back seat door, bent over, and took out the big bag of things.
Qin Shousheng had already come over to take it, frowning and complaining: "Why is it so heavy..."
"There's so much nonsense." Ye Hehuan kicked him and walked to the driver's seat: "Uncle, please drive carefully when it's snowing."
Yu Zhongxiao looked at her with a deep look, nodded in response, and the car window slowly rose in front of her.
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When the Wrangler with its rear yellow lights flashing disappeared around the corner, Ye Hehuan looked away and pushed Qin Shousheng: "I'm freezing to death if I don't get in the car yet."
"Damn it, who was the person who couldn't get into the car just now?!" Qin Shousheng muttered, rubbing his frozen hands.
Seeing the pair of cat eyes staring at him, he raised his hands in surrender: "I'm afraid of your aunt, so don't wait any longer. My mother is still waiting to cook Yuanxiao for you."
Qin Shousheng drives his father's imported Audi q7.
Ye Hehuan touched the leather chair and sighed: "You rich man, you are extravagant. In the future, your family will have no heirs. I will sacrifice my son and become your adopted son."
"Thank you for thinking about me so much. Thank you to the whole family."
Ye Hehuan rolled his eyes at him and pulled the bag of snacks. He was so hungry that he wanted to eat some potato chips, but he found a lot of toiletries in the bag.
For a moment, her brain couldn't turn around.
Some sudden ideas popped up, but they were quickly rejected by her, but she really couldn't imagine the use of these toothbrush towels...
Qin Shousheng glanced at the toothpaste in her hand: "I don't have these at home, why waste money on buying them?"
He reached out and grabbed the toothpaste while Ye Hehuan wasn't paying attention. He glanced at it while driving: "Black toothpaste?"
"Give it back to me!" The next moment, the toothpaste was taken back again.
"If it's not just a stick of toothpaste, why are you so mean?"
Ye Hehuan put the toothpaste back into the bag, pursed his lips, and said seriously: "I bought it and took it back to Vancouver, can't I?"
"Okay, why not?"
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Qin Shousheng's mother is a woman with a gentle personality.
She and Han Minjing had been friends for many years, and later married into the Qin family. The Ye and Qin families had business contacts. Especially after Han Minjing went crazy, she treated Ye Hehuan even more cordially.
"What's going on? Why is her face swollen like this? It still smells like gasoline." Qin's mother pulled Ye Hehuan to look up and down, and exclaimed when she saw the injury on her face.
Ye Hehuan touched the left side of his face, grinned in pain, and smiled: "The road was slippery, I accidentally knocked over the gasoline barrel and fell, face down."
Qin's mother hurriedly asked the nanny to bring out the drinking wine.
"Mom, please make her a midnight snack first. She hasn't had dinner yet." Qin Shousheng sat down next to Ye Hehuan and urged Qin's mother to go to the kitchen.
After Qin's mother left, Ye Hehuan sat cross-legged on the sofa and began to eat the pastries that Qin's mother had just brought over.
"All these clothes belong to your uncle?"
Qin Shousheng looked at the black coat on her body. When it was worn on Ye Hehuan, it was like a child stealing an adult's clothes.
She hummed vaguely.
"Tsk, why do I feel that your uncle doesn't seem to like me very much." He touched his chin and said thoughtfully.
"You think you are RMB and everyone likes you."
"That's not what I mean." Qin Shousheng leaned over and said mischievously: "I'll analyze it for you. I think the way he looks at you is a bit weird."
Ye Hehuan curled his lips: "Can you not blame me? He is grabbing my pigtails. My life and death depend on his words."
Qin Shousheng nodded, his doubts faded away, and he leaned on the back of the sofa with his arms folded: "Then what does he say now? He wants to tell his family about you?"
"It shouldn't be possible for the time being, but it's not reliable, so," Ye Hehuan turned sideways and pointed at the embarrassment on his body: "In order for him not to tell, you don't know how much sacrifice I have made.
, after all, he and I have shared the same sorrows now, and it would be too unjust to tell him about it."
Over there, Qin's mother came out with a bowl of Yuanxiao.
Ye Hehuan smelled the fragrance and his stomach growled. He threw away the pillow and patted his thigh: "Xiao*, go and bring it to the Ai family."
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After eating supper, Ye Hehuan returned to the guest room. Qin's mother brought her a set of pajamas of her own to wear, as well as brand-new underwear.
When the hot water from the shower head was spilled, the entire shower room was filled with the pungent smell of gasoline.
