my brother is not cute at all

It's past the morning.

Yang Yue glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and secretly glanced at Hou Zeqi's tightly closed door. After confirming that it was already late at night, he tiptoed towards the bathroom with his panties stained with filth like a hot potato. .

With a snap of the door, the person in front of the washstand turned his head, and the same light brown eyes as in his sleep suddenly collided with his gaze.

"..."

Hold.

Yang Yue's eyes went dark, and he felt a bright lightning flash across the distant sky, and then a loud thunder blasted on his celestial cap!The hack made his language system instantly malfunction.

"You, how are you..."

"Yo, come here and pee," Hou Zeqi's deep eyebrows and eyes were still stained with mist, like a thick and colorful oil painting, and the three-dimensional facial features were smudged just right.

He wiped his wet hair and turned around. A sea-blue bath towel was loosely tied around his narrow waist. The mermaid line of his pectoral and abdominal muscles cast winding shadows under the bright light, and the wet drops of water flowed along Sliding down the concave lines between the gullies, it seeped into the bath towel all the way, as if falling into the imaginative deep sea.

No wonder even the dream is the shadow of this person, because he just needs to stand there quietly, and it is already a painting full of taboo colors.

The picture in the dream flashed back to her mind, and Yang Yue avoided his sight unnaturally.

"Well, you go out for a while."

Hou Zeqi raised his eyebrows with some doubts: "Why are you going out? Are you afraid to see it? It's not like I haven't seen it before."

Yang Yue clenched her teeth and urged him patiently: "Hurry up, I can't urinate while you are here."

"Oh," Hou Zeqi was dubious, "Do you need me to whistle for you?"

Yang Yueren was almost out of breath: "Are you trying to force me to kick you out?"

Hou Zeqi is enough of a bastard, chuckled and picked up the bathrobe, and whispered as he passed by people: "Then call me when you're done, I'll put the towels."

Yang Yue perfunctorily pushed the man out, closed the door, then jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, frantically putting the panties in her hand under the faucet to rinse them frantically.

"Oh, by the way," Hou Zeqi suddenly pushed the door open: "You——"

Yang Yue stared at him dumbfounded.

"...what are you washing?"

Yang Yue panicked and hid the cloth in her hand behind her back, pretending to be calm: "Wash the rag, my bed has been sprayed with water."

Whose dishcloth is a triangular letter?

Hou Zeqi looked back from behind him, seeing through but not telling the truth: "That's fine, you wash slowly, and go to bed early after washing."

Seeing that the other party's tense nerves were relaxed, he added something meaningful: "Remember to cover the quilt well, don't catch a cold."

Yang Yue gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes.

Hou Zeqi slowly closed the door under his vicious gaze like a small animal, whistled and left in a good mood.

Sure enough, the ginseng chicken soup is still too filling.

Now that it has been mended, it is necessary to help people reduce the fire.

The next day, the rain was over and the weather was fine. Hou Zeqi finished his company's chores early, breathed the fresh air after the rain and strolled to the milk tea shop in front of Yang Yue's school.

"A cup of kumquat lemon tea, a large cup with ice and three parts of sugar, take it away, add a portion of brown sugar to burn jelly, and put less brown sugar."

After ordering, Hou Zeqi gave up his seat to scan the QR code to pay, completely ignoring the girl at the front desk staring at him with bright eyes.

"Large cup of red bean milk tea, full sugar, plus a red bean double skin milk, double red bean with strawberry jam."

Eating so sweet, this person is not afraid of death.

Hou Zeqi suddenly remembered that the first time he invited Yang Yue to drink milk tea, he accidentally ordered whole sugar and red beans. As a result, his ancestors spit out the first sip, and almost coughed up his lungs.

Thinking of this, he couldn't bear to be curious, and turned his head to look over.

The chestnut-haired boy next to him was wearing a snow leopard-print stand-up collar sweater, and a light pink peaked cap was buttoned upside down, exuding a vigorous aura.

Sensing his gaze, the other party immediately turned his head and gave him a wink: "Why is the handsome guy staring at me? Has he taken a fancy to me? Do you want me to leave you a WeChat message?"

Hou Zeqi was amused by him: "No need, I added it."

"Since you added it, why didn't you ask me out? Is it because I'm not in good shape?" Jiang Haibo scanned the QR code to pay, still immersed in the drama.The little girl at the front desk stood eating melons and watching the show, with a bright smile in her eyes.

"So-so, the main reason is that there is a better figure in the family," Hou Zeqi acted with him.

"Hey, why are you so annoying!" Jiang Haibo couldn't continue acting, and posted it coquettishly.

The little girl at the front desk finally gave a chuckle and placed an order to go to work.

