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In the end, Ji Yao was unable to return to the hospital early to sell his leave and go to work.

After the notarization was over, lawyer Jiang took the "notarization certificate" and confidently moved into Ji Yao's apartment with his packed luggage, and handed over his house key to the designer.

The box containing the "family documents" was carried over by him, and it settled in the TV cabinet in the living room of Ji Yao's apartment. The location is eye-catching and has a strong sense of presence. Take a few glances.

Jiang Heng put the notarial certificate of intended guardianship into the small box. After closing the lid, Jiang Heng half-kneeled on the ground and stared at the box for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

After more than half a minute, he reached out and brushed off the thin dust that didn't exist on it, and added a lock to the box that was more decorative than practical.

In the next second, he suddenly felt his back sinking, and turned his face to the side, only to find that Ji Yao came over at some point and hugged him from behind.

"Why are you walking silently?" Jiang Heng smiled and said, "Did you sneak over?"

"Don't beat me up, you are so dazed that you didn't pay attention to me." Ji Yao said stretching his arms, flipped the lock on the box, and said with a smile, "Why, what are you thinking about here?"

"Think about it, if you start messing around and leave, how can I protect my poor marital rights." Jiang Heng joked with him smoothly: "And if your parents force me to break up with you in the future, this document Can you scare them both?"

Ji Yao hooked the corners of his lips and smiled lightly.

Perhaps for Jiang Heng, perhaps only when there are "traces to follow" can he truly feel at ease.

When the notarization was over, Ji Yao followed him out of the gate of the notary office. Jiang Heng held the completed notarial certificate in his hand, and there were already slight wrinkles on the paper.

Ji Yao knew at that time that Jiang Heng's heart was far less calm than he showed.

"Then you worry too much." Ji Yao muttered, "We have severed our relationship long ago. I guess Mr. Ji Kangyuan has already tore that page out of my household registration book."

Jiang Heng didn't speak, he turned his head and kissed Ji Yao tenderly in this position.

The conflict between Ji Yao and his family is far more than that simple between him and Xiao Tong. There is oppression and resistance between him and Ji Kangyuan, and there is a victim's transfer of injury between him and Meng Yan—these conflicts and pains are easy to solve, but difficult to deal with. What remains is the remnant of family affection between them.

Ji Yao is different from himself, limited by his family environment, Jiang Heng's relatives are very weak, he enjoys the care and desire brought by relatives, but without all these, he doesn't think there is any problem.

But Ji Yao can't.

As Ge Xing said, it is impossible for Ji Yao not to see his parents all his life.For so many years, he has lived in the environment with a strong family atmosphere, and he is used to being depressed. It is impossible for him to really sever ties with his elderly parents. The current severance is just an escape in another sense. That's all.

But escaping is not a long-term solution, and Ji Yao should gradually realize that there are not only two extremes in the world, but a better and smoother way to balance the relationship between the two.

Jiang Heng saw that he was a fan of the authorities, and saw that Ji Yao was indifferent, so he wanted to help him repair it slowly, but he still needed a suitable opportunity.

"That's okay." Jiang Heng finally kissed Ji Yao's lips and said, "You can put your household registration on my account."

Ji Yao: "..."

Indeed, Ji Yao thought, in front of him was a ready-made real estate owner.

This topic dissipated the charming and sad atmosphere just now, and the disdain for the capitalists took over the social animals. Ji Yao gritted his teeth and couldn't help biting the corner of Jiang Heng's lips.

"I haven't asked you yet, how much assets do you have?" Ji Yao reached out and knocked on the small box, raised his eyebrows and said, "I should have the right to know."

"The sum of chattels, real estate, wealth management and funds is about [-] million." Jiang Heng said: "The main reason is that Jiang Yi's inheritance accounts for the majority."

After the divorce, Jiang Yi's business was much more sluggish than before, but the thin camel was bigger than the horse, and the industrial company that can run for 20 years in Shanghai has some wealth.It's a pity that Jiang Heng disliked him, and he was too lazy to inherit his business and friends, so he simply cleaned up his company and sold it together with the project and production line.

