Fouls Prohibited

bedroom.

The door of the storage room was wide open, and sundries were piled all over the floor.

Ye Ci squatted in front of the suitcase, stuffing a pair of sneakers wrapped in a plastic bag into the tight space.

According to the requirements, Ye Ci should cooperate with Huo Tinglan to complete the relevant civil affairs procedures within one week after the marriage agreement took effect, and move to Huo's house for a long-term residence, so as to provide Huo Tinglan with pheromones at any time. The formalities were completed on the day the agreement was signed. Ye Ci dragged on the move for a few days, and finally couldn't go on. Chu Wenlin told the driver directly during the meal this morning to return to the Chu residence at 1 p.m. to bring Ye Ci with him. The luggage was sent to Huo's house.

Ye Ci's own things are very few, accounting for less than half of the suitcase, but Ye Hongjun's old house has been cleared out after the sale of a lot of old things, and he is reluctant to throw away any of them.

The home he lived with his mother for seventeen years is gone, and these sundries carrying memories are his only thoughts.

When Ye Ci moved from the rented house to the Chu residence, Chu Wenlin's wife Ruan Jiayi made a special trip to see him. It was a beautiful Omega who was well-maintained without age, with a gentle demeanor, lightly lifted the skirt as if stepping into a quagmire, wading on tiptoe through the gap between the luggage, to avoid getting his ankles on the things on both sides. She didn't say anything harsh, but softly told Ye Ci to tell her wherever she was not used to living. After she finished speaking, her eyes glanced at some old clothes of Ye Hongjun in the storage room, and she pursed her lips in an unclear way.

The real contempt is often not as surly and bitter as in the dog-blood dramas. Those people will maintain the illusion of well-educated, calmly, pretending to be unintentional, and crush the dignity of others to as thin as paper.

The non-woven luggage bag he used when he came here was already thrown away by the servant as trash. Ye Ci collected a few strong cardboard boxes. He had to take all the things away, otherwise the servant would sweep the remaining 80% into the trash stand.

Three full cardboard boxes were packed by Ye Ci and moved to the door, but there were still a lot of sundries left in the room. Ye Ci stood in the middle of the messy bedroom and looked around, a deep sense of exhaustion gushed out from the bones and filled his whole body.

He pulled the chair and sat down to rest, his gaze fell to the edge of the bed.

There were several unfolded clothes spread out there.

Among them is a beautiful camel coat, which Ye Ci bought two years ago in a promotional event, as a birthday present for Ye Hongjun.

The brand is not considered first-tier, but it is still staggeringly expensive after the discount, and spent all the savings Ye Ci saved from odd jobs. The shape of the clothes is good, but they are also delicate. They are afraid of being pressed or folded. Ye Hongjun is a baby. He is very careful every time he puts on his upper body. After taking it out of the luggage bag last time, Ye Ci regretted it. This is my mother's favorite dress. , but he didn't treat it kindly.

Thinking of his mother, his eye sockets were sore and swollen, Ye Ci took a deep breath restrainedly, not daring to let himself be weak.

At this time, footsteps came from the bedroom door, but Ye Ci didn't care. He was a transparent person in the Chu family. The servants passed by the door many times this morning, but no one came in to help or ask a question. When Chu Wenlin was not at home, in order to please Ruan Jiayi, the servants tacitly refused to call him during dinner.

Unexpectedly, the door panel was knocked lightly twice, Ye Ci quickly tilted his head, let the corner of his eyes brush his shoulder, and then turned to look.

It was Huo Tinglan standing outside the door.

He only wore a graphite-colored shirt on his upper body, the silk was soft, showing the outline of the chest muscles, the cuffs were folded up two times flatly, without a watch, and he looked ready to work.

Ye Ci refused to let other people see through his fragility, so he bit the bullet and looked at Huo Tinglan, with a star of water in his eyes, as cold as snow.

"I'll pick you up...your father isn't here, so I'll come up by myself." Huo Tinglan's eyes stopped for a while at the end of Ye Ci's reddish eyes, he saw through something, but without asking, he moved away and looked elsewhere .

This is a guest room with a small area and simple furniture. A folding study table is propped up by the window with better lighting. The paint surface imitating bamboo and wood grain looks old. The words "Coconut Bread" and "Red Bean Bread" were written, and the plastic paper shone cheaply and lacked nutrition.

... No wonder you're so skinny.

Huo Tinglan's Adam's apple slowly rolled.

This is the living environment Ye Ci lived in when he was eighteen years old.

According to the investigation of Huo Tinglan's previous life, Ye Ci would have lived here for a long time until Ye Hongjun's treatment failed and passed away.

The sad news of his mother's death will completely overwhelm him, and Chu Wenlin, who has successfully divided up the inheritance, will regard him as a burden, and send Ye Cicui, who had a mental breakdown at the time, to the Juvenile Behavior Correction Center.

Ye Ci would suffer for a long time in that dark place, and many of his mental problems arose during that period.

After that, he tried every means to escape from that place, severed his father-son relationship with Chu Wenlin, and ran races in second-rate racing circuits to make ends meet. At that time, he was living in a shabby rental house, and he was still obsessed with reading. He would insist on reading books and try the adult college entrance examination, until the manager of a well-known motorcade signed him away...

From eighteen to twenty-two years old, the four years that Huo Tinglan was absent from his last life were not long.

But for Ye Ci, those were the loneliest and painful four years. The malice and destruction from his close relatives were enough to create a haze that would cover his entire life.

