I Just Want to Divorce - Chapter 2

The voice fell, and the room fell into a dead silence in an instant.

Father Ye raised his hand and threw the teacup here, with a stern voice: “What are you talking about!”

The purple sand tea cup fell to Ye Fei’s feet and shattered into pieces. The hot tea left in the cup splashed onto his ankles. It wasn’t very hot, but there was a burning sensation.

He stood up and spread his hands: “Then there is no way.”

“I think you’re just looking for trouble!” Father Ye pointed at Ye Fei and said arrogantly, “I tell you, you have to take care of it today, and you have to take care of it!”

Ye Fei sneered and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Ye Yao.

“Ye Fei, you said that you hurt me the most,” Ye Yao seemed to have suffered a great humiliation, staring at him with his neck stuck, “Is that how you hurt?”

Ye Fei looked at Ye Yao coldly. He was two years old when his mother died, and Ye Yao was only three years younger than him. The two brothers could be said to have grown up together.

Twenty years, it is time to raise an animal, but what about Ye Yao?

Ye Fei’s heart-to-heart towards him was exchanged for schadenfreude and vicious curses in front of the hospital bed. Before that, Ye Fei never knew that his seemingly good-looking younger brother actually had such a big hatred for him in his heart.

Such a thing that is not as good as a pig and a dog, how can he have the face to love him?

Ye Fei said, “Are you worthy?”

He has a pair of beautifully shaped peach eyes, thick and slender eyelashes, romantic and affectionate when he smiles, but he has a compelling sense of sharpness when he is cold. At this time, he only glanced at Ye Yao lightly, which made him tremble involuntarily.

Aware of his own reaction, Ye Yao became annoyed: “Are you **** sick? Is Aite helping or not, who do you think…”

“Ayao!” Father Ye stopped him in time.

Ye Yao opened his mouth, but under Ye’s father’s warning eyes, he closed it reluctantly.

“What exactly are you dissatisfied with?” Father Ye pressed the fire and said solemnly, “Don’t forget, the company also has your share, and helping Ah Yao is also helping yourself!”

Ye Fei took out her mobile phone to browse the recent news, and she said, “I’m rare?”

Dingyuan’s ability to survive until now is entirely up to him, as long as he thinks, let alone one Dingyuan, even ten Dingyuans are nothing to worry about, how can he covet such a thing.

“You!” Father Ye was hit by his lungs, his chest stagnated, and he coughed violently.

“Dad, are you alright?” Ye Yao immediately stepped forward and handed water to pat his back. After showing his good son, he turned to Ye Fei, “Look at you, how angry you are with Dad!”

“Ye Yao,” Ye Fei took a step forward and looked at him with a half-smile, “Why didn’t I know you were so shameless before.”

“You **** shameless!” Ye Yao’s personality was impulsive, and his brain roared because of this sentence, and he rushed up with his fists clenched without thinking.

Ye Fei took a step back, turned sideways to avoid his movements, and lifted her leg hard.

Ye Yao didn’t expect that the big brother who always responded to his needs would really start with him. Unprepared, his knees softened and he fell heavily on the glass coffee table.

After a crisp clicking sound, the side of the coffee table shattered outward with Ye Yao’s center of gravity as the dot.

Sharp glass shards pierced into the flesh, bright red blood poured out instantly, Ye Yao’s screams resounded throughout the living room.

“Ayao!” Father Ye was dumbfounded for a few seconds, but after reacting, he stopped coughing, and hurried over to pull Ye Yao.

The feeling of being able to be empowered is too wonderful, Ye Fei is in a good mood, she can’t help but make up for Ye Yao.

Ye Yao, who had just been pulled up by his father, stumbled and fell into the glass **** again, howling even more mournfully.

“Ye Fei! Are you crazy? You are so **** your brother!” Father Ye looked at Ye Yao’s **** appearance, and his heart twitched. If it weren’t for Teng’s inability to open his hands, I’m afraid that he would find it back from Ye Fei immediately.

“Indeed,” Ye Fei nodded in agreement and regretted, “Why didn’t I do it sooner?”

Father Ye had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat and almost fainted.

Ye Fei turned on the camera and leaned over to take a few pictures of Ye Yao, who was all over her body. After admiring it for a while, I added a filter, and then walked out of the door amid Ye’s father’s scolding and screaming.

Outside the door, birds chirped, and the gentle summer breeze brought the tranquil fragrance of flowers. Ye Fei took a deep breath and spread out her palm to catch a small bunch of falling lilacs.

It’s great that he’s back.

However, his good mood lasted less than a minute. When passing an off-road vehicle and inadvertently glanced at the image displayed on the window, Ye Fei’s face froze.

In his last life, he took over Dingyuan as soon as he graduated from college. In order not to be looked down upon, she always dresses up to be mature.

Forget the stereotypical black suit, Ye Fei took off the flat mirror on the bridge of her nose and threw it directly into the trash can. What’s going on with these earthy glasses that even programmers don’t like? !

Ye Fei touched the hair that was held in place by the hairspray. She originally planned to go home to sort out her thoughts, but now she changed her mind and took a taxi to the styling studio.

Live again, and he will no longer suppress himself. With only two years of life, he wants to spend it as he pleases and unrestrainedly.

The studio that Ye Fei went to is very famous in the circle, taking the high-end route, and non-members are not welcome. In his last life, he always wanted to experience it, but it was always put on hold for various reasons. The membership card has been opened for several years and still has zero consumption, but he did not expect it to be convenient in this life.

After verifying his identity, the stylist served him a low-alcohol cocktail and asked him, “What kind of hairstyle would you like to have?”

