domineering man

Not surprisingly, when the news of Yinsu's disfigurement spread, many people wanted to sneak in and take some photos.

Zhao Qian, who was already worried, was annoyed by being teased, so he asked the bodyguards to guard the door. If someone made a loud noise or wanted to force his way in, he didn't have to give face, just threw it out.

When Zhao Xun learned about this, he made a special trip to the hospital.

He didn't say anything, but just patted Zhao Qian's head to give him some comfort.

This picture was captured by the dormant paparazzi.

People outside know that the Zhao family is serious about Yinsu.

The night was silent and there were only a few dim lights in the hospital flickering.

Yin Su opened his eyes, Zhao Qian was fast asleep next to him, and the blue shadow in front of him revealed his exhaustion.

He got off the bed with bare feet, looked at himself covered with white gauze in the mirror, hooked his fingertips, and the gauze slipped off his face.

At the same time, there were pieces of black scabs that fell off, like hard shells that had faded away.

The skin of the person in the mirror is as pale as snow, the lips are red unlike ordinary people, and the eyebrows and eyes are exquisite, as if carved by a skilled craftsman.

But the most eye-catching is the pair of silver-gray eyes, cold and holy, noble and elegant.

He looked at his long black and white hair, his eyelashes trembled, and those eyes became as deep and dark as night again.

"Um……"

A cry came from behind, and Zhao Qian, who was sleeping uncomfortably, turned over and frowned.

He didn't know what dream he had, he trembled all over, and almost fell off the bed, but his eyes happened to be facing the sharp corner of the table.

At the moment of falling, Yin Su, who was far away in the bathroom, was already in front of Zhao Qian in the blink of an eye. He held Zhao Qian's waist with one hand and covered the corner of the table with the other.

Zhao Qian opened his eyes in bewilderment, the long hair hanging down on his face was a little itchy, he scratched his face, and subconsciously muttered: "Baby..."

"Go to sleep..."

Yin Su covered his eyes, and with a light tap of his finger, Zhao Qian's breathing gradually became calm.

The wound on the palm of the hand that was knocked out by the corner of the table is healing to the extent visible to the naked eye.

Yin Su looked out the window at the moon covered by dark clouds, and he knew that he was gradually returning to his original appearance, and was also gradually dying.

Zhao Qian on the bed smacked his lips and opened a slight arc, probably having a good dream.

Yinsu asked to be discharged from the hospital the next day.

Neither Zhao Qian nor the doctor agreed, but he insisted on leaving.

Before leaving, the doctor kindly suggested: "The recent plastic surgery technology is very mature. Although you can't restore your original appearance, at least you can be like a normal person."

Seeing the regret in the doctor's eyes, he smiled without saying a word.

The reporters who had been guarding outside the hospital saw Yin Su coming out with gauze wrapped around his face, and immediately swarmed over.

"Mr. Yin, I heard that your face will become deformed. Is it true?"

"Will you consider plastic surgery in the future?"

"When are you going to announce your withdrawal from the circle?"

"Please respond, what do you think about Quyang throwing sulfuric acid on you?"

Yin Su paused, and looked at the woman who squeezed in front of him through the slit left by the gauze.

He bent down and grabbed the microphone in the woman's hand, his voice came like a breeze.

"What are you talking about, what sulfuric acid, I don't understand."

The clear and pleasant voice made the female reporter blush a little. The man's long hair reached the back of her hand. When she raised her eyes, she could see the man's slender neck and his collarbone.

A cold snort woke up the female reporter, and Zhao Qian looked at her coldly from behind Yin Su.

The female reporter regained her professionalism as a reporter, and asked: "So, Mr. Yin's face is not disfigured? Then why are you wrapped in gauze? The outside world knows that Mr. Yin and Xiao Zhao are always different. As for the vulgar relationship, what will Mr. Zhao do with Qu Yang?"

It's just a pity that in the crowded third and outer floors, the thin female reporter was quickly squeezed out, and more sharp questions were mixed in the noisy voice.

"Has Mr. Yin seen his face? Will he be afraid at night?"

"I don't know if this kind of incident has caused any psychological harm to Mr. Yin."

