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"Cough cough!"

Ji Yunjue covered his nose in embarrassment, and quickly took out a few tissues from the paper drawer on the table to block the bleeding hole. He looked at the boy with a muffled voice,

"Little Nuo'an, you should call me Mr. Ji from now on."

There's no way, the way the child calls him brother is too tempting, he really can't bear it! ! !

Listening to the words of the person beside her, Ji Nuo'an's eyes darkened, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she replied "OK".

It was almost twelve o'clock when Ji Yunjue sent the boy back to Ji's house, the banquet was almost over, the servants were busy cleaning up the mess, and there were still a few sporadic cars parked outside the gate.

"Brother Jue!"

No one has heard him before.

The next moment, I saw Huang Mao running out of a corner quickly,

"Brother Jue, you are back, how are you doing? Did you enjoy playing with the little beauty?"

Ji Nuoan on the side looked at the two of them, and silently stepped back a few steps, trying to leave room for them to chat.

Ji Yunjue, who had always been concerned about the boy's movements, frowned, pulled the boy away, and grabbed his wrist to prevent him from retreating.

Sensing his movements, the boy stood obediently in place.

Huang Mao looked at the small movements of the two in front of him, was silent, and thought of his withered flower of love.

He stared at Ji Yunjue faintly, with a sad voice,

"You two are almost fine, can you take care of me, a poor man who has just experienced the pain of love!"

Ji Yunjue slapped the poor man's face,

"Be serious!"

Then he looked back at the boy tenderly,

"This is Zhou Zerui. He's quite a dishonest person. You just need to know it."

Ji Nuoan looked at Huangmao and nodded,

"Hello."

"Hello, hello! Little beauty, I have been paying attention to you for a long time!"

Huangmao said happily,

"It's not just me, but also my brother Jue, you don't know that since you hit someone in the bar last time, he went to the bar every day to guard... Woooooo, let go!"

Ji Yunjue calmly withdrew his hand covering the yellow hair, and rubbed it on his pants.

Huangmao started to cry.

"Little beauty?"

Ji Nuoan frowned, and tilted her head unconsciously at Ji Yunjue.

Ji Yunjue: "..." It's shameful to be cute, do you know that!

He put his hand to his lips and coughed twice, his eyes floating,

"This... um... that's... ah!"

"Ah?" Ji Nuo'an turned his attention to Huang Mao who was still crying.

Huangmao: "..."

Looking at his brother Jue's murderous eyes, Huang Mao expressed that he was a little scared...

The atmosphere started to feel a little awkward, the three of them stood stupidly like this, but the six-legged confrontation did not last long. A gentle voice rang next to them,

"Where did An An go, why did it take so long to come back?"

A tall, slender figure of a man walked over from the gate.

The person who came was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a well-fitting white suit, a soft smile on his face, and a temperament as gentle as jade.

But Ji Yunjue felt uncomfortable looking at this man.

Ji Zichen walked up to the boy, and took the boy's hand as if swearing sovereignty,

"Won't An An introduce your two guests to my brother?"

Ji Nuo'an glanced at him and lowered his eyes, the dark pupils seemed to lose a little light in an instant.

Ji Yunjue blinked. In his memory, the child's eyes seemed to be empty all the time, but he just felt that when the child saw this person... there was something missing in his eyes that he really had when he was with him.

"This is Ji Zichen, my brother."

Ji Nuoan faced Ji Yunjue,

Ji Yunjue almost burst out saying "Your brother is not me", but the string called reason in his mind told him that he couldn't say that like a fool.

So he could only smile decently, stretch out his hand,

"Hello."

Ji Zichen also held his hand,

The boy looked at his brother again,

"This is Ji Yunjue, mine..."

The young man pursed his lips,

"guest."