虐渣男从 现在 开始

In the huge and luxurious box, piercing music sounded hollowly.

Ye Ting went to a toilet and came back, opened the door, and saw Xiao Ye holding a wine bottle, took a sip, then his face sank, panting like an angry beast.

"Hey, Xiao, don't be so aggressive." Ye Ting was in a hurry, and snatched the wine bottle from his hand, "It's not like you use wine to get rid of your sorrows, so take it easy."

Xiao Ye glanced at him, and smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled: "What's the matter? Anyway, no matter how fierce he is, Zhao Xianghai won't take a look...

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Ye Ting frowned and handed him the bottle, and sat beside him: "I said, are you really in such a bad mood?"

Xiao Ye's movements paused, his eyes drifted to an unknown place, and his Adam's apple rolled slowly.

He didn't know why he was so upset.

Emotionally, he has always been a rough nerve.

He puts a lot of energy into his work. As for things like feelings, they have never been the focus and focus of his life.

In the past seven years, he and Zhao Xianghai got along very well, and his life was very comfortable, so comfortable that sometimes, he could ignore the existence of some things and take everything for granted.

Ever since Zhao Xianghai found out about his ambiguous affair with Fu Zhouming, everything has changed.

Not being able to eat the food cooked by Zhao Xianghai, not being able to live a life under the care of Zhao Xianghai, these are the next.

The most important thing was that he no longer felt the slightest concern or enthusiasm from that person for him.

Before, he always thought that he and Zhao Xianghai would always live in harmony and continue to do so.But he didn't expect that after seven years, the situation would turn around abruptly.

There seemed to be a huge glass wall between them.

He could see Zhao Xianghai, but no matter how he yelled or roared, Zhao Xianghai just kept silent and was no longer willing to respond to him.He could see Zhao Xianghai, but he couldn't touch him no matter what.

He tried all kinds of methods, finding someone to stimulate him, plotting to force him, and bowing his head to apologize to him, but none of these methods could break the glass wall. He could only watch Zhao Xianghai's attitude become more and more alienated. Down, walk away slowly, without looking back.

Holding the wine bottle, Xiao Ye viciously downed it.

The spicy and stimulating wine spreads in the stomach and intestines.

If he had known that today would become like this, at the beginning, even if he died, he would not have any contact with Fu Zhouming, and even if he died, he would not have any troublesome ambiguity with others.

"Brother," Ye Ting patted Xiao Ye's shoulder worriedly, "Don't worry too much, and don't think too much, what's the use of thinking too much now?"

Xiao Ye snorted twice, his eyes were already stained with a bit of drunkenness.

Ye Ting shook his head, hesitated for a while, and whispered in his ear, "I found something for you, why don't you take a look first?"

Xiao Ye's slender and strong legs were placed casually, and his expression was also extraordinarily casual: "What is it?"

Ye Ting rang the service bell, and a middle-aged man walked in: "Young Master Xiao, Young Master Ye, what do you two need?"

"What about the goods?" Ye Ting tapped his finger, "Bring it in and have a look."

The middle-aged man nodded knowingly, opened the door and walked out.

Not long after, several young, handsome and refreshing boys walked into the box, stood in front of Xiao Ye and Ye Ting, and bowed.Before Xiao Ye could react, Ye Ting clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, and said to the middle-aged man with a flattering smile: "Who the hell asked you to bring these? Let them go out, and you were told before." Those specially prepared, bring them in."

The middle-aged man suddenly realized, and drove these boys out with a cold sweat.

Xiao Ye was panting, the door was pushed open again, and several men walked in.

These men are all well-dressed, their leather shoes are shiny, and they are in good shape.All of them dressed up deliberately, showing a bit of elite style and mature ignorance, and one of them even wore gold-rimmed glasses.

Xiao Ye frowned, squinted his eyes and looked at Ye Ting: "What do you mean?"

"I'll make fun of you and relax," Ye Ting shrugged, "The Lord won't talk to you now anyway, since you're so uncomfortable, why don't you find a replacement, a high-quality imitation, to relieve it."

As he said that, Ye Ting waved to the man wearing the gold-rimmed glasses: "You, come here and pour wine for President Xiao."

The man came over in a panic, knelt obediently in front of Xiao Ye, poured a glass of wine and handed it over: "Mr. Xiao."

Xiao Ye didn't take the wine glass, but looked at the man coldly.

The man was kneeling on the ground wearing suit pants. It had been a long time since Mr. Xiao responded. He put the wine glass aside in embarrassment, raised his eyes and asked, "Is Mr. Xiao unhappy?" man's jaw, forcing him to lift his head.

It does look a bit like Zhao Xianghai.

The eyes, eyebrows, and face shape are all similar.

This man even got a pair of glasses similar to Zhao Xianghai's and a similar hairstyle.

But no matter how hard he tried, Xiao Ye could instantly tell that this person was not Zhao Xianghai, and the difference was huge.

The man gulped, then took a deep breath: "President Xiao, don't be angry, as long as you're happy, you can play however you want."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and touched Xiao Ye's belt buckle, wanting to untie it for him.

Xiao Ye frowned suddenly, and opened his hand in disgust: "Get out."

Ye Ting next to him raised his eyebrows: "Xiao, don't you like it?"

"Don't do that," Xiao Ye stood up holding a bottle of wine, "I don't want anyone else."

What's more, for a handsome and powerful man like Zhao Xianghai, his brother Hai, how could such a guy be able to replace him?

Xiao Ye ignored these men standing waiting for him to choose, and walked out of the box with a cold face, walked to a window, faced Night Breeze, and took a sip of wine.

For his heart disease, only Zhao Xianghai is the antidote.

No one can replace it.