Chapter 2 - If You Don't Explain Well, You Just Smashed to Death in front of Me

There was a sudden voice from the empty living room, and Jiang Kezhou's hair was exploded in an instant. With a trembling hand, he accidentally turned off the light that had just been turned on. In the dark, his whole body was stiff and his heart beating like a drum, he only heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and then one hand crossed him to press the switch of the entrance, and took advantage to gather his cold fingertips, and asked uncertainly: "Why, are you scared seeing me?"

He felt the condescending gaze from the man opposite, and his scorching breath fell on his sideburns. Such a short distance can be somewhat depressing, but Jiang Kezhou subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, pulled his hand back, and shook his wrist with no weight, stretched the distance between the two, and put the briefcase back on the cabinet. Trying to changed the subject: "It's okay. Why don't you turn on the lights at night?"

　　"At night," Ye Zheng snorted, "Where have you been?"

　　"Also drinking," he lowered his head and sniffed between Jiang Kezhou's neck. After sniffing, his face stretched longer, and he sneered: "It looks like you were having a good time."

　　"You just broke up and you were out there without your home. You are a turned serf singing, and you want to break with me quickly, right?"

　　As soon as Ye Zheng spoke to Jiang Kezhou, he knew that things were going bad. This young master can make people alive if he is mean. Although they broke up, Jiang Kezhou knows that Ye Zheng is not a reasonable person. He has a temper to take care of whoever you are. So Jiang Kezhou did not dare to push him anymore, keeping his half-body pressed against the cabinet, he explained in a good voice: "You think too much, really. Our department has two newcomers, and we as colleagues have a dinner together. I just need to show up." He glanced at Ye Zheng and asked him sincerely: "Right?"

　　Ye Zheng stared at him suspiciously, looking a little unsatisfied. Jiang Kezhou changed his shoes and walked into the house, and asked him, "Why did you come suddenly? Is there nothing else to do at night?"

　　He stabbed Ye Zheng again somehow, and said with a calm face, "I haven't asked you to settle the account yet. You asked me first."

　　Jiang Kezhou went to the room to hang up his clothes, and when he came out, he took a glass of water by the drinking fountain and placed it in front of Ye Zheng. He sat down opposite him and put on a posture of a long conversation: "Speak well. I don't know anything yet. Where can I offend you? Say, forgive me, okay?"

　　In fact, he can simply end the conversation with just one sentence, "It's up to you to break up", so as not to endure Ye Zheng's yin and yang from all directions. However, Jiang Kezhou has been with Ye Zheng for three years, and he understands his squinting temper. He can only ask for hardship, and simply spread out to admit the punishment. Maybe Ye Zheng will not pursue him if his attitude is good.

　　Ye Zheng took a sip of water and found that it was the same cup he had used before. The tension in his heart suddenly relaxed a little, but his face was still holding grudge: "I asked Liu Zhun to send you back yesterday, how did he tell you?"

　　Jiang Kezhou was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

　　"You will tell you to come home and tell me that you are safe," Ye Zheng glared at him with anger, "What, do you forget it?"

　　Jiang Kezhou after thinking hard for half a minute, finally remembering the tangled thing last night, he suddenly returned to his guilty conscience and touched the phone. Ye Zheng stared at him with a frosty face: "It seems that I am being sentimental. Seeing that you haven't replied to me, I stopped by and took a look. I didn't expect President Jiang to play outside, but it seemed that I was nosy. Huh?"

　　Jiang Kezhou made him "huh" so that his legs were almost weak: "You can't listen to my explanation?"

　　Ye Zheng said with a debt-collecting face, "If you don't explain well, you will die in front of me."

　　"I...this, I was going to send you a text message yesterday, but," he cautiously said, "when I was about to click send, the phone automatically shut down, it runs out of power."

　　"I thought it was sent."

　　"So just going to bed..."

　　Under Ye Zheng's gaze, his voice became smaller and quieter. In the end, he was so embarrassed that he dare not looked up, and he cursed in his heart that he would not take advantage of the loopholes, and if he was embarrassed on the phone, he was better than the master looking for the door.

　　Besides, why couldn't Ye Zheng want to stare at him? It was him who said that he broke up, and he was the one who blocked people in the middle of the night. At this time, he didn't avoid suspicion but rushed up. Are you planning to play "Unforgettable" with him?

　　Ye Zheng stretched out his hand: "Give me the phone."

　　Jiang Kezhou didn't expect to keep any privacy in front of him. He handed the phone with a low eyebrow. Ye Zheng didn't turn around, and he opened the text message page. At the top, it turned out to be his name and unsent draft. The time was early in the morning last night.

　　In fact, he is not very satisfied with those six characters. But you have to leave room for being a man, and you can't force it too tightly, so Ye Zheng put down his phone and said lightly: "I don't want you to be an example."

　　Jiang Kezhou knelt down for him quickly: "Okay, I am not an example."

　　There was a brief silence in the living room, and Jiang Kezhou meant something. Glancing at the wall clock in the living room.

