my brother is not cute at all

"Don't go."

The crisp silver bell made a light "jingle" at the moment the two passed by, a thin, white hand grabbed the clothes on his shoulders, he tilted his head, and looked along the thin wrist. .

The handsome young man was looking at him with a smile: "You are the new substitute, right? The manager is going to have a meeting, come with me to the meeting room."

"You are……?"

"My ID is June, and I will be your teammate from now on."

He lowered his head and followed the crisp voice: "Oh, hello."

"What are you looking at? Is there something dirty on my pants?"

"No, the bell on your key is very pretty."

"What are you talking about? This is a souvenir I bought at the playground." Without hesitation, the young man raised his hand and took the bell off and handed it to him: "You like it? Give it to you, it's a gift for a meeting."

"..."

The delicate and small bell lay quietly on the palm, winding along the line of the palm print, pulling the thread-like memory.

The same ringtone, the same opening remarks, even the hand holding his shoulder tightly, all resembled the small hand that grew out of the branches and joints back then.

But the sea of ​​people was vast and far away, and he didn't even know whether the child was dead or alive, so how could he expect to meet him again based on only a vague memory?

Hou Zeqi narrowed his eyes slightly in the smoke and looked at Tong Rui: "I figured it out, you came back this time to make me feel uncomfortable."

"You can't say that," Tong Rui exhaled a long puff of smoke, "When you turned your elbows outward, you also made me feel uncomfortable."

"You long-lovers really hold grudges," Hou Zeqi scolded him with a smile.

Tong Rui lowered his head and flicked a piece of ash into the ashtray at hand, and asked solemnly: "So, after all these years, you have never thought of looking for someone? What if there is something to do?"

"Impossible," Hou Zeqi thought about Tong Rui's magical experience, and shook his head: "I'm not like you, the person you're looking for is at least half a star, as long as you keep an eye on him from behind, you won't be far away. I'm different, I don't even know his name, when I fished him, his face was covered in blood, I didn't see what he looked like, what should I look for? Where can I find it?"

The blood-stained child passed out on a stretcher and was pushed into the emergency room. His eyelashes are like black butterfly wings, perched motionless on the fragile eyelids, and the facial features that have not yet fully grown are stained with blood Even if it is covered, it can faintly reveal a bit of astonishing beauty.

His body was small and soft, his skin was as cold as the piercing ice in a pool of water, and it had gradually turned pale, and the little hand that was still tightly gripping his clothes just now was hanging limply on the edge of the stretcher bed. It felt like I could no longer forcefully grab his shoulders and call him "don't go".

"If I had known how powerful he was, I shouldn't have left him in the hospital."

Hou Zeqi cleared the images in his mind, took two deep puffs of the cigarette, pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and let out a faint chuckle.

Tong Rui frowned, and said calmly, "If you want to find it, you can find it anywhere."

"Forget it," Hou Zeqi said, "If my life can be as bloody as yours, then I'll—"

"Call me Dad."

"You get out."

Hou Zeqi picked up the cigarette case on the coffee table and threw it at him, stood up and straightened the hem of his clothes.

"It's been so long, let's go have a meal together." Seeing him get up, Tong Rui also put out the cigarette butt in his hand, and stood up from the sofa.

Hou Zeqi didn't answer, but took out his mobile phone and asked, "What time is it?"

Then he pressed the button on the side of the phone, and the message that popped up on the screen made him dumbfounded——

Little ancestor: I'm at the back door, where are you?

Little ancestor: dead?

"..."

Ruined.

Hou Zeqi suddenly pulled up his long legs like a gust of wind and strode over to the desk, grabbed the jacket on the leather chair and shook it off and put it on his body. Tong Rui was stunned by the fighting spirit.

"Why are you going? Do you want to eat or not?"

"What to eat!" Hou Zeqi grabbed the car keys and left.

There was a muffled bang from the heavy wooden door of the office, except for the lingering smell of tobacco in the air, there was only the sentence before he left, "Let's eat it some other day when I am alive!" go.

He left in such a hurry that Tong Rui froze on the spot, and didn't even hear whether he said he was alive or sick, but judging by his posture, he probably had both.

When Hou Zeqi drove all the way to the back gate of the school at lightning speed, Yang Yue had already tightly tied the drawstrings on the hat of the sweater, and stood in the fine autumn rain, freezing into a shivering Lubing flower.

The moment the car door was slammed shut, Hou Zeqi didn't even dare to turn his head to look at his ancestor who was covered in cold steam.

He only dared to clear his throat in a dignified manner, and asked, "Well, are you... all right?"

Before he could finish speaking, a leg kicked towards him with a whistling wind!

"Hey!" Before Hou Zeqi's brain could react, his hands had already grasped the other's cold and thin ankle.

In such a narrow compartment, I don't know how amazing the flexibility of this ancestor is to be able to kick his legs so high nimbly and quickly.

"What are you doing! I'm concerned about you. I kicked you as soon as I came up. Why are you so unreasonable?" Hou Zeqi knew he was wrong, and immediately put his soft calf back to the co-pilot after the training.

Yang Yue was so cold that she sniffed her nose, and she didn't forget to let out a cold snort from her nasal cavity: "You want me to be reasonable when you let me go? Is it because your face is too big or my temper is too good?"

