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"elder brother."

I struggled to wake up from the dream, but I still couldn't see anything, only the weight on my legs was particularly vivid.

Shaking his head to wake himself up, recalling the cause and effect.Before Andre drank too much and kept tossing, I was forced to coax him to be quiet, and finally he fell asleep lying on my lap.

I was so exhausted after running around all day, I leaned against the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

"Are you awake?" He held my hand as soon as I reached out, "Andre? Are you feeling better?"

His soft lips fell between my brows, and slowly pecked down along the bridge of the nose, with infinite charm in his tenderness.After being bored in the room for a long time, my cheeks felt hot unconsciously. I didn't push him away immediately in the dark world, but I was very tempted by this kiss.

Andre's fingers are between our lips.

He spoke very slowly. I remembered that when he just returned to China, he pretended not to speak Chinese, and the tone of a sentence had to be dragged for a long time: "Brother, can I kiss you?"

"you--"

Before I could finish speaking, he quickly pulled his finger away and kissed my lips.

A simple kiss, like a feather falling down, does not go deep.My face became hotter, my heart was itchy, and I forgot all my ethics and self-restraint.

"We will never be apart." His other hand interlocked with mine, "Forever..."

"it is good."

I feel like I'm filled with a heavy emotion, and it feels so good to be needed and loved, it's just reassuring and comfortable.The fire in my heart is ignited, and my body will naturally not be cold.

I suddenly longed to see Andre's face at this moment, to see his shining eyes and his pretty features.

But at this moment, whether you can see it or not seems...not so important.

"What are you doing in your room this afternoon?" I felt his face, stroked his drooping hair behind his ears, and repeated this action unconsciously, like calming a large dog, "said to my brother Speak."

Andre put his face in my palm: "I always think of... when I was a child."

"what's up?"

"A lot." There was still a faint smell of alcohol on his body, mixed with the scent of roses in his hair, which made my mouth dry. "Mom likes to draw in the garden."

"I heard you say that."

"She likes perfect things and wants to paint them."

My finger twitched. Of course I knew that my mother liked perfection, which is why she deeply hated me as an imperfect and sinful product.I asked in a low voice, "What else?"

Andre's breathing became short of breath, and he didn't know what he was thinking.After a moment of silence, he said, "No more."

"Ok?"

I felt puzzled, it was clear that the speech was halfway through, why it suddenly stopped.Just about to ask why, he suddenly took a piece of skin near my Adam's apple and sucked it repeatedly, my voice trembled: "Andre?"

He let go of his mouth: "Brother, you seem to have a mole here, a small one."

"Ah, I know." I am very dissatisfied with my face, and naturally I know these flaws very well, "It's not very obvious, you can't see it when you usually wear a high collar."

Andre murmured, "You're not perfect either."

"Of course, who is truly perfect?" This made people laugh and cry. I was not angry, but helpless. "Don't you have a mole or a scar on your body?"

"...No." Andre suddenly said, "I don't have these."

"real or fake?"

When I made love with Andre, I really felt that he was as flawless as an angel, and the skin he touched was smooth and delicate. I knew that he had everything to match his beauty, but I didn't pay attention to these details.

"Mom had my moles removed by the doctor," he said, "and I never had a chance to hurt myself."

"It's totally unnecessary...why would Mommy do that?"

He replied calmly: "I am the only character model she is allowed to enter the painting."

That sounds kind of creepy.

I wanted to ask a few more questions, but Andre stopped talking about this topic: "Brother, can you rest in my room at night? It just so happens that all your medicines are left here."

What he said just reminded me: "Okay, I've been arguing with you for so long, and I haven't taken my afternoon medicine! What time is it?"

"It doesn't matter... I mean, it's only a few hours, it won't affect too much." Andre let go of my hand, and I felt a little empty and sad, "I'll ask the housekeeper to bring water."

