Divorced, still making trouble?

During lunch, Ji Mingzhe still didn't go downstairs.

It was inconvenient for the butler to enter Ji Mingzhe and Qiu Ye's bedroom, so he stood outside and knocked on the door several times, but no one in the room responded.

He was a little anxious, standing at the edge of the table rubbing his hands and looking at Qiu Ye who was drinking soup.

Qiu Ye noticed his gaze, but pretended not to see anything, finished his meal slowly, and then stood up from the chair.

Seeing that he was about to leave, the butler finally couldn't help calling out, "Master Qiu."

Qiu Ye stopped, didn't turn around, but turned his head slightly.

"The young master hasn't gone downstairs since yesterday, and he hasn't eaten. I just went up and called several times, but no one answered. Is he... all right?" the housekeeper asked hesitantly. Knowing that the relationship between Qiu Ye and Ji Mingzhe is really not good.

Qiu Ye often spent time outside, and never had a good look towards Ji Mingzhe. He didn't understand why Ji Mingzhe refused to separate from this person.

I heard that Ji Mingzhe and Qiu Ye were married, but who can be so indifferent to his other half?

"It's something," Qiu Ye said lazily, "Maybe I killed him, didn't you go in and take a look?"

The butler's expression changed instantly. He couldn't tell whether Qiu Ye was joking or serious, and he couldn't care less about the rules. He hurried upstairs to see Ji Mingzhe, but Qiu Ye smiled again, "I'm lying to you." of."

After speaking, he went upstairs by himself.

The butler was worried and followed behind him.

Qiu Ye opened the door of the bedroom. The curtains in the room were not opened, and the light was not very bright. The butler looked over Qiu Ye's shoulder and saw Ji Mingzhe lying motionless on the bed.

His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately walked over to check on Ji Mingzhe's situation, then reached out and touched Ji Mingzhe's forehead, and said in surprise, "It's so hot! Why did it burn like this?"

The temperature of the tentacles does not need to be measured by the forehead thermometer to know that he has a high fever. The housekeeper quickly patted Ji Mingzhe and called him in a low voice. Ji Mingzhe finally woke up from his lethargy.

Excessive sleep made the strength of the whole body seem to be exhausted, and the limbs were sore and painful. When he fell asleep, his consciousness fell into a boundless nightmare. Now that he was separated, Ji Mingzhe felt so tired that he didn't want to move a single finger. .

He lay with his eyes open for a while, and then sat up from the bed with his arms propped up. The butler wanted to reach out to help him, but Ji Mingzhe avoided his touch and shook his head.

"What time is it?" Ji Mingzhe asked hoarsely, he didn't know when he caught a cold, and only when he opened his mouth did he realize that his throat was sore.

"It's already noon." The butler looked tentatively at Qiu Ye and then at Ji Mingzhe, "Master, why don't I call 120 and take you to the hospital? You have a fever."

Ji Mingzhe also looked at Qiu Ye who was standing aside with his hands in his pockets, and said, "No, you go out first."

The butler didn't say anything after hearing that, sighed inwardly, nodded, retreated from the bedroom, and closed the door for the two of them.

When he left, Ji Mingzhe said, "Can you take me to take a shower?"

Qiu Ye leaned against the wall, curled his lips when he heard the words, turned his head to look at Ji Mingzhe and said, "Didn't wake up, are you still dreaming?"

"Tomorrow is the day to visit Xiao Nian." Ji Mingzhe said calmly.

Qiu Ye narrowed his eyes, rubbed the cigarette case with his hand in his pocket, after a while, he clenched the cigarette case heavily into a ball, then walked over and leaned over to hug Ji Mingzhe, looked down at him and said, "Mr. One day, I will kill you with my own hands."

At the beginning, Ji Mingzhe used his brother Qiu Nian as a threat, and after the divorce, he still forcibly trapped him by his side.

Ji Mingzhe didn't respond to his words, but said calmly, "I'll wait."

Since he was going to see Qiu Nian the next day, Qiu Ye couldn't let Ji Mingzhe leave him alone. He carried Ji Mingzhe into the bathroom, put him in the bathtub, and then went out and dialed a number with his mobile phone.

The beep sounded for a long time before the phone was connected.

"Fuck, young master, you are very good at picking your time. You called me when I was running errands. Did you do it on purpose?" A very uncomfortable voice came from the receiver.

Qiu Ye hissed, and said speechlessly, "Lin Xiurui, why are you doing that kind of thing at noon?"

"Well, prostitution in the daytime." The man said in a dragged tone.

"Stop messing around, someone here has a fever and is injured, bring your guy and come and help me take a look."

"Tsk," the voice on the other end of the phone said very dissatisfied, "Can't you die? Can you wait for me to come back at night?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up." Qiu Ye hung up the phone directly.

Putting down his phone, Qiu Ye didn't go back to the bathroom, but went to the terrace to smoke a cigarette, and when Ji Mingzhe called him, he walked over slowly.

"I've finished washing." Ji Mingzhe looked up at Qiu Ye. He was not too weak to take care of himself, but he just wanted Qiu Ye to hug him. The shadows of those nightmares still remained in his mind, and he was very scared.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Qiu Ye looked at Ji Mingzhe condescendingly for a while, then raised his chin, "Low your head, let me see the injury."

Ji Mingzhe was a little surprised, but his face remained calm. He listened to Qiu Ye's words and slightly hooked his neck.

Qiu Ye's fingertips rubbed the back of his head, before Ji Mingzhe could feel anything, Qiu Ye suddenly exerted force and pushed him into the water.

Whether it's posture or strength, Ji Mingzhe is at a disadvantage at the moment, struggling to get away. Nearly 3 minutes later, Qiu Ye pulled him up by grabbing his hair, patted his face and asked, "Do you still dare to walk me?"

Ji Mingzhe pushed his hand away, wiped his face, and didn't speak.

Qiu Ye didn't want his answer either, he directly fished him out of the water, pulled the towel and wiped it twice, then carried him out and put him on the bed.

Just being submerged by Qiu Ye in the water once, Ji Mingzhe didn't make any more requests, just lifted the quilt silently and lay down again.

Qiu Ye didn't leave, he just sat by the bed, playing with his phone.

After a while, the housekeeper brought Lin Xiurui up.

Lin Xiurui is one of Qiu Ye's friends, a surgeon by profession. He came up to see Ji Mingzhe's condition, and then prescribed anti-inflammatory drugs and water for him, and then left the bedroom with Qiu Ye.

"The wound on the back of the head is not inflamed. The fever is caused by a cold. Also," Lin Xiurui glanced at Qiu Ye and said with a smile, "Brother, you are too beastly. You don't let others get sick. Look at the wound on the neck. You gnawed, I'm afraid the body is even more exaggerated, it's a pity, beauties don't let you see, tsk tsk, my heart hurts."

"Distressed?" Qiu Ye looked at him with a half-smile.

"Isn't that right, I feel sorry for all the beauties," Lin Xiurui blinked ambiguously, "It's been so many years, and you haven't gotten tired of it? How about you make a price and give it to your brother?"

Qiu Ye paused. For some reason, the frivolity in Lin Xiurui's words made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he still snorted and said, "If you want it, I'll give it to you."