my brother is not cute at all

The bright sunlight poured into the spacious president's office through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Hou Zeqi was leaning on the leather president's chair, with his long legs crossed on the desk, staring down at a stack of paper contracts and studying them seriously.

His hair was coated with a layer of soft light gold by the sun, and his feather fan-like eyelashes cast a slender silhouette on the bridge of his handsome nose. The whole person was like an oil painting bathed in the sun.

When the assistant knocked on the door and brought Hou Chenghai and Ji Wanyu in, he couldn't help being stunned seeing the scene, Hou Chenghai waved them away, went straight to the desk, knocked on the desk and said displeasedly: "I didn't tell you that the company wants Do you wear formal clothes, are you going to go to a catwalk in such casual clothes?"

"I'm hot, let me know before you come next time, I'll go into the back room and give you a temporary change." Hou Zeqi sat in the president's chair and turned around, showing no intention of giving up his seat.

Hou Chenghai was used to his appearance of being neither big nor small, so he continued to ask: "How is your discussion with the game company on the things around the transfer beads?"

"Didn't you send the electronic version of the contract to your mailbox last night? The paper version is here." Hou Zeqi threw the contract in his hand on the table and got up and stretched: "You can read it, I feel a headache , I'll make you some tea."

As he spoke, he smiled at Ji Wanyu who was sitting on the sofa: "Second Mom, what kind of tea would you like to drink?"

Ji Wanyu smiled softly: "I don't choose, I can drink anything."

"Then I'll give you a cup of craft scented tea?" Hou Zeqi directly helped her make the decision, and then asked: "The beauty salon downstairs has fresh stewed fruit and bird's nest, so I can order one for you too. Can you buy the yellow peach one?"

"Yes, yes," Ji Wanyu praised him repeatedly: "Zho Qi really has a heart."

"It's quick for you to change your mind," Hou Chenghai said with a smile, "By the way, book a restaurant downstairs. We will hold a high-level meeting here in the afternoon. We will have lunch here. Call your brother and tell him to come over too."

Before Hou Zeqi could agree, Ji Wanyu rushed to say politely: "I'll call you, Zeqi, go get busy."

"Second Mom, he doesn't answer the phone in class. It's not far away anyway. I'll pick him up at school."

After Hou Zeqi finished speaking, he went out the door whistling, made tea, ordered bird's nest, and made a reservation for the restaurant, all in one go, and then drove to the school with ease.

Ever since he accompanied Yang Yue to deliver a USB flash drive, he has become familiar with the way of the school. A few days ago, Yang Yue was in a hurry and forgot to take his mobile phone. a name.

As soon as he entered the gate of the dance academy today, the security guard was still on duty. He greeted him and directed him to the third floor.

Yang Yue is currently giving a classical dance basic training class to a choreographer class. The sun shines in from the window, making his white skin reflect light. She kept her head and shook her head, and her steps were neat and light, as if dancing on a lotus.

Pushing hands, piercing hands, changing dancing postures, landing on the ground smoothly and continuing to turn flat without slowing down at all, the hair tied in a half ponytail was loosened, and the dark middle hair was coated with a layer of light gold by the sun. The floating dust wrapped around him like a layer of soft light.

After finishing a series of spinning skills, the students around couldn't help but applaud in surprise, Hou Zeqi also secretly thought that he was very strong, and then Yang Yue's cold voice sounded, pulling everyone back to their senses.

"Do you understand? You must keep your head and shake your head quickly. No matter how you change your dancing posture, your eyes must be fixed on a fixed point so that you don't get dizzy. Pick up the elastic for me."

After speaking, a girl handed him the rubber band that fell on the ground. He took it and picked it up on his wrist. After biting his teeth lightly, he tied the half ponytail again. The whole series of movements were casual and attractive.

"No music for now, group and follow me to do this movement again." Yang Yue said, stepped back in front of the mirror, hooked her toes, picked up the drum stick that fell on the ground, and held it firmly in her hand. The girl stared blankly at the door frequently, frowning with displeasure: "Is there anything to see outside the door? Is there a peerless handsome guy waving a check to propose to you?"

There is no such thing as waving a check to propose marriage, but the peerless handsome guy... there really is one.

Yang Yue followed everyone's gazes, and a tall figure outside the door and window immediately moved aside. He cursed in a low voice, got up, walked over and opened the door.