Ye Hehuan was so stifled by the smoke that he rubbed his hair five or six times with shampoo and used up half of the bottle of shower gel before giving up after making sure the smell was gone.
I wrapped a bath towel and rubbed it on my *.
When she was lifting the quilt, she caught sight of a shopping bag placed on the TV cabinet from the corner of her eye. She paused and turned her head to look over.
The words "Wuzhou Convenience Store" burst into her sight.
Mother Qin should have helped her carry it in.
Lying in the soft quilt, Ye Hehuan could not sleep, tossing and turning, thinking about what happened at the gas station tonight.
I wonder if those gangsters were taken away by the police...
The look that Yu Zhongxiao cast on her before driving away always appeared in her mind from time to time. Ye Hehuan recalled that he didn't seem to have had dinner, and his back shoulder blades were injured, as well as the things in the shopping bag.
Toiletries... She took her mobile phone from the bedside table and clicked on the call log icon.
An unknown number was lying there quietly with missed calls.
Staring at the eleven digits for a long time, she pressed twice on her phone, switched to 'New Contact', entered the words uncle, and pressed the OK button.
I threw away my phone, turned over and lay on my bed and closed my eyes. After a while, I suddenly sat up.
She opened the address book, scrolled down bit by bit, and found 'Uncle' at the end. It looked abrupt and weird next to her friend's name.
After thinking about it, she changed 'little uncle' into one word - [him].
"It still seems a little strange..."
She murmured lowly and went to look through the call history. Sure enough, it was imaginative, and she quickly edited the contact.
Finally, Yu Zhongxiao became ‘that who’ in her address book.
Is the head office ready now?!
Ye Hehuan lay on the bed with satisfaction, arms and legs spread wide, but after a while, he took the phone over again.
Someone was injured trying to save her, so it should be normal to send a text message to express concern, right?
Lying on the pillow, with her legs crossed, her thin white fingers moved skillfully on the keyboard, and she composed a text message.
[Uncle, have you rested? I am Ye Hehuan. 】
After pressing the send button, she began to regret again. It was almost early in the morning. If he had already fallen asleep, wouldn't she have woken him up again?
Staring at the darkened screen, fifteen minutes passed with no reply.
Did he really fall asleep?
Ye Hehuan put the phone back on the front desk, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, and closed his eyes, but his consciousness became clearer and clearer.
She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, not feeling sleepy at all. From time to time, she looked sideways at her phone. She hoped it would vibrate, but she was a little afraid that it would vibrate.
A very contradictory mentality.
I don't know how long it took, but when she was drowsy, her phone buzzed and vibrated, and the screen's fluorescent light illuminated the corner of her head.
Ye Hehuan leaned forward and took her phone to her. An unread text message appeared on the screen. She clicked on it and it was from Yu Zhongxiao.
[I was just taking a shower, what happened?]
She looked at his reply and thought that if this sentence came out of his mouth, it should be in a low and gentle voice.
Perhaps, there is also a nasal sound and hoarseness from a cold.
Ye Hehuan held the mobile phone and leaned on his head. He couldn't describe his mood at the moment, which was a little subtle and at a loss.
[Don’t forget to have dinner, and remember to take care of the wound on your shoulder. 】
After writing it, she felt that the tone was wrong, so she added the words "little uncle" at the beginning and sent it after making sure it was correct.
This time I got a quick reply.
Ye Hehuan clicked on it, and there was only one word - [Hmm.]
After that, the phone stopped responding.
She couldn't help but wonder if she had disturbed him, and she also began to speculate that the short text message he responded to and his apparent unwillingness to talk more was because Han Jingqiu had already returned from a business trip?
If this is really the case, then isn’t it just unwise to send text messages now?
How often do husband and wife get together? It’s strange that if you join in, they will give you a good attitude. Replying to you is considered polite...
Thinking of this, Ye Hehuan fell on the bed, covered his head with a quilt in frustration, and turned back and forth, suddenly feeling as stupid as a pig.
Out of sight, out of sight, she turned off her phone and threw it away.
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A big hand with a nice outline rubbed back and forth on her waist, bringing with it a scorching temperature that penetrated the night and penetrated deep into her bone marrow.
Ye Hehuan opened his eyes drowsily, turned on the light, turned his head, and saw Yu Zhongxiao lying on the bed next to him.
He supported his head with one hand, and the other hand was still resting on her waist, and he was looking into her eyes intently.
When their eyes met, Ye Hehuan's first reaction was to retreat. As soon as his body touched the edge of the breast, Yu Zhongxiao suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her back to the center of the breast. He turned over and pressed on top of her, supporting his own weight with his elbows.
