he is my brother

The scary thing about Jiang Huaian is that he can only use words to provoke the relationship between people, understatement, every word pokes at the heart.

What if Jiang Yuming wasn't in Jiang Yuming's body?

In just fourteen words, a gully of suspicion was carved in my mind.

I couldn't help doubting and thinking, and gradually alienated Jiang Yuming. Even though I knew Jiang Huaian's schemes, he was frank and open, and I had no choice but to jump into the deep hole he dug.

Even I asked Jiang Yuming plainly, how do you prove that you are Jiang Yuming?

This is obviously a "brain in a vat" question, and Jiang Yuming has no way to answer it.

Knocking the teacup on the desk irritably, I just want to throw the stack of documents in front of me from the desk to the ground.

"Bang bang bang, Mr. Jiang?"

The secretary's voice came from outside the door. I suppressed the depression in my heart and said in a low voice, "Come in."

The secretary pushed open the door, leaned over and stood between the door and the door frame, tilted his head and asked me: "Master is in the hall."

I secretly sighed, did Jiang Yuming do it on purpose or something, he only picked when I was holding my breath and wanted to get angry: "Did he say anything specifically?"

The secretary shook his head: "No."

"..." I took a sip of tea and calmed down, "Let him come up."

"Okay." The secretary closed the door and left.

Recently, I have heard some unusual news about the Meng family. It is rumored that the always neutral Meng family changed its surname to the Jiang family. Of course, this is not a rumor, but Jiang Yuming has not really taken over the Meng family. It will strengthen the mood of the rebels of the Meng family and increase the difficulty of Jiang Yuming's ascension.

I was immersed in my own thoughts, until Jiang Yuming came to my desk, and the shadow enveloped me, and I realized: "Oh, you are here."

He smiled and nodded, turned around and found a chair to sit down.

Looking at him from my perspective, the well-tailored suit outlines a beautiful waistline, thin but full of strength, standing against the light, with a beautifully shaped chin and a pair of dark eyes. When these eyes reflect the gentle water waves, Rao is a nun Can not help but lose three points of concentration.

"What's the matter?" I pulled out a book from the bottom of the pile of files, as if I wasn't the one who was so irritable that I wanted to overturn my desk.

"Don't let your wound get wet. I don't worry about you living alone." He said generously, "It just so happens that I have learned some skills recently, and I can cook a few dishes that are edible."

"Really?" I raised my eyebrows and looked at him curiously. The young master who never touches Yang Chunshui actually learned how to cook?

When he saw that I didn't believe him, his expression became a little more anxious, and he tried his best to prove that he really knew it like a child: "Ms. Meng said that she did a good job."

"Ms. Meng is your mother." I said, "Of course she will feel good about it."

"..." He twisted his fingers together helplessly, "I can try."

"...All right." I didn't make things difficult for him, I backed down a step, "If you can't eat it, order takeaway."

"Mr. Jiang's injury can't be taken away." Uncle Shen opened the door and walked into the office. His impersonal eyes swept over Jiang Yuming, and finally landed on me, "Master Jiang invites you to the old house for dinner."

I looked up at the wall clock: "There are still two hours to get off work, what's the rush?"

"I'm passing by on a smooth road, so I'll come up and let you know." Uncle Shen's respectful attitude couldn't fault it at all. He stood upright like a tree, waiting for my answer.

"I'm much better now, please trouble Huai An to worry about me." I didn't want to force Jiang Yuming to be so tight and to do everything.

However, Uncle Shen did not back down at all: "Master Jiang always cares about his brothers." The syllables of [Brothers] are heavily pronounced and full of emphasis.

The atmosphere was stagnant, as if a dark rain cloud had condensed over the desk.

I spoke with a slightly impatient voice: "In this case, I will tell the secretary to cancel the schedule later, and then call Huai'an."

Uncle Shen stared at me for a while, then nodded: "Alright, Mr. Jiang will be very happy to receive a call from Mr. Jiang."

"Yeah." I rubbed my temples, "I'll talk to Yu Ming first."

Uncle Shen answered politely, "I still have some things to do, so I'm leaving first."

"Well, Uncle Shen, let's go slowly." I breathed a sigh of relief, as I had sent Jiang Huaian's confidant away.

"Then... is that brother going to Jiang's house?" Hearing that Uncle Shen's footsteps were far away, Jiang Yuming said slowly.

"Don't go." I couldn't avoid it, so I couldn't move forward.

Jiang Yuming's eyes lit up, as if hiding thousands of stars, he couldn't wait to lean forward and stretch his neck: "Can I stay in Mingjing Garden for one night?"

I paused for a while, thinking that his step-by-step probing was quite interesting, like a rabbit as timid as a needle point, I raised my head and asked him, "What do you think?"

"I think it's okay." He smiled instantly and opened the leaves like the wind blowing the poplar.

Ha, this kid, I was amused by his sudden confidence: "What do you think it can be used for?"

"..." He was so choked that he couldn't make a sound, his eyes rolled for a long time and he said, "It's okay if you think it's not possible."

"I don't think so." I followed his words, "Go back to Meng's house."

"..." He fumbled in his pocket, then agreed, "Okay."

When I really got off work and sat in the living room at home, I still didn't think it was real. Jiang Yuming really stepped into the kitchen wrapped in a blue apron to cook.

It looks quite organized.

I leaned on the sofa, listening to the stern news on TV, the sound of "cracking", the feeling of home permeated my limbs, soothing my tired thoughts, and my perception seemed to have become much duller.

When Jiang Yuming brought the food to the table, I half-closed my eyes and was about to fall asleep. He took off his apron to wash off the oily smoke from his hands, and walked towards me.

I could feel him squatting down, breathing on my neck, but I lazily opened my eyes.

If Jiang Yuming is not Jiang Yuming, so what?

Am I willing to spoil a counterfeit?

I'm not reconciled, but having said that, if the present Jiang Yuming is not Jiang Yuming, why is he picking on me shamelessly?

"Brother." He breathed lightly, and whispered softly in my ear, "Brother." Too much intimacy.

I seem to know everything, strategizing, but also seem to know nothing, eyes full of confusion.

"Brother, it's time to eat." He moved closer, his lips were close to my ear, and his hot breath made me a little excited.

How long has it been since you vented?I thought in a daze.

Maybe it's time for me to find a companion.

"Yeah." I snorted through my nose, and he backed away quickly in fright, and hit the coffee table with a "bang" sound.

I suddenly opened my eyes and turned my head to see him sitting on the ground with his teeth bared and his waist supported: "Why are you so careless?"

"I deserve it." His fair cheeks showed a little pink, "It will be fine after a while, brother, don't worry."

I rubbed his soft hair and sat up: "What did you do?"

"I wanted to make a stir-fry dish, but my ability was limited, so I burned a pot and replaced it with tomato and egg noodles." He dragged me to the dining table and brought me a bowl, "How about a taste?"

I took a sip of the tomato soup and commented: "There is less salt."

"Your body can't be heavy on salt." He took a sip from my bowl, "Not bad."

"..." I could only follow his words, "Well, it's okay."

His triumphant expression seemed to catch a hundred pigeons.