"Is Mr. Yin worried that Mr. Zhao will abandon you?"

The paparazzi's instinct to get hot news makes them rush forward regardless of danger.

Zhao Qian's bodyguards protected the two of them, but it was still difficult to move because of the congestion.

Yin Su's eyes were black and clear. He raised his hand and put his arms around Zhao Qian's waist.

In the crowded crowd, he walked out with steady steps.

When the reporters came back to their senses, they found that Yin Su and Zhao Qian had already boarded the car and left.

They were a little dazed for a moment. Just now, they seemed to be pushed aside suddenly, and unknowingly made way for the middle.

The blushing female reporter looked at the exhaust of the car and sighed.

"It's a pity for such a face."

Before that, she was also a fan of Yinsu.

The driver was Wu Mingyuan, and his face, which was already vicissitudes, seemed to have aged ten years in an instant in just a few days.

He kept looking at Yin Su through the rearview mirror, but he pursed his lips and did not say a word.

"I'm sorry, being your artiste didn't bring you anything."

Yin Su spoke first.

Except for one movie and one TV series, he has no job so far, so as his manager, Wu Mingyuan's income can be imagined.

"No... Don't worry, I get a monthly salary."

Zhao Qian gave him a very high monthly salary, so he never bothered about Yinsu's work frequency.

Yin Su looked at the person next to him who had been silent since getting in the car, and found that the other person raised his proud little chin.

His eyes were slightly curved, and the corners of his mouth hidden in the gauze curled up quietly.

"You... what will you do next?"

In fact, Wu Mingyuan shouldn't have asked this question, but he was always worried for no reason.

"Zhao Qian..."

"Ok?"

Zhao Qian turned to look at him.

It's just that he didn't speak.

After the air was quiet for a while, Wu Mingyuan and Zhao Qiancai realized at the same time that Yin Su was answering Wu Mingyuan's question.

What should you do next.

Zhao Qian...

Yinsu's future is in Zhao Qian's hands.

Zhao Qian's heart was soft and hot, and he wiped the sweat of his palms on his trouser legs uneasily, blushing, as if making a promise to propose marriage, excited and shy, but extremely solemn.

"Baby, you... Don't worry, I will support you in the future, I will take care of you when you are sick, I will comfort you when you are unhappy, I will give you whatever you want, as long as you are happy, you are safe, I...I would do anything."

After saying this, Zhao Qian straightened his back, put his hands flat on his knees, and his tomato-like face was as serious as a man of his age should be.

His stiff body showed his nervousness.

Yin Su, who was beside him, sighed, and Zhao Qian's heart seemed to be clenched in an instant.

"What do you want me to do?"

A whisper so light that the wind can blow it away, with a sigh, and a gentleness that can drown people.

Zhao Qian's heart sank steadily, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at Wu Mingyuan who was peeking in the front row from the corner of his eye, and lying next to Yin Su's ear, he whispered to him, "You don't have to do anything. , I will be responsible for everything about you, you are mine, and I am yours."

Yin Su's dark eyes sparkled, his cold hands stroked Zhao Qian's neck, and his fingertips traced his pulse.

Feeling the beating full of vitality, he let out a sigh in his heart.

"it is good……"

he heard him reply.

Wu Mingyuan in the front row touched his ear with his hand.

Strange, why did his ears ring just now, so he couldn't hear anything.

Back at the Bauhinia Garden, I found that Xiao Liu was wearing glasses and rolled up his cuffs, looking like a gentle scum, but his trouser legs were stepping on the ground and watering Chinese cabbage.

Seeing them coming back, Xiao Liu straightened up, still with that expressionless and indifferent face.

"came back……"

When Zhao Qian heard Xiao Liu's greeting, his eyes widened, and he rushed over at a trot.

Xiao Liu stood still.

Until Zhao Qian pointed at his nose and shouted loudly: "Why is there a piece of cabbage missing in my house!"

Xiao Liu pushed his glasses calmly, without the slightest ups and downs in his tone.

"Your brother likes it, so he took it away."

Zhao Qian's arrogance was instantly extinguished, he moaned and said dryly, "Oh...I mean why didn't he take two more."