, lowered his head, his deep eyes fixed on her bright red face: "Where do you want to go?"
Isn't she at Qin's house? How come he appears here? Is he dreaming?
Ye Hehuan's eyes moved around, all he saw was the layout of the Qin family's guest room, and in his ears he heard the man's low voice: "Didn't you ask me to come here?"
How can it be……
"If you don't believe me, take a look at the text messages you sent. Is there any girl who sends text messages to men in the middle of the night?"
Ye Hehuan's chest was rising and falling, Yu Zhongxiao's eyes were filled with laughter, and he suddenly bent his head. When their four lips touched, her whole body trembled, and her fingers clenched her breasts tightly.
The experience she had never experienced left her at a loss...
With the moist feeling on her lips and the numbness from being sucked hard, he pried open her teeth, kissed her tenderly, raised his right hand, lifted the hair stuck to her cheek, and murmured magnetically.
Her ears lingered: "Huanhuan... Huanhuan..."
"Little uncle... don't be like this... don't... little uncle..."
His hand slowly went down and reached the edge of her pajamas, making a gesture to touch inside. Every inch of Ye Hehuan's skin was hot. With a tremor, she put her hands on his strong chest and turned her face to one side, panting.
Said: "Uncle, we can't do this...Don't say goodbye, uncle...I will not betray Ayu..."
The big hand that held the gun all year round was strong and calloused, making her tremble constantly, and her gasping voice became charming and alluring: "Uncle... um~"
She bit her lip to prevent herself from making a blushing sound, and clenched her breasts tightly, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
The whole photo made a gentle shaking sound...
Ye Hehuan suddenly opened her eyes, and what she saw was not the man's deep and moving eyes, but a pair of squinty dog eyes. There was a bark in her ear, and then the corner of her mouth was licked by a warm dog tongue:
"Woof woof!"
The fluffy tail swept over her navel, which was exposed because of her pajamas, and the feeling was exactly the same as the touch in her dream...
One person and one dog, looking at each other silently.
There was silence in the room for five seconds before the girl screamed in anger: "Qin Shousheng, take your 'osmanthus' away!"
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Qin Shousheng was squatting on a chair in the dining room eating breakfast when he suddenly heard a roar. He looked around and saw that the fat Shar-pei had long since disappeared next to the plate of dog food.
With a sandwich in his mouth, he hurried upstairs with his cotton mop, fearing that his life would be in danger if he was too late.
As soon as the door was opened, a pillow came towards him. Qin Shousheng quickly dodged it with quick eyes and hands.
Turn around——
He saw an extremely horrifying scene.
'Osmanthus' hugged the fence tightly with its two front hooves and howled extremely shrillly. Ye Hehuan, with disheveled hair, was gritting his teeth and pulling one of the fat dog's hind legs hard, trying to pull it away.
Throw the window down.
Seeing the owner coming, 'Osmanthus' screamed even more miserably, and her narrowed eyes shone with joy.
"Oh, grandma, why did my Osmanthus recruit you again?" Qin Shousheng hurriedly went over to break up the fight.
Ye Hehuan glared at him, let go, snorted coldly, stepped on the cold floor with his feet, went to the bathroom, and closed the door loudly.
'Osmanthus' was frightened, wagging its tail, and ran to Qin Shousheng's feet to seek comfort.
Qin Shousheng knelt down, pointed at its wrinkled head with his fingers, and educated him in a low voice: "How many times have I told you not to provoke female bullies? If you don't listen, you will suffer the consequences."
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In the bathroom, Ye Hehuan stood in front of the sink and poured cold water on his still hot face seven or eight times.
What a messy dream this is...
She looked at herself in the mirror with twinkling eyes, feeling ashamed and annoyed, and she felt a severe headache. Ye Hehuan, who do you dream about, but you dreamed about him?
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Ye Hehuan came out of the bathroom and Qin Shousheng was teasing Osmanthus to eat a sandwich.
As soon as the fat dog saw her, he barked in an intimidating tone, narrowing his eyes with an angry look. When Ye Hehuan looked at her in a dark way, he ran away.
He screamed miserably while twisting his butt and running downstairs.
Qin Shousheng stood up with a smile and brushed the dog hair on his body: "What's the matter, are you so angry all the time?"
Ye Hehuan kept a straight face, raised his chin slightly, and returned to the room proudly.
The nanny has washed and brought over all the clothes she changed yesterday, and the black coat has also been folded and placed on the bed.
She stared at the coat until there was a knock on the door outside, then she pulled back from her wandering thoughts and picked up her clothes to put on.
