My telegraph pole says I'm leaving the order

At 05:30 in the morning, Ji Yunjue, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, was awakened by a rapid knock on the door. He walked to the door impatiently with his hairstyle like a chicken coop, and opened the door with a "snap".

"Are you urging your life? Come to me if you don't sleep in the morning!"

As he spoke, he frowned and glanced at the boy's room. Seeing that there was no movement, he stretched his brows and glanced at Huang Mao.

The yellow hair was covered with hairs when he looked at it, and he put down his raised hand embarrassingly,

"Jue, brother Jue, I just want to ask you for some small things."

"What's the matter?" Ji Yunjue let out a sigh and rubbed his hair, "Hurry up, I have to go back to sleep after I finish!"

"That..." Huang Mao looked at him pitifully, "Can I go in first?"

Ji Yunjue looked at him out of the corner of his eyes,

"Tsk!"

"So?" Ji Yunjue handed him a glass of water, "That girl wants to get back with you now?"

Huang Mao held the cup, sat upright on the sofa, and nodded upon hearing this,

"Brother Jue, I don't know what to do now, after all, I really like her."

"Cut," Ji Yunjue looked at him with disdain,

"Zhou Zerui, can you be a little promising?" Ji Yunjue sat down with a cup of tea made for himself,

"Although your mother gave you a random name, it doesn't mean that you are so casual. Are you trash? That woman will be kicked away if she wants it or not?"

Huang Mao weakly retorted, "...I don't think my mother gave me a casual name..."

"..." Ji Yunjue looked at him, "Is this the point?"

"But... But I think her attitude of admitting her mistakes is quite good. I think she may have sincerely repented and wants to be with me."

Ji Yunjue slapped him with a slap, hating iron for being weak,

"Zhou Zerui, do you collect trash? You collect everything that people don't want? That woman can tell it's not a good thing at a glance. Do you still miss such trash?"

"But..." Huang Mao lowered his head, "I..."

"Stop!" Ji Yunjue interrupted him, got up and went to the kitchen to get a rolling pin and put it on the table, smiling softly,

"Go on."

"...Brother Jue, I think what you said is right. I can't take this kind of rubbish. I'll go downstairs and buy you what you want to eat at dawn!"

"It's fine if you think about it," Ji Yunjue nodded in satisfaction, "I'll go back to sleep for a while, you buy breakfast and put it on the table, the key is hanging on the wall, remember to lock the door when you leave."

"..."

When the yellow hair came, there was a lot of movement. The boy who didn't sleep well in the first place sat up and went to the bathroom to finish washing, then returned to the bed and sat in a daze.

He remembered the conversation with Mr. Ji last night, and the promise that didn't look like a promise.

Feel the taste of love together?

The boy lowered his eyes.

Ji Yunjue, you better not be joking...

The teenager sat on the bed until 07:30 before opening the door to go out. When he went out, he saw the yellow hair sleeping on the sofa at a glance.

Ji Yunjue couldn't fall back to sleep after being woken up, so he just lay on the bed and played with his mobile phone, and kept paying attention to the movement in the boy's room by the way.

Hearing the sound of the door of the boy's room being opened, he also got up from the bed and prepared to make something delicious for the child.

"Mr. Ji?" Hearing the sound of the door opening, the boy turned to look at him.

"Mr. Zhou is here and is sleeping on the sofa."

Ji Yunjue paused when he heard the words, looked at the person lying on the sofa, nodded, with a face full of indifference,

"Don't mind him."

While talking, he walked to the table, picked up breakfast and went into the kitchen. When he came out, the things had already been arranged in plates.

He waved at the boy who was still standing there,

"Little Nuoan, come and have breakfast."

The young man nodded and walked towards him.

"Oh, that's right!" Ji Yunjue seemed to have suddenly remembered something, reaching into his pocket to feel for something,

"this is for you."

He took a bottle of fudge out of his pocket,

"I bought it for you, but I forgot to give it to you yesterday."

Ji Nuoan paused, watching Fudge standing there for a long while without speaking.

"What's wrong?" Ji Yunjue saw the boy standing there without moving.

"Don't you like this?" He asked with concern, a little embarrassed,

"I don't know that you don't like this. I saw that you like sweets, so I thought you would like this. It doesn't matter if you don't like it. I'll just throw him away..."

"No." The young man lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand to hold the bottle of candy, and suddenly raised his head and smiled.

"I like it very much, thank you, bro."

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

kids call him...

elder brother……

"I, I..." Ji Yunjue faltered, and suddenly covered his blushing face, turned and walked quickly to the bathroom,

"I'm on fire again!"

Huang Mao, who woke up at some point, was sitting on the sofa with disheveled hair. He had just been shown his affection, and now he looked confused.

Huangmao: "..." I seem to feel the deep malice towards single dogs in this world!

The young man glanced at the back of the man, turned his head to look at the yellow hair, and tilted his head unconsciously,

"Do I need to boil some rock sugar pear water for Mr. Ji to relieve the fire?"

Nuoan remembered that when the weather was dry when he was a child, Li's mother would make rock sugar pear water for him, saying that it could prevent him from getting angry.

Huang Mao waved his hands sadly,

"No, no, no, the fire on your brother cannot be suppressed by pear water."

The boy frowned suspiciously.

"What do you need then?"

Huang Mao smiled and looked at the person who just came out of the bathroom.

"What can you say to suppress your fire? Brother~"

Ji Yunjue: "..." Shit!