Xiao Liu stared at him, his lips moved slightly.

"Suits are expensive..."

Two can't hold it.

Yin Su behind him looked amused. It was hard for him to imagine how the stern-faced Mr. Zhao carried the Chinese cabbage away in an expensive suit.

Seeing that they had come back, Xiao Liu put down his things, patted his sleeves, and said, "I'm going to leave first if I have nothing to do, you guys have a good rest."

After finishing speaking, he bent down again, pulled out two Chinese cabbages very skillfully, and walked past Zhao Qian with a calm expression.

Zhao Qian shook his hands and opened his mouth for a long time without saying a word.

When Xiao Liu was leaving the gate of the courtyard, he turned his head and smiled.

"It's okay, my suit is cheap."

When Xiao Liu's figure disappeared, he heard voices fading away from outside again.

"Don't forget to come back for dinner tomorrow."

Zhao Qian was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that it was already the anniversary of his parents' death.

Zhao Qian wanted to be close to Yinsu at night, but he was afraid of hurting him.

As usual, Yin Su held his face and pressed a kiss between his brows.

"Good night, Zhao Qian."

After this incident, even a light kiss is extremely precious.

Zhao Qian wanted to touch Yin Su's face, but when his fingertips touched the gauze, he shrank back as if he had been scalded.

He was afraid of hurting Yin Su.

The last lights were also extinguished.

Zhao Qian rubbed against him, shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm, and leaned his thigh close as if it wasn't enough.

The two of them are like Siamese twins at the moment.

"Baby, why do you have more gray hair?"

When he was in the hospital, Zhao Qian saw that Yin Su's long black hair was mixed with conspicuous white.

Yin Su casually asked: "Isn't it pretty..."

Zhao Qian didn't speak, he felt his long hair being held by Zhao Qian.

"It's very special, the hair is white, but the person looks so good..."

The words stopped abruptly.

In Zhao Qian's perception, Yin Su's face had been ruined.

In the darkness, he raised his lips slightly and said softly, "Tomorrow, I want to visit Quyang."

The person next to him paused for breath, and his long hair was tightened by unknown force.

Even though Zhao Qian was unhappy, he still arranged for him to meet Qu Yang alone.

When leaving, Zhao Qian's vicious eyes did not leave Qu Yang's body.

But I haven't seen him for a few days, and Qu Yang has long faded his brilliance as a star. At this moment, he is dejected and numb, and his whole body exudes a gloomy aura.

Seeing his face wrapped in gauze, Qu Yang grinned happily.

"It's a pity, Mr. Zhao hasn't abandoned you yet, but it's coming soon. After all, even pity will be exhausted one day."

He let out a chuckle.

His pale and slender fingertips snapped, and a string of sparks exploded from the surveillance equipment in the corner.

Qu Yang was surprised, and there was a trace of uneasiness in his dark eyes.

"I didn't want to argue with a little thing like you."

His thin lips parted slightly, and the gauze on his face spread out out of thin air, revealing his delicate eyebrows and eyes from top to bottom, his tall nose bridge and thin red lips, his pale face was serious and unsmiling, and those eyes that could overlook all the darkness seemed to come from Death from hell.

Qu Yang has become dull.

Then he slammed the table, and the locks on his hands collided with the table.

He shouted sharply: "Impossible!"

Yin Su looked at Qu Yang's ugly state on the verge of collapse.

His fingertips scratched his neck, and a bloody trail separated his head from his neck.

The voice seemed cold and mysterious from another world.

"I will never die."

In an instant, the trace disappeared, and Yinsu was still intact.

"Impossible! Impossible!"

Qu Yang gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, he bent his back, with vigilance, fear, and already distorted ugliness.

Looking at Qu Yang's crazy look, Yin Su's eyes were calm and unwavering.

His fingertips tapped lightly on the void, as if even time could be stopped. At that moment, his silver-white hair shone with light.

"Go, sleep well, wake up, and you'll forget who you are."

Qu Yang, who was going mad, suddenly knelt down on the ground with a plop, his eyes tilted and his head tilted, saliva slipping from the corner of his mouth.

