Chapter 1,413: Second Young Master Ye who was blacklisted
After a New Year's Eve dinner, Ji Guangming felt comfortable eating and drinking. He drank a pound of liquor by himself, and Ye Muan drank half a pound with him. Weng and his son-in-law were both drunk when they got off the table.
Ji's mother was worried that Ye Mu'an would not be taken care of when he returned to the hotel, so she left Ye Mu'an to stay at home and asked Aunt Chen to clean up a guest room and come out. Ji Yunqi helped him back to the room.
Ye Muan staggered, and Ji Yunqi struggled to help him lie down on the bed. He took off his coat and pants, stuffed him into the quilt, and went to the bathroom to wring out a hot towel and wipe his face.
Ye Muan's stern face was stained red by the alcohol, adding a bit of fireworks for nothing. Ji Yunqi wiped it and stared at it. It was the first time she saw Ye Muan drunk, and she felt cute inexplicably.
"What are you looking at?" Ye Muan's drunken eyes were blurred, and her face was filled with overlapping phantoms.
"Look at my little brother." Ji Yunqi bullied him while he was drunk. He held his cheeks in his hands and kneaded them. His cheeks were hot and hot, which felt particularly good in the winter.
Ye Muan let her bully her, and when she had finished wiping his face and was about to get up to put a towel in the bathroom, he forcefully pulled her into his arms.
Ji Yunqi groaned and raised the hand holding the towel high, fearing that he would wet the quilt.
Ye Mu'an felt that it was in the way, so he took the towel from her hand and threw it to the ground, then turned over and pressed her under him, his drunken eyes were all about her.
"Not tonight." Ji Yunqi squirmed under him.
Ye Muan smiled and buried his head in the crook of her neck: "I just want to hold you and sleep."
There was a strong smell of alcohol in his breath. Strangely enough, Ji Yunqi actually found it to smell particularly good. It was the most fragrant wine she had ever smelled.
"Why?" She held his face and finally asked her doubts.
But he didn't understand what she was asking, and there was confusion in his drunken eyes.
"Why did you come to me? Why did you talk to my dad about getting married? You're not..."
"Because you are my antidote." Before Ji Yunqi could finish asking, Ye Muan understood. He cut off her words and gave the answer.
Now it was Ji Yunqi's turn to be confused.
Ye Muan kissed her lips gently and murmured in a low voice: "I'm not going anywhere. I can't live without my antidote."
Ji Yunqi's heart trembled slightly. She clung to his back, raised her head, and took the initiative to kiss his lips.
When their lips and teeth met, she was also infected by the scent of his wine.
He said that he was his antidote, but he was not her antidote.
They have both planted a poison called love, and only each other can save the other.
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S City, Lantingju.
When the bell rang twelve times, the new year arrived. Ye Yirui turned eighteen. Her parents and brother sent her red envelopes as usual, congratulating her for turning one year older. She also received many red envelopes on her mobile phone.
There were New Year's money given by her elders and red envelopes given by her brothers and sisters. Everyone wanted her to be happy, but her happiness never reached the depths of her heart.
She loves her parents, her two brothers, her grandma, and everyone who loves her. She is glad that she will be reincarnated and has been the darling of everyone in the family since she was born. She is the dragon egg in her father's hand.
She also loves life, reading, sports, traveling, and exploring. Her interests are as broad as the endless ocean. But she is not happy, because the things she likes will eventually become very boring.
Aunt Muge said that she was ill, which was a mental illness. She had tried psychotherapy, but the effect was very low. She still couldn't find anything that made her feel interesting for a long time, so her life continued to be boring and boring.
Advance.
But it doesn't matter, she is used to it anyway, she still loves life and looks for freshness in boredom, day after day, year after year. Until one day, she can also find her own antidote.
On New Year's Eve, more than one person suffered from insomnia. Ye Muyi also suffered from insomnia. To be precise, he had been suffering from insomnia for several days.
Five minutes ago, he sent a red envelope to Xia Song. This is his habit every New Year. He has developed this habit since he was very young. Every year, he will give Xia Song a red envelope as lucky money.
Xia Song also received his red envelope like every year and sent a thank you "Thank you Fourth Brother".
Very concise, with a touch of outsideness.
Ye Muyi asked again: What are you doing?
Then the news fell silent, and Xia Song did not reply to him again.
Ye Muyi held her phone and began to think wildly. If Xia Song didn't reply to his messages, could it be that she was chatting with Han Yao and had no time to talk to him?
He endured it again and again, but still couldn't hold it back, so he made a video call.
However, no one answered, so he called Xia Song's cell phone, and sure enough, it showed that he was on a call.
An evil fire sprang up uncontrollably. He walked around the room, restless, thinking that Xia Song's phone was busy and he was talking on the phone with Han Yao.
Have the two of you reached the point of talking on the phone on New Year’s Eve?
The more Ye Muyi thought about it, the angrier he became, like an angry cat.
He kept calling Xia Song's number, and when he finally got through, it was already twenty minutes later.
"Who were you talking to on the phone just now?" Ye Muyi asked as soon as Xia Song answered the call.
"Han Yao." Xia Song didn't hide anything.
But Ye Muyi exploded: "We're celebrating the Chinese New Year. What do you have to talk about? We've been talking for so long. Didn't you see that I called you so many times?"
Of course Xia Song saw it. She was just talking to Han Yao about business and felt that Ye Muyi had nothing important to do, so she didn't cut off the call.
"Fourth brother, do you have anything to do with me?" Xia Song asked without answering.
"Why didn't you reply when I sent you a WeChat message?" Ye Muyi huffed.
"I didn't see it when I answered the phone. Why did you send me a WeChat message?" Xia Song came back to the question.
"Can't I find you if nothing happens?" Ye Muyi became even more angry.
Xia Song said, "It's okay, then I'll go to sleep."
"You have to sleep when you talk to me. You can talk to Han Yao on the phone for such a long time. Do you really hate me now? You don't want to listen to me at all." Ye Muyi started to make trouble unreasonably.
Xia Song could have explained to him that she and Han Yao had been chatting about judicial matters for so long. Han Yao was now in charge of the judiciary and he just wanted to ask her some questions.
But when the words to explain came to her lips, she swallowed them back. Why should she explain?
"Han Yao is the person introduced to me by my grandfather. Is there anything wrong with me having more contact with him?" she said angrily.
"What kind of people are there to get in touch with in the middle of the night? If he asks you out, will you follow him out? Are you a girl, do you know how to be reserved?" Ye Muyi blurted out the accusing words.
"In your eyes, am I just someone who goes out with men casually?" Xia Song's voice turned cold, with a hint of grievance.
Ye Muyi suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, and he quickly explained: "I'm not..."
Toot toot…
Before he finished speaking, a busy tone came from the phone, and Xia Song hung up the phone.
Ye Muyi quickly called again, but Xia Song immediately hung up on her. He called again, and Xia Song hung up again. When he called for the fifth time, Xia Song blocked her.
He then called WeChat, but WeChat was also blocked.
Ye Muyi wished he could slap himself in the mouth to make you talk faster.