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After having breakfast at Qin's house, Ye Hehuan took a taxi to the compound without asking Qin Shousheng to send it to him.
She borrowed a down jacket from Qin Shousheng. As for the black coat, she put it in a paper bag and carried it home with the bag of snacks.
As soon as Ye Hehuan entered the Han family, he saw Han Jingqiu reading a magazine in the living room with her legs crossed.
Han Jingqiu seemed to be in a very good mood. The red spots on her face had disappeared a lot. She was humming a song. Even if she looked up and saw her, she didn't feel unhappy at all. She turned to the kitchen and said, "Sister-in-law Tang, my slimming soup."
Done yet?"
Yu Zhongxiao doesn't seem to be at home.
Ye Hehuan did not give Han Jingqiu his coat and went straight upstairs to his room.
When she closed the door, she heard Han Jingqiu calling on the phone downstairs, with a sweet and happy voice: "Hubby, will you come back for lunch? ...What about tonight?"
Thinking of Han Jingqiu*, Ye Hehuan pursed his lips. Just as he was about to sympathize with a certain green turtle, he rolled his eyes again.
They are happy, and I want you to pity them.
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Mr. Han spent the whole morning playing chess at a friend's house and returned home having a great time.
As soon as he got home, he called Ye Hehuan to the study, saw the injury on the corner of her mouth, and frowned: "It's fine, why is it hurt again?"
"Didn't it snow last night? I accidentally fell down." Ye Hehuan insisted on this statement.
Mr. Han sighed: "You have been reckless all day long. You said you are alone in a foreign country. How can I, as a grandfather, not worry about you?"
"Isn't this good for me?" Ye Hehuan squatted next to the old man, holding his hand as rough as old tree bark, raising his face and smiling with his lips curled up: "It was my fault in the past, but in the future
Can I call you every week?"
"Now that you're back, why are you going there again?" Mr. Han suddenly became furious when he heard what she meant.
Ye Hehuan pretended to be surprised and said: "Have you forgotten that I still have to go to school? Don't worry, I will return to China when I graduate from college."
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After coming out of the study, Ye Hehuan remembered that it seemed that Ye Zanwen had told her to take today's flight back to Vancouver.
The cell phone rang suddenly.
When she saw the caller ID, there was a mocking smile on her lips. She picked up the call and said with a smile: "Boss Ye, are you here to urge me to pack my luggage?"
"I asked my secretary to change the ticket for three days. I will spend time with your grandpa at the Han family."
Three days later again.
Ye Hehuan curled his lips and expressed gratitude: "Thank you, Boss Ye, for thinking of my grandpa so well."
"Is this the tone you used when speaking to your father?" Ye Zanwen couldn't restrain his anger when he heard her sinister tone and scolded her coldly.
"Otherwise, you want me to learn from Ye Jingyu, okay, hello, dad, bye dad."
Without waiting for Ye Zanwen's anger to strike, Ye Hehuan cut off the phone directly, threw the phone on the bed with a cold sound, and lay down on the sofa himself.
Whoever loves to serve is called daddy.
After a while, Fan Tiantian's call came. Ye Hehuan picked it up and asked feebly, "What are you doing?"
"Of course I'm looking for you to hang out, Julie, come to my old place?" The exciting and swinging music almost covered Fan Tiantian's shouts.
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Bar is a bar opened by Fan Tiantian’s brother, Fan Zheyuan.
Like many entertainment venues, this bar has independent boxes, and naturally there are so-called "young masters" and "princesses".
Ye Hehuan was sitting on the sofa, biting a straw, drinking a glass of cocktail, crossing his legs, and occasionally picking a peanut. He was not interested, but Fan Tiantian was dressed like a *girl, holding a 'little fresh meat' in one hand.
Holding a microphone in one hand, the wolf howled: "Fly up your*..."
After the song ended, Fan Tiantian let go of the handsome boy, sat down next to Ye Hehuan, and nudged her with his arm.
"Do you think we can still play together happily? Every time I come back, the person who helps you order won't even touch his little hand."
"I am a married woman, different from you."
"Hey, married women are still here?" Fan Tiantian wanted to tease her again, waving to another young handsome guy sitting peacefully next to him: "Come here, accompany our Miss Ye, make her feel comfortable. From now on
It doesn’t matter whether it’s delicious or spicy.”
Ye Hehuan raised his head and glanced at Bai Xi's slender boy. For some reason, he looked more and more effeminate, and couldn't help but frown.
"What's wrong?" Fan Tiantian asked.
"What kind of vision do you have, why do you choose those who are neither male nor female?" Ye Hehuan despised her.
