"Yang Jiali, drink, drink more!"

"I'll get you drunk today—"

Yang Jiali stood up tremblingly as he listened to the clamor in his ear.

His eyes were dense with blood and drunkenness, and a trace of calmness and sobriety supported by him, like the last dead leaf hanging on a dry branch, teetering.

Suppressing the feeling of vomiting in his stomach, he smiled at the man who had passed the wine glass next to him and said, "But Guan Lord, I really can't do it."

The man sneered: "Men can't say they can't. How do you accompany this wine. You're such a loser"

Yang Jiali laughed dryly and said to his heart, he was just a little star who was coaxed by his agent to accompany him. In this box, the man sitting in the box was rich and arrogant, and he was always asking him to drink. Fuck.

With this method of persuasion, the dead can be fed alive.

If it weren't for resources for his assembled team, he'd have to suffer. In the usual time, someone would dare to pour him so desperately. According to his violent temper and whoever he is, he would have to punch him back to his mother’s womb with a fist. In the womb, let him experience what is the offering of love.

Yang Jiali held the table and said with a hoarse voice: "Guan Lord, I really can't drink anymore. Please forgive me."

The man snorted, showing dissatisfaction and threats: "Yang Jiali, you are not as good as a dog. Letting you drink is to give you face, understand?"

He raised his glass, his voice getting colder: "Either drink it or get out, choose it."

Yang Jiali clenched his fists abruptly and pinched his nails into his palm.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and snatched the wine glass from the man's hand.

Fifty-five degrees liquor, dry in one mouth.

A boisterous laugh broke out on the wine table.

Amidst the laughter, Yang Jiali's feet weakened and he almost fell to the ground.

There were stars in front of his eyes, vomit was rising and his stomach was burning.

Yang Jiali suspected that he might be played to death today.

After three rounds of wine, that group of men have not enjoyed themselves yet.

One of them came up with an idea again, pointed at Yang Jiali arrogantly, and yelled like calling a cat or dog: "Yang Jiali, don't you know how to sing? What are you doing here, sing a few songs for fun, go."

Yang Jiali clutched his stomach: "Brother Liu, you hear my voice drink like this. It's worse than playing a huqin. You are not afraid to get your ears dirty."

"If I let you go, you just go," Brother Liu threw a few bills over, and said impatiently, "Don't be shameless."

Yang Jiali stared at the bills soaked in wine and took a deep breath.

He said with a foxy smile: "Okay, then I'll sing "Dancing Girl's Tears" to you."

Just in line with his current mood.

"I don't want to listen to this."

"Then tell me, what do you want to listen to."

Brother Liu kicked off the chair, walked to the front of the karaoke table in the box, tickled the corner of his mouth, and pointed to the screen: "Just sing this song."

Yang Jiali raised his eyelids and looked at it, ashamedly.

This was a pornographic song. It was very blue.

Compared with the bold and wild scale of the song, the chicken sisters who had been up and down in the whorehouse for decades appear innocent and shy, like the white lotus in the pond, clean and untainted.

Yang Jiali's smile couldn't be stretched anymore.

With a red ear, he pointed to the screen: "Brother Liu, this song is not great, okay, can we play something fresh and refined."

Brother Liu: "What do you think you are, just an actor, can you sing or not?"

A microphone was given to Yang Jiali.

There was a melody in the speaker, and the lights flashed all over the box crazily.

Yang Jiali squeezed the microphone and felt the smirking gazes of these masters behind him. He felt like a plucked bird, shame and powerless, shivering in the cold wind alone.

Yang Jiali closed his eyes, knowing that he might have been humiliated to the end.

He gritted his teeth and was about to break the jar and open his mouth to sing. Suddenly behind him, the Guan Lord steward's cry: "Wait, don't sing."

Brother Liu, who encouraged Yang Jiali to sing sex songs, was dissatisfied: "Lao Guan, what are you doing."

