IX Cultivation

It is a simple built-in ringtone, and Wan Ling connected the call without even looking at who is calling:

"Hey?"

"Still sleeping?" Yan Xi's doting voice with a slight smile came from the other end of the phone.

The man pulled the quilt under his chin and said lazily 'um': "When are you coming back?"

The other end of the phone was very quiet, so quiet that one could easily hear the young man's shallow breathing: "When do you want me to go back, huh?"

Wan Ling thought for a while and said, "What do you think..." The man's voice was full of tiredness, and he put his hands on his lower abdomen unconsciously, without even realizing it.

"Okay, I'll call you when I get back, baby, go to sleep." Suddenly there were chaotic footsteps and some people whispering.

Wan Ling didn't think too much and soon fell asleep again.

The man seemed to have finished all the dreams of his life during the month of coma, and never dreamed anything again. Of course, he may have done it but didn't remember it.

On the other side, lawyer Yan, who hung up the phone, pushed his half-framed silver-rimmed glasses, stared sharply at the person opposite the visiting room through the bulletproof glass, without a trace of a smile, and his fair and slender hands were interlaced. It was buckled under the tip of the nose, and then released, sitting casually stroking the ring on the ring finger of the left hand, with an indescribably indifferent and alienated attitude, as if the person in front of him was not a college classmate who had a good relationship with him at the beginning, nor was he a friend.

"As you wish." The young man sitting inside has chestnut-colored ear-length hair under the light, and a circle of light on the top of his head looks extraordinarily cold and arrogant, and the earring on his right ear also glows with a cold light, " I came in, but Yan, you will give me back what you stole from me one day."

After the young man finished speaking, he leaned back on the chair and made a movement with his hand. The prison guard behind him respectfully handed over a cigarette. The young man held the slender cigarette between his beautiful fingers, and the prison guard hurriedly lit it for him. The profile of the young man is particularly good-looking, with a halo under the thick eyelashes.

Even in such an environment, the young man still showed no sign of being defeated. Except for the madness two months ago, the young man was always arrogant like a nobleman, and his level of imprisonment was different from others.

"What did I steal from you?" Yan Xi let go of the hand touching the ring, and said with a cold smile, "From the beginning to the end, what's mine is mine. Ye Qingming, enjoy this time, I talked to Uncle Ye, Take a step back, you can get out of prison but Uncle Ye will send you out of the country immediately and never come back."

Ye Qingming paused for a moment while smoking, and then looked coldly at Yan Xi who was standing up and condescending.

Yan Xi continued: "There will be no next time, Ye Qingming, now I am warning you, don't try to steal my things." Yan Xi's voice was full of oppressive coldness, extremely low, "Some things, you have to If not, even if it is destroyed, it does not belong to you."

Ye Qingming's breathing was heavy, his slender black eyes suppressed fierceness, and the smoke from his thin lips curled up, making it difficult to see his expression clearly, but he could see Ye Qingming's burning He took a small piece of cigarette and broke it in the palm of his hand. He also stood up and said, "Heh... he really is my good brother. Why did I want you to help me chase him..."

At the same time as the voice fell, the smoke in Ye Qingming's hand also fell to the ground.

Ye Qingming in the youthful age was too shy. He liked someone and had a crush on him for several years. He tracked down and collected all the information about the other person, walked the path that the other person walked every day, and drank the wine that the person discarded in the bar. With half a glass of wine, he pretended to be a patient with depression lying on the man's lap to sleep, and finally waited for the news that the man had broken up with his ex. He was so excited that he didn't fall asleep all night, and he took his friend to embolden him to pursue him.

result……

"..." Yan Xi didn't speak, as if he didn't remember it at all.

Ye Qingming wasn't lamenting anything, Yan Xi had changed a lot in these years, and he had naturally changed too, regardless of whether it was good or bad, but in the end someone would pay the price for what happened back then.

The two of them are no longer the friends who talked about everything at the beginning. Both of them have dark eyes hidden in the depths. They turned and left almost at the same time. Under the lens is a cruel dark color that no one can touch.

Yan Xi is familiar with most of the people in the police station. It is unimaginable that he has a good network. No matter who it is, you can't think of it. Therefore, even when he walked out of the prison gate, the guard greeted him. Yan Xi replied Polite nod.

Yan Xi looked at the time and found that it was only a little past ten o'clock, and it would be a while before he returned home at 11:30. He got in the car and drove to the west of the city behind the river.

The wealthy area in the west of the city is where the Yan family is located, with huge lawns and gardens, European-style buildings, a large number of servants and two butlers.

