Divorced, still making trouble?

In the early morning of the next day, the sudden ringing of the mobile phone tore through the silence of the room, and pulled the heavy sleeper on the bed out of his dream like a hypnotist.

Qiu Ye stretched out his arms, touched the cell phone on the bedside table, closed his eyes and didn't look at who was calling, buried his face in the pillow, and said in a muffled voice with the anger of being woken up, "If there is nothing important, I will Screw your head off."

"Hey, young master, are you still sleeping?" Lin Xiurui handed the notebook to the assistant behind him, and said with a smile, "I've finished checking the room."

"You're dead." Qiu Ye said darkly.

"Don't tell me," Lin Xiurui laughed, "I'll make amends to you tomorrow night. I'll call to tell you. I'll fix the place. I'll go to the city hall at eight o'clock in the evening. Don't forget to bring someone over."

"You fucking quarreled with me because of this stupid thing," Qiu Ye hung up the phone angrily, reached out to grab another pillow to cover his head, but unexpectedly caught a ball of fluffy and warm s things.

Qiu Ye's waking up on the roof was immediately overwhelmed by shock, he opened his eyes suddenly, even though he had let go of his hand in a quick reaction, the soft thing still let out a shrill meow, and then He gave Qiu Ye a paw, stepped on his face and flew out with a swish.

Qiu Ye, "..."

He looked at the extra blood marks on his wrists and at the small tail that was hidden under the blanket, and then he remembered that Ji Mingzhe seemed to have brought a cat back last night.

Qiu Ye groped into the bed with his hands, grabbed the little thing that was curled up into a ball, held it in his palm and looked at it for a long time, he was slightly relieved, it seemed that he was not injured at all.

The little puppet nestled in the palm of his hand and stared at him tremblingly.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"No name, I will send it to Compassion in two days and leave it to Xiao Nianqi." A voice said suddenly.

Qiu Ye raised his head, and Ji Mingzhe was standing by the door, he didn't know how long he had been here.

Seeing Qiu Ye looking over, Ji Mingzhe approached and took the cat from him. When he saw the scratch on Qiu Ye's hand, Ji Mingzhe frowned, put down the cat, and said in a deep voice, "It's bleeding."

As he spoke, he lifted the quilt and threw the pajamas to Qiu Ye, "Come down, this one needs to be rinsed with clean water first."

Seeing Ji Mingzhe's furrowed eyebrows, Qiu Ye looked away awkwardly, feeling that he was making a fuss, "It's just such a little blood..."

"The cat hasn't been vaccinated yet." Ji Mingzhe interrupted him.

"Damn?" Qiu Ye's eyes turned cold for a moment, "It hasn't been vaccinated, so you dare to give it to Xiao Nian?"

Ji Mingzhe pursed his lower lip, didn't say anything, he just dragged Qiu Ye to the bathroom, and then turned on the faucet.

"Rinse for 5 minutes, then soap for 10 minutes."

According to Qiu Ye's words, he put his hand under the faucet, and after waiting for enough time, Ji Mingzhe brought the medicine box again, saying that he needed to use iodophor to disinfect it.

"Washing is enough, is it so troublesome?" Qiu Ye became a little irritable when his hand was grabbed.

Ji Mingzhe used tweezers to hold alcohol cotton dipped in iodophor, and wiped Qiu Ye's wound carefully while saying, "I still have to go to the hospital for vaccination."

Qiu Ye clicked his tongue.

"I'll accompany you." Ji Mingzhe said.

The slight coolness of iodophor spread on the skin, Ji Mingzhe lowered his eyes, and when he spoke, his breath brushed over the skin that had been smeared with the medicine, Qiu Ye didn't refute, just looked at the other person's lowered eyes and calm expression, the irritability in his heart deepened for no reason A few points.

"Okay, okay." He withdrew his hand abruptly.

On the way back after being vaccinated, Qiu Ye steered the steering wheel with one hand, put a cigarette on the fully open window with the other, and told Ji Mingzhe that Lin Xiurui had invited them to the birthday party.

Ji Mingzhe was a little surprised at first, then nodded, "I have to work overtime tomorrow, so I might be late."

"Whatever you want." Qiu Ye said.

When he spoke, his tone was a bit aggressive, as if he was suddenly upset for some reason. Ji Mingzhe didn't know where he had offended the other party, so he sat quietly in the co-pilot and didn't speak again.

Qiu Ye himself was also baffled, he was the one who promised Lin Xiurui to take Ji Mingzhe there, and he was also the one who kept holding back his anger when he heard that Ji Mingzhe was going.

The next day, when Ji Mingzhe arrived at the Jindu venue, Lin Xiurui's birthday party had already reached its most lively stage.

He hadn't gone to work for several days. As soon as he arrived at the company today, he was overwhelmed by a huge pile of documents. When he finished his work, it was more than four hours past the off-duty time as he expected.

"I'm here." Outside Jinhui office, Ji Mingzhe called Qiu Ye.

I don't know if it's because of poor signal or other reasons, Qiu Ye's voice was quiet for a few seconds before he said, "The largest private room on the left of the top floor, come in by yourself."

"Hey, is he here?" Lin Xiurui walked to Qiu Ye's side, put his arm around his shoulder and asked.

Qiu Ye suppressed the irritability in his heart, and lazily hummed, "It's downstairs."

"Fuck, I'll pick him up." Lin Xiurui jumped up from the arm of the sofa where he was sitting, winked at everyone, and then rushed out the door.

After a while, he walked in with Ji Mingzhe one after the other.

Lin Xiurui's and Qiu Ye's circle of friends basically overlapped. Ji Mingzhe knew most of the people at his birthday party. When they met, there was no need to introduce them. After saying hello, Ji Mingzhe naturally walked towards Qiu Ye.

But before he took two steps, Lin Xiurui took his arm and said, "There is no seat over there, Mingzhe sits here."

Ji Mingzhe doesn't like to have physical contact with others. He frowned, and cleverly broke away from Lin Xiurui's hand, and said to the small bar, "I'll sit over there."

"Okay, sit wherever you like," Lin Xiurui followed Ji Mingzhe over and poured him a glass of wine himself.

"Thank you, happy birthday." Ji Mingzhe said.

Lin Xiurui clinked glasses with him, and said with a smile, "I'm very happy if you can come."

What he said was rather ambiguous, Ji Mingzhe glanced at Lin Xiurui calmly, the latter was wearing glasses, and the eyes behind the lenses were smiling and staring at him honestly.

Ji Mingzhe immediately understood that what the other party said just now was intentional, not his illusion.