The Idol And The Disabled President Made An Official Announcement

After packing the special products he brought, Wenrun drove directly to Songhai Hao Ting. The company assigned him a car years ago. It's not very high-end, and it's not eye-catching when driving out. It's good for daily transportation. Put the bag in the back seat, Wenrun drove to Songhai Palace.

Even during the Chinese New Year, the security of the Songhai Palace is still strict. Wenrun arrived at the gate of the community and sent a message to Zheng Xuan. After Zheng Xuan confirmed with the security, he was finally released.

After the car was parked, Zheng Xuan came downstairs to pick him up. The two took a bag of specialty products and took the elevator upstairs. As the elevator numbers jumped, Wen Run became nervous for some reason.

This was the first time he went to Ye Hansheng's house. During the New Year, he went to each other's house to pay New Year greetings. It should be something that close friends would do. But now he is about to go to Ye Hansheng's house for New Year's greetings.

There was a secret joy in Wenrun's heart, she squeezed the corners of her mouth that couldn't help but squirmed, and quietly exhaled a sigh of air.

"Arrived."

The elevator stopped, Wen Run one step behind Zheng Xuan, and walked forward behind him. The carpeted corridor was exceptionally quiet, with exquisite blessings posted on the pillars and walls, and even the plants on both sides of the corridor corresponded to the scene. Hanging a small red envelope decoration. But Wenrun stepped on the stall, always feeling that there is a little new year atmosphere missing here, even if the dress is very rich and exquisite, there is still a kind of expensive desertedness.

Probably the rich do not value these? Wenrun thought in his heart.

Zheng Xuanyu opened the door with the password and waited for Wenrun to follow in. When he saw Ye Hansheng's house, this feeling became more intense.

Ye Hansheng's home is very large, but there are not many things in it. Except for the necessary furnishings, all that is left is a large area of ​​blank space. It's like a newly renovated model house, which looks exquisite, but has no popularity and is cold.

Wen Run put the special products he brought on the coffee table and greeted the man sitting by the French window with his back facing them.

"Happy New Year, President Ye."

Ye Hansheng glanced back, his straight lips seemed to evoke an extremely shallow arc, "Happy new year."

After saying this, he turned around again, leaving Wen Run with a broad and silent back, without seeing emotions.

"What did you bring? Is there anything you can eat directly?"

Zheng Xuan didn't bother to care about Ye Han's sound. He hadn't eaten anything in the morning, and after sitting down, he started looking for special products that Wenrun had brought.

"There is beef jerky made by my mother."

Wen Run took out a package of sealed beef jerky and handed it to him. Seeing Zheng Xuan took it over, he started to eat. The weirdness in his heart grew stronger, "Have you not eaten yet?"

"No." Zheng Xuan was eating beef jerky in his mouth, not forgetting to complain, and he didn't know if it was for Wenrun or Ye Hansheng.

"I have eaten instant noodles for two days, and the last bucket was finished last night. I haven't bought it yet."

Wen Run suddenly widened his eyes to look at him, "Instant noodles?"

Zheng Xuan sighed, then tore another piece of beef jerky and put it in his mouth, "Yeah."

"Is it the instant noodles you eat on New Year's Eve?" Wen Run had the final say, wouldn't it be that Zheng Xuan came here after leaving at the airport a year ago. Then they eat instant noodles together? It’s only the second grade today. Isn’t it too bleak to eat instant noodles on New Year’s Eve?

Secretly glanced at the motionless figure in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Wenrun felt a little distressed, and whispered: "Is there any food at home? Or should I cook? It just so happens that I haven't eaten yet,"

After speaking, he added, "Eating too much instant noodles is bad for your health."

"You go to the refrigerator to have a look?" Zheng Xuan actually didn't know if there were any dishes. Ye Hansheng shut himself up at home on the 30th of the New Year. The aunt who was cooking had gone home for the New Year a few days earlier, and the caregiver who took care of Ye Jia took turns out to eat. He and Ye Hansheng were left alone.

