I Just Want to Divorce [MTL]

Chapter 01 "Come on, good son, first call Dad to listen."

"A Fei, your brother is wrong this time, so you can help him once."

    Father Ye put down the tea cup in his hand, looked at Ye Fei's eyes, and said earnestly: "He is young and has a simple personality. There is excuse. You work hard to get the investment back, no matter how much money can't be squandered."

    At this time it was the evening, it had just turned dark, the lights in the house had not yet been lit, and the faint sunlight was shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Go into the living room and gather around the young man sitting on the sofa.

    The young man was wearing a black suit with nothing to do with nothing, with a pair of thick-framed glasses on his tall nose, and his hair was combed back, revealing a complete face. It should have been an unremarkable dress, but he looks so good, and his beautiful facial features suppressed the rusticity, showing a kind of noble sense of luxury.

    Ye Yao glanced at him, suppressed the jealousy in his heart, moved to him and said coquettishly: "Brother, you can help me. It's not that I don't listen to you, but the prospects of their planning are so good. I really don't blame me. "

    Ye Fei lowered his head and stared at his hand motionlessly without any reaction.

    Father Ye frowned and raised his voice dissatisfiedly: "Ye Fei, did you hear what I said?"

    This sound finally made Ye Fei who was immersed in his thoughts back to his senses. He slowly raised his head and lost his mind. His gaze drifted away for a few seconds, and finally focused on Father Ye.

    "Your brother also saw that you are too hard to manage the company by yourself and want to share a little bit for you. I have already taught him when everyone makes mistakes." Father Ye picked up the phone and squinted his presbyopic eyes to look at the date on it carefully. "Today is the 18th, this month will be resolved, okay?" The room was quiet for a while, when Father Ye couldn't help but want to speak again, Ye Fei suddenly asked an unrelated question. : "What day do you say today?"

    "Eighteen."

    "What month?"

    Father Ye was taken aback for a moment, and said in a huff: "How many months can it be? May 18!"

    May 18, late spring and early summer.

    But he clearly remembered that it should be winter. The day before, there was a heavy snowfall that was rare in a century, so that various TV stations were reporting on it in turn.

    Ye Fei moved his gaze away from Ye's father's outdated fingerprint-locked phone, swept across the open lilacs outside the window, and finally settled on the back of his white hand without any pinholes or bruises.

    He took a deep breath, restrained the beating heart, closed and opened his eyes, finally, as if he had made some determination, slowly stood up.

    There is no softness, no fall, strong legs supporting the whole body, standing firmly on the ground.

    Ye Fei leaned against the wine cabinet, feeling the slight pain of the hardwood compartment on his back, and suddenly smiled.

    Half a month after he was diagnosed with frostbite and paralyzed in bed for a week, he returned to the year he was 24 years ago two years ago.

    The scene in front of him was very familiar, and it was the scene where Ye Yao had caused a catastrophe for the first time.

    The Ye family runs a small film and television company. Four months ago, despite Ye Fei's persuasion, Ye Yao took advantage of his opportunity to go out on business and invested in a costume drama that was said to be 100% explosive.