Wife, he's cute and sweet

The heating in the car had already stopped, and the whole space became even more silent.

Xiao Chen hadn't gotten out of the car yet, he didn't dare to make any noise in such an atmosphere.

Although he didn't turn around to see what happened behind with his own eyes, the crisp voice just now knew what it meant without looking.

He almost gasped when he realized that the person who was beaten was He Jue.

Before today, he would never have imagined that someone would do such a thing to He Jue.

No one dared.

No one can do it.

While being shocked, he couldn't help but worry about that young master of the Ye family, the little guy looked so fragile and petite, He Jue could make his life worse than death with just one finger.

How dare he do what he did just now, no matter how arrogant he is, he shouldn't be so reckless.

It's like plucking the hair off a tiger's head.

The air stagnated for a long time, and Ye Xueli also slowly woke up from the mist that had just woken up. He saw Hejue lying on top of him. His tall and strong body blocked most of the light from the roof of the car, and he was completely enveloped by him. In the shadows below.

At this moment, Hejue tilted his head halfway, the light hit half of his cheeks, the outline was deep and clear, but the few clear and red finger marks on it completely destroyed this beauty.

Ye Xueli looked at those glaring finger prints, then glanced sideways at her hand that was still raised in the air, and realized in a daze what exactly he did just now.

"husband?"

Ye Xueli's voice was trembling, she could hear panic and fear: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry, did I hurt you..."

He wanted to touch He Jue's face, but just as he stretched out his hand, his wrist was grabbed.

The man's dark eyebrows looked over, his pupils trembled slightly, and the red blood inside was clearly visible, like a beast struggling to suppress its pain.

He didn't speak to Ye Xueli, but took another deep look at him, and then simply let go and pulled away.

"Xiao Chen."

Xiao Chen has been watching the situation behind with bated breath, and immediately responded: "Boss."

"Send him in."

Xiao Chen glanced back in surprise, but didn't dare to say more, pushed the door to get out of the car, went out and opened the rear door, and looked at Ye Xueli inside.

"Master Ye, let me take you in."

Ye Xueli obviously didn't want to go down, he still wanted to talk to Hejue, and he wanted to apologize and explain to him, but Hejue's figure sitting there was as cold as a sculpture, and his expressionless expression was scary, so he didn't want to. Don't dare to rush over to act like a baby with him like before.

Xiao Chen urged again from outside: "Master Ye, you'd better come down quickly."

The current Hejue is full of icy aura that makes people dare not approach him. If he chooses to obey him, at least there is still room for change, but if he continues to dawdle, he will really anger Hejue. At that time, this delicate young master will not know What kind of harm will be suffered.

Ye Xueli sniffed, feeling uncomfortable, but could only get out of the car first.

Xiao Chen closed the car door and looked down at him: "Master Ye, it's getting late, I'll take you in."

Ye Xueli's eyes were red, as if she was about to cry at any moment, he looked at Xiao Chen anxiously: "Xiao Chen, did I offend my husband, did I do something wrong, I wanted to apologize to my husband, but he didn't listen Let me tell you, I really didn't hit him on purpose just now, I was just dreaming, and when I woke up suddenly, I was frightened by my husband's eyes, so I hit him subconsciously, I really didn't mean to..."

Looking at Ye Xueli's eagerness to explain, Xiao Chen could see that he was really flustered and his words were incoherent, so he sighed in his heart: "Master Ye, it's okay, the boss usually loves you so much, he won't treat you just because of this." It's just that he may need to calm down for a while now."

Xiao Chen tried his best to comfort him with a gentle tone, but it didn't seem to work, Ye Xueli's face was still pale and bloodless.

Xiao Chen wanted to say something more, but the sound of a car starting came from behind him. The two of them looked back together, and the black phantom that was parked beside them just now was slowly driving towards the gate of the courtyard.

The elegant and smooth lines of the car body quickly disappeared from their sight. Xiao Chen said in his heart that it was terrible, and looked down. Ye Xueli, who was standing beside him, turned even paler. He stared blankly at the direction in which the car disappeared. His body stood in the cool autumn night, looking fragile and crumbling.

He has some headaches, coaxing people is really not his strong point, the boss really left a hot potato in his hands.

"Master Ye, it's cold outside, you'd better go in quickly."

The young master looked squeamish, and he would have a headache and fever after a while, and he couldn't explain it to the boss.

Ye Xueli looked towards the door for a long time, the long hair behind her was disheveled by the wind, Xiao Chen noticed that he was crying all the time.

