Chapter 9 - Did You Steal My Food Behind My Back?

The next day.

　　Jiang Kezhou took advantage of the lunch break to go to Xihua Entertainment. He had greeted Ye Zheng before he came. After he reported to the front desk for an appointment, the receptionist said with a smile: "Please wait a moment. I'll call the boss. "

　　It didn't take long for the elevator door to open, and Yan Zhixing turned out to come out.

　　"Mr. Ye asked me to pick you up," he politely nodded to Jiang Kezhou, "follow me."

　 Yan Zhixing glanced at him calmly. At a glance, the scrutiny gaze narrowed behind the lens was almost stern. He sent Jiang Kezhou to Ye Zheng back then, but he didn't expect the two to continue for three years. He is also one of the few people who knows the inside story of the two people breaking up, and even suspected his own vision for this. Yan Zhixing always thinks that Jiang Kezhou is very smart, good at observing words and colors, and he is used to speculating on people's hearts. In layman's terms, he is the kind of cleverness of a scheming bitch. But he coldly watched over the years, although Jiang Kezhou's actions can't be said to be stupid, but he is really sorry for the audience's expectations.

　　He was too safe to guard himself, but if he was willing to spend a little bit, whether it was his feelings or his career, it would not be the situation that is now turning around in the same place. At the very least, he wouldn't break up silently after three years with Ye Zheng.

　　However, when he thought of the inside story of the two breaking up, Yan Zhixing was suddenly not so sure.

　　Yan Zhixing led Jiang Kezhou by a special elevator to the president's office on the 22nd floor. Ye Zheng personally opened the door to welcome him in, and without the conscious of a domineering president, he accepted Jiang Kezhou's bag very smoothly. The natural and smooth movements made Yan Zhixing who was standing beside him feel a little dazzling.

　　Ye Zheng asked casually: "Have you eaten? What do you want to drink?"

　　"Coffee, I have to go to work in the afternoon."

　　Ye Zheng led him to the office: "Pour a glass of water yourself... Yan Zhixing, bring two cups of coffee."

　　Jiang Kezhou was lowering his head and returning to WeChat, and interrupted without raising his head when he heard the words: "One cup will do. You drink water, don't join in the fun if you have a bad stomach."

　　Ye Zheng is also a president anyway, and he is the kind of president who is rumored to be "dominant and cool". Most people would never dare to care about him like that, even if his father spoke, he might not be able to hear him.

　　Assistant Yan was stuffed with dog food for no reason, saying that he was still naive.

　　Breaking up a fart, it's all the fucking done by yourself!

　　After Yan Zhixing withdrew, Jiang Kezhou took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and handed it to him. Ye Zheng squeezed it back and forth and glanced back and forth:

　　"Why did Yan Jia's video at home?" "It's not Yan Jia's video. I didn't tell you the truth," Jiang Kezhou was fine when he saw it by himself, and Ye Zheng was a little bit agitated for some reason, "It's hard to say a word, you can see for yourself."

　　Ye Zheng sat back at his desk.

　　Yan Zhixing keenly sensed the low air pressure in the room when the coffee came in. Ye Zheng sat in front of the computer, frowning, Jiang Kezhou reached out and took the coffee, and whispered: "Don't disturb people within half an hour, it's troublesome."

　　Yan Zhixing subconsciously went to see Ye Zheng, but the other party didn't pay attention at all. Here. He had to acquiesce to Jiang Kezhou's request and went out to guard the gate.

　　The time and location of the photos are different. The earliest one should be in September of the previous year, when Jiang Kezhou and Ye Zheng had known each other a little more than a year. The picture quality is not clear enough, but it is also enough to see that Ye Zheng and Yan Jia walked into the unit door from the underground garage one after another. There are other scenes in the same car, eating together, and Yan Jia holding Ye Zheng's hand. The most explicit is a group of photos in March last year. There were two people walking into the hotel side by side, the room number of the hotel, the silhouettes of the two people on the curtains, and even the used condoms that were thrown away in the trash can.

　　One photo may not explain much, but put together nearly a hundred photos, it is ironclad proof.

　　Ye Zheng's face was severely cold, the muscles on both sides of his jaw were tight, and his side face was as cold as a layer of frost. He stared at the screen without saying a word, a light blue vein appeared on the back of his hand holding the mouse, and deep anger floated deep in his eyes.

　　Jiang Kezhou rubbed his water glass and touched it carefully on the edge of his palm.

　　"I can't stop it." Ye Zheng was even more angry when he saw him, clenched his wrist and pulled him in front of his eyes, so angry that his brain hurts, "You dare not say anything about such a big thing! Jiang Kezhou, you are so brave. In case the photo is exposed before you arrive today, how many mouths do you have to make it clear?"

　　Jiang Kezhou was stunned by him: "It’s not the time to talk about this, right? Me? Did you catch the wrong point? Besides, what does it have to do with me..."

　　Ye Zheng took a deep look at him, and Jiang Kezhou immediately changed his words: "The other party tried to buckle me. This has a very important relationship with me. Well, I Mr. Ye must be very angry, so I must deal with it seriously, so what... After punishing the person, he will act like you."

　　Ye Zheng was sneered by him. Although most of the laughter was ridicule, the anger immediately disappeared by three points. He relaxed and gently rubbed the mark that came out with his fingertips: "Who do you think this is for?"