Guan Load's expression became more serious, and his knuckles knocked on the table: "Mr Ye is here."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of all the people on the table changed, and there was a lot of discussion.

"Mr. Ye actually came, it's rare."

"Didn't he engage in capital operations in the United States with his father, is he back?"

"I have just returned to the country a few days ago. I heard that this time we are going to take root here."

Before Yang Jiali could react, the box door was pushed open.

A man came in from outside.

Black shirt and black trousers, shiny leather shoes, imposing.

The face was masculine, but there was no smile on his face, his expression was cold, and there was more oppression and alienation for no reason.

Standing in the corner, Yang Jiali was stunned when he saw the man's profile.

The crazy lantern shined on Yang Jiali's face mottled and embarrassed, his face was flushed with extreme shock.

Even if the person in front of him had been burned to ashes and put into the ashes pot, he could identify him by the smell.

Ye Ting.

His four-year college roommate and ex-boyfriend.

Back then, he and Ye Ting were well-known male couples in the School of Economics of the University of Commerce.

The whole academy knew that Yang Jiali, whose mind was off-line, had a boyfriend, Ye Ting, the cold and steady chairman of the student union.

Relying on Ye Ting's relationship and prestige, Yang Jiali was able to walk arrogantly in academy and didn’t get a hit.

Ye Ting was also a peerless boyfriend, and he wanted to spoil Yang Jiali so much.

Others were always cowering in front of Ye Ting, and they had to put their words on the scale before daring to spit out.

Only Yang Jiali, even if he jumped onto Ye Ting's back and used him as a donkey in front of everyone, and then raised his arms and shouted Demacia. It is estimated that Ye Ting would only look helpless and shout long live in cooperation.

But even if they were so sweet, they ended up without a problem in the end, and they had a bad breakup.

When they graduated from the senior year, they broke up under the heath tree that exuded the smell of mystical philosophy at the east gate of the school.

Others speculated about the reason for the breakup. Some people said that Yang Jiali finally angered Ye Ting, and some people said that Ye Ting found a more handsome boy and cheated.

In short, opinions varied.

The reason for this is only clear to them.

Ye Ting entered the box, and first nodded to the men on the wine table and exchanged greetings.

After receiving a round of flattery, Ye Ting walked slowly to the corner and stood in front of the embarrassed Yang Jiali.

Yang Jiali felt extremely embarrassed.

Homosexuals who were able to hold hands boldly and enthusiastically with a secular vision back then, now, one was a powerful person who was probably surrounded by people and did... um.

The other, dirty wine stains all over his face, blood red eyes, was humiliated here for resources and money.

Ye Ting stared at Yang Jiali for a long time, thoughtfully.

After a long while, he stretched out his hand in a cold voice: "It's you, long time no see."

Yang Jiali lowered his head slightly, staring at Ye Ting's outstretched hand, his heart trembled.

This hand once held his hand, wrapped his waist, used to wrap him with a scarf on a snowy day, and stroked his face countless times, using gentle force to explain the full of distress and love.

Yang Jiali had a slight fever in his eyes.

He hurriedly wiped his hands on his clothes, trying to hold Ye Ting's hand back.

Ye Ting seemed to be impatient, before Yang Jiali touched him, he withdrew his hand without hesitation and turned around indifferently.

Yang Jiali stretched out his hand and froze.

Inexplicably, my heart seemed to have been cut with a knife, aching.

A master yelled at Yang Jiali: "Yang, what are you doing, winking, come over to accompany Mr. Ye for a drink."

Yang Jiali lost his soul and sat back at the dining table.

Ye Ting was really mature now, his family background, ability and status were the most remarkable among the pile of masters, no one dared not give him face.

Yang Jiali only looked at the people in the audience and offered Ye Ting a few cups in kind, but no one dared to persuade Ye Ting to drink.

The wine bureau was over, and the second generations of the rich masters bid farewell and dispersed.

It was difficult for Yang Jiali to stand, because he drank too much alcohol, his stomach hurt, and his calf was sore

He leaned on the wine table and tried to stand up.

