Although it is already spring and the weather is getting warmer day by day, the wind is still very cool at night.

What's more, this guy seems to have taken on a new order recently and has been busy in the studio during the day, which is very hard.

But he didn't even have time to eat and was waiting for me downstairs. My eyes felt a little sore just looking at him and something in my heart was shaken a little.

Before, I always thought that Ono was young and an immature brother, but his love as a brother is not childish at all. It is so strong, so thoughtful, and so intuitive that it burns me so much that I have nowhere to hide and cannot escape.

I don’t know when it started, but I stopped avoiding him and no longer treated Ono as just a younger brother.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the private room. The waiter said "excuse me" in Japanese, pushed the door open and started serving the dishes.

I quickly withdrew my gaze, carried the bag back to my seat, and sat opposite Zhao Feihan. The food in front of me was rich, but I had no appetite at all.

My mind was filled with the image of Ono standing by the car downstairs.

"Poor little thing, didn't you say you liked Japanese food? Why aren't you eating it?" Zhao Feihan seemed to notice my absent-mindedness and asked with concern, "Don't you like their dishes? But in Manjinggang, the dishes here are the freshest and taste good."

"No, Brother Zhao, I like it." I started eating immediately. When I saw the waiter brought sake, I poured a glass for Zhao Feihan.

When I was about to pour myself another glass of wine, Zhao Feihan stopped me: "You have a bad stomach, don't drink, I can drink a little myself, you just eat yours."

Brother Zhao was still so attentive, but I was a little surprised. How did he know that I had a bad stomach? Could it be that Xiao Ye or Wu Ling accidentally revealed this information when we talked last time?

Zhao Feihan seemed to like drinking very much. He hardly ate anything and kept drinking. Before long, several jugs of sake were empty.

He seemed to have a good alcohol tolerance, or maybe it was because of his dark skin, he drank too much but it didn't show on his face. Only his eyes showed a hint of drunkenness, which was surprisingly bright, but he kept staring at me with a smile.

"Poor little thing, do you have a home?"

"Yes." I nodded without hesitation.

Yes, I have a home. When my grandma was alive, she was my home. Now that she is gone, my aunt, uncle and daughter are my home. And now, I seem to have another home and more relatives, such as Mrs. Zhang Si and Zhang Tingyuan.

But after I answered, I looked at Zhao Feihan's amazingly bright eyes, and I couldn't help but ask him, "Brother Zhao, why did you suddenly ask me such a question?"

"That night I fished you out of the puddle and sent you to the hospital. Someone called you and I asked him if he knew your family. I wanted your family to look after you, but he said he was your family. Then he said he was your boyfriend." Zhao Feihan's eyes seemed to be misty. "So I asked him, where are your parents and family? He said, you don't have any."

He asked me softly, "I thought the poor little girl was just like me, a poor little girl without a home and no one to love her. It turns out that the poor little girl is luckier than me and has a home. I really envy her."

Zhao Feihan's current state is very different from his normal state.

He just looked at me quietly with tears in his eyes and said these words calmly, but it made me feel sad. At this moment, I thought of the long, hideous and terrifying scar on his neck that I had just seen.

What kind of person is he and what kind of life has he experienced? Does he have no family?

"Brother Zhao, you..." I wanted to comfort Zhao Feihan.

But he stopped me. He quickly started laughing and handed me a piece of eel sushi: "The poor little thing is so cute when it eats. It makes people very hungry. Come on, eat."

In fact, I can’t think of what words to use to comfort Zhao Feihan in front of me.

But he said that the way I eat makes people very hungry, so I eat more, maybe that will make him happier.

I stuffed the piece of eel sushi into my mouth without hesitation, and my cheeks bulged.

The smile on Zhao Feihan's face became even more intense, his eyes narrowed, and he just sat there lazily, looking at me with joy on his face.

The meal ended quite quickly, mainly because at the end of the meal, Zhao Feihan's phone rang again.

He picked up the phone right in front of me: "What's up?"

Because we were at the same table and very close to each other, I could vaguely hear the voice on the other end of the phone.

It was a girl's voice, and it sounded soft and sticky: "How is it going? When will you be back?"

"It's going well. Don't worry about me, I'll be back soon." Zhao Feihan answered very naturally, but his eyes were still on my face. At this moment, his eyes were no longer slightly drunk and blurred, but deep and unfathomable.

I was not used to such looks, and I felt it was not nice to eavesdrop on other people's phone calls, so I covered it up by drinking water.

"Okay, that's it. I'll hang up first." Fortunately, Zhao Feihan hung up the phone quickly.

I hesitated for a moment and spoke softly, "Brother Zhao, your family is urging you to go home, right? Otherwise, why don't we stop here today? Don't let your family worry about you."

In fact, it’s not just Zhao Feihan’s family who are worried about him. I also know that my Xiao Ye is worried about me.

He was still standing in the cold wind, waiting for me to get off by the car on the side of the road.

"Poor little thing, did you misunderstand?" Zhao Feihan smiled again, and before I could answer, he said, "That's my sister. I'm still single, and I don't have a girlfriend or a wife."

I think he was the one who misunderstood. I didn't think the girl opposite was his wife or girlfriend at all. I just thought his family was worried about him and maybe needed him to go home as soon as possible.

After Zhao Feihan finished explaining that sentence, he didn't say anything more. He looked at me and smiled: "Poor little thing, are you full and want to leave? Well, let's stop here today."

I asked Zhao Feihan for his address, and he said he now lived in Mingyu Villa. I called a taxi for him, and after sending him in the car, I quickly walked across the street.

There, Ono had already seen me and strode towards me with a bright smile on his face: "Sister, I thought you would take a while to finish."

He noticed the paper bag in my hand and immediately reached out to help me carry it. He asked me, "Sister, why did you take this bag back? Didn't Mr. Zhao take the money?"

I didn't have time to answer his question. I opened my arms and hugged Ono.

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