Yin Su didn't have a trace of compassion.

Anyone who can do such evil deeds should be punished accordingly.

Although the affairs of the living were out of his hands, he was offended.

Zhao Qian waited anxiously outside, and was relieved to see him come out intact, but that look was a bit awkward.

After getting in the car and leaving, Zhao Qian gritted his teeth and said, "I must make him pay the price!"

His eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Because the next day was the death day of Zhao Qian's parents, Zhao Qian had to go home at night.

But he didn't want to be separated from Yin Su, so he simply took Yin Su with him.

The solemn and old old house is cold and desolate, even if the lights inside are bright, it is difficult to get rid of the loneliness that seems to be forgotten by the world.

There were several expensive luxury cars parked outside, and he was instantly separated from the atmosphere of the old house.

Pushing open the door, the men and women who were standing or sitting inside cast their gazes over one after another. The indifference and indifference on their faces changed into polite and skilled smiles almost instantly.

"Zhao Qian is back..."

"Why is it so late, is the company too busy recently?"

"I told you not to suffer so much. You are not willing to ask your cousin to help you."

"You are still young now, it's okay to play more, there is no need to be so serious."

The blunt and false greetings made the bright hall dark and dark.

Yin Su could see that the malice in everyone's heart was densely mixed together like a sticky black mist.

Zhao Qian didn't speak, the face that was always smiling as bright as the sun became arrogant and indifferent.

"what!"

Suddenly a low cry broke the weird atmosphere.

Someone next to him gave the girl a sideways look, signaling her to keep silent.

The girl whispered: "I recognize that person, he is Yinsu."

At this time, some people looked at the tall and somewhat outstanding Yin Su one after another.

They just took it as a lowly assistant.

"Who is Yinsu?"

someone asked.

"Yin Su is a young star who came out recently. He looks very good-looking, much better than the model that my brother took out to play last time. It's just a pity that he was disfigured two days ago. It is said... he and Zhao Qiantang It's that kind of relationship."

The girl's voice was not too loud, and everyone who gathered together could hear it very clearly.

The expressions on their faces changed again, the smiles faded a bit, the superficial kindness mixed with a little disdain, and a bit of deep thinking.

Yinju found it very interesting.

Because now he can see people more thoroughly, but he is not as lifeless as before, because these people have an inseparable relationship with Zhao Qian, and Zhao Qian and him...

There were two people walking upstairs and downstairs, and all voices fell silent almost instantly.

Zhao Xun was wearing a straight black suit, and the jet-black color was more solemn than ever.

Liu Chengan beside him stood shoulder to shoulder with him, also wearing a black formal suit.

The moment Zhao Xun came out, the silent oppression squeezed everyone's nerves.

"Sit down..."

A sentence as cold as ice.

Those men, women, and even the middle-aged elders found their place in an orderly manner without saying a word.

Everyone's status is very obvious.

It's just embarrassing that the extra Yin Su didn't know that he would come at first, so he didn't arrange his place.

Zhao Xun beckoned, and the butler clearly moved a chair. Interestingly, the chair was placed next to Zhao Qian.

From this point of view, his status is much higher than those of his close relatives.

Some people couldn't hold back their face, so they said calmly: "I don't know who this gentleman is, I have never seen it before, and I won't introduce it when I come to our house for the first time."

He is the second uncle of the two brothers Zhao Zhai, who is the closest elder in the blood relationship after their deceased parents.

Zhao Xun's hand moved, and Xiao Liu next to him glanced lightly at Zhao Qian, and said flatly, "Zhao Qian, why are you so rude, you don't even know how to introduce him when you bring him back."

Zhao Qian stood up, looked down at the eyes that were looking over, and said, "My man, Yin Su."

Someone inside asked knowingly: "I don't know what's wrong with this Mr. Yin, why is gauze wrapped around his face."

Zhao Qian's face sank, and cold sweat began to break out physiologically from the palms of his hands propped on the table.

Yin Su knocked on the table, put his hand on the back of Zhao Qian's, inserted his fingertips between his fingers, and said calmly: "There was an accident a few days ago, I'm afraid it will disturb everyone's appetite."