Ye Ting didn't even look at him, and put on his jacket.

When he was about to leave, he looked at Yang Jiali with a cold eye: "Can't stand up?"

Yang Jiali: "No, it's okay..."

There was no emotion in Ye Ting's voice: "Obviously, your drinking volume is poor, and you still go to the wine bureau to accompany them, how come you have become so tacky now."

Yang Jiali's eyes were as drunk as a rabbit.

He raised his head and snorted: "Life is bitter and I have to open business. I have to make a living too."

Ye Ting snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and picked up Yang Jiali.

He took Yang Jiali, who was sloppy, to the outside of Wennan Mansion.

Yang Jiali shivered from the cold.

Ye Ting hired a rental car and stuffed Yang Jiali in: "Tell me the address with the driver."

Yang Jiali was lying on the window, staring at Ye Ting with drunken eyes like two puppies.

Ye Ting frowned: "What do you want to say."

Yang Jiali said dazedly: "Thank you for helping me."

Ye Ting said, "It's a piece of cake."

Yang Jiali was already getting drunk and getting dizzy, and he didn't speak through his brain: "Ye Ting, how are you doing these years."

Ye Ting nodded: "Very good."

Yang Jiali let out a flabbergasted voice: "That's right, looking at your posture, the hair is full of the aura of successful people. It's good, good."

He rolled his Adam's apple and couldn't help asking again: "Then you—"

Ye Ting interrupted coldly, "None of your Business."

Yang Jiali lowered his eyelids: "I see."

The scene was embarrassing, Yang Jiali suddenly saw the luxury car parked next to them came out a boy.

The boy was quite young, his whole person was full of vigor, and he looked like a hearty character who loves to laugh.

The boy walked up to Ye Ting and said with a smile, "Brother Ting, why is it so long."

Ye Ting looked at him, had a rare chuckle, and said, "I make you wait for a long time, so I'm leaving now. Isn't it cold, or should I take off my coat for you?"

The boy shook his head: "No need."

Ye Ting turned his head to Yang Jiali, his tone becoming impatient: "Do you have anything to say."

Yang Jiali: "It's gone now."

Ye Ting: "Yeah."

He turned around and walked back to the car with the boy.

Yang Jiali saw Ye Ting open the door for the boy, and put his hand on the top to prevent him from knocking his head. He was careful and pampered, as if a treasure was in his arms.

Yang Jiali watched the lights of the luxury car fade away in the dark.

For a long time, he retracted his gaze and leaned on the car seat. He was jealous.

The driver in front waited anxiously and asked, "Young man, where are you going? Give me an address."

Yang Jiali swallowed, just about to speak, the acid in his stomach suddenly rushed up.

He panicked to take out the stomach medicine from the inside pocket of his clothes.

Before the medicine was taken out, he could only slam into the car door, staggering to the nearest trash can, holding the trash can, as if he was like a poor pye-dog. After being thrown away, no one cares, he can only feed from the dirty garbage.

He couldn't stand still, thumped and fell to his knees, and then he vomited into the dark.

Yang Jiali had a dream.

He dreamed of him and Ye Ting when he was in college.

At that time, he and Ye Ting were still together and hey loved each other very much. They displayed their affection publicly in the school, which even school's stray dogs envied them.

He remembered that it was the day Ye Ting ran for the chairman of the student union. As soon as it was announced, he dragged Ye Ting to the restaurant to celebrate.

After the celebration, Yang Jiali asked Ye Ting: "Would you like to have a gift? Your dad, I am in a good mood today. What do you want, tell me!"

Ye Ting didn't say a word, and took Yang Jiali's hand to the nearest love hotel.

Yang Jiali was coaxed into bed by Ye Ting.

He looked at Ye Ting standing on the bedside-still wearing the white shirt and black trousers used during the campaign. He was handsome and upright. He was an imaginary actor who could make countless girls dream in their head before going to bed. He also was the dreamboat for the bottom craving until midnight.