Ye Hansheng's mood has been very unstable these days. He spent most of the time in the bedroom. Zheng Xuan was afraid that he would mess around and watched his state all the time outside. He could only rely on the buckets of instant noodles he bought before coming.

Naturally, these gentleness do not know. He went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator and looked at it. There was nothing left in the refrigerator.

With a light sigh, Wen Run poked her head out of the kitchen and said, "There is no more food in the refrigerator, shall we go out and buy some?"

Zheng Xuan naturally agreed. The two changed their shoes and prepared to go out. Wen Run looked at Ye Han who was sitting alone, bulging his cheeks, and asked aloud: "Does Ye always go out with us?"

"Go ahead."

He didn't look back, so he straightened his back and sat quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his voice a bit hoarse and dry. Because of her back, Wen Run couldn't see the expression on his face, but vaguely felt that he was covered with a heavy twilight. It is different from any one I have seen before.

Unconsciously, he followed Zheng Xuan out and asked Wen Run after entering the elevator, "What's wrong with Mr. Ye? I feel like he is in a bad mood."

Zheng Xuan didn't explain too much, but just smiled and said, "He is in a bad mood these few days every year. It is more accurate than a girl's menstrual period."

Wen Run just wanted to ask why she was in a bad mood these days, when she suddenly remembered that Ye Hansheng's mother was no longer there. He also learned later that in the car accident five years ago, Ye Hansheng not only broke his legs. He also lost his mother, and even his only sister became a vegetable.

He seems to have a bad relationship with his father.

Thinking of him living alone in a big, unpopular house, Wen Run seemed to understand why he was in a bad mood.

He did not continue to question, but said to Zheng Xuan, "Buy more food today."

...

The supermarket in the district has not yet opened, and the two drove to the supermarket outside. Wenrun pushed the shopping cart, picked and picked, and bought half of the cart of vegetables and meat. When passing by the chicken stall, Wenrun thought that Ye Hansheng seemed to like chicken soup, so he added another chicken. Just before the checkout, they bought a few more fruits, and the two returned with a full load.

When he returned, Ye Hansheng was still sitting in his original position, motionless, like a static sculpture.

Zheng Xuanchao rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen to cook with Wen Run. Zheng Xuan didn't know how to cook at all. After helping a few times in the kitchen, he was kicked out. He could only go to Ye Hansheng bored.

Ye Hansheng faced the floor-to-ceiling windows, with his eyes down not knowing what he was thinking.

"It feels good to have someone cooking at home." Zheng Xuan leaned against the wall with his arms in his arms, and said to himself: "I feel that even the house is popular."

Ye Hansheng ignored him.

He made persistent efforts, "Jia Jia must like this sister-in-law."

Ye Hansheng raised his eyelids to look at him, then dropped back, still silent.

Zheng Xuan couldn't hold it any longer, glanced at the busy gentleman in the kitchen, lowered his voice and scolded him, "Just go on, don't cry with me when you run away."

Ye Han's lifeless voice finally moved, his thin lips opened slightly, and he uttered a word, "Go away."

"..."

Zheng Xuan stood up straight and compared his **** to him, gritted his teeth and said, "If you have the ability, don't eat it later."

Wen Run didn't know that the two men behind him quarreled secretly while he was not paying attention. He thought that they hadn't eaten New Year's Eve dinner, and it happened that they bought a lot of vegetables today and could make up.

The chicken soup was simmered first, and then the sausages and bacon brought from home were cut. After being busy for nearly two hours, I made nine dishes and one soup.

These dishes are actually a bit too much for three people. But in Wenrun's hometown, the tradition of New Year's Eve dinner is ten dishes, which means perfection. There must also be fish on the table, which means more than every year.

Since it is necessary to make up the New Year's Eve dinner, it is natural to follow the New Year's Eve dinner specifications.

The long marble dining table is full of freshly cooked vegetables, bacon with garlic, fried prawns with green onions, and sweet and sour fish. Potato roast beef brisket... Cordyceps chicken soup. The ten dishes are packed in delicate dishes, and just looking at them is appetizing.