With such big eyes, she cried silently, and her pretty face was soaked red with tears. When the wind blew, only dry tears were left, but they were soon covered by fresh tears again.

It's so pitiful, Xiao Chen couldn't stand it anymore, and reached out to pat his thin shoulder: "Master Ye, let's go in."

Ye Xueli didn't sleep very well that night, she was dreaming all the time, there was everything in the dream, even Ye Mingcheng and his mother who had been dead for many years appeared after a long absence, but no matter what the dream was, who was the face in the dream, the last At the end, it was all about He Jue, and his pair of dull eyes, which suppressed such a heavy pain.

Ye Xueli woke up covered in sweat.

"Master Xue, you are awake. How do you feel? Does your head still hurt? Is there any other discomfort..."

A familiar voice kept chattering in her ears, Ye Xueli turned her head with difficulty, and saw Wu Ma's anxious and worried face.

Only then did he realize that his eyes were scarlet red, and the sockets of his eyes were so hot that tears would immediately roll down his eyes as soon as he rolled them.

He wanted to speak, but his throat was dry and sore. Wu Ma seemed to know what he wanted to do, and hurriedly stood up: "Master Xue, you have a high fever, and the fever has burned out in the middle of the night, and the inflammation has burned out. Your throat hurts now, right? Don’t force yourself if you can’t speak, what do you want, do you want to drink water, Mama Wu will pour it for you.”

Ye Xueli looked at her concerned eyes, so gentle and loving, it reminded him of the mother he saw in his dream just now. He remembered that when he was very young, his health was always poor and he was always sick. At that time, his family was very poor. , It costs a lot of money to go to the hospital, even so, my mother never complained.

Every time he was sick, he would stay by his bed, wipe his body with a hot towel, hold his hand and tell him stories, and if it was winter, he would peel oranges for him to eat.

On such a cold day, there was no heating in the rental house they lived in, so my mother put the cold oranges under the clothes to warm him up, and then peeled them and fed them to his mouth.

His mouth after taking the medicine always had a bitter taste, but after eating oranges, his mouth would become sweet, and he couldn't help but smack his mouth to savor it all day long.

So much so that in the next year and year after year, it was so long that he almost forgot his mother's appearance, but he still remembered the sweet orange fragrance.

Later, he was picked up by the Ye family. He saw Ye Mingcheng, the tall middle-aged man who looked like a big tree to him. He squatted down and hugged himself, saying that his mother had died of illness. take care.

That was the first time Ye Xueli met her biological father.

It was the first time he was called by his nickname, Xiao Xueer, by someone other than his mother.

He was less than five years old that year.

That night, he hugged the only photo left by his mother and cried all night in the empty and gorgeous bedroom. He missed his dead mother.

However, he only slept in this gorgeous and beautiful big room for two nights. On the third morning, an aunt rushed in, dragged him off the big soft bed, and threw him hard on the ground.

He was still so small, with a soft body, wearing short-sleeved shorts, and his exposed arms and calves looked like white lotus root parts. Now these lotus root parts were about to break, and he was pointed at his nose by that beautiful aunt and yelled at him. .

The words he scolded were all words he hadn't heard before, but seeing her ferocious expression and her red mouth opened wide, Ye Xueli knew that those words must be difficult to hear, but fortunately he didn't understand at all at that time.

After a while, Ye Mingcheng also ran in. He wanted to take that aunt away, but he was slapped hard on the face by the aunt. In Ye Xueli's eyes, the tall man who looked like a big tree was slapped. He just kept bowing his head to admit his mistake, and kept hugging her and saying nice things to make her happy.

Ye Xueli didn't want to see his father so low-key, endured the pain that his bones were about to fall apart, got up from the ground, and apologized to the aunt in a childish voice.

He didn't know what he did wrong, but he kept saying sorry.

Later, the aunt was taken out by his father, and after a long time, Ye Mingcheng opened the door again and walked in. He looked sad, his eyes were red, he squatted down and hugged him gently for a while, and said, "Xiaoxue, Dad, I'm sorry .”

Ye Xueli was sent to that basement that night, the basement where he had been staying for more than ten years.

There is a brother who is a few years older than him who will come down to deliver meals to him. That brother is tall and thin, with a pale complexion and looks weak, but he is good-looking. He said his name is Chu Lian. Take care of him.

Ye Xueli gradually got to know him well, so she called him Lianlian.

He was still so young at that time, his arms and legs were thin and thin, and he couldn't even wear clothes well, so Lian Lian brought a very simple T-shirt and said that it would be fine if he just put it on over his head, and he couldn't wear it anyway. If you don't go, you don't even need to wear pants.