Jiang Heng's feelings for Jiang Yi are very complicated, so besides buying a house, he simply deposited the rest of the money in the bank.

Ji Yao: "..."

This number is not even the bottom of Shanghai's enterprise list, but it is obviously a big shock to Ji Yao.

His eyes widened, and he couldn't help but look at the box under the TV cabinet, as if looking at a hot potato.

"Then you still dare to sign this kind of agreement with me." Ji Yao said in an erratic tone, "If I pay you to kill you and turn you into a vegetable, I will get rich overnight."

"Please, please don't." Jiang Heng blinked, and said innocently and sincerely: "Keep me, I can earn more if you keep me. And if you buy a murderer for more than ten years, I still suggest you think carefully about it." .”

Ji Yao got goosebumps from his tone of voice, couldn't help pushing him, and smiled to himself.

Jiang Heng also laughed with him, he stood up, extended a hand to Ji Yao, and pulled him up from the ground.

"Don't be poor." Jiang Heng said, "Stop eating?"

"Eat." Ji Yao said, "What to eat? Order a takeaway?"

"Order some takeaway." Jiang Heng patted the dust on his hands, then rolled up his sleeves and walked to the kitchen, and naturally opened the door of Ji Yao's refrigerator.

Ji Yao himself has no talent for cooking, but there is still a little emergency reserve in the refrigerator. Jiang Heng picked out two tomatoes from the refrigerator, and took a handful of dried noodles.

His movements are familiar and natural, it doesn't seem like he is a "guest" for the first time, but he seems to have lived here with Ji Yao all the time.

Ji Yao couldn't help but follow him to the kitchen, leaning against the partition door to watch him.

"The eggs are in the cupboard." Ji Yao said.

Jiang Heng bent down, followed Ji Yao's ending, and found boxes of fresh eggs from the cabinet, and put them together on the counter.

Looking at him skillfully breaking eggs, Ji Yao couldn't help but ask, "When did you become so proficient."

"Studying in the UK, I don't know how to cook Chinese food, and I will starve to death sooner or later." Jiang Heng looked at him sideways and smiled, "You don't know, the few shops near the house I rented were all opened by British people. He has more personality than the other, and I finally found a restaurant opened by an Italian, and I ate there for a month."

Ji Yao hummed, walked into the kitchen while listening, grabbed Jiang Heng's waist from behind, and pulled his shirt out of his belt.

Jiang Heng hissed softly, and said with a smile: "What are you doing, playing hooligans?"

Ji Yao ignored him, his fingers slipped into the hem of Jiang Heng's clothes, touched the scar from his previous operation, and did not move.

Jiang Heng glanced down at him, adjusted his posture to make it easier for him to move, and let him go.

Ji Yao felt that he was a bit slow to get started. When he came out of the notary office, he didn't feel much, and his mood was very calm. He only thought that he was doing what he was supposed to do step by step.

But until now, when Jiang Heng was standing in the apartment where he had lived for three years washing his hands and cooking, Ji Yao belatedly noticed the changes in his life.

This kind of change is like Jiang Heng, who is as gentle as water, pervasive, and subtly invaded his life.

Starting today, he and Jiang Heng are each other's "legal channels", Ji Yao suddenly thought.

This cognition penetrated deeply into his heart like a needle for calming the sea. Ji Yao touched the scar on Jiang Heng's body, while feeling a little distressed, and at the same time, a secret joy rose from his heart.

His joy came late, but with a lingering aftertaste, Ji Yao couldn't help imagining a brand new "future" in his heart. After thinking about it, he seemed to feel that his presupposition on Christmas day was not enough. So I couldn't help raising my expectations even higher.

"What—" Ji Yao said vaguely, "You said when we were 70 years old, what kind of birthday cake would we eat?"

Jiang Heng was amused by his beating around the bush to seek a sense of security. He took a large "pendant" and moved two steps to the side. While cutting tomatoes, he said with a smile: "Eat what I made, okay."