Hou Zeqi who was about to hide: "..."

Yang Yue who caught the person straight: "..."

"You..." Hou Zeqi took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and hung them on the V-neck of his casual shirt. After thinking about it, he decided to say hello first: "Good morning, my dear brother——"

"Stand outside and wait for me to finish class." Yang Yue slammed the door with a "boom" before anyone could finish speaking.

Tsk, so cold.

Hou Zeqi shrugged, turned around and leaned against the corridor, took out his mobile phone and idly checked the jokes on Weibo.

In the classroom, Yang Yue was so disturbed by him, seeing the students looking out frequently, her heart was inexplicably irritable, and her verbal words became sharp——

"Zhixue! Your movements are always half a beat slower than others, have you tied a Chinese knot on your reflex arc?"

"Yin Xiaojing, go down your chest and waist, is your chest covered with a steel plate? It's as hard as iron."

"Who is fighting for the rhythm! Are you afraid that you won't be able to catch up with the supermarket discount when you buy eggs?"

Hou Zeqi outside the door simply put his mobile phone back into his pocket, and read some sand sculpture jokes, listening to Yang Yue's class was like listening to jokes.

"You! What kind of hand shape do you have! Are you a fortune teller? You have been told many times that you will not change it, is it inherited from your family?"

"Hey, Anya, your legs are strong enough, like levers, you can lift the earth if you have a fulcrum."

"..."

Finally got through to the end of the get out of class, the shoulders of those listening to the laughter at the base of the wall outside the classroom were shaking, and the tortured people in the classroom were crying again and again.

Line up, get out of class, and the students who had been trained for half a class rushed into the locker room screaming.

Yang Yue came out with her arms around her arms, saw a person leaning in the corridor, walked over and kicked that person's calf.

Hou Zeqi put away his phone and turned around. Seeing that Yang Yue was still wearing cat claw shoes for class, he put his hands under his armpits without thinking, and lifted him up like a cat!

Yang Yue: "..."

Hou Zeqi picked him up and carried him to the classroom, complaining to him carelessly as he walked: "Why did you run out wearing socks? What should I do if I catch a cold?"

In the corridor, students who had finished class came out one after another, and cast strange glances at this side. Yang Yue almost couldn't hold back the anger, lifted his leg and gave someone a kick in the crotch. After thinking about it, he still gritted his teeth and warned: "Don't you Let go, believe it or not, I was kicked off by you?"

Hou Zeqi glanced down and found that this posture was indeed dangerous, so he let go of his hands and quickly turned him around, and continued to lift him up and walk to the classroom.

"Fuck!" Yang Yue was like a cat whose tail had been trampled on, she opened her mouth and scolded, "You fucking put me down!"

Hou Zeqi finally walked to the door of the classroom, put the person down and quickly avoided the oncoming kick.

Yang Yue yelled "You are fucking sick" and was about to kick the second kick, but was interrupted by an exclamation from behind.

The two girls who had just walked out of the locker room were stunned to see a tall and straight man carrying Yang Yue into the classroom like a cat and gently placing him on the ground. Kicking and yelling, like flirting and scolding, instantly shattered their three views.

"Mr. Yang, are you... eh? You're not that, that..." The leading girl faltered and couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

The little girl next to her blushed and screamed, pulled her up and ran, saying as she ran, "Mr. Yang, please continue, we didn't see anything!"

"Hey Zhixue, do you think he looks like that—" Seeing that she was about to be dragged to the back door of the classroom, the girl twisted her neck and looked back and forth at Hou Zeqi's face unwillingly.

The girl who was called Zhixue was still blushing, she turned her head and shouted at Yang Yue, "Teacher Yang, I support you" and then dragged the unwilling girl away from the back door.

"What's the matter?" A girl in the locker room heard the movement outside, poked her head out curiously, and sighed loudly after being stunned for two seconds: "Damn it! You're so handsome!"

Then she turned around and greeted the classmates in the locker room: "Hey, come and see—"

A group of noisy girls instantly made the atmosphere chaotic, Yang Yue pushed Hou Zeqi out of the classroom without saying a word: "Get out and wait for me!"

Hou Zeqi was pushed back a bit, and after steadying his steps, he bumped into the two girls who hurried out from the back door of the classroom, and the girl who had been staring at him slapped her forehead in a sudden realization: "Oh! Are you Not that—”

Hou Zeqi calmly took out his sunglasses and put them on: "You are mistaken, I am not."

