I Just Want to Divorce

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became weird. Even Zhou Zhensheng, who had been carefree all the time, seemed to feel something. He lowered his head and pretended to be looking at his phone. Aim around.

In the silence, Yan Xiao re-posted the group photo to the group, and said calmly, "There was a problem with the focus of the camera just now."

"Really?" Ye Fei's mischievous laughter suddenly came from beside him. He leaned on his chin with one hand and looked at Yan Xiao meaningfully, as if he could easily see through the superficial disguise.

Yan Xiao said "yes", holding the phone tightly.

My heart was beating so fast that it almost burst out of my chest. It was the first time that Yan Xiao had such a contradictory mentality, and he was afraid that he would see it through, and that he would never see it through.

"So—" Ye Fei rubbed the pillow in her arms, the corners of her lips slightly curled up, "I thought it was President Yan's poor skills."

The air was instantly stagnant.

"Shit!" Gu Ruijia slammed a pillow over and scolded with a smile, "This way you can drive, do you need me to make a room for the two of you now?"

Ye Fei hid back, Yan Xiao sat very close to him, and when he moved like this, his back pressed against Yan Xiao.

"Thank you, no need." Ye Fei was thick-skinned, took a sip of wine without changing her face, and accepted Gu Ruijia's joke with a smile.

Zhou Zhensheng chuckled, choked his throat and said meanly, "Don't you know Mr. Yan's skills the best?" He glanced at Yan Xiao with a serious face, "Yes, Mr. Yan."

Yan Xiao actually didn't understand what they were talking about. His thinking was still stuck on the wrong photo, and he mistakenly thought that the other people were talking about the camera technology.

He has not been professionally appraised and does not know which range his true level is in. But thinking that the single photo of Ye Fei just now was taken, only he was qualified to say whether it was good or not, so he nodded and said, "Yes."

Suddenly screams and whistles flew through the house, almost toppling the roof.

Gu Ruijia patted the coffee table so loudly that the wine flew out of the cup.

A few people became crazy, and sure enough, the big guy is the big guy, he can play!

Ye Fei choked the wine down her throat and coughed so hard. His face was slightly red, and he glared at Yan Xiao: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Obviously he started it himself, but in turn, he blamed others for being unpretentious.

How is it nonsense?

Yan Xiao was puzzled and was about to speak when Ye Fei suddenly covered his mouth with her backhand.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it." If I go on, I don't know where I'm going.

Ye Fei was leaning on his shoulder, and when she turned around, it was as if she took the initiative to nestle in Yan Xiao's arms.

Yan Xiao lowered his eyes.

He was half a head shorter than himself, his face was white and small, and his eyes were slightly watery because of a violent cough, showing a completely different kind of well-behaved than usual.

After seven years of secret love and six months of marriage, the two have never been so close.

Yan Xiao's lips pressed against Ye Fei's palm, feeling the temperature of his skin, and suddenly had an untimely impulse.

He wants to hug him, kiss him, want him to get different emotions because of himself...

But reason immediately jumped out to block this strong emotion, because I liked it too much, so I couldn't bear the risk of losing a bit.

In the end, Yan Xiao just restrained and hugged Ye Fei's waist, afraid that he would find out, so he didn't dare to use too much strength, and only hugged her gently.

Ye Fei really didn't realize that, he was thinking about the photo just posted to the group.

Because the focus was too forward, not only did his face get bigger, but the edges were a little blurry, which was particularly ugly.

With this gesture, he reached for Yan Xiao's phone and demanded, "Delete that photo."

Yan Xiao raised his wrist, dodging his movements.

"Okay, I don't look at your phone." Ye Fei thought he didn't want to touch his phone. After all, in today's information society, a phone is a person's greatest privacy. "You can delete it yourself."

Yan Xiao still didn't move, and said, "I'll delete it when I go back."

"Why wait to go back," Ye Fei was dissatisfied and pushed Yan Xiao, "Delete it now."

He turned his eyes around Yan Xiao, and raised his eyes, like a little fox who was just trying to make a bad idea: "You don't want to threaten me with my ugly photos, right?"

ugly? Yan Xiao felt that there might be a problem with Ye Fei's self-awareness. Where is it ugly, it is obviously very beautiful.

"Come on," Ye Fei couldn't help but urged, "Otherwise, I'll really steal your phone."

Yan Xiao couldn't refuse Ye Fei, especially now that Ye Fei was nestled in his arms, his eyes were full of his reflection. He slowly unlocked his phone and clicked on the photo.

"Hurry up and delete it." Ye Fei didn't want to look at it any more, she looked away in disgust.

Yan Xiao clicked on the lower right corner and pressed the "Delete Photo" option. Seeing this, Ye Fei was finally satisfied, and continued chatting with Gu Ruijia and the others without any psychological burden.

I don't know, in the next second, Yan Xiao clicked into the recently deleted album and restored the photo.

It's just a pity that Ye Fei didn't continue to rely on him.

"Ye Fei, the stock you recommended last time is absolutely perfect." After drinking almost, a group of people chatted around the coffee table, Zhou Zhensheng swallowed the double-skinned milk in his mouth and turned to look at Ye Fei, "My mother bought it too. After a little bit, it went up a lot the next day, and she regretted buying less."

If he didn't mention it, Ye Fei almost forgot about it. He logged into the software, and as soon as he refreshed it, he saw that the money he had invested had doubled several times in just a few days.

It's a pity that his principal is too small, otherwise he can pay off Yan Xiao's debts just by buying stocks, and he still needs to work hard to discuss projects.

Ye Fei thought about it, and almost a week later, the U.S. stock market continued to fall, and two circuit breakers were triggered one after another. This time, even this stock is not exempt.