"Hahaha, we haven't seen any scenes before, you..."

The young man smiled and wanted to say something, but the middle-aged man next to him stabbed his arm.

Only then did he notice that Zhao Qian looked at him with gloomy and scary eyes.

"Open the table..."

Zhao Xun said coldly, and all the exquisite dishes were placed on the table.

Yin Su looked over and sighed very lightly.

Zhao Qian understood that there is no hoof that Yinsu likes to eat here.

He grabbed his hand and squeezed it, and said in a low voice, "I'll make it for you when I go back tonight."

Yin Su nodded, raised his hand and bit his lips.

Zhao Qian secretly glanced at Zhao Xun, and moved his body uneasily, his face that was originally full of haze turned red in an instant.

The meal was eaten in silence, and everyone only moved their chopsticks slightly before sitting still.

Those pairs of eyes wandering around and the occasional staring at each other all showed that they came here not for this meal in the first place.

Even on New Year's Eve these people won't gather here.

It was only on the first day of Zhao Qian's parents' death day that these people could find a suitable reason to return to the old house.

After so many years, this day has become everyone's default family meeting.

Zhao Sacrifice wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully, took a sip of tea slowly, and then opened his mouth under the attention of everyone: "Let's talk..."

Zhao Qian leaned back against the chair, and played with Yin Su's yingbairuyu fingertips.

The annual profit-making meeting is about to begin.

"Recently Wenhua's company has some problems. Look, can we share some profits from the head office for Wenhua's turnover."

"You can't say that. Since Wenhua already has his own independent business, whether it runs well or not is his own business. We, Wenzong, haven't found a job yet. If it's Zhao's family, they will be laughed to death by others. In my opinion, we should first arrange our Wenzong to do an internship for a period of time.”

As soon as the second uncle's family spoke, the younger uncle's family couldn't wait to mention their son.

All the properties of the Zhao family are in the hands of Zhao Yi alone, and now he is the absolute ruler of the Zhao family.

Zhao Xun didn't speak, but Xiao Liu next to him stretched out his fingers and wiped the corner of his mouth. He looked sideways, and there was a little oily light on Xiao Liu's fingertips. Then, Xiao Liu put the oily light into his mouth. There was a flash of light and playfulness in his eyes.

And those who are thinking about it are still arguing.

Amidst the twittering, the youngest daughter of the second uncle's family, Zhao Wenya, said aggrievedly: "The ladies from other families already have suitable fiancés, but now I haven't even gotten in touch with a man of the right age."

Zhao Zhai's eyes moved, and he asked in a cold voice, "Birthday..."

Zhao Wenya replied blankly: "November NO.30."

Xiao Liu next to him answered, "No. 30 will hold a birthday party for you on November [-], and we will find a suitable marriage partner for you then."

That's how it was settled.

The rest of the people who were still arguing immediately froze, and then yelled unwillingly.

"What about my Wenhua's company?"

"Wen Zong doesn't have a suitable job position yet, so we can't let him go out and be laughed at."

Only one matter will be handled for them in a year, which is the rule that Zhao Xun has set long ago.

The finalization of Zhao Wenya's matter meant that at least until this time next year, Zhao Sacrifice would not intervene in any other matters.

"Isn't your brother's company more important than yours?"

The second aunt looked angrily at Zhao Wenya who was too afraid to speak.

Even though she felt a thousand times wronged in her heart, she did not dare to disobey her parents.

But fortunately, now Zhao Yi is willing to help her prepare, and when she finds a suitable marriage partner, she will be able to leave this weird and heavy family.

Yin Su looked at the jealousy and insidiousness that were about to burst out of those people's eyes, and when Zhao Xun's sight was about to sweep over, he suppressed the darkness hidden in the deepest part.

Like a dormant beast.

He held Zhao Qian's hand tightly.

Those people will do it sooner or later.

When the muddy, dirty swamp starts to boil, it's time to blow up the entire forest.

The solid and heavy trees cannot be shaken, and the saplings that are still growing will become the target.

"Honey, I'll show you my room."

Zhao Qian pulled him, his eyes were too bright without the slightest haze.

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