girlfriend's brother

Zhou Hui didn't take anything, and went downstairs in his slippers, just running dully.

He didn't know where else he could go. It was early morning and there were only scattered breakfast stalls on the street.

After running for a while, no one came after him. He touched his pocket and found that the clothes were worn yesterday, and he left a few dollars in change for taking the bus.

He was panting heavily, sweating profusely, and sat at a stall selling breakfast at random. He used to come to this shop often. After Gao Yuanxia lived in his house and was responsible for the daily breakfast, he never came here again.

The boss was a couple in their early [-]s. After the uncle had arranged the tables and chairs, he turned around and saw a person sitting on them out of breath, which really shocked him.It was just dawn and there were few pedestrians. If it wasn't for the familiarity of this person, the boss would have thought he had seen a ghost.He poured out a bowl of soy milk and brought it over, smiled and asked, "Young people nowadays wake up so early, there are really not many of them. What do you want to eat?"

Zhou Hui looked around and replied casually, "Dumplings, meat buns, preserved egg and lean meat porridge, thank you."

The uncle nodded and left with a smile.

The wife who had been busy making breakfast over there saw Zhou Hui, stared at her, and yelled from afar, "Hey? Xiaohui? I haven't seen you for a long time. Why did you come out for breakfast today?"

Zhou Hui didn't know what to say, so he just smirked and said perfunctorily, "It's nothing, I just want to eat what you made, hehehe."

The aunt glanced at his slippers and his sweaty head, coupled with his casual attire, she smiled knowingly: "I said, why did you suddenly stop coming for a few months, are you living together? Or are you married? Someone cooks you breakfast every day?"

Zhou Hui was stunned for a moment, his eyes flickered here and there, he awkwardly picked up a pair of chopsticks in the bamboo tube, and rubbed a chopstick against each other vigorously, fluffing the originally smooth wooden chopsticks.

The aunt glanced at the chopsticks in his hand, and saw that he seemed to be thinking of something unhappy, with a depressed and dissatisfied expression on his face, as if guessing something, she stretched her neck and asked, "Did you quarrel with your wife?"

Zhou Hui rubbed his chopsticks with his hands, and a cold face appeared in front of his eyes. He couldn't help but shuddered, and subconsciously shook his head vigorously: "No, no, nothing." It's his life!

So you really have a wife?Big Mom laughed.

His expression failed to convince the aunt who had lived for most of her life. Anyway, there were no guests, so the aunt "enlightened" him while she was busy with her work: "You young people are too fussy. Follow your own wishes, but in this world, apart from your parents, where can you find someone who is so good to you? No one is a roundworm in someone's stomach. When two people are together, the most important thing is to be tolerant and considerate of each other. My old man can't do anything because of all his flaws, but he is really good to me, and I am willing to spend my whole life with him... Ouch, my dumplings! My steamed buns!"

The aunt hurriedly turned off the fire to fish for the dumplings, and finally the uncle ran out of the shop and finished it in twos and twos.Zhou Hui sat aside and stared at the orderly uncle and the bluffing aunt, with black lines on his face: "Auntie, you are the one who can't do anything well..."

The uncle muttered a few words and then went to work in the house. The aunt cleaned up the stove and continued without changing her face: "My love, I will be the one who will accompany you for the rest of my life. Neither of them understands the other." , How do you live the rest of your life?"

Zhou Hui was dazed for a moment: "Really?"

After eating breakfast, Zhou Hui wandered aimlessly in the street. Everything has already happened. No one is innocent. Does he really want to live alone with resentment?

……

After Zhou Hui escaped, Song Han lazily lay down on the sofa, watched TV for a while, got up and poured out the cold breakfast, and started to cook again.

After bringing breakfast to the table, of course he couldn't eat it, so he sat back on the sofa and continued watching boring TV series.

Two hours later, the door of the house opened.

Zhou Hui glanced into the room with his probe a few times before tiptoeing in.

This is his rented house, and he doesn't even know why he sneaked back like a thief.

When he saw the people in the room who were leisurely watching TV, he opened and closed his mouth several times, and his eyes flicked around in embarrassment.After both feet stepped through the door, he remembered something, and subconsciously asked, "Why are you still here?"

"Then where should I be?"

The other party slumped on the sofa, propping his head with his palms, and asked lazily.

Zhou Hui stretched out his finger and pointed down, hesitant to speak.

The words of going to hell are very vicious in the ears of normal people, but now he especially wants to tell him to go back to hell quickly, to give himself some time to breathe and think.

It's a pity that Song Han is always very good at chasing and fighting. He got up and pulled the person who was standing still, and wiped his sweat: "Don't run around, it's not safe outside."

Zhou Hui was so angry that he was tongue-tied. Would a person who said such a thing have any shame?No matter how unsafe it is outside, it is safer than staying in the same room with a ghost.

The sweat from running away just now was evaporated by the air-conditioning after entering the room.The soul without the body is simply a free air conditioner. He rubbed his arms and sighed: "Can you leave my house first? I feel very cold."

Song Han hugged him and rubbed his back: "Is it better now?"

Zhou Hui: "..." Even colder.

Song Han stroked his head: "I'm not going anywhere, my home is where you are."

Zhou Hui sighed.Then, he caught a glimpse of the body on the ground and ran over to help him up.

Song Han's eyes darkened, and he asked in a deep voice, "Why? Do you like this body so much?"

Zhou Hui said, "You can stay here if you want, but you are not allowed to come out during the day to scare people."

Song Han's indifferent eyes filled with burning desire: "You mean, I can come out at night and do what I want?"

Zhou Hui: "..."

Why is this person so thick-skinned, he only picks people up.