"Sell it in a few days," Ye Fei remembered the days of the circuit breaker. After all, it was a big event enough to go down in history, but I can't remember exactly when this stock started to fall. "It's not very good recently."

"Hey?" Sun Qiong was taken aback, "No way, I think the momentum is right now, and there can be another wave."

"If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. It's not normal for it to rise so fast." Ye Fei said something vaguely, and in front of several people, she sold the stock without hesitation.

"Wow, you're really selling." Zhou Zhensheng wanted to be stubborn, but when he saw Ye Fei's actions, his heart beat a drum. Ye Fei can be so clean, does it mean that this stock is really dead?

On the other hand, Gu Ruijia, Ye Fei said what she said, and immediately sold the stock.

"Stop the ink," Gu Ruijia kicked Zhou Zhensheng and said impatiently, "Ye Fei can still cheat on you."

Zhou Zhensheng thought about it too. Although he was still reluctant, his previous experience told him that it was better to listen to Ye Fei. He gritted his teeth and started working on the software.

Everyone has a herd mentality, and after a few friends sold out, Sun Qiong no longer insisted. While entering the password, he asked Ye Fei, "Is there any such stock? I will not refuse anyone who comes."

"Thinking beautifully," Ye Fei glanced at him, "If I'm so sure, I'll make a fortune from this."

Sun Qiong thought about it too, and stopped talking.

"But..." Ye Fei suddenly changed the conversation, "I'm interested in science fiction movies recently."

It was also a coincidence that Gu Ruijia's phone rang just after he said those words. He picked it up and heard it, it turned out to be Song Wen, the director of "Super Time Redemption".

I heard from a friend that an investor was looking for him, Song Wen didn't want to delay for a second, and despite the fact that it was late at night, he couldn't wait to contact Gu Ruijia.

Gu Ruijia had no interest in the movie, so he threw the phone to Ye Fei.

Ye Fei listened to Song Wen's humble and anxious voice over the phone, and thought about the grand occasion of his popularity in the future, her heart was slightly sour.

He did not interrupt Song Wen's eloquent explanation of the script, but only asked some questions from time to time, implicitly expressing that he was listening carefully. Song Wen was encouraged by his attitude, his mood calmed down a lot, and his tone gradually calmed down.

The more the two chatted, the more speculative they became, and finally they agreed to meet at Tianxi Entertainment tomorrow morning before hanging up.

"You're really here." Gu Ruijia's face was complicated, he thought Ye Fei was doing it on a whim.

"Yeah." Ye Fei handed him the phone and turned to Zhou Zhensheng and Sun Qiong, "I have an appointment with the director to meet tomorrow morning. You can come together if you are interested."

"No, no, no." Zhou Zhensheng waved his hands again and again, if he could add a kick to a comedy film, not a sci-fi film.

Sun Qiong also shook her head.

"Okay," Ye Fei didn't insist, he looked at the time, it was almost a little later, "Then I'll go back first, it's not good to go to see people with yawns tomorrow."

"Go, let's go." Anyway, he was almost drunk, and a few people didn't leave him much. In his heart, he secretly guessed where this little director got into Ye Fei's eyes.

"Oh, yes, old grandson," Ye Fei took two steps and suddenly stopped, "I have to trouble you to help me pay more attention to the house."

Sun Qiong patted her chest and said, "Don't worry, wrap it on me."

His family was in the real estate business, so helping Ye Fei to find a good house was not a trivial matter.

Ye Fei nodded and pulled Yan Xiao out the door.

The driver had been waiting downstairs for a long time. After opening the car door for the two of them, he asked Yan Xiao, "Mr. Yan, how fast should you drive?"

Yan Xiao frowned, staring at the driver, seeing the driver at a loss before saying, "No more than seventy."

After being with him for so long, why can't he even remember his habits.

"Okay." The driver started the car with amnesty, thinking that it was getting harder and harder for Yan to serve. The same road conditions, one time asking for seventy, another time asking for one hundred and two, I don't know why.

The car was driving quietly on the street at night. After just 20 minutes of driving, Yan Xiao kept looking at Ye Fei, as if he had something to say to him.

Ye Fei had noticed it for a long time, but he deliberately didn't say anything, just to see how long Yan Xiao could endure.

Facts have proved that Yan Xiao can really bear it. He didn't speak until the two got out of the car and returned home.

Ye Fei was too lazy to take the initiative, since she didn't say anything, it meant that it wasn't an urgent matter. He opened the door of the room and was about to go in, when Yan Xiao suddenly called him from behind: "Ye Fei."

Ye Fei turned her head: "Huh?"

Yan Xiao asked him, "Why are you looking for a house?"

Ye Fei thought it was something. He raised his eyes and looked at Yan Xiao, and said lightly, "I will always move out after you divorce. I don't want to go home and live, of course I have to find a house."

Yan Xiao looked at him quietly, without saying a word.

Ye Fei waited for a while, and when she didn't see him speak again, she walked into the room and closed the door.

He swiped through today's news, and found a short video on the Internet that Song Wen made in his early years. Then he put down his mobile phone and prepared to take a shower.

Just as he was about to take off his clothes, there was a knock on the door. It was a typical Yan Xiao-style knock on the door, with two knocks and a five-second pause, especially regular.

Ye Fei's current situation was not suitable for opening the door, so she asked him directly, "What's the matter?"

"Ye Fei," Yan Xiao called his name, his voice a little dull, "Can you not move out?"

Of course not, it would be outrageous if they were divorced and still living together.

Ye Fei threw the T-shirt on the chair and asked casually, "What?"

"I don't want you to move away." Yan Xiao said.

Across the door, Ye Fei couldn't see how sad the expression on his face was.

He lowered his eyes for a while, then said, "I don't want to get a divorce either."