Yang Jiali ridiculed: "You pretended to be serious on the podium during the day, and sneaked me to the hotel at night, Ting brother, awesome!"

Ye Ting didn't answer, he chose to be an activist who said it all.

The two young people who were young and full of vigor and they did until half past four in the morning.

Ye Ting hugged Yang Jiali and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

Although Yang Jiali was so tired that his calves trembled, he was amused in nature. He lay in the bathtub and rubbed his body with a bath ball. While rubbing, he cried out addictedly: "I am no longer that 20-year-old innocent boy. The virgin barrier that I has been holding for 20 years is broken today. Ye Ting, I'm so dirty!"

Ye Ting grabbed Yang Jiali who was out of the line and gave him a kiss, and blocked his mouth.

At that time, the sky was still dark, Yang Jiali was lying on the marble table next to the bathtub, watching the bright lights outside.

Yang Jiali had enough trouble, and asked Ye Ting in a low voice: "Do you think we will always be together? Will you abandon me in the future."

Ye Ting closed his eyes: "No."

"So sure?"

Ye Ting hugged Yang Jiali, leaned in his ear, and said softly and earnestly: "Baby, I will be the most loyal guard in your life. From now on, no matter how far you go, wherever you go in the world, if turn your head you can see me, I swear."

Yang Jiali trembled, turned his head slightly, and touched Ye Ting's lips.

They couldn't help but start kissing.

Yang Jiali spoke presumptuously, but was very passive when kissing; Ye Ting talked few words, and kissing was extremely fierce.

When they kissed, there was a faint morning light on the horizon, the lights of the city at dawn fell one after another, and small breakfast stalls began to appear on the street, and smoke and fire, along with the hot mist of soy milk, drifted all over the whole city.

That moment was so beautiful.

Yang Jiali woke up from the dream, his whole heart still stuck in the dream, unable to extricate himself.

It took a long time before he returned to reality.

He looked at the small, dark bedroom, at the empty bedside.

The person who once said that he would be the most loyal guard in his life, now he was cuddling others in his arms.

The person who once vowed to follow closely no matter where he went to the world, didn't know which intersection he was at, turned and left, and never followed.

When the love was strong, the love becomes weak.

Only then did Yang Jiali come to understand: Ye Ting only loved him for a short time, and when the love was over, he would love others.

The few years of youth they spent together was like a violent rainstorm, and it was over.

Everyone was growing, and no one was waiting for anyone.

The harsh alarm sounded, pulling Yang Jiali out of his thoughts.

Yang Jiali wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, laughed at himself twice, turned off the alarm clock, and pulled his slippers into the bathroom to wash.

Ye Ting was now a high-ranking person who didn’t want to have any relation with him. He had no worries about food and clothes as well as love.

And he had to continue to worry about work and rent.

While brushing his teeth, Yang Jiali looked at himself in the mirror, smiled, and said to himself: "Too realistic, life is too realistic, fuck."

After finishing that, Yang Jiali went to his brokerage company.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the brokerage company, he saw the other two members of their team standing at the door waiting for him.

Both of these members were named Li, and Yang Jiali is used to calling them Big Li and Small Li. The inspiration for this name came from "Bears Infested".

Li Dali Er had a dream of being a star since he was young, and felt that when he debuted, he would definitely be a global hit, and fans would be chasing him wherever he went.

They even figured out how to educate fans to chase stars sensibly. But reality is reality after all. After so many years of debut, they still played a bit role that no one cares about. The only time they were on TV was when the agricultural TV station in their hometown spared 30 seconds to show their dancing clips after the pig feeding program ended.

Then the TV station received a complaint from enthusiastic audiences: shit dance, dancing like a village old aerobics, it was better to feed the pigs!

As the captain of this team, Yang Jiali was really struggling to take the two of them.

Big Li and Small Li met Yang Jiali, and asked immediately: "Brother Yang, did you get resources while drinking with those masters last night."