"Of course it's nothing at all," Hou Zeqi took off his coat with his backhand and handed it over to coax people: "Calm down, I'm here, right?"

"If you come later, you can collect the corpse of this frozen ghost of me—oh!"

Hou Zeqi covered his mouth and scolded: "Stop talking nonsense! Take my clothes and wipe the water from your hair first, I will turn on the warm air for you, and you will be warm in a while."

Yang Yue didn't know which pain point her words had touched on Hou Zeqi's pain point, she just felt that this person's sudden scolding was somewhat inexplicable.

"Oh, did you wash it, you—" He picked up Hou Zeqi's coat and looked through it in a muttering manner, and immediately calmed down when he saw the brand name: "This dress..."

"What? Think it's dirty? Don't worry, it's just been cleaned."

"No, I can't afford to wipe it." Yang Yue quickly stuffed the coat back: "Do you have paper towels or cloths for cleaning the car? I'll just make do with it."

Car wipes?Wouldn't you be a little mud monkey after wiping it off?

Hou Zeqi was amused by him, why is he so cute?

"What's the matter? Where did your usual vigor go?" Hou Zeqi laughed at him: "Hurry up and wipe it off, you won't have to pay for it if it breaks."

"Then...after wiping, I'll wash it for you," Yang Yue said, and put the clothes on her hair unceremoniously.

Hou Zeqi started the engine in peace of mind: "After wiping, put on to warm up, fasten your seat belt, and I'll take you to eat something warm."

Yang Yue's eyes sparkled in the gloomy sky: "Hot pot?"

"In this weather, you have to queue up for delicious hot pot. I'll take you to a Korean restaurant for ginseng chicken soup."

"I don't eat red dates," Yang Yue said.

"Pick it out and I'll eat it."

The headlights cut a bright road far away, and the windshield wipers drove into the boundless night rain.

This ginseng chicken soup is clean and authentic. The specially selected 6-week-old chickens are stewed tender and soft. When you pick the chopsticks, the bones and meat are separated. The fragrant meat also has the aroma of glutinous rice and medicine. The glutinous rice in the soup is delicious and soft, and the soup is also delicious and thick. After one bite, it is directly warmed from the throat to the stomach.

Yang Yue ate until her cheeks became warm, and she even ate more than half of the pot of soup and meat.

After eating and drinking enough, he felt drowsy early when he got home. He hastily took a hot shower and forgot about helping Hou Zeqi with laundry. past.

Maybe it was because the ginseng chicken soup was too warm in his stomach. In his sleep, he was hot all over, and he tossed and turned, trying to find a place on the bed that could calm him down.

As soon as he turned over, a familiar subwoofer sounded vaguely in his ears——

"Hey, don't move around."

This voice... who is it?

Yang Yue's whole body was shaken, and she felt a little awake in a trance.

He lowered his head, a pair of strong arms were tightly wrapped around his slender waist, and the person behind him was overlapping tightly with him. The warm body temperature and strong hormonal breath mixed together to roast him, separated by the thin cloth under his body. Poor cloth, he could clearly feel the shocking mass behind his leg pressing against him.

"let me go!"

Yang Yue's hair stood on end, she struggled almost out of conditioned reflex!

But the strange thing is that his body seemed to be out of strength, and he struggled desperately, but he couldn't shake the person behind him.

Resisting to the death aroused the dissatisfaction of the person behind him. His deep and magnetic voice seemed to sprinkle a handful of hot sand, and he threatened in a hoarse voice close to his ear: "If you keep messing around, you will be responsible for helping me get it out!" .”

……alley?how to do?

After a moment of hesitation, hot breath spewed on the back of his neck, and a low, contemptuous smile came from behind him, and then, a shallow kiss slid down his neck all the way to the back of his ear, and there was a slight light kiss on his earlobe. Kiss, and then slowly move the hands imprisoned around the waist, touching down along the thin abdominal muscles...

"No, no, not there..."

It's so weird.

The person behind him seemed to hear the voice in his heart through a special medium, stroking him little by little with his slender and flexible fingers, kissing his ear and smiling softly: "Have you learned how to do this? "

"Let go, you... who the hell are you?"

"Who am I?" The hoarse voice in the ear paused, and then the smile seemed to be happier: "I am your brother."

His eyes widened in horror!When the black figure behind him suddenly attacked and bit his lips, he could clearly see the deep-set eyes of the other party.

Thick lower eyelashes, light brown pupils...

"Well!"

Yang Yue used all her strength to push the person in front of her away!The body violently bounced off the bed!

There was a dim lamp on the bedside, fine rain was floating outside the window, and the death-like silence around him made his rapid panting all the more obvious.

it's a dream...

He breathed a sigh of relief, and grabbed his smooth black hair irritably, the hot and rushing blood in his chest was surging, one after another, rushing to his temples as if they were congested with blood.

Is he crazy to have such a dream?

Moreover, the person in the dream is still...

Yang Yue didn't dare to think about it anymore, he closed his eyes and tried hard to clear those restricted images from his mind, but those real throbbing made him unable to calm down no matter what.

This is crazy.

Yang Yue shook his head, ready to go to the kitchen to drink cold water to calm down, the moment he lifted the quilt, he saw the wet cloth under his body, and he was completely dumbfounded!

He is really crazy...

he thinks.

The author says:

I don't know how long this chapter can survive, if we hang up, we will see you on Weibo