　　"No way," Jiang Kezhou moved his wrist a little awkwardly, and gave up when he couldn't get rid of it, "If it comes at you, this method is about scratching your paw. What is it, do you feel nauseous?"

　　Ye Zheng was drinking water and almost choked when he heard the words. Jiang Kezhou said again: "If you come here, according to the entertainment industry's routine, you should contact the company or see me on Monday? I haven't seen anyone who broke the news and can just throw it away, and there is no need to throw this at my door. It's always coming at me, right?"

　　"What?"

　　Jiang Kezhou raised his eyelids and repeated: "'What'?"

　　Although Ye Zheng didn't smile, his eyes were full of temptation: "Yes, why did you throw it at my door? Do you have any thoughts when you see those photos? At the beginning, you wanted to separate, and then separate. Now I'm asking if you have any thoughts... The iron-skinned little lover."

　　Jiang Kezhou said, "I really have no idea."

　　Ye Zheng was choked by him: "If I find you can't do anything else, I was a fool. Isn't it?"

　　Jiang Kezhou listened but did not refute, bowed his head and took a sip of coffee.

　　Ye Zheng couldn't do anything with him. Jiang Kezhou seldom gets angry, and only has a faint expression on his face when he is angry. Whether it is good to him or bullying him, this person always hates to stand three feet away, never close, nor greedy, as if he was born with less "excitement".

　　This kind of personality is better to say that it is not to be humiliated, but it is more awkward, that is, the unfamiliar wolf pup, the hard stone that does not cover the heat.

　　For some reason, Ye Zheng looked at his lips pressed together, and suddenly said.

　　"I said the wrong thing, sorry," he stood up, and forced Jiang Kezhou back, "You finally came here once, but you got angry all the time. What is it like? I admit my mistake and don't get angry. Okay?"

　　They were together for three years and were too familiar with each other's temperature. The face-to-face distance, the angle suitable for kissing, every detail is clearly identifiable, and the body temperature is woven together in one place. The office was silent, with only a slight breath, and the atmosphere was just right.

　　This scene is so familiar, even the movements have become natural.

　　"Okay, it's not a big deal… I'm not ang-"

　　Before the word "angry" could be spoken, the person in front of him suddenly bent down, and a plausible kiss suddenly brushed his lips. The five senses instantly disappeared, leaving only the temperature under the lips, which was still clearly and vividly burned in the memory.

　　After a while, Jiang Kezhou seemed to have suddenly recovered his soul. He took a big step back and slammed his back into the desk, making Ye Zheng shiver.

　　"Come here!" Ye Zheng stretched out his hand to bring him back, "It's not the first time I kissed you, why did you hide? Did you steal my food behind my back?"

　　Jiang Kezhou was taken by him. He was so disturbed that he forgot to resist for a while. He just wanted to point to Ye Zheng’s nose and ask him what the hell he meant. He conditioned his muscles until he had a pain in his waist and then take a breath. Ye Zheng didn't know when he lifted his shirt, and gently rubbed his palm on the red mark, and asked angrily, "Do you know it hurts?"

　　They have kissed, hugged, and even more intimate things have been done countless times. But there has never been a moment like now, that made him panic and even his bones were shaking.

　　This relationship that started with contract, even if you have a relationship, is only a short-term infatuation, such as the dew and lightning, which disappears in a flash. It is impossible for them to develop other feelings. This is the default bottom line from the beginning. They can talk about the world, from poetry to philosophy of life, but they can’t talk about love.

　　The computer screen was still on, and Yan Jia's eyes looked at Ye Zheng in the photo with a smile.

　　It's ironic.

　　Jiang Kezhou had completely calmed down at this time. He pushed Ye Zheng's hand away, arranged his clothes, took a look at the time, and said, "I should go. You can handle the matter here first."

　　Ye Zheng's eyes were sharp and cold.

　　Jiang Kezhou picked up his bag and walked to the door. He suddenly heard a sneer behind him: "Three years and five months."

　　"At the beginning I thought that five years was too long. In a blink of an eye, three years came."

　　Jiang Kezhou stopped his footsteps, waiting for him to continue.

　　"It's not a coincidence," Ye Zheng said slowly, "I want to go back a bit."

　　Jiang Kezhou's back froze in a visible range.

　　Jiang Kezhou was upset in the taxi, and he didn't understand what medicine Ye Zheng had taken wrong, and suddenly had a convulsion. He heard the phone rang the second time, and as soon as it was connected, the nagging from the elder sister of the Legal Department smashed him all over his face.

　　"Contract?" He feels a little strange, "Isn't it meant to be bound to you?"

　　The legal affairs officer said angrily, "All people wait for these contracts. God, do you have to build your own stapler when you sign a contract?!"

　　Jiang Kezhou relentlessly promised: "Okay, I'll go back and find it. Don't worry, I will send it to you in the afternoon."

　　Back to the office, everyone was almost there, only Han Xuyang's seat was still empty. Jiang Kezhou asked another intern: "Xu Lan, did you sign the contract for me last time?"

　　Xu Lan replied a little nervously: "Mr. Jiang, you gave me those contracts before, and were divided to Han Xuyang and I. My part has been sent back to the Legal Department, Han Xuyang...maybe he hasn't gotten it yet."

　　Jiang Kezhou glanced at the empty seat: "Where is Han Xuyang?"

　　"I don't know," Xu Lan shook her head, "He answered a phone call and went out at noon."