Yang Jiali sat on the steps and shook his head.

Big Li was worried: "What should we do? The boss has issued an ultimatum. If we can't get the resources anymore, let us disband."

Small Li gritted his teeth: "It really doesn't work. Let's go to the foot massage parlor next door to try. I heard that there are recruiting two singers."

Yang Jiali sighed, thought for a long time, and patted his thigh: "I'm going to find the boss."

He entered the company and went directly to the boss's office.

Sitting down at the boss's desk, Yang Jiali explained the fact that he hadn't succeeded last night, and he hadn't gotten the resources even though he had accompanied with the wine and vomited.

The boss was dangling a cigarette, with a tough attitude: "I still said that, if you can't pull the resources, the company has no need to continue to sign the contract with you. Disband when you have to. Don't be an eyesore."

Yang Jiali was unwilling: "Can you really give another chance."

The boss sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Xiao Yang, do you think I don't want to give you another chance. I tell you, it's the order from above."

Yang Jiali blinked: "Huh?"

"My small brokerage company belongs to the financial investment group above. You should know this."

Yang Jiali nodded.

"The group has recently changed its leadership and a new president has arrived. As soon as he took office, he had drastically carried out internal reforms. Redundant investment projects that did not make money and had no prospects were all cut-you are on the list of being cut. Understand?"

Yang Jiali is anxious: "We will plan and develop well, and we will definitely be able to make money for the company in the future. Can you..."

"What's the use of you telling me," the boss rolled his eyes. "The president of the group wants you to get out, how can I keep you."

Yang Jiali: "Then I go and beg him, will it work?"

The boss froze for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter: "The chief executive has everything he can do. Do you think he sees all kinds of people? You don't want to think about what you are. You kneel and beg him, and he won't bother to look at you. Xiao Yang , How many people last night and how do you drink like that?"

Yang Jiali withered.

The boss laughed enough, wiped away the tears from his laughter, and said, "If you are really tough, you can try to go and beg him."

Yang Jiali mumbled: "I don't even know what he looks like, try a fart."

The boss clicked the mouse and clicked on a web page: "Just him, he's in the position of president at such a young age, tusk."

Yang Jiali slumped his shoulders, raised his eyelids weakly and took a look.

With just such a glance, he was stupefied like a thunder.

The screen showed the announcement of appointment and dismissal on the group's official website, a few lines of text, and a picture below.

In the group photo, the group's new young president, in a black suit, handsome, upright, and energetic, stood among the many elites, without losing any momentum.

Yang Jiali was so familiar with this face, he could recognize it at a glance.

Ye Ting.

Yang Jiali came out of the company and was upset.

As he walked out like wanting a fight with someone, he thought to himself: How could he be Ye Ting, how could he be Ye Ting the fuck?

It can be Wang Ting, Li Ting, Pig Ting and Dog Ting.

The president could be anyone but jim

Yang Jiali felt that God must have seen him have been too comfortable lately, his teeth were good, his appetite was good, he ate well and slept well, so he took a little time out of his busy schedule and smashed a pot of dog blood on his head. He knew that there were the lessons from the society.

Yang Jiali rubbed his temples and walked out the door with a sullen face.

Big Li and Small Li also embarrassed him outside like two stinky piles.

Seeing Yang Jiali, they hurriedly greeted him.

Big Li asked: "Brother Yang, how is it, did the boss let go."

Yang Jiali raised his eyes and glanced at them, and said dryly, "What do you think."

Small Li quietly pulled Big Li 's sleeve, and whispered: "Don't ask, it should be unsuccessful. Look at his face, the old donkey's expression is just like this."

Yang Jiali rolled his eyes.

He cleared his throat, pretending to be indifferent and said, "I'll ask you two questions."

Big Li : "As long as you don't ask for Alipay password, you can ask anything."