Lianlian would touch his hair and said it was so soft, you look like a doll, and you would be beautiful if you had long hair.

Lianlian also told him, you have to be obedient and obedient, so that everyone will like you and let you stay and give you food and clothing.

Ye Xueli memorized every sentence, he had to be good, so that he would be liked by others, and he had to grow his hair long, because Lian Lian said he was very beautiful.

He lived like that for more than ten years, such a long ten years, he only had Lianlian, who could talk to him, teach him numbers, wash his hair, and accompany him to grow up.

He thought he was going to live like this for the rest of his life, until one day Lianlian told him that he would take him out of the basement.

He was sent to another more beautiful and luxurious mansion, which was like a palace written in a book, many times bigger than Ye's house.

Before coming here, Ye Xueli hugged him, and Ye Xueli felt that the clothes on her shoulders were wet a lot.

Lianlian cried in front of him for the first time.

Ye Xueli didn't know why he was crying, she could finally come out of the basement, he should be happy for him.

On the night of his wedding, he saw He Jue for the first time, such a tall and stalwart man, he looked at him with fierce and cold eyes.

Ye Xueli looked at him, obviously terrified, but her heart was beating like a rabbit. While trembling, she couldn't restrain her desire to get close to this man. A warm current spread from her heart to her limbs. He clutched his chest, not knowing what this strange and turbulent emotion meant.

Ye Xueli didn't know why she suddenly thought of this, maybe it was because the fever was too severe. Although his body was hot and painful, his mind was extremely clear. These memories, which he thought he had long forgotten, had been buried deep in his heart. In his heart, he just didn't want to think about it, and he didn't want to touch it.

"Master Snow."

Wu Ma poured warm water, and thoughtfully put a straw in the cup, and carefully handed it to Ye Xueli's mouth.

Ye Xueli burned in the middle of the night, his cheeks were flushed, and his lips were covered with dry dead skin. He didn't even have the strength to bite the straw, and he managed to drink a few sips of water with great effort, but he was still panting softly from exhaustion.

Seeing him like this, Mama Wu's heart ached. As a mother, she always couldn't bear to see her child suffer: "Master Xue, the family doctor said that you have caught a cold, and that's why you were frightened. Sick, what happened, why are you so frightened when you go out for a while?"

Ye Xueli blinked, and the tears from the corners of his eyes slid down his cheeks onto the pillow. He wanted to speak, but he didn't care about his throat that hurt like needles: "Mama Wu, is your husband back?"

Wu Ma was stunned, and shook her head slightly: "The young master hasn't come back yet, didn't he ask Xiao Chen to send you home first..."

Having said that, she paused for a moment, and carefully looked at Ye Xueli's face: "Master Xue, if you are like this today, could it be with Master, you two..."

She didn't dare to speak too clearly, fearing that the young master, who was dying of illness, would be stimulated again. Although she didn't know what happened to these two people when they went out today, the reason why Ye Xueli met today Fever probably has something to do with Hejue.

Ye Xueli's eye sockets were indeed redder, and tears kept pouring out. Because she was still feverish, the tears were scalding frighteningly.

He was sobbing as if he would be out of breath at any time: "I, it's my fault, I made my husband angry, I, I did something very bad, my husband must hate me, Wu Ma, Wu Ma, Will my husband drive me away..."

Where did Wu Ma think that his emotions would suddenly become so intense, she was so frightened that she stretched out her hand to gently rub against his chest: "Master Xue, don't cry, you can't be so excited now, you have inflammation, this high fever has been going on for a long time. If you don't retreat, how can you ask Mama Wu to explain to the young master what problems come out of crying again."

Ye Xueli had tinnitus, he couldn't hear Wu Ma's words clearly, and when he closed his eyes, he remembered the last look Hejue looked at him in the car.

He must have hated himself.

The eyes were so cold, as if looking at a lifeless dead thing.

He doesn't want himself anymore.

My husband doesn't want him anymore.

Ye Xueli was trembling all over, and the pain in his chest was so severe that his forehead was covered with sweat, so he could only curl up his body and use his knees to support the painful place.

Wu Ma was flustered by his appearance, and anxiously went to call the family doctor.

The family doctor hadn't gone far, so he turned back immediately. As soon as he came up and saw his situation, he immediately said that he should be sent to the hospital immediately.

Ye Xueli's body was wrapped in a blanket, and the family doctor carried him into the car and placed him carefully on the back seat.

He curled up, covered in cold sweat from the fever, his cheeks were abnormally red, but his hands kept covering his left chest from the beginning to the end.

It hurts.