Zheng Xuan went to the wine rack to get red wine, and when he passed by Ye Hansheng, he deliberately said, "Wenrun, you can push Mr. Ye, his wheelchair seems to be broken."

Wenrun was unclear, so he changed his apron and hurried out. Seeing Ye Han's hand resting on the wheel of the wheelchair, he believed it. Saying "I will push you over", he pushed Ye Han to the table.

The height of the wheelchair was a little short. Wen Run was afraid that it would be inconvenient for him to eat, so he brought a chair next to him and asked softly, "Should I help?"

Ye Hansheng took a deep look at him, shook his head slightly, and moved himself from the wheelchair to the chair next to him.

His arms are strong, and Wenrun even saw the muscles bulging under his clothes when he propped up his body. Ye Hansheng moved his body to the chair proficiently. He noticed that Wenrun was still looking at him, and finally turned to look at him, and said with a dumb voice. Thanks, "Thanks."

Wenrun looked at him with eyes wide open, smiled and shook his head and said it was not hard. Once again, he realized that his throat was so hoarse, so he filled him with a bowl of chicken soup and put it beside him, "Drink some soup to warm his stomach."

"I want to warm my stomach, too." Zheng Xuan took the selected red wine over, and took a strange sentence.

It's a pity that Wen Run didn't hear the ridicule in his words at all, and honestly put him a bowl of chicken soup in front of him. Zheng Xuan was choked and speechless, touched his nose and sat down sadly.

Ye Hansheng glanced at him coldly and turned his head to drink the soup slowly.

The bottle of red wine Zheng Xuan brought was not opened. On the contrary, I drank most of the pot of chicken soup.

After the meal, Zheng Xuan took the initiative to wash the dishes, and Wenrun pushed Ye Hansheng to the living room. After he sat down on the sofa, he picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. He didn't know what Ye Hansheng would do after dinner. Now Zheng Xuan was washing the dishes in the kitchen. He and Ye Hansheng were left in the living room. He didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to use the remote control to randomly adjust the console.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, each channel is still rebroadcasting the Spring Festival Gala. On TV, Guo Degang was talking about cross talk, and Yu Qian sang with him. Zheng Xuan, who was washing the dishes in the kitchen, heard the voice and ran out to watch for a while. Then wash the dishes.

Wen Run thought for a long time and finally thought of the topic. Turning his head and preparing to speak, he found that Ye Hansheng on the side was already asleep on the sofa.

The tall man slumped back into the black leather sofa. Even though he fell asleep, the corners of his mouth were still squeezed, and there were some unrested black people right now. His face was also a little pale, his pale thin lips were dry, and those dark eyes that had been heavy all day long were closed at this time, and the cold air lingering all over his body had faded a lot, and it turned out to be a bit pitiful.

Wen Runxin suddenly jumped up, and he whispered Ye Hansheng, but he seemed very tired and slept deeply. Wen Run leaned forward and yelled twice but didn't see him wake up, but a pair of sword eyebrows twisted uncomfortably. The center of the eyebrow squeezed a deep gully.

Looking at the kitchen like a thief, Zheng Xuan is still busy there. Wenrun unconsciously leaned closer, hesitated to raise his hand, pressed the fold between his eyebrows and quickly retracted his hand.

His skin was very cold, and Wenrun just touched it lightly, and his fingers seemed to be electrocuted. He dared not touch it again, turned down the TV sound, got up and went to the kitchen to find Zheng Xuan.

Hearing that someone was asleep on the sofa, Zheng Xuan raised his eyebrows and took a look, only to see the half of the dark back of his head exposed from the sofa.

"Just let him sleep on the sofa, don't wake up, he hasn't slept in two days." Zheng Xuan said in a low voice.

Wen Run looked surprised, but didn't ask any more, just asked him where the blanket was, then turned around and took it, and then carefully covered Ye Hansheng.