The Yan family is in business, and there are many relatives, but most of them have only interests and no family ties. To the outside world, the Yan family has only one young master, but he rarely appears in the public eye, as if he does not intend to inherit the family business. So for a long time, some people have been speculating about who will be responsible for the Yan family after Old Master Yan dies.

Yan Xi basically came back once a week, took a symbolic look at everyone in the family, and then left again. In his opinion, there is always only one home in him, and it is not here.

The old housekeeper reported to his wife when he saw Yan Xi's car, so Yan Xi was not surprised to see Master Yan and his wife waiting for him in the luxurious hall.

There is nothing to say between them, because of the matter of coming out of the closet, Master Yan has not given Yan Xi a good face for a long time, but Yan Xi has never compromised, so he had to compromise.

When Yan's mother started to ask when she would bring Wan Ling home to have a look, Yan Xi cut off the topic and said to go upstairs to have a look.

Father Yan frowned when he heard this, a little unhappy: "He's busy here, since you don't care about the family's business, don't bother him."

Yan Xi didn't answer, went straight upstairs, finally stopped in front of a double door, stretched out his hand to open it, the dim light inside made Yan Xi squint his eyes, after getting used to it, Yan Xi saw three elite-looking people People stood at a black wooden table and reported work progress one by one.

And behind the black wooden table is a frighteningly handsome young man covered in white, even his hair is white, a pair of light gray eyes are slightly red, and his temperament is full of treacherous aggression and oppression.

The man just glanced at Yan Xi indifferently and continued to ask the three people in front of him to report on their work, with no intention of stopping at all.

Yan Xi closed the door habitually, and said quietly, "Brother...how are you doing recently?"

148. He is sick.

"I can't die." The young man's voice sounded in the huge study room, the words were clear and had an indescribable timbre, full of magnetism, not too big or too small, but it completely overwhelmed the messy voices of other assistants reporting work.

Yan Xi was not surprised to get such an answer. He looked at the 'vampire' who seemed to crawl out of the exquisite medieval picture scroll in front of him, and said in a calm voice: "Since I'm busy, I won't bother you, just want to ask a few questions. It's a small problem." He took a symbolic look at the people who are actually in power now but don't exist in the outside world at all, because of some vague vigilance.

Yan Xi never liked this brother, there is no reason, even if the other party's life is miserable, he has never sympathized with him, he always only thinks about himself.

Yes, Yan Xi knows that she is not as good as she is in front of her lover at home.

His selfishness is hopeless, those generosity and tolerance, smiles and pity, Yan Xi once thought that they would never appear on him, but now he wants to do so.

In the world where Wan Ling subtly blends into Wan Ling's simple warmth but is actually more indifferent than anyone else, Yan Xi plays the role of a perfect lover. Just seeing Tan Lang who is no longer considered by men, he knows that he will not want the same ending.

Yan Xi's sweetness is just right, occasionally jealous, occasionally strong, and occasionally showing weakness, so that men get used to relying on themselves. He knows that it is actually difficult for Wan Ling to have deep feelings for a person. The man who always seduces him has nothing but family members. Don't care, let alone a passerby who is halfway into life.

Yan Xi's heart is very clear, Wan Ling actually doesn't love anyone, he just needs someone to accompany him, this person must first be good to his family, then be happy together, and finally live a normal life.

Even when Wan Ling was with Tan Lang at the beginning, it wasn't because he liked it, but because he was used to it, and he was infected by the other party's affection at that time, so Wan Ling didn't love anyone in the end.

Yan Xi doesn't care about these, as long as he knows that Wan Ling is with him now, his eyes will be brighter than usual when he sees his body, and he will take the initiative to hug him when he is tired. The two of them have done everything that lovers do, It's good to grow old.

There may be many episodes in the middle, but Yan Xi believes that the current self has the ability to protect this seemingly solid but flimsy relationship, just like Tan Lang who always wants to poach the wall and Ye Qingming who wants to burn everything... No one can destroy his love.

This kind of belief in guardianship is especially powerful when there is someone who wants to protect it, and it also makes the knight who guards the person in the center of the tower very sensitive and terrifying to everything.

Therefore, even if the three assistants were suddenly silenced by the pale eyes of the young man behind the black wooden table, Yan Xi remained calm.

The hypocritical face he wears is easy to make people like him. The delicate eyebrows and slightly feminine face make people unforgettable. When he was a child, Yan Xi was really a bit like a girl, indistinguishable between male and female, but now he won't let him Acknowledging his mistake, he sat on the sofa beside the desk to let the three assistants not be too cautious, and his slender hands supported