"..."

In fact, Yang Yue was somewhat resistant to eating with the elders. When he was at the Yang family, there were many rules and bad atmosphere at the table, which made him wish to leave the table early after the meal.

Later, when her parents divorced, Ji Wanyu always felt ashamed of him, and made delicious food for him in different ways. The excessive concern and guilt in her eyes always made it hard for him to say anything.

He has learned dance for many years and knows how to express all kinds of complicated emotions with body language, but he alone cannot respond to Ji Wanyu's love for him, which makes him feel sad.

But at the dinner table today, Hou Chenghai and Hou Zeqi's father and son would quarrel from time to time, and they would often chat with Ji Wanyu about design drafts and topics of interest to her. The kind of person who cares about the feelings of the people around him no matter where he is, and doesn't make the situation awkward.

It's just that one has a delicate mind, and the other is just a simple talker.

Ji Wanyu adhered to her usual habits, while watching the father and son bickering with a smile on her face, she added vegetables to Yang Yue's bowl. Seeing that the fish in the bowl had almost turned into hills, Yang Yue felt a little overwhelmed.

"Mom, you can eat it yourself, you also need more nutrition." Although he likes to eat fish, he can't help his mother treat him like a cat.

"I'm not like you. At my age, I will get fat if I eat too much." Ji Wanyu sighed, and continued to eat the baby vegetables in the casserole.

"The body is not as important as the body." Yang Yue thought for a while, and regardless of Ji Wanyu's objection, she picked out a piece of chicken for her: "Eat this, it won't make you fat."

Hou Chenghai looked at their mother and son with a smile, and said with emotion: "Xiaoyue is such a good child, obedient and sensible." Speaking of this, he glanced at some people meaningfully: "It's not like some people who don't let people Don't worry."

Hou Zeqi paused for picking fish bones, and was unhappy: "If you don't bring one like you, why would you bring a bunch of good ones? Why did I mess with you?"

Ji Wanyu couldn't help laughing in this atmosphere: "Okay, he's a pretty good son, so don't talk about him all the time."

She said, looked at the two children with a smile, and suddenly suggested: "Tomorrow is the weekend, let's go home for dinner tonight, you two didn't come back last week, Tongtong still misses you all the time."

Hou Zeqi was about to nod his head in agreement, but Yang Yue poured cold water on his head: "Mom, I have a final tomorrow night, and you forgot again."

Ji Wanyu quickly reacted: "Oh yes, look at my memory, you said before that you can find two internal tickets, did you find it?"

Yang Yue: "I'll ask tonight, and I'll send you a message when I get it."

Ji Wanyu: "When the time comes, I will go to see you with my uncle, and when it's over, I'll take you to eat something delicious."

"Okay," Yang Yue nodded, and continued to eat with her head down.

The calf hidden under the table was lightly touched at this moment, he stopped chewing, and turned his head to give Hou Zeqi a look of "what do you want to do again?"

Hou Zeqi pasted it indiscriminately, raised the teacup to cover his lips, and asked in a low voice that only two people could hear clearly: "Did you forget that there is another person at home, Teacher Xiao Yang?"

"Huh?" Yang Yue lowered her voice, bit the tip of her chopsticks and asked knowingly, "Is there?"

"Me, don't I deserve to watch your game?" Hou Zeqi pressed his lips against the rim of the cup, squeezed out a rhetorical question from between his teeth, then blew on the tea, and took a sip in his mouth.

"Oh," Yang Yue teased coldly and ruthlessly, "You are too noble and unworthy in the world."

"—Puff cough cough cough!"

A muffled cough suddenly broke out at the harmonious dining table, Ji Wanyu's pupils trembled in fright, and she hurriedly asked, "Hey! Choose Qi, what's wrong?"

Hou Zeqi quickly pulled out a tissue to cover his mouth, coughed and waved his hands, his voice distorted by choking: "No...it's hot, it's hot."

"What a big man, yet so frizzy," Hou Chenghai complained dissatisfiedly.

Hou Zeqi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and gave Yang Yue a slightly resentful look.

Yang Yue was watching the play with the tips of her chopsticks in her mouth amidst the chaos, the corners of her mouth raised secretly couldn't conceal her secret joy after the prank.