The rich boss insists on dating me

He Yanxiu still had that cold expression, and He Yifei didn't know whether he listened or not, so he sighed and didn't want to say anything more, his younger brother has grown up, and he can't control it at all.

After going out, He Yanxiu took Chu Hemian and left without hanging up the rest of the needles, and went straight home.

"Your sister..."

"Don't worry about her, she has her own car, let's go home."

Chu Hemian looked at He Yifei, and felt that the big beauty under the sunglasses might roll her eyes to the sky. He didn't dare to be as casual and impolite as He Yanxiu, so he greeted him politely and then helped He Yanxiu away. .

The elder sister looked at the back and was angry, standing there with her arms folded, no matter how she looked at her stinky brother, she didn't like it.

Why do you do this!

After returning home, He Yanxiu got into his room again, hugged his pillow and fell asleep.

Chu Hemian had a lot of things in his mind. The inexplicable debt collection in the hospital was always like a mountain, weighing heavily on him and he couldn't breathe. When he was cooking millet porridge for the young master, he unconsciously sighed many times.

No matter what, the Eldest Young Master didn't feel sorry for him, and helped him solve his troubles over and over again. Even if the contract was to be terminated, he would try his best to take good care of He Yanxiu these few days.

Restless, he was ready to cook, and just about to ask He Yanxiu to get up to eat something, when he saw the young master took out a small bottle from his pillow and was staring at it intently.

Chu Hemian was startled.

The water glass in his hand was almost thrown to the ground.

"Master... I,"

"what is this?"

He Yanxiu squeezed two fingers, and held the small bottle in his hand, his eyes were heavy, "Do you have ashes with you?"

Chu Hemian slapped the cup slippery at that time, but he didn't say anything, how did He Yanxiu guess it?

He stood there in a panic, and everyone who watched felt a little distressed, but the young master's expression did not change, and he sat up without saying anything, and put the small glass bottle back into the pillow for him, pretending that nothing happened Same.

"Is the meal ready?"

Chu Hemian nodded knowingly.

He Yanxiu was still a little dizzy, leaned against the bed for a while, and said in a calm tone, "Come and help me."

"it is good."

In such a short period of time, so many things happened one after another, Chu Hemian didn't know what to do?How to face He Yanxiu, how to explain everything.

How would he face this suffocating life that oppressed his nerves.

But He Yanxiu didn't ask anything.

With the young master's ingenuity, it is impossible for him not to guess, but he neither asked the truth nor pretended to be stupid. He Yanxiu just picked up a chopstick and put it in his bowl as usual, "Eat well."

Chu Hemian's nose was sore for a moment.

Holding the bowl, he explained slowly, "That is the ashes of my biological father."

"This is the only item related to him that I keep, sorry, I shouldn't put it in the pillow."

Chu Hemian's head drooped very low, tears might have flowed down in the blink of an eye, and he never dared to look up at He Yanxiu's face.

Afraid to see contempt and disgust, but also afraid to see sympathy and compassion.

Either way, it would frustrate his self-esteem.

He Yanxiu didn't speak for a long time, and he didn't move his chopsticks to eat. After a while, Chu Hemian heard him sigh, "Mianmian, look up at me."

"Ok?"

The young master's illness is still not cured, and his mental state looks poor. With a pale and sickly face, he raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, "No matter what happens, you must eat well."

"The more you worry about other people's feelings, the more you make yourself uncomfortable."

"I haven't said anything yet, you don't have to tell me I'm sorry, I shouldn't have touched your personal items."

Chu Hemian couldn't blame He Yanxiu. There was a problem with him putting the ashes in other people's pillows without authorization. Some people who care about it will feel very unlucky. How can anyone like to sleep with this thing?

But He Yanxiu didn't say anything, and instead comforted himself.

This thoughtful kindness alone was enough to move Chu Hemian for a long time.

The young master took a sip of the porridge, and said in a dull tone, "When my grandpa passed away, my grandma was also holding his urn all day long."

"Sometimes when she was lying on a deck chair basking in the sun, she would suddenly speak to the air."

"People's emotions always have to find a place to rely on. If one person carries everything, there will be problems."

"You eat well, no one likes it, just like yourself."

Chu Hemian pursed his lips, and still didn't know how to answer the conversation. He just bit his chopsticks when He Yanxiu asked again, "Who is the person who dragged you away in the hospital?"

Chu Hemian paused, and the temperature in his heart that had just been warmed up cooled down again.

He was silent for a moment, and said the truth, "I need debt."

"It should be the usury owed by my mother and stepfather."

He Yanxiu looked cold, "How much did you borrow?"

"They said a million."

"I'll help you pay it back. From today, the contract will be changed to a three-year system. I will pay you [-] yuan a month, and take [-] yuan from it as your debt repayment. In three years, I will draw [-] million yuan. You pay it off, okay?"

Chu Hemian's mind was buzzing, he covered his face, and suddenly his voice became aggrieved, "Why are you so nice to me?"

He Yanxiu smiled, with an unspeakably chic expression, "I like you."

"I think you are a nice person, and I have the ability to help you, so I don't care about these resources."

"It's hard for someone to stand my bad temper and spare no effort to take care of me. I'm quite satisfied with you. You can give me a few more years of work."

"Of course, if you don't want to, I won't force you. Brother Xiao Chu is not much older than me. You are still young. Your future may be limitless. It is not realistic to tie your best years to you. You can consider my proposal."

Chu Hemian interrupted him on the spot, "Don't think about it."

"I am willing."

He Yanxiu lowered his head and took two mouthfuls of rice, the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, "Okay, then we'll sign the contract in a while."

"If you go back on your word, I may have to deal with you."

Chu Hemian was still a little confused, and didn't understand what the last sentence meant, but he didn't ask.

When re-signing the contract, He Yanxiu changed out of his pajamas and changed into black again. It was the first time Chu Hemian saw him wearing that kind of slim black shirt. It was very sexy and had a domineering wildness.

The young master sat on the sofa with a lazy expression, "Where did your stepfather go? Where's your mother?"

Chu Hemian squatted by the coffee table, signed and stamped his handprint, shook his head and said that he didn't know.

"I haven't seen my mother for a long time."

"I don't know what she's been up to lately, I've sent her all the money I made."

He Yanxiu asked again, "How much do you give her a month?"

"Ten thousand, the rest will be paid to her for the hospital."

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