At this time, the life assistant was about to come in with a stack of empty packing boxes. Huo Tinglan came back to his senses, and subconsciously took a step sideways to block the assistant's view of the room. He turned around and took the empty boxes, and signaled the assistant to move the door and pack them up. The few cartons.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Huo Tinglan asked.

Ye Ci was putting on a cold face wholeheartedly, he was slightly stunned when he heard the words, and reflexively refused to help: "No."

Huo Tinglan was silent for a while, looked into the storage room, and confirmed, "Are you taking them all away?"

"...Yes." Ye Ci was embarrassed to choke him like this, and smoothed his tongue with difficulty to speak, "I clean up myself."

Huo Tinglan looked at him for a moment, stopped talking, started to separate the piles of storage boxes, knelt down to pack things one by one, and behaved naturally, as if he should have done these things for Ye Ci.

Many of these relics are of commemorative significance: photos of mother and child, various learning certificates from Yeci Elementary School and junior high school, Ye Hongjun’s handwritten parenting diary... Huo Tinglan has never seen a single one of them for five years of marriage in the last life, no Know where it all went. He took out a silk handkerchief from his shirt pocket, and wiped the light dust on a wooden photo frame, with a kind of forbearance and love in his gesture. Seeing him rubbing things, Ye Ci's eyelids became hot, and he was inexplicably ashamed. He felt something was wrong and couldn't explain it. After a moment of silence, if he wanted to refuse again, he lost the opportunity.

After hesitating for a while, he dragged an empty box and slipped to the bottom of the wall that was diagonal to Huo Tinglan, and used this as a base to tidy it up more quickly. Before he had done it for a while, Huo Tinglan's deep voice sounded above his head: "This Coats can’t be folded like that.”

The two straight trouser legs stopped in front of his eyes, Ye Ci was startled, Huo Tinglan had already taken Ye Hongjun's most precious overcoat in his hand. Slender and steady fingers wiped the wrinkles, straightened the laces and buckles, and then put them into the dust bag with a hanger. After finishing it, Huo Tinglan handed the dust bag to the assistant and told the assistant to carry it downstairs.

When Huo Tinglan was tidying his coat meticulously, Ye Ci stood far away, and while tidying up, carefully looked at him from the corner of his eye.

If you haven't been treated gently by someone for a long time, you will feel unfamiliar with kindness, even strange.

What's more... this kindness itself is a bit strange.

During this period, Uncle Tong, the housekeeper, hastily sent someone to help—no matter how impolite he was, he never let guests come to work, that was a joke. But Huo Tinglan just said "don't bother me" in a lukewarm manner, and when he finished speaking, he didn't send them away, and continued to tidy things up condescendingly, as if performing. A few servants and Uncle Tong didn't dare to do it, let alone just walk away, and Huo Tinglan left the baton in the corridor on the second floor, which was comparable to being punished to stand. After hanging out for a while, the few people couldn't bear the low air pressure of the A+ grade Alpha, with sweat dripping from their brows, they retreated embarrassingly.

The two and their assistants were busy until twelve o'clock, and all the things were moved.

Ye Ci swung his schoolbag over his right shoulder, and went downstairs behind Huo Tinglan far away, staring at Huo Tinglan's tall and tall back in front of him, and the tangled look on his face became more and more intense.

Huo Tinglan made a special trip to pick him up, so meticulous, so busy...

If nothing else, he should have said thanks.

This is the most basic courtesy.

He was born in a poor family, but his family education is no worse than that of the ladies and young masters of the upper class. Ye Hongjun has a demure temperament, is knowledgeable and courteous, if he hadn't been tricked by Chu Wenlin, he wouldn't have fallen into a slum that didn't fit her personality.

The fist caged in the sleeve of the school uniform was clenched and loosened. After hesitating for a few rounds, Ye Ci braced himself and ran a few steps to catch up with Huo Tinglan. As soon as he got close, he caught a scorching agave fragrance at the end of his nose, and before he could speak, his cheek was stabbed. piping hot.

"What?" Huo Tinglan paused, turning his head to look at him.

"Today..." Ye Ci licked his lower lip, not sure how to adjust his expression, and said with a wandering expression: "Thank you, thank you."

Huo Tinglan was too imposing, and with the leaked Alpha pheromone, he felt very oppressive when looking at people. Ye Ci was forced by him to perform abnormally, and stuttered for only three words in the second half of the sentence.

shame!

Ye Ci wished he could stretch out his tongue and iron it.

I don't want to open my mouth in front of Huo Tinglan for the next year...

Huo Tinglan looked down at Ye Ci's desperately trying to hide his annoyed face, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, as if he wanted to tease him, but after a moment of silence, he said in a polite manner: "You're welcome."

Perhaps considering that co-existing in a narrow space might make Ye Ci nervous, Huo Tinglan offered to take two cars with Ye Ci, and the two arrived at Huo's house one after another.

When getting in the car, Ye Ci hesitated for a moment, unwilling to ride with an A+ Alpha with strong erosive pheromones. Facts have proved that his worries were unnecessary. Huo Tinglan was a considerate gentleman, and every detail made people feel comfortable. It is true that he has no intention of relying on the marriage relationship at the legal level to do anything to Ye Ci.

I think too much...

Mr. Huo is not that bad.

Ye Ci hugged the schoolbag, lowered his head, twisted the strap of the schoolbag in embarrassment, and rubbed his fingers red.