　　The late-night visitors have also performed, and his interogation is over. It’s time to drive back to the palace now?

　　He looked at the opposite side, but Ye Zheng raised his hand to support his forehead and closed his eyes tiredly.

　　Jiang Kezhou suddenly remembered what he said "on the road". When he came back, he saw a familiar car downstairs. Now he thought it was Ye Zheng's car. Mr. Ye always takes a driver when he goes out, and rarely drives himself. If he is on the way today, the driver should be with him.

　　But there was obviously no one in the car downstairs.

　　A strange idea slowly formed in Jiang Kezhou's mind. He subconsciously avoided thinking about it, but he had to admit that this was the only reasonable explanation:

　　Maybe there was no easy way at all, and Ye Zheng was here to block him.

　　But they have broken up.

　　"Ye... President," Jiang Kezhou said softly, "it's late, you should go back."

　　Ye Zheng closed his eyes and didn't move.

　　Jiang Kezhou tentatively calling again: "Mr. Ye?"

　　Ye Zheng seemed to be awakened by him. He rubbed the fingertips on his temples with his forehead, his eyes were half-open, and he seemed a little impatient: "How do you call me again? Mr. Ye?"

　　Jiang Kezhou trembled suddenly, his fingers curled up unconsciously, as if he was caught off guard by these words.

　　Ye Zheng said the same to him when he was taken to bed by Ye Zheng for the first time.

　　Jiang Kezhou barely settled, got up and walked around the coffee table to Ye Zheng. He was a little short-sighted and didn't wear glasses. When he approached, he saw the place that Ye Zheng didn't block his hands and the skin on the neck behind his ears was slightly red.

　　He suddenly realized that something was wrong: "What's wrong with you? Is it hot? Or is it uncomfortable somewhere?"

　　Ye Zheng heard his voice, straightened his back and cheered up, "It's okay."

　　"Put my hand away and take a look at me." Jiang Kezhou pulled away his hand without hesitation, sat sideways on the armrest of the sofa, leaned on his forehead to test his body temperature, and grabbed his fingers, "You have a fever. Where is the medicine? Does the headache hurt? Huh?"

　　Jiang Kezhou is a gentleman by nature. Regardless of his identity, he always has an innate sense of responsibility for the vulnerability exposed to him. To put it bluntly, he is concerned about life, so he is very afraid of other people getting sick, especially someone like Ye Zheng who is used to being strong.

　　Jiang Kezhou's hand was chilly, and he pressed it against his hot forehead to make Ye Zheng feel very comfortable, and a cold thermometer was stuffed under his armpit. When he came, he was a little tired and fatigued. He thought he was angry with Jiang Kezhou, but he had a fever. A few years ago, when he was ill, he would either endure it for a while, or go home and lie down waiting for the nanny to wait for him. Jiang Kezhou took care of him several times after being drunk, but it was a pity that he couldn't remember the fragments of his drink. Ye Zheng had never soberly seen Jiang Kezhou's busy schedule, and he was still very happy to see him frowning in search of medicine.

　　Ten minutes later.

　　"38 degrees. Why did you suddenly have a fever?" With a few pills in his open palm, Jiang Kezhou handed the water to his hand, worryingly, "Take medicine first. If you can't get rid of the fever, just go to the hospital."

　　"It's just a cold. Just take medicine and sleep." Ye Zheng leaned lazily on the back of the sofa without reaching for the medicine, so he opened his mouth and waited to take it. Ye Zheng had no one, so he had to feed him personally, and let him drink a few sips of water with his own hands: "Do you want me to call Xiao Liu to pick you up?"

　　"Go back and toss others for what?"

　　Oh, don't toss others. Just stay and toss me, it sounds reasonable."

　　Ye Zheng stared at him with "if you have an opinion, let it rot in your stomach", and said, "I won't leave tonight, just stay here."

　　Jiang Kezhou nodded against his will.

　　He found out a few pieces of Ye Zheng's clothes that he hadn't had time to pack before the business trip from the closet, and removed the new washing utensils for him, vacating the master bedroom to the sick person. Ye Zheng walked into the bedroom well after washing, his cheeks were red from burning, and lying on the bed, he was wrapped in a thick quilt by Jiang Kezhou.

　　Turn off the overhead light, leaving only a dim yellow night light beside the bed. The man's side face trapped in the pillow and quilt is unexpectedly handsome and quiet, tiredness concealed the sharpness, and the light softened the sharp lines, tightly squeezed the corners of his lips make people want to reach out to smooth them. Jiang Kezhou sighed silently, tucked the quilt, and put a glass of water on the bed, ready to go to the guest room to sleep.

　　The moment he got up, Ye Zheng reacted quickly and pulled his hand.

　　Jiang Kezhou was tossed and sat on the side of the bed. He pulled his hand from his wrist and put it back into the quilt: "Don't move. What's the matter?"

　　Ye Zheng used a soft and vague expression that was completely inconsistent with his quick response. The nasal voice said: "I have a headache, you help me rub it."