Ye Fei held the wine glass in one hand, carefully looked at the image in the mirror, and demanded: “Not too long, not too hot, the most important thing is…” He narrowed his eyes, “Be handsome.”

The stylist chuckled: “Don’t worry, you will look good no matter how you look like.”

Ye Fei raised her eyebrows and took a sip of wine: “Thank you, you look good too.”

He has a nonchalant energy about him, especially when he smiles with a low eyebrow. The stylist blushed, cleared her throat to stabilize her mind, picked up the pad and took a photo of Ye Fei’s face.

“Then I’ll use your photo to make a mock-up first,” he loaded the photo into a small program and explained to Ye Fei, “If you think it’s okay, I’ll cut it according to the picture later. If you’re not satisfied, then I’ll cut it out. Do it again.”

Ye Fei nodded happily: “Okay.”

The stylist heaved a sigh of relief and sighed, “I like a client like you simply.”

“That’s what I said,” Ye Fei leaned back in the chair lazily and chatted with him, “It’s just a haircut, what can I get in trouble.”

The stylist complained: “It’s a lot of entanglement, we can meet any kind of people in our line of work.”

“Don’t believe it.” Seeing his disapproval, the stylist looked for an example, “It’s not too far away, the one who entered the store before you refused to cooperate, and wouldn’t do styling after saying anything. Very difficult.”

And this weirdness?

Ye Fei said dumbly, “Then why is he here?”

Speaking of this, the stylist also finds it a little funny. While drawing on the pad with his fingers, he said, “He was tricked by his friend.”

The stylist sighed: “I originally wanted to persuade his friend a few words, but after being glanced at it, I didn’t dare to step forward. The aura was strong.”

“True or false?” Ye Fei was surprised and a little curious, “Who is it, a star?”

“No, it seems to be the president of some company?” The stylist just listened vaguely and wasn’t quite sure, “But he looks really handsome, even brighter than a star.”

Ye Fei became interested and put the wine glass on the table: “Have you left?”

“No, in the box, his friend communicated with him.” During the conversation, the stylist had already prepared the mockup. He raised the Pad and asked Ye Fei, “What do you think of this?”

The reputation is good and there are really two brushes.

Ye Fei looked at the simulated image and was quite satisfied: “Yes.”

“Then it’s settled, I’ll take you to the box.”

Taking care of the client’s privacy, the hall of this studio is only used for reception and communication, and a series of items such as styling and beauty are carried out in separate boxes.

The stylist took Ye Fei to the second floor, and just after passing through a small indoor garden area, he heard a faint voice coming from the front.

“It’s here,” the stylist pointed to the half-open box diagonally in front and whispered in Ye Fei’s ear, “The person I just told you.”

The closer you get, the clearer your voice becomes.

“It’s the Internet conference soon, so why don’t you get a trendy hairstyle and use your face to attract traffic to our new game?” The male voice was full of madness, “The CEO of someone else is going to live broadcast to sell goods!”

For some reason, Ye Fei always felt that the voice was a little familiar. He slowed down and turned his head to look into the box.

A laptop first appeared in sight, the screen was on, and a pair of slender hands were tapping on the keyboard, making a crisp click.

It’s a very business scene, and it doesn’t fit in with the box full of hairdressing supplies.

Ye Fei moved forward a little, and the vision blocked by the door frame opened up a little bit.

It was a young man, dressed in a crisp dark blue suit, his two long legs were naturally separated under the table, neither raised nor raised. The back is straight and straight, and the sitting posture looks good.

His gaze continued to move upwards, and a handsome and familiar face came into his eyes unsuspectingly.

Ye Fei: “…”

Ye Fei held her forehead, she never expected that the difficult guest in the stylist’s mouth would be Yan Xiao, the object of his contract marriage, the legal other half.

“Brother! Brother Xiao! Dad!” Cheng Minghao almost knelt down and hugged his thigh, “Just this time! I promise! Come here, just make a hair and go.”

Yan Xiao looked at the computer screen expressionlessly and continued to send emails.

“As long as I can do it for me, I definitely don’t need you,” Cheng Minghao pleaded and changed his strategy immediately, and began to frantically put a high hat on Yan Xiao, “Isn’t this not as handsome as you, and without millions of fans. What a great free broadcast. – Tell me the opportunity, don’t take advantage of the fact that you are not Chinese, Brother Xiao!”

“Cheng Minghao.” Yan Xiao closed the notebook and raised his eyes.

“Hey, hey!” Cheng Minghao was overjoyed, is this a promise? God bless! This piece of iron finally made him move!

“You talk too much.” Yan Xiao put the computer in his bag.

Cheng Minghao: “…”

Cheng Minghao’s mood fell instantly, and he scolded the streets wildly in his heart.

Damn, people who have a good face but don’t know how to cherish them should be dragged out and killed!

“Brother Xiao…” He wanted to struggle again.

Yan Xiao was impatient, and stood up with his computer bag to leave. As soon as she turned around, she met Ye Fei’s smiling eyes.

Yan Xiao’s steps stopped instantly.

“Hi,” Ye Fei walked in generously and said hello, “Going?”

“Yeah,” Cheng Minghao knew Ye Fei and answered with a look of resentment, “Brother Fei, you’re here too, what a coincidence, but we…”

“Don’t go.” Yan Xiao suddenly interrupted him quickly.

Cheng Minghao was puzzled: “No, don’t go…”

Yan Xiao didn’t let him continue, and quickly continued: “I accept your proposal based on the company’s development.”

Cheng Minghao didn’t react for a while, and opened his mouth stupidly: “Huh?”

Yan Xiao: “I do my hair.”

Cheng Minghao, who tried to persuade him for an hour without success: “???”

Stylist: “???”