"Be careful, don't drink so much next time." I was still terrified of being stabbed, and I thought of it again, "Also, Andre, was it a needle that I touched just now? Why did you have a needle in your room?" Have this thing?"

He had already opened the door, and the light from the corridor cast into the dim room, which melted into a bright spot in my eyes: "It's a utility knife for paper cutting."

"Remember to put it away after use, what should I do if I hurt myself if I leave it everywhere?"

"Yeah." He replied twice, "I see."

Time became less difficult after moving to Andre's room.

The opening of the exhibition is approaching. Although most of the work has been completed, some details still need to be finalized on site.With Andre as an assistant, it is much easier for me to handle the work.

Firstly, I believe in his aesthetics when it comes to the specific layout, and even he said that there is no problem with the scene, so naturally there will be no mistakes.Secondly, Andre has unique insights into many things. During the conference call with Tang Mo, he listened silently most of the time, and only occasionally made key suggestions, which made Tang Mo full of praise.

Compared with the exhibition and auction that I can't wait to personally check every step, I don't worry much about the dinner after that.After all, the exhibition is open to the public, which determines the influence and popularity of the company, as well as whether it can smoothly transform into a younger group.

The dinner party is more private and more like a social occasion.

Several important guests were invited to give speeches before the dinner began.Of course, the focus was on Yang Chen's father, followed by Xu Yucheng's speech as the company's top leader.I just stood there chatting with the guests and watching Xu Yucheng shine.Coupled with the current eye problem, it is estimated that even the politeness can be omitted by then.

Tang Mo asked me if I wanted to add the part of my speech, and I immediately rejected it: "I am not some kind of person, what does it look like when I go up and speak?"

"But boss, you are in charge of the entire exhibition project, why is it inappropriate to say a few words?" She said, "I don't think Da Xu will mind."

"It's not a question of whether you mind or not. Don't ask this kind of thing again in the future."

It's not a matter of whether Xu Yucheng cares or not... It's just that I can't and don't deserve to steal his limelight on this occasion where he expands his network and shows his ability.

Without Xu Yucheng, I would not even have the opportunity to participate in this kind of project.He has also taught me many times that it doesn't matter whether you get the approval of others, but whether your ability has been exercised or not.

It was my duty to offer the sweetest fruit to him.

Tomorrow is the day when so many days of hard work will be paid off. After talking with Tang Mo on the phone to confirm the last question, I felt weak only after I relaxed.

Andre asked: "Brother finished?"

"Well, it's almost done. You have worked hard for me these two days."

My eyesight didn't improve, and seeing people and things was as blurry as ever.

What relieves me is that it is better than the previous few days. I can distinguish bright colors and dazzling light sources, and I can vaguely see the screen when the brightness of the phone is turned on to the maximum.I no longer have any hope of recovering before the opening of the exhibition. All I can do is take medicine and drops on time and wait for the day when it recovers.

"I'll be with my brother tomorrow."

Andre was so obedient, he got along with me all day but didn't do anything outrageous, occasionally asking for a kiss was within my acceptable range.

"Of course it's up to you, otherwise my eyes won't be able to do anything." I smiled, "Drop the medicine for me."

The cold medicine dripped into the eyes, and slid down the corners of the eyes like tears.My mood is not as relaxed as it appears, because I have completely lost news of Song Cheng these days.He didn't call me, and he didn't send me any new messages on WeChat—even though I knew it was harmful to my eyesight, I couldn't help but keep looking at the phone that was almost dazzling after turning up the brightness.

But nothing.

It was as if after that phone call... Song Cheng disappeared from my world.

While Andre was taking a shower, I glanced at Song Cheng's chat interface again, but there was still no movement.With a sigh of disappointment, I put the phone next to the pillow, closed my eyes and began to massage my eyes.

No matter how anxious and flustered it is, it is useless to deal with the work right now and then look for opportunities.

Tomorrow...after tomorrow, contact him again.