Yang Jiali put his hands in his pockets and looked away: "Yes, that, ah, I have a friend who encountered a problem. Only his ex-boyfriend can help him with this problem. But he had a very unpleasant relationship with his ex-boyfriend back then. You guys, should he bow down to find his ex-boyfriend?"

Big Li and Small Li glanced at each other.

Small Li: "The friend you are talking about, is it yourself or not?"

Yang Jiali's dangling body stopped abruptly, his face and the roots of his ears visibly boiled red.

He stared, tearing Li Er's mouth apart with his eyes, and said angrily: "Forget it, forget it, I don't bother to tell you, it's annoying!"

He hurried down the steps, left the two stinky piles behind, and drove home by himself.

Went back to the crowded and small rental house.

Yang Jiali was sitting on the ground with little sheep dolls all over the floor.

He first made himself a bowl of instant noodles, and then took out a small iron box from under the coffee table.

The iron box contains the business cards of all the powerful and resourceful bosses he has collected for so long.

Yang Jiali spread out a stack of business cards in a row as if playing bridge, then bowed three times like a Buddha, cheeky, and started making calls one by one.

Unfortunately, reality is reality after all.

These big bosses either didn't answer his call, or they refused impatiently.

Occasionally, one or two people who said they would like to reward some resources for support, also vaguely reminded Yang Jiali--you must first go to one place to do something for the resources. If you ask where to go, the Imperial Hotel 608.

Yang Jiali was silent for a few seconds, dropped some words, fuck you, and hung up the phone.

In this way, these paths were closed.

Yang Jiali's heart sank even more, and he stuffed instant noodles into his mouth with a solemn face.

Halfway through the instant noodles, the smart speaker on the table turned on without knowing what to do. The mechanical female voice said in a dumbfounded manner: "Tmall Elf will serve you and play songs for you, "There is no tomorrow"."

Yang Jiali had an old blood stalk in his throat.

He sucked the instant noodles into his mouth with a sigh, and grabbed the small speaker viciously: "Even you are so mentally handicapped to laugh at me at this time. There is no tomorrow, and I fucking let you have no next second."

He threw it so hard that the small speaker thumped into the bucket and stopped.

Yang Jiali grabbed a pillow and put it on his face, his voice exaggerated and desperate: "It's too difficult, I'm too difficult."

He didn't go back to bed, so he sat on the ground and leaned on the sofa, thinking about everything, and stayed up all night.

When the sky lighted up again, Yang Jiali's eyes were bloodshot, looking at the sky light outside.

He sniffed and stood up suddenly.

He laughed at himself twice: "So what about being a bitch, self-esteem is something, it's better than starving to death."

He quickly went into the bathroom to wash, grabbed a denim jacket and put it on his body, and walked out quickly.

He took a car to Guanghui Financial Investment Group.

Yang Jiali walked into the luxuriously decorated building with some guilty conscience.

The lady at the front desk stopped him and asked him to make an appointment.

Yang Jiali only decided to come this morning, where the appointment came, blushing and asked the lady at the front desk if he could go straight up and wait.

The lady at the front desk was gentle and resolute: "Sorry, this won't work. Mr. Ye is very busy and does not accept visits without an appointment."

Yang Jiali had no way and said: "Then what, I'm your former President Ye... college classmate, can you help me contact him? He hears my name and should consider meeting me."

The lady at the front desk still smiled and shook her head.

Yang Jiali was at a loss, thinking about it, and not embarrassing others, sat down by the hall, and put on a posture of waiting for the rabbit.

He just waited. He waited for Ye Ting when this canny fox got out of the hole.

The hall was full of elites in suits and leather shoes. Only Yang Jiali, with a denim jacket and white shoes, was clean and fresh, but out of place.

Yang Jiali didn't care too much either, with the strange eyes of others, stubbornly waited from morning until noon.

At about 12:30, Yang Jiali was really hungry and painful, and was about to go outside to get some food first, when the special elevator on the side dinged suddenly and opened.

Bright black shoes stepped out of the elevator car.

