The king of the wind and the clouds does not see the king

Feng Zheng practiced boxing since he was a child. He was full of internal energy and spoke loudly. Han Yue heard him clearly from the side. Zhan Luyao paid special attention to his expression and found that he had no obvious reaction, but just pursed his lips lightly.

He deliberately replied: "Mom, don't worry, I'm just such a real brother, how could I not treat him well?"

Han Yue still didn't respond, which made Zhan Luyao a little bored. Just as he was about to make some more jokes to make his mother happy, his father Zhan Shiying was replaced on the phone.

"Zhan Lu, don't use your tricks in the entertainment industry to coax your mother. I don't care what your jobs are like. You are relatives at home. There is no conspiracy or calculation in the family, and there is no such thing as a king who doesn't see a king. Don't Do you know how to bully Xiaoyue?"

Zhan Luyao finally understood that the instigator of the current embarrassing situation was actually himself, and his father must have seen his speech in front of the camera that day before making such a decision.

"Dad, don't worry about it. What we want to say is arranged by the company in advance. It's all a kind of performance and a gimmick. Only when there is competition and hot spots, the fans will be happy."

Han Yue glared at him from the opposite side, and mouthed two words—'No. '

Zhan Luyao hurriedly gestured to him, telling him not to disrupt the stage, but fortunately Zhan Shiying didn't repeat himself, and said, "Give the phone to Xiaoyue."

Zhan Luyao obediently handed the phone to Han Yue. He didn't know what his father was saying there, but Han Yue kept nodding his head and politely answered yes. Rolling eyes.

Zhan Shiying is a very orthodox and even somewhat old-fashioned man. Apart from loving playing the piano, he has almost no hobbies. This is not like a rich man at all, but he is very rich. Most of the land in this city belongs to the Zhan family. So he can live very well just by collecting rent.

Ma Lingshu also knew this part, that's why he talked about his good family background today.

Han Yue's call was finished soon, and after the call was over, he returned the phone to Zhan Luyao, who asked, "What did Dad talk to you about?"

"Tell you to take care of the coffee, and tell me to take care of my body."

"Dad, I treat you better than my own son. He never worries about my health."

"You'll be sick, probably until the sun rises in the west."

Although this sentence is not pleasant, it is also true. He has practiced boxing with his mother Feng Zheng since he was a child. Even now, he has never stopped exercising, so let alone serious illness, he does not even have a cold or fever. Pass.

"It's all thanks to Mom." He sighed.

Han Yue glanced at him, and then repeated sullenly: "Better to you than to my own son."

Dear judges, after seeing this, everyone should understand that Feng Zheng and Zhan Luyao are closer, and Zhan Shiying treats Han Yue better, but in terms of blood relationship, Feng Zheng and Han Yue are the real mother and son , and Zhan Shiying and Zhan Luyao are real father and son.

Many things in the world are so wonderful. Sometimes the depth of family ties is not directly related to the blood relationship, and the causes of this situation are too complicated, so let’s not mention it for the time being. Let us continue to tell the story of the love between the brothers.

It was very quiet in front of the bar, because Zhan Luyao was suffering from a headache. Half an hour ago, he did not expect that there would be a flying fairy in his home. After half an hour, he would have to think about how he should live in harmony with this brother who has never seen the king.

In reality, it really is more bloody than the TV series!

Five seconds later, Zhan Luyao chose to give up on himself. Now that it's done... Uh no, it's a foregone conclusion. There's no point in worrying any more. He adjusted his mentality as quickly as possible, raised his head, and made a gesture at Han Yue. She smiled brightly, then leaned over and hugged him.

"I'm so glad you're welcome to live here, brother!"

In order to show his welcoming feelings more clearly, Zhan Luyao also deliberately patted Han Yue on the back twice.

Han Yue's body froze slightly at first, and then he said in his pleasant and cool voice: "If you also use such exaggerated acting skills in acting, then your acting career will be in jeopardy."

Tell the truth again, can he not tell the truth once?

Zhan Luyao couldn't help but strengthened his hand when he patted him on the back for the last time, then sat back on his seat, squeezed a smile on his face and said: "I just don't think it's necessary to act in front of you, we are brothers Well, right?"

"Thank you for not stabbing me in the back just now."

"I prefer to poke straight from the front."

"I think I was taught that many years ago, good night."

After Han Yue finished speaking expressionlessly, he pushed the empty wine glass in front of Zhan Luyao, got up and left.

Zhan Luyao turned his head and watched Han Yue walk into the bedroom. He raised his head and drank the whiskey in one gulp.

The ice cubes melted, and the whiskey became very weak, even with a bit of a bitter taste. Zhan Luyao put the empty wine glass next to another wine glass. some time.

It turned out that he had always kept a grudge in his heart.

In the morning, Zhan Luyao woke up early and had a good night's dream. He forgot what happened last night, got out of bed while remaining naked, and yawned and went downstairs to wash up.

The living room was very quiet, Zhan Luyao went into the bathroom, it was only when he saw an unfamiliar toothbrush in the toothbrush bowl that he was shocked and remembered that there was an extra cohabitant in his house.

Thank goodness, Han Yue didn't go so abnormal that he even used pure black toothbrushes.

Sleeping for too long, the brain has not returned to normal operation, Zhan Luyao misplaced the focus of the problem, he casually pulled a bath towel around his waist, and hurried to the living room with a toothbrush, only to find that Han Yue had already woken up , sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the balcony, holding a small watering can in his hand, staring at the lucky bamboo in front of him.

Is he sunbathing?Or are you communicating with creatures?

Fortunately, I have been used to the behavior of Han Yue, an old monk who entered into meditation since I was a child, otherwise Zhan Luyao would definitely treat him as a psychopath.

He walked over lightly. Coffee was napping next to the small house. When he saw the owner coming, he jumped up immediately, ran to his feet, and looked at him with wet eyes, saying hello. look.

It's a pity that the pet's love was not conveyed to Zhan Luyao smoothly. The coffee was too close, his nose was itchy, he raised his head, and started the bad luck of sneezing again.

Han Yue came back to his senses, took out a piece of dog biscuit from his pocket, threw it into a far corner, and the coffee ran away after the snack.

"Thank you," Zhan Luyao rubbed his nose and asked, "What are you talking about with Bamboo?"

"It said that you haven't given it any water for more than ten days."

Zhan Luyao felt that the correct Chinese expression should be "watering", but Han Yueyang drank too much ink, so it is understandable that his words do not convey the meaning.

"Have you evolved to the point where you can communicate with creatures?"

Probably Zhan Luyao's expression was too exaggerated, Han Yue frowned, he stood up, and said seriously: "Any kind of object in this world is alive, and dull people can't feel it, it doesn't mean that there is no life." exist."

If this is the case, then let him continue to be a dull person, he doesn't want to chat with a lucky bamboo early in the morning.