Fan Tiantian squirted out a mouthful of soda and patted her leg hard: "Didn't you like this kind of thing before? Now I'm here. I said, you are not normal these days..."
"You are not normal." Ye Hehuan rolled his eyes at her and stood up.
Fan Tiantian raised his head: "Where are you going?"
Ye Hehuan looked at the smoky box and felt upset inside: "Go out for a walk."
Fan Tiantian lost the microphone and followed her out together. The two of them walked around, and out of boredom, they simply went to play with Fan Zheyuan.
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The bar was playing deafening rock music, and people were swaying crazily on the dance floor.
Fan Zheyuan was not only the boss, but also the bartender. Ye Hehuan and Fan Tiantian sat at the bar and each ordered a glass of whiskey.
"Little sister, it's best not to drink such strong wine."
Fan Tiantian hummed and slapped a credit card on the bar: "There's so much nonsense, why don't I just give you money?"
Fan Zheyuan was helpless, so he mixed two glasses of low-concentration whiskey and gave them to his two disobedient sisters. He also told them: "Don't drive by yourself when you go back at night."
This sentence was actually said specifically to Ye Hehuan.
Ye Hehuan nodded and grinned at him: "I know, Brother Zheyuan, I just took a taxi here."
Fan Tiantian stared intently at the stage in the center of the dance floor, on which stood a sexy masked girl dancing on a pole. After watching for a while, she complained to Fan Zheyuan: "Why do you hire everyone? Even I can dance better than her."
OK."
"Then you go up and jump." Fan Zheyuan knows his sister's temperament well and can talk to anyone.
Fan Tiantian curled her lips with a look of disdain: "You can't kill a chicken with a bull's knives. At this level, even Julie can be compared to the ground."
As she said that, she turned her head and stared at Ye Hehuan, her eyes reflecting: "Julie, I haven't seen you dance for a long time. Can you go up and give it a try?"
"No." Ye Hehuan refused without giving any face.
"Oh, go ahead as you go. You don't know that your dancing posture from back then is still lingering in my mind."
"Not going."
Fan Tiantian gritted her teeth and leaned close to Ye Hehuan's ear: "If you don't go, I will tell Yan Yu that you put cotton pads in your bra. In fact, you only have a B-cup cup!"
Ye Hehuan covered her mouth, and Fan Tiantian opened her mouth as if to bite her.
Fan Zheyuan said from the side: "It's okay to go up and play for a while. I'm the boss here and no one will make things difficult for you."
Ye Hehuan looked at the dance floor, where Fan Tiantian kept encouraging: "If you win, I will give you the blue and white porcelain my father bought last time. Didn't you say last time that Yan Yu's father likes to collect this kind of porcelain?
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"Deal!" Ye Hehuan agreed in one breath, and the two high-fived each other. Fearing that Fan Tiantian would regret it, he said, "I'll pick it up at your house tomorrow."
Fan Tiantian took off her high heels, kicked them to Ye Hehuan, and blinked ambiguously: "You'll look good dancing if you wear this, otherwise it won't count."
"Sure." Ye Hehuan happily changed his shoes, stood up and walked towards the dance floor.
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Ye Hehuan, who drank more than half a glass of whiskey, was a little tipsy. After the dancer came off the stage, she pressed the table with one hand and jumped up.
Some distance away, Fan Tiantian was already whistling and making noises.
The music in the audience suddenly stopped.
Not only the people on the dance floor posing and posing, but also those sitting there drinking and chatting were looking over here.
In Vancouver, when he was most rebellious, Ye Hehuan also danced in bars.
e" suddenly sounded. Ye Hehuan grabbed the steel pipe with one hand and shook his waist-length black hair...
At this time, there were very few good pole dancers in China. For a while, many people came around to watch.
Ye Hehuan held the steel pipe with both hands and walked around the stage on cat steps. Suddenly he turned around, raised his slender legs, and easily made a straight iron pole. His soft and boneless body was stretched against the steel pipe.
With a straight line, the audience instantly burst into applause, and many men almost had nosebleeds after seeing her sexy posture.
Her legs suddenly hooked on the steel pipe, and she grasped the steel pipe with both hands, performing a difficult spin. In the blink of an eye, she performed another wavy iron pole, hooking, hanging upside down, wrapping around the pipe, big V, and spinning... The whole person seemed to be in a state of excitement.
It has become one with the steel pipe.
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The author can hold up the microphone and say: "Let's do this interview, Huanhuan. I forgot to tell you just now that my second brother is watching from the audience."