"Why are you here? Are you here to feed the baby again? Hey, if you continue to feed him like this, he will really look like me," Jiang Haibo said with all his heart.

Hou Zeqi glanced at him: "You don't have to worry about that. He has strong firepower and fast metabolism. It is impossible for him to grow up like you."

"I'm not fat either!" Jiang Haibo finally became impatient, and said aggrievedly, "I just have a big butt."

For some reason, Hou Zeqi suddenly thought of the small piece of fabric that Yang Yue washed under the tap last night, and said with deep meaning: "Then it is even more impossible for him to grow like you."

Jiang Haibo didn't understand the meaning of his words, he only thought that this person was in the same group as his sharp-mouthed younger brother, and it was said that he had a lot of meat.

The two got milk tea and desserts, Jiang Haibo chatted with him all the way, and brought him to the school theater.

The college's welcome party was approaching, and Yang Yue took over the mess in Hal's hands, and led the students in the department to walk on the stage of the theater and close the lights.

In order to show the stage effect, the lights in the theater were turned on very darkly, and only the stage was shining brightly.

"Teacher Lighting, the face light and bridge light here are too strong, I can't see their facial features clearly, please dim it down a bit."

"Don't want yellow-green, and adjust it to a warmer color... Well, this color is very good."

"The ground flow can be turned off, and the brightness of the top light is enough."

Hou Zeqi and Jiang Haibo found Yang Yue in the auditorium in the middle of the theater following the voice of the microphone in the darkness.

Seeing the two of them approaching, Yang Yue didn't pay any attention, just glanced at them lightly, and then continued to focus on the stage.

"Come on, all the actors return to the previous formation, run through the scheduling here, and the squad leader counts the rhythm."

With all the actors in place, Yang Yueshu quietly inspected every detail on the large and soft armchair, her brows were lightly furrowed, and her stern look seemed to be the case.

Hou Zeqi pulled down the chair next to him and sat down. Jiang Haibo's voice came from next to his ears: "He is still relatively polite today, and he didn't hate anyone. I can praise him appropriately later."

Hou Zeqi nodded, and cast his eyes on Yang Yueqing's jubilant and delicate baby face. Just as he was distracted for a moment, Yang Yue jumped up from the chair suddenly!

Pointing to a certain place on the stage and shouting: "Stop! Fu Chenyang, look back and see where the light zone is? Are you rushing so far to come down to give me New Year's greetings!"

"And you! He Yi, can you run faster in such a big dispatch? What are you doing with your small steps! Your legs are spread apart and you are afraid of tearing your eggs!"

Hou Zeqi: "..."

Jiang Haibo: "..."

Two invisible slaps in the air slapped the faces of the two of them like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, and then the little crow flapped its wings and flew away above their heads.

"It's not easy for Mr. Lighting to spend time here with you, please be smart during the rehearsal, and don't just eat the whole thing in hot pot." Yang Yue's voice was calm, but her words were like sharpened blades : "Everyone go back and do it again... He Yi, why are you raising your hand again?"

The boy whose name was called shuddered and said cautiously, "Teacher, I... want to go to the bathroom."

His humble and funny appearance amused the other actors on the stage, everyone covered their mouths and laughed lowly, Yang Yue remembered that they had been queuing here for a morning without much rest.

He breathed a sigh of relief, holding it in for a long time before uttering a word: "Go."

The boy immediately ran off the field with small steps.

Yang Yue pressed the phone in her trouser pocket to check the time, and finally there was a trace of looseness on the frosty baby's face: "Everyone rests in place for 10 minutes, you can drink water and go to the toilet, but you are not allowed to make loud noises. Come back quickly, I will help you arrange the opening in a while."

After saying that, the students immediately collapsed on the spot like a collapsed wall.

Yang Yue also took two steps back, returning to her seat and sitting down based on memory.

The chairs in the theater were designed to bounce back automatically. In a moment of impatience, he forgot to open them and sat down directly. Suddenly, he lost his center of gravity and fell backwards!

"Be careful."

A strong and powerful arm stretched out out of thin air to wrap around his waist the moment he fell, and grabbed him to the side with all his might——

Yang Yue's exclamation stuck in his throat, and after the world spun, he fell heavily into the warm embrace, and sat firmly between two strong and slender thighs.

He raised his head, facing a pair of deep eyes, which shone with gentle and dazzling light like tiger's eye in the dim light.

"..."

Again.

In an instant, the noisy playground, the dark and deep underground garage, and the shadows that suddenly came up from sleep, those gentle, deep eyes that shone with burning and moving light all overlapped with the scene at this moment.

Yang Yue opened her mouth, only feeling her heartbeat rushing to the extreme along with the ever-heating air around her.

"Cough cough."

