Divorced, still making trouble?

When Qiu Ye got married, except for a few relatives of his own family, no one else invited him, and the news was not made public.

None of Lin Xiurui's cronies and friends knew that Qiu Ye and Ji Mingzhe were married.

They only knew that Ji Mingzhe had rented at Qiu Ye's house since a long time ago.

For a while, Lin Xiurui wanted to get Ji Mingzhe to play with for a while, and even asked Qiu Ye to lead the line.

But Qiu Ye has a good relationship with Ji Mingzhe and protects him very much. He told Lin Xiurui that Ji Mingzhe is his child bride-in-law and told him to stop thinking about him.

However, something happened to the Qiu family later, and for some reason, the relationship between the two suddenly broke.

In the past few years, Qiu Ye hated Ji Mingzhe more and more.

Because of this, Lin Xiurui didn't have much sense when talking about Ji Mingzhe, and asked very obscenely.

Hearing Qiu Ye's indifferent answer, Lin Xiurui paused, raised his eyebrows and said, "Really?"

He has been thinking about Ji Mingzhe for many years, but now that Qiu Ye has let go, Lin Xiurui will certainly not let go of this opportunity.

"You have to promise, I will transfer the money now and bring people back to me."

"Get out," Qiu Ye smiled, and continued to walk down the stairs lazily, "In a society ruled by law, you still dare to buy and sell big living people?"

Lin Xiurui clicked his tongue, followed behind him and said, "Aren't you reluctant?"

"Is there anything I can't bear?" Qiu Ye raised his eyebrows and raised his chin upstairs, "You can ask him yourself if he is willing to go with you, I won't stop you."

"Okay, I'll set up a drinking party in a few days, you call me over and I'll talk to him." Lin Xiurui said.

Qiu Ye hummed nasally.

After Lin Xiurui left, Qiu Ye didn't go upstairs again, sat down on the sofa in the living room, turned on the TV with a somewhat unsightly expression, and changed the channels randomly, the unhappiness in his heart became more obvious.

"Young Master Qiu, how is the young master? I asked someone to cook some porridge. I wonder if he can eat it now?" The butler came over and asked.

Qiu Ye glanced up at the plate in the housekeeper's hand, and said coldly, "Send it up."

"Wait," when the butler turned to go upstairs, he got up and said, "give me the porridge."

The butler heard that he handed the plate to Qiu Ye, and thought that if Young Master Qiu could take care of the young master, the young master would be happy.

Carrying food to the bedroom, Ji Mingzhe was sitting quietly leaning against the head of the bed, his eyelashes half-down, wondering what he was thinking.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his head and watched Qiu Ye put the dinner plate on the low table not far away, went to fetch a cup of hot water, then walked to the bedside, and hooked his chin with his index and middle fingers.

Qiu Ye looked at Ji Mingzhe, Ji Mingzhe's face was flushed unnaturally at the moment, his dark eyes were also wet from the high fever, and a handful of thin and long eyelashes were tangled together.

Even from the perspective of a hater, Ji Mingzhe's facial features are nothing to be picky about.

He is not the kind of approachable appearance, his eyebrows are very delicate, his lips are slender and red, and his nose bridge is high, but his eyes are slightly sunken, and his eyes are too deep and dark, which makes him a little more serious and abstinent , It also makes him look extraordinarily calm and indifferent - making people want to conquer or smash him.

But now that he was sick, his expression was the same as usual, but the indifference and alienation on his body had weakened a lot, and he still looked a little fragile and attractive.

No wonder Lin Xiurui, who loves this genre, can think about it for so many years.

Of course, Qiu Ye sneered and thought, if the person surnamed Lin knew how rough and active Ji Mingzhe was when he slept with him, I don't know if it would break his fantasy.

"What do you see me doing?" Qiu Ye stared at him for too long, Ji Mingzhe asked.

"The way you look now is more pleasing to the eye," Qiu Ye raised his lips, with a signature malice on his face, he lifted all the quilts from Ji Mingzhe's body, revealing the other's mottled body, slowly frivolously up and down look up.

"Do you want to do it?" Ji Mingzhe watched him slightly separate his legs, and said calmly, "The temperature in the body will be very high if you have a fever, and it will be more comfortable to do it."

Qiu Ye didn't seem to expect that Ji Mingzhe was still thinking about these things when he was ill. He touched Ji Mingzhe's leg, leaned closer and whispered, "Ji Mingzhe, why are you so coquettish? I really underestimated your cheekiness. to an extent."

He said and patted Ji Mingzhe's face, "I was thinking... If I sell you, can I get a good price?"

"Then do you want to do it or not?" Ji Mingzhe didn't know what kind of crazy he was, and looked up at him, "If you don't do it, I want to eat."

Qiu Ye looked at him for a while, then let go of his hands without interest, took the small table board brought by the butler and spread it on the bed, and put the dinner plate on the table.

The next day, Ji Mingzhe's fever subsided and his cold improved a bit. He and Qiu Ye packed up early in the morning and went to Cixin Nursing Home.

They first went to the doctor in charge of Qiu Nian to find out about his recent condition, and then they went outside the activity room under the guidance of the nurse.

"Qiu Nian," the nurse yelled outside first, and when the young man inside who was staring at the TV in a daze slowly turned his head, she then smiled and said, "Your brother is here to see you."

Qiu Nian looked about ten years old, and his appearance was more like his father's. He was not as delicate and ostentatious as Qiu Ye's facial features. He saw Ji Mingzhe and Qiu Ye waiting outside, like a slow-moving robot, and sat for a while before slowing down. Tun Tun walked out.

"Xiao Nian." Qiu Ye stroked his hair.

Qiu Nian ignored him, and looked up at Ji Mingzhe in front of him.

Qiu Ye's eyes were dark, since the accident at home, maybe because Ji Mingzhe took Qiu Nian to escape, Qiu Nian only recognized Ji Mingzhe, and was very resistant to other people's touch.

However, after several years of treatment, his current condition is much better than before. As long as he has enough patience, Qiu Nian will definitely recover in the future. Thinking of this, Qiu Ye finally got a little comfort in his heart.

In order to prevent spreading the cold to others, Ji Mingzhe wore a mask when he came here today. Qiu Nian couldn't see his face, so he reached out to take off his mask.

"Huh?" Ji Mingzhe took his hand, bent slightly, and explained softly, "My brother has a cold, and if he doesn't wear a mask, he will infect you with the virus."

Qiu Nian didn't listen, he couldn't see Ji Mingzhe's face, and his expression immediately became a little anxious.

Ji Mingzhe had no choice but to take off his mask. Qiu Nian's tense state became calm to the naked eye. He raised his other arm and hooked it around Ji Mingzhe's neck. Ji Mingzhe hugged him as he did many times in the past.

But the ten-year-old boy already has some weight, and Ji Mingzhe's body is still very weak. When he picked up Qiu Nian, his feet couldn't help shaking.

Qiu Ye quickly helped him up.

"Thank you." Ji Mingzhe said.

Then he turned to talk to Qiu Nian again, "Are you going to draw later? Then let's find your drawing board, shall we?"

Qiu Nian hugged Ji Mingzhe's neck like a koala and nodded while hanging on his body.

I don't know if it's because of the angle, or the sun that fell on him in the morning was too warm, Qiu Ye saw Ji Mingzhe's eyes slightly bent, and smiled inconspicuously. At that moment, he seemed to be a different person. The oppression and heaviness disappeared, and the corners of the eyes and brows seemed to say that the years are quiet.

Qiu Ye was slightly taken aback, then pursed his lower lip, and opened his eyes.