C16 A Fool

After leaving the Nan Clan, Ye Qiao went to the market to buy ingredients and fruits for three days, and then went to the brush and ink shop on Culture Street to buy a set of the Four Treasures of the Literature Hall that were specially written. Compared to the computer and the endless string of pens, ballpoint pens and brushes, Ye Qiao was still used to recording his prescriptions and the trifling details of his daily life.

It was already noon by the time he got his things and took a taxi home.

Hearing the commotion from the road, Qiu Xiangyang immediately rolled up his sleeves and used a brush to clean the tiles beside the flowerbed. When Ye Qiao returned to the path in front of the villa, he greeted him: "Mr Ye is back?"

Ye Qiao ignored Qiu Xiangyang and headed straight for the main door.

Seeing that this trick was useless, Qiu Xiangyang quickly threw the brush and ran to Ye Qiao's side. He followed him to the door and politely reached out for the bag in Ye Qiao's hands: "I guess it's pretty heavy to buy so many things, let me help you carry them in."

Ye Qiao's footsteps paused, he turned and looked towards the hand Qiu Xiangyang had extended over: "Take it away."

In order to not anger Ye Qiao, Qiu Xiangyang immediately retracted his hand and looked at Ye Qiao with a fawning face: "I have already cleaned the flower pots, I guarantee that I won't be able to pee at all … "If you don't believe me, go take a look."

"I'm not going to make your movie. Go away."

"Now is not a movie, I just want to be friends with you, Mr Ye."

"I don't make friends."

"…"

Ye Qiao stared at Qiu Xiangyang coldly for a while. Qiu Xiangyang was so scared by his stare that he could only tactfully move aside and watch Ye Qiao carry the bag into the room.

Ten minutes later.

Ye Qiao was in the middle of cooking in the kitchen when he suddenly heard some extremely minute footsteps behind him. He was not wearing shoes, and was probably tiptoeing on the floor, Ye Qiao put down the bowl in his hands, and extended his hand out to the row of knives in front, picking up a sharp knife that was used to cut fruits. When the person behind him neared the pillar outside of the kitchen, Ye Qiao casually threw out the fruit knife.

"Bang!"

The fruit knife brushed past Qiu Xiangyang's eyes and directly stabbed into the dart target hanging on the pillar!

Qiu Xiangyang didn't even manage to catch a breath, and almost burped in fright.

"While I still have patience, scram."

"…"

When he did not hear a reply, Ye Qiao took out a blade and was about to throw it backwards — —

"No, no, no. I'll get lost, I'll get lost …"

"You think I don't know?"

"Mr Ye, your ears are really godly. You even know that I came in without shoes."

"F * ck off."

Qiu Xiangyang avoided the target on the side of his head and the fruit knife, then ran to the side of the kitchen and leaned on the glass window as he peeked inside: "I know how to roll, but I'm a little hungry now, if I go back and I don't have anything to eat, since you're doing it anyway, why don't you cook a bowl for me?"

"Clang" Ye Qiao inserted the blade in his hand into the chopping board, causing Qiu Xiangyang to immediately shut his mouth.

After a long while.

Seeing Ye Qiao sitting at the dining table and eating three dishes and a soup, Qiu Xiangyang who had been starving for more than ten hours could only swallow his saliva at the door. Never did he expect that it would be such a simple dish.

Ye Qiao ate half of it, and the rest of it, then stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Qiu Xiangyang thought that Ye Qiao was being kind and left it for his to eat, so he took the chance to run in and prepare to eat heartily after he left. However, before he even ate a few mouthfuls of the food, he saw Ye Qiao carrying the dustbin out. Qiu Xiangyang still had the food in his mouth, and then Ye Qiao poured all of the leftover dishes into the dustbin.

After swallowing the food in his mouth, Qiu Xiangyang's heart started to collapse.

"I don't know how to make movies, it's useless even if you stay here." After pouring the dishes, Ye Qiao looked up at Qiu Xiangyang: "It's better to take this time to look for someone else."

Qiu Xiangyang looked at the dishes in the dustbin regretfully before accepting the fact that he had no food to eat. With a complicated tone, he said, "Don't ruin the food if you don't want to make a movie. Such a good thing …"

"Did you hear what I said?"

"I can hear you clearly, but there's nothing I can do."

"What do you mean?"

Qiu Xiangyang raised his head and looked at Ye Qiao. After sighing, he laughed bitterly: "It means that I have already reported your name to the, and it was written in the movie proposal that was given to them. It's your turn. "

Ye Qiao slammed the dustbin onto the table and let out a sound that scared Qiu Xiangyang and made him retreat a few steps back.

"Then let me be clear with you, your movie won't be made."

"Wh-why?"

"How do you shoot without a script?"

"That's impossible, I have already discussed this with Nan Ye. As long as I find actors and investors, he will film it for me."

"You can check again."

"…"

Qiu Xiangyang fished out a phone from his pants pocket and immediately called Nan Ye, but no one picked up the call after a few calls. Qiu Xiangyang saw that Ye Qiao did not look like he was joking, and recalled his previous attitude, feeling very uneasy.

"I'll go to Nan Ye's home first. Mr Ye, wait for my news!"

"Idiot."

Ye Qiao said coldly, he then picked up the tableware on the table, and upon seeing Qiu Xiangyang's chopsticks, he frowned, and threw both the chopsticks and the plate that Qiu Xiangyang had picked up into the dustbin s.