After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

In Anton's self-perception, his Chinese proficiency is not bad.

I can't say that I can reach the level of Chinese natives, but I have no problem communicating orally and reading most books.

But now, for the first time, Anton doubted whether all the years of learning Chinese were in vain.

Isn’t the eldest brother still in the stage where he is timidly in love, doesn’t dare to bring it up, and only dares to act as an older brother?

How come in just a few minutes, they suddenly evolved to sleeping in the same bed?

Fu Dabao only wanted to show off. Anton, such a big living person, was completely like air in his eyes.

After showing off in front of everyone who knew about it, he finally remembered that there was another person in the room.

Looking at Anton who had a dazed and stupid expression, Fu Jincheng performed face changing for him on the spot.

Fu Dabao, who was still smiling like a fool who would not be wanted even if he was paid, suddenly looked serious and his voice turned cold. He said, "Mr. Fu:

"What are you doing here?"

"Is the meeting over? Have the documents been approved?"

Anton: ???

Does this still make sense?

You were the one who presided over this meeting. Why are you coming to me now?

What does it have to do with me?

"Boss, is there a possibility?" Anton tried to be gentle, "You are the one who presided over this meeting."

It's just that you were hosting halfway and then, oh, he ran away.

The righteous smile on Fu Jincheng's face froze in an instant.

Oops, forgot.

But there was no way he could recognize it.

"I'm the host." Fu Jincheng started to fool Anton, "But people have to learn to adapt."

"I trust you so much. If I have to deal with an emergency, can you help me out? Is that okay?"

Anton thought this statement was very problematic.

Fu Jincheng did not give him a chance to refute and continued: "Take a step back, you know how complicated your family situation is."

"If you can't handle such a small matter, how can your aunt and uncle feel at ease when you go back?"

Anton, who was a little confused at first, felt that what Fu Jincheng said was absolutely right when he heard his parents mentioned.

He nodded heavily, completely believing what Fu Dahuo said: "Boss, I will try my best to learn in the future."

Fu Jincheng patted Anton's shoulder with satisfaction and signaled him to turn on the microphone:

"It's late, let's end this meeting and go to bed early."

Anton paused with his hand on the mouse, and looked at Fu Jincheng with eyes of the same color in confusion: "What about you, Boss?"

"I still have things to do." Fu Jincheng said nonsense without changing his expression, "I have to go out for a while."

Anyway, Anton wouldn't have the courage to knock on Xiaobao's door. Once he entered Wen Yinuo's room, they would not meet until the next morning.

Then continue to fool people.

Anton, who had a hunch that something was wrong, had to believe it because of the pressure of his bloodline.

After putting aside the work in his hands, Fu Jincheng, feeling relaxed, left with his clothes in his arms.

The young man, who used to take only five minutes to take a shower, took nearly twenty minutes this time.

I even looked at myself in the mirror and wondered whether I should get my hair done and spray some perfume.

Finally, before I started, I remembered that we were sleeping, not on a date, so I was reluctant to give up the idea of ​​tinkering with it.

Because he wanted to avoid Anton, Fu Jincheng opened and closed the door in a way that did not seem like another owner of the house. Instead, he looked more like a thief who was afraid of being discovered by the owner.

The young man, who had not yet fallen asleep and was reading a collection of Borges' poems, heard the faint sound of the room door and looked up.

I was amused by Fu Jincheng's actions.

"Brother, I left the door open for you to come in." Wen Yinuo smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed. "You don't have to be so sneaky."

"I don't want to either." Fu Jincheng casually used his nonsense skills, "Isn't this just to take care of another fragile psychology?"

Wen Yinuo: “……?”

This shouldn't be said about him, right?

Seeing through the boy's thoughts, Fu Jincheng sat down beside the bed and rubbed the boy's soft hair: "I'm not talking about you."

"Anton has been studying hard recently and wants to take the postgraduate entrance examination."

“I am being tortured by the politics of the postgraduate entrance examination.”

Wen Yinuo was puzzled: "As a foreigner, can't he apply directly?"

Don't bury your head in politics.

"He said we need to be fair." Fu Jincheng remained calm, "You can't enjoy special privileges just because of your nationality."

I never graduated from college in either life, and I only heard of Wen Yinuo, so I foolishly believed him.

When he re-entered the campus later, he realized that Fu Jincheng had been deceiving him and was settling old scores, but that was another story.

Now, he looked at Fu Jincheng who was drying his hair and couldn't help laughing:

"Brother, why are you rubbing your hair when it's dry?"

Fu Jincheng briefly hesitated between talking nonsense and telling the truth, and decisively chose to tell the truth:

"I am nervous."

Wen Yinuo hesitated for a moment and understood what he meant.

Not counting the previous life, the last time they slept in the same bed was when Wen Yinuo was thirteen years old.

At that time, Wen Yinuo was still very arrogant and would never admit that he was afraid of ghosts in front of his classmates.

In order to appear convincing, he called his classmates who lived nearby to his home after dark and played a horror movie for more than three hours.

I also selected all those with high foreign ratings.

After watching it, the students who came believed that Wen Yinuo was not afraid of ghosts.

Wen Yinuo was in a miserable situation. He tossed and turned at night and couldn't sleep. He always felt like something was watching him.

But he was too embarrassed to find Wen Jian and Fu Jincheng and tell them that he was scared, so he had to go to Fu Jincheng's room with his pillow and quilt and asked to sleep in another room.

The room was changed, but Wen Yinuo was even more afraid because he left the most familiar environment.

He had no choice but to go back with his pillow and quilt, and came to the conclusion:

It wasn't the room that was the problem; it was that he was afraid.

Even though he was aware of it, he still couldn't say that he was afraid of ghosts.

Fu Jincheng was also Wen Yinuo’s age, and he could see through what he was thinking at a glance.

Although he found it funny and thought his brother was cute, he was still considerate and took Wen Yinuo's face into consideration.

After Wen Yinuo proposed to move back to his own room, Fu Jincheng directly refused and said that he was frightened by the ghost stories told by his classmates at school today and did not dare to sleep alone.

Only the thirteen-year-old Wen Yinuo did not realize that it was to give himself face and a way out, and he looked very arrogant when he agreed.

Although he was obviously extremely happy in his heart, he still pretended to be troubled for a while before he finally replied with "I agree".

As a result, the moment Fu Jincheng got back into bed with the pillow and quilt in his arms, he immediately closed his eyes and quickly leaned towards the person behind him.

He leaned in while still pretending to be tough. He was not afraid, but was trying to protect his brother.

It was because I closed my eyes that I didn't notice the unstoppable smile on the face of the person behind me.

For more than a month that followed, Wen Yinuo "protected" his brother from being afraid every day.

Until his attention was drawn to something else.

After that, Fu Jincheng left without saying a word.