Ye Hansheng was sitting so leaning, his head tilted to one side, Wen Run was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable after a long sleep in this position. After thinking about it, he still half-holds him and lays him flat on the sofa. He took off his shoes again and put his hanging legs on the sofa.

The sofa is large. But Ye Hansheng is tall and long, and sleeping on it is still a little squeezed. Wenrun tucked a blanket for him, and squatted to watch him. Zheng Xuan said that he hadn't slept in two days. No wonder the blackness is so heavy right now, he didn't wake up even if he moved like this.

The warm eyes moved to his leg again, this was the first time he had touched Ye Hansheng's leg. Ye Hansheng is tall and long. Although he can't stand up anymore, his legs are still there. It just feels very thin to the touch. Compared with the arms that can bulge muscles, his legs appear too thin.

I heard that if the disabled legs do not exercise for a long time, the muscles will gradually atrophy and degenerate. Some suffer from pain when it rains. If you want to avoid suffering, you have to massage every day to promote blood circulation in the legs.

I don't know if Ye Hansheng has regular massage... Wenrun squatted on the side of the sofa, thinking in a mess.

While thinking about it, the doorbell suddenly rang, Ye Han's eyelashes trembled, as if struggling to wake up, Wen Run subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his ears, and whispered in his ear, "It's okay, go to sleep. ..."

Xu Ye's doorbell stopped, and Xu Ye's words worked. Ye Hansheng's expression settled down again, warmly and carefully stretched out his hand to press the fold between his eyebrows, then got up to open the door.

Zheng Xuan had already opened the door first, and he half-blocked the door with his body, not allowing anyone outside to come in.

Wen Run passed by, just in time to hear a woman softly say: "This is the second year of the middle school, and Han Sheng still refuses to go home. His father and I were very worried about him, so we came to have a look."

Zheng Xuan's voice was very cold, and there was a bit of sarcasm, "Ms. Qiu, are you tired from pretending to be so tired every day? I'm tired if you're not tired. Ye Han won't go back, so go away."

With a gentle gaze over him, she looked out the door, and saw a delicately dressed, gentle-looking woman with a young teenager standing at the door.

The woman was very young, she looked like she was in her early thirties, and her voice was soft and gentle. Even if Zheng Xuan choked, she didn't see her irritation. She still said gently: "The Ye family is his home, where can he go if he doesn't go back? There is also Jiajia’s disease. I heard that there is an expert from abroad who has successfully cured vegetatives. Both my dad and I want to send her to try..."

"Do you still dare to mention Jiajia?!" Before she could finish her words, Zheng Xuan choked her neck and gritted her teeth and said: "It's not you, how could Jiajia be like this?"

"What are you doing? Let go of my mom!"

The young man behind him severely broke his hand, guarded the woman behind him, and looked at him provocatively, "If my dad asked him to go back, who do you think would care about that lunatic? He had better die outside. Never go back to Ye's house!"

"Who are you crazy?"

Wen Run was hesitant to come forward. After listening to this for a while, he also guessed that the woman at the door should be Ye Hansheng’s stepmother Qiu Jihe. Judging from Zheng Xuan’s attitude, he also knew that Ye Hansheng’s relationship with this stepmother was very poor. This was other housework. He shouldn't mix things up, he was planning to go back quietly, but suddenly he heard the young man who followed him scolding Ye Han as a lunatic.

He was instinctively disgusted by this word, just as he was angry when he heard those people in the company say that Ye Han's voice is moody and mentally abnormal.

Ye Han declared that it was very good, but these people always tried to press these words on him, as if they could step on him in the mud and stand on the commanding heights cleanly.

Striding to the door, Wen Run coldly stared at the angry young man and said: "If you don't leave again, I will call the security guard."

Qiu Jihe didn't expect that Ye Hansheng's house would suddenly show a face she had never seen before. She squinted her eyes, coughed twice, and raised her smile again and said, "Are you a friend of Hansheng? I am his mother. You may not know much about our family affairs..."