Ye Ting, wearing a haute couture shirt and trousers, walked out of the elevator with no expression on his face.

Afterwards, another pretty boy emerged from the elevator, and he followed Ye Ting closely, as if he was the one I had seen at the gate of Wennan Mansion last time.

Ye Ting walked steadily, and when he saw Yang Jiali, his eyes narrowed displeasedly.

Yang Jiali clasped his hands indiscriminately, and his palms were so nervous that they were sweating.

Pretending to be calm, he smiled and said, "Ye Ting, I--"

Ye Ting ignored him and turned his head to solemnly reprimanded the lady at the front desk: "What's the matter with you, the group is not a shelter, don't let all cats or dogs in, do your job well."

When Yang Jiali heard this, his face suddenly became hot, as if he was slapped in the face suddenly.

Ye Ting didn't look at Yang Jiali, who was flushed with embarrassment, his ears were hot and embarrassed. Instead, he withdrew his gaze, and asked the beautiful boy beside him gently: "Okay, I'll send you here. I'll let the driver wait for you outside. Go to school, don't make your tutor angry again next time, just listen to him."

The boy carried his bag: "I know, Brother Ting, then I'm leaving."

Ye Ting also smiled at him: "Go, and call me if you have anything."

With a bright and hearty smile, the boy left the building.

Ye Ting watched his back disappear, then slowly turned around, his indifferent gaze fixed on Yang Jiali.

Yang Jiali lowered his head, always feeling like an unwelcome, ridiculous clown.

Ye Ting's voice was cold: "What are you doing here."

Yang Jiali looked like a child who was reprimanded by the teacher for doing something wrong. He looked at the toes of his shoes and said dullly, "I want to talk to you."

"I don't think there is anything we need to say," Ye Ting raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "You can go now."

Yang Jiali suffocated, his cheeks were burning with embarrassment.

Ye Ting was such a character, he knew better than anyone else.

He could spoil those who are in his eyes and heart. He could even reach for the stars and the moon for that person.

But to other people, Ye Ting didn't waste his emotions at all, and he was too lazy to give a look.

Yang Jiali hadn't felt it before, but now he had become the one who was coldly treated by Ye Ting His chest was strangely uncomfortable.

He laughed in his heart about being affectionate.

He should have figured it out a long time ago. The relationship between him and Ye Ting had been in the past for several years, and Ye Ting may have forgotten about it a long time ago. He guessed he didn't even bother to think about it.

Ye Ting walked out early and fought fiercely with other beautiful and clean boys, but he was still secretly trapped in his memories.

Yang Jiali adjusted his emotions and took a deep breath: "I'm sorry. I didn't want to disturb you, but I really want to talk to you about something."

Ye Ting stared at Yang Jiali without speaking.

Yang Jiali looked up at him and said tentatively: "It will take you half an hour."

Ye Ting still said nothing.

Yang Jiali gritted his teeth: "Ten minutes, I will occupy you for ten minutes, and I will roll after I finish speaking, so that it won't dirty your eyes."

Ye Ting's eyes were deep, and for a long time, he silently walked to the special elevator: "Go upstairs."

Yang Jiali breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to Ye Ting's side.

Ye Ting frowned and looked at the illuminated floor numbers: "This is a high-rise elevator."

Yang Jiali was taken aback, and the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally. Then he stuck out his tongue pretending to be natural, and said with a smile: "Oh, my mind is confused again. This special elevator needs to be used by Ye President and Ye President's darling. What am I doing now... Okay, I'll go sit in the ordinary."

Yang Jiali walked quickly to the front of the ordinary elevator.

Ye Ting's special elevator came down quickly, and he walked into the elevator car.

Yang Jiali was still waiting outside the elevator door. He looked at the slowly changing numbers and muttered to himself: "A man can bend and stretch, and be a bitch for ten minutes. He will be happy for a lifetime. Your father, I was afraid of you?"

The door of an ordinary elevator opened.

Yang Jiali took a deep breath and strode into the elevator.