side of couch

Ning Yong's complexion is very bad, he always has a smile on his face, calm and gentle, anyone will think him harmless and amiable.

But now he is very angry. Once angry, his outline will become very sharp, and his eyes will be as sharp as an eagle. He hung up the phone and started to pack his luggage.

When Ning Rong came in, he saw his elder brother packing his luggage with a serious expression on his face, and he was stunned: "What are you doing?"

Ning Yong glanced at his younger brother who was [-]% similar to himself, and three words popped out of his mouth: "Go back to Hangzhou."

"You have only been here for a few hours and you are going back?" Ning Rong said in surprise.

"You can take care of things here. If you can't, call me again. I have something urgent to go back."

"What urgent matter do you have over there in Hangzhou? It's going to be a mess here, and you actually want to leave now?" Ning Rong stopped Ning Yong who was about to leave with a big stride.

Frowning and looking at his younger brother, he was very displeased: "If it's not important, why should I leave now? Don't you know me yet?"

"Can you tell me exactly what's going on? Don't tell me, as a younger brother, I'm not qualified to know?" Ning Rong didn't give in, he really didn't understand, what could be more important than the fact that the family property is about to change hands?

Ning Yong didn't want to mention Geng Shaoran to his younger brother, his instinct told him that it would be very dangerous to talk about it now.

But his heart is not here long ago, that little idiot, he has only been away for a few hours and he can lie nonsense, go out to play, and turn off the phone, isn't it obvious that he is fooling around behind his back?

What the boy said at that time is still echoing in my mind: "Mr. Ning, do you like me?"

In his Ning Yong's cognition, the moment the boy uttered these words, he had no other choice, and he would not let him have any other choice.

"Brother, what's the matter with you? You're a bit strange when you come back this time. You've been staring at your phone just now, and your face is not good."

"If there's anything wrong with me, don't think too much about it."

The two seemed to continue to argue, but Aunt Zhang, who took care of them since they were young, suddenly came over and said to Ning Yong: "Young Master, there is someone outside the door who claims to be your friend and wants to see you."

Ning Yong was startled, wondering who was looking for him at this time, so he asked, "Who is it?"

"He said his name was Geng Shaoran."

Hearing this name, he immediately threw away the luggage in his hand, took a few steps to the entrance, opened the door and walked out quickly.

As soon as he walked through the garden, he saw the boy standing there with his head down and a suitcase at his feet.

He walked past the guard at the door, pushed open the iron door, and said softly, "Baby, didn't you tell me to wait for me obediently at home?"

Hearing his voice, Geng Shaoran shook his shoulders and mumbled, "I'm sorry..."

"I... I called you and you never answered, so... So I asked your assistant, he told me your address in Beijing, and then I found it..."

"I just wanted to give you a surprise... I didn't expect you to misunderstand..." After talking for a long time, he found that the man didn't respond at all. He was embarrassed and sad. He paused for a long time, and then said in a low voice: "I'm sorry..."

He has been waiting for the other party to respond to him, but after waiting for a long time, there is nothing, biting his lip sadly, tears are about to fall.

Suddenly there was a heavy weight on his head, and his broad hands gently rubbed his short hair, and a deep and pleasant male voice rang in his ears: "You little idiot, I should be the one who should say sorry, why did you explain it..." He said , slipped his hands to his waist, and hugged him into his arms.

Gently rubbing against the top of the man's chin, Geng Shaoran leaned contentedly in the man's arms, feeling that even if he died at this moment, he would be happy and have no regrets.

"Sorry, I won't misunderstand you again in the future, can you forgive me?" The man suddenly apologized, his tone was extremely sincere, and he seemed very ashamed and remorseful.

Geng Shaoran shook his head vigorously in his arms: "I shouldn't have told you, it's not your fault, Yong, don't ignore me..."

"Oh, why would I ignore you? It's you, just don't dislike me as an old man." The man smiled softly, his chest vibrating, making Geng Shaoran feel unprecedented security and comfort.

The boy suddenly raised his head and stared at him, his eyes were round and he said in surprise, "How do you get old? You are so young..."

"Little idiot, how old do you think I am?" The man laughed, he never told the boy his age.

"Uh..." The boy was stunned, his big eyes were full of innocence and bewilderment, he didn't know what to say.

"Okay, don't stand at the door to blow the air, let's go in and talk about it." Then, he stroked the boy's hair, picked up the boy's luggage and walked in holding hands.

"I can take it myself..." He argued weakly, but the man just pretended not to hear.

Ning Rong leaned against the door of the porch, folded his arms, raised his eyebrows and looked at Geng Shaoran who was following Ning Yong with his head down, and asked meaningfully: "Is this what you are in a hurry to leave?"

Ning Yong's expression remained unchanged, and he still smiled gently. He embraced the awkward boy beside him, bowed his head and softly introduced into his ear: "Baby, this is my younger brother, Ning Rong."

Geng Shaoran's ears were flushed, he raised his head to look at Ning Rong who was staring at him, and said in a low voice with flushed face, "Hello, I'm Geng Shaoran."

Geng Shaoran?

Ning Rong had an understanding expression on his face, this boy turned out to be the one on the phone last time, his brother's current cohabitation partner...

With a smile on his lips, Ning Rong stretched out his hand: "Hi, I'm Ning Rong."

Looking at this man's smile, Geng Shaoran felt a little silly, and unconsciously raised his hand to shake him, muttering in his heart - he looks like Ning Yong, it feels ridiculous, so evil...

Carrying luggage in one hand and Geng Shaoran in the other, he walked to his room. Ning Yong said, "Aunt Zhang, please warm up a cup of milk. Ning Rong, let's talk tomorrow if you have anything to do. It's late now, it's time to rest."

Over there, Aunt Zhang hurriedly went to heat the milk. Ning Rong looked at the backs of the two with a half-smile. He didn't turn back to his room until the door was closed.

In the room, Geng Shaoran sat obediently by the bed, watching the man hang his clothes in the cupboard.

Not long after the door was knocked, Ning Yong handed overheated milk to Geng Shaoran: "You have blown the wind for a while, drink the milk to warm your body."

He sat next to the boy, hugged his slender waist, and watched him drink the milk one gulp at a time.

The boy was frowning, and he sighed after a while, Ning Yong asked amusedly: "What's the matter? You can feel worried even after drinking milk?"

Cursing his lips, Geng Shaoran said dissatisfiedly: "I have been drinking milk for so many years, and I have not seen how tall I have grown. You have never drank milk, but you are a head taller than me. It is too unfair."

The man laughed, and with all his might he brought the boy down on the bed, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Who told me to be your husband? Of course it's better if I'm taller than you..."

The boy's face was flushed with anger, and he put his hands on the man's chest and beat him lightly: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? You are obviously my wife..." As soon as he said that, he lowered his head and kissed the boy's lips, his arms tightened, and he hugged the treasure that hurt him so much, carefully keep warm.