"I don't understand your family affairs, but I also know that Ye Hansheng's mother has already passed away."

Wen Run interrupted her with a calm face, and pointed at Ye Qiuting behind her and said, "He was still cursing and cursing Ye Han just now. If you are really his mother, can you listen to others cursing your son to die outside?"

"If you want to recognize your son casually, you have to see if you have the qualifications to be a mother."

Qiu Jihe choked suddenly. He didn't think that the boy's mouth suddenly appeared so sharp. The gentle mask on her face almost couldn't be stretched. After taking two deep breaths, the red eyes grabbed the son who wanted to say something, and smiled barely. Said: "I know that Han Sheng has always been reluctant to admit my mother. He misunderstood me and his father, and I am unwilling to force him. But there will be a banquet at home tomorrow, and many of the elders of the Ye family will arrive. His father asked him to be sure. Go back."

With a sullen face, Wen Run coldly said to the security guard on the other side of the corridor who hesitated to come over: "These two men suddenly came up and they had to recognize their sons. I suspect they are a scam group. What did your security do? People have been put in?"

Qiu Jihe and Ye Qiuting both looked unsightly now, and the security guard smiled and invited them down politely. They naturally knew Qiu Jihe. Who can not know the wife of the chairman of the Yip Group?

If you can be a security guard here, you can't have bad eyesight, so as soon as they heard that the other party was looking for Mr. Ye, they readily let them go. Who knows that doing bad things with good intentions actually hit this kind of wealthy privates.

The security guard repeatedly apologized, and did not dare to say harsh words to Qiu Jihe's mother and son, so he could only ask the other party to go down with care.

"Next time I will let people come up, I will complain to you." Wen Run snorted coldly, and closed the door hard without looking at the ugly face of the mother and son at the door.

As soon as she closed the door, Wen Run became discouraged, like a puppy with drooping ears, and asked Zheng Xuan pitifully, "I didn't cause trouble, right?"

He later realized that he was embarrassed by his behavior of overstepping, "I just listened to them scolding Mr. Ye. I was so angry..."

Zheng Xuan held his arms in his arms, looked at him interestingly, rubbed his head with a smile, and said happily: "No trouble, you did a good job." If Ye Hansheng saw it, he might even praise him.

"But you hate that woman so much?" Zheng Xuan was surprised. You must know that Qiu Jihe has always been acting, and she is best at pretending to be a mother in front of others. If someone who doesn't know the Ye family's internal affairs and sees her submissive appearance, she might be deceived. But I didn't expect Wenrun to save her a bit of face today.

Wen Run puffed up her face and said disgustedly: "Her acting skills are too bad. The lines are good, but the eyes and body details are too fake." At first glance, she was uneasy.

Zheng Xuan didn't expect this to be the reason, he was taken aback for a while and then chuckled, then rubbed him vigorously without holding back.

The two whispered a few words in the hallway, Wenrun stepped lightly to watch Ye Hansheng, Ye Hansheng was still asleep, and was not awakened by the noise at the door, probably finally got a rest, the folds between his eyebrows were loose and flat. Even the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, it seemed that he had a good dream.

It's just that the blanket on his body slipped to the ground, and one leg also slipped off the sofa.

Wenrun sighed a little, put his legs back on the sofa, and covered him with the blanket, his eyes became more distressed.

No wonder he didn't even eat New Year's Eve during the New Year, and it is no wonder Zheng Xuan said that he did not sleep for two days. Although Wen Run did not ask, he was somewhat guessing in his heart. But the uncertain speculation is far less shocking than seeing it in person. Wen Run thought of his poor acting stepmother, and thought of his father who had found the company and smashed his head. She felt deeply that if she had a stepmother, she would have a stepdad. Poor Ye Hansheng had a home and couldn't go back, so he could only live alone in this big house with no popularity at all.

If you have a chance in the future, you must treat him better, warmly looking at Ye Hansheng's sleeping face, and thought inwardly.

The author has something to say: Little Theater, Mr. Ye: My wife is really amazing.