The two stared at each other intently, Jiang Haibo couldn't stand it anymore, and cleared his throat pretendingly.

Yang Yue and Hou Zeqi turned their heads to look at the same time.

Jiang Haibo looked up and down the postures of the two of them with some embarrassment, and said with precision: "You two... are you two monkeys fishing for the moon?"

"..."

The air suddenly condensed strangely.

Three seconds later, Jiang Haibo's earth-shattering screams erupted in the empty theater——

"Ancestor! Calm down! Calm down!!"

Two black shadows jumped up from the seats, one after another flew out along the steps of the theater!

Hou Zeqi's eyes blurred, and the person in his arms had already flashed out and disappeared into the vast darkness.

The sound of footsteps approaching by his ears moved from far to near, and when he chased him around, Jiang Haibo had already lost the wind, he was thrown to the ground by Yang Yuefei like a dog.

"Did you... step on the Hot Wheels?" Jiang Haibo rolled nimbly on the ground, avoiding Yang Yue's slap in the face, and shouted: "Oh, I was wrong, I was wrong, Don't slap your face!"

It was strange that Yang Yue was obedient, he turned a deaf ear to him, and just punched and kicked him while riding on him, as if he was determined to teach him a lesson, until Jiang Haibo scolded and subdued at the same time.

"Do I rely on you! I can't even make a joke?"

"Hiss, don't screw my ass! It's against you? You are an unfilial son, dare to hit Dad?"

"Fuck you, don't hit me on the back! Mom's internal organs are about to be photographed by you! You are a shrew!"

Yang Yue didn't attack cruelly at all, but Jiang Haibo howled horribly, making Hou Zeqi shrank to one side and laughed, and finally walked over to pull the two people rolling on the ground away after laughing enough.

"Okay, don't be so arrogant. After a few minutes of rest, hurry up and have a drink."

Only then did Yang Yue withdraw her hand, took the milk tea that Hou Zeqi had pricked open, and put the straw into her mouth: "What did you buy?"

"Kumquat lemon tea, remove the fire," Hou Zeqi said.

"—Pfft! Cough cough cough!"

Yang Yue suddenly thought of the dream last night that made his blood surge. He choked his throat with a mouthful of drink, and immediately covered his mouth and coughed.

"What's wrong? Doesn't taste good?" Hou Zeqi took out a tissue and handed it to him.

Yang Yue took the tissue and covered her mouth, waved her hands again and again, her face was red and white from coughing.

It was the first time Hou Zeqi bought fruit tea for him, and he didn't know if it would suit his ancestor's taste, so he patted him on the back and persuaded him in a low voice: "Okay, let's make do with it today, I'll take you to the store for a drink later. nice drink."

Jiang Haibo came over sourly, with a plastic spoon in his mouth, and lifted the lid of Shuangpi Nai: "Tsk tsk tsk, you've become a living ancestor for him, shit, when will I have such a fucking habit?" with my brother."

Hou Zeqi also opened the lid of the burnt jelly grass with brown sugar, and said calmly, "First of all, you have to be in good shape..."

"Damn!" Jiang Haibo cursed.

Yang Yue regained his strength and took a sip of his drink, followed by making up the knife: "At least the butt can't be as big as yours."

"Get out, you two!" Jiang Haibo was so angry that he took a mouthful of Shuangpi Nai and shrank to the side, angry.

Hou Zeqi and Yang Yue giggled at him together. After laughing enough, Hou Zeqi handed over the plastic bowl in his hand and raised his eyebrows: "Eat it, this one will also go to the fire."

"What is this?" Yang Yue asked.

"Brown sugar burns jelly grass," Hou Zeqi said.

It's dark, and it doesn't taste good at first glance.

"I don't eat brown sugar," Yang Yue said again.

Hou Zeqi was puzzled: "You don't even eat brown sugar and red dates? Why are you so difficult to serve?"

Jiang Haibo was watching the play, shaking the Shuangpi Nai in the spoon and interjected: "And this, red beans, he doesn't eat either."

Hou Zeqi laughed angrily: "You don't eat anything that is red? That strawberry..."

"I'll eat strawberries," Yang Yue quickly changed his mind: "Do you want to invite me?"

"Do you want to eat?" Hou Zeqi looked at Yang Yue's eyes that were shining brightly, and somehow he fell in love, and put down the bowl in his hand with a smile: "Okay, then you can rehearse first, and I will find it for you right away." Strawberries go."

After he finished speaking, he rubbed Yang Yue's soft hair like a dog, turned around, picked up Jiang Haibo, and walked out the door.

"—Hey! What are you doing? Where do you want me to go with you to find strawberries this autumn?"

Jiang Haibo found out that he is a fucking tool.