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When Ye Xiaolou saw Xiang Shaochen, he was still in a daze. He almost completely forgot about the boy who bumped him into the hospital not long after he woke up, but the look at the door of Xiang Yan's study The impression is very deep.

Ye Xiaolou knew before that Xiang Yan had a biological son, and he was also very good. Except for Xiang Rong, the eldest daughter of the Xiang family, Xiang Rou, who had been abroad all the time, he was the only one besides Xiang Yan. The second most powerful man in the hierarchical family.

Xiang Shaochen has a thin and strong body, wearing a pure black handmade suit, even though he was sweating a lot just now, he couldn't resist tearing off his tie, but the collar was unbuttoned two times, and there was a fine layer of tightness on his Adam's apple. He was sweating, but his steps were still very steady. Walking beside Ye Xiaolou was really like a brother picking up his younger brother home from school, followed by more than a dozen bodyguards, walking out of the campus in a mighty way.

The two helicopters had quickly left the sky above the school, as if they had never been here before, and the school was as silent as if the students were still on vacation.

But no one knows how aggrieved Xiang Shaochen is as a "brother". In this short one and a half hours, he has gone through from anxiety to anger, and finally he is almost desperate. God knows that his father who is still abroad knows. After hearing this news, will he put down the phone and fly back to pick his skin!

Xiang Shaochen felt his stomach throbbing, Ye Xiaolou sat in the same car with him, leaning on the wide leather back seat, clutching his stomach with white faces, the expressions of the two 'brothers' Unusual like.

Xiang Shaochen tapped his knee twice lightly with his fingers, it seemed that he hadn't gotten out of the turbulent mood just now, the lines of his face were all tense.

Ye An was in the other car, and was rarely restless.

If it was when Ye Xiaolou first arrived at Xiang's house, the only thing he was worried about now was Xiang Shaochen, the prince, because at that time, Ye Xiaolou gave him the impression that he was still a delicate and cowardly young master, timid and timid. And easily startled, compared to being with Miss Xiang since he was a child, Xiang Shaochen, the biological son of the head of the Xiang family, is like two extremes that cannot be put together at all.

But now, Ye An is not too worried about what Ye Xiaolou will suffer from Xiang Shaochen, he is mainly worried about another thing.

Seeing his expression, one of Ye An's subordinates felt a little abnormal, and asked him, "Brother An, are you worried about the young master..."

The subordinate didn't finish the second half of the sentence, but the meaning was obvious: our young master is still so young, don't be bullied by the prince.

"No." Ye An leaned on the back of the chair, and said leisurely after a while, "I'm worried that the young master won't be able to bear it."

"……what?"

Xiang Shaochen looked at Ye Xiaolou suspiciously, and after a while he couldn't help but said: "What's wrong with you, why is your face so ugly?"

Ye Xiaolou's face was pale, "I'm fine, your face...is not very pretty, do you want to vomit too?"

Ye Xiaolou looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't say it, tears were about to fall from his eyes.

Xiang Shaochen leaned over unprepared, "What? Hey...the driver! The driver stops!!!"

Xiang Shaochen endured the roar for several hours and finally broke out in the car.

The sadness and anger just now were nothing, he just wanted to beat up his little brother and let his subordinates put them in sacks and throw them into the sea!

When getting out of the car, the first person to be helped down was the prince who had taken off his coat, had disheveled hair, and a gloomy face. Ye An then carried Ye Xiaolou off the large leather seat. There was no blood on the very fair face at this time, it looked no different from when Xiang Yan carried him out of the small room.

"Brother... Brother, are you angry?"

Xiang Shaochen paused, and turned his head stiffly: "No, how could I be angry with you, brother, but why didn't you tell me about motion sickness earlier?"

Ye Xiaolou lifted his head weakly from Ye An's arms, his eyes were full of guilt, regret, and fear, and even a kind of indescribable rich emotion, so that even Ye An was almost moved, "I'm sorry ...

I'm afraid you won't let me go home in your car after I tell you. Maybe it's because I was hit before. I don't know why I can't help but want to vomit...Brother, are you angry with me?I'll wash your clothes for you when you get back, brother, don't be angry with me..."

When he yelled the word 'brother', it was no different from saying 'Daddy' to Xiang Yan, with a natural tone and deep feelings, as if he really liked Xiang Shaochen and wanted to get close to his brother.

But Ye An clearly felt the strength of his hand holding his clothes, so big that his nails were deeply pinched into his arm, Ye An resisted the urge to throw him away, while thinking Whether he is nervous or afraid of something, but his expression at this moment is really sincere.

It's hard for Xiang Shaochen, the eldest son of a gangster family who has been surrounded by a lot of bodyguards, nannies and tutors since he was a child, and is personally educated and taken care of by Miss Xiang, that he doesn't even know what to say at this time.

"Brother?" Ye Xiaolou called tremblingly.

Xiang Shaochen nodded stiffly, then turned around stiffly, and strode away under the trembling gazes of the guards.

"Will my brother be angry with me?" Ye Xiaolou said pitifully.

Ye An said expressionlessly, "I don't know if he's angry or not, but Mr. Xiang, you'd better think about how to explain it first."

Ye Xiaolou panicked immediately.