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Andre lay on the soft bed, sleeping like an angel with his eyes closed.

If you ignore the smell of wine intertwined with the rich aroma in the room.

"Alcoholism is not a good habit." I murmured, and stood at the door looking back at Yin Wenjun, "But thank you, it saves me the trouble of looking for him everywhere."

"Other than that, do you have anything else to ask?"

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a phony?"

He smiled and said, "Now there is."

"What do you want to do?" I cut straight to the point, "It's boring to be secretive, tell me directly. Why investigate me? How did you and Andre know each other?"

Yin Wenjun smiled and pointed to his lips: "Want to know? Okay, just give me a kiss and I'll tell you everything..."

I kissed his lips without hesitation, and quickly parted with a light touch: "All right."

This time it was his turn to be stunned, with an incredulous expression.

I rolled my eyes inwardly.A kiss will not lose a piece of meat, and besides, Yin Wenjun looks good, no matter how I think, I will not suffer—I really don’t know how he came up with such a request.

"Be a human being and don't go back on your word." I added, "Stop talking nonsense, speak quickly."

He coughed lightly and looked away, and said helplessly: "I didn't deliberately investigate, Yang Chen is so ostentatious, no one knows about you and him, if you ask more, a bunch of people will rush to tell me."

"What does this have to do with Andre? Why is he here?"

"He's an investor."

I don't understand: "... what?"

Yin Wenjun was silent for a moment, then said, "He is also Du Lin's boss."

"Wait, are you kidding? Dulin is not a small bar, at least as far as I know, a lot of chain stores were opened two or three years ago. At that time, Andre was still abroad, and his age was not right."

"I should have made it clearer. When Dulin was developing well, the original boss got someone to contact me and said that he would consider transferring it, but the condition was that he would keep a part of the shares. I'm planning to try this out after graduation. He thought it was a good opportunity, so he agreed. About half a year ago, he transferred the shares to Andre."

He spoke frankly, I frowned, and asked uncertainly: "Who is he? Why did he do this?"

"I thought you could guess it." Yin Wenjun made a sad look and blinked at me, "You really can't remember, Brother Mushroom?"

The name... I know who he is now.

There are guards at the gate of the Xu family's main house. The garden covers a large area, but it is not eye-catching, because there are several families living in the whole area besides ours.They are different from each other and involve many things, so they don't come and go as often as ordinary neighbors.

I don't like staying in a house with a serious atmosphere. I often go to the border of the garden and peep at the garden of the next door through the iron fence.

Instead of planting flowers, their family set up grape trellises.Every midsummer, there are servants who prune the bad fruits, and the bunches are very fresh and beautiful.

I love this scene, and I occasionally grab a sketchbook to draw a few pictures, but I've never met anyone in this family.

Until one time when he just sat down, he was hit on the forehead by a stone flying from the opposite side.A child covered in mud held a slingshot in his hand and shouted to me, "I've been observing you for a long time, so if you like painting so much, come over to play at my house!"

I remembered the nanny's instructions, I hesitated to go there, and was soon hit by his second stone.

He grabbed the fence and made a face at me: "Hey, I have two slingshots, I'll give you one, and we can hit grapes together—unless you think you can't beat me and take the initiative to admit defeat."

Competitiveness and curiosity got the better of me, and I approached and said, "The fence is too high for me to get over."

He ran back and picked two bunches of grapes, and handed me a bunch: "Anyway, there is a gap in the railing. Let's use this to aim at each other and see who gets hit more."

I thought about it and agreed with this play.

He enthusiastically introduced himself and said that his nickname is Little Earthworm, because he was in the third grade and I was in the second grade, so let me call him Brother Earthworm.I said my name honestly, and he asked, "Do you have a fun nickname?"

I shake my head.No one gave me a baby name, at most Xu Yucheng called me Xiaoyan more affectionately.

He thought for a while: "It's okay, I'll pick one for you. You see, Junyan's word for Jun and the word for Mushroom's have the same pronunciation. I'll call you Brother Mushroom. You are a mushroom and I am an earthworm, just right."

We played all afternoon, and when I came, my white shirt was stained and dirty, so I waved farewell with more than enough meaning.

For a long time we spent every afternoon together across the fence, exchanging toys and sharing school jokes.

Maybe the servant didn't tell Mr. Xu about this, maybe it was because the family next door could have a relationship, or maybe he thought it was nothing to play with children, and everyone acquiesced to this behavior.

It was a wonderful memory of my childhood.

It is difficult for me to connect the naughty little boy in my memory with the elegant-looking Yin Wenjun in front of me at this moment, his expression twisted for a few seconds: "So it was you."

He smiled at me, but his hands were restless: "It seems that you haven't completely forgotten me. In fact, we are destined to meet each other after so many years."

I endured these petty gestures and asked, "Back to the topic, who was Dulin's boss at the beginning?"

"It's mom."

Andre's voice sounded, I turned around and saw him pull Yin Wenjun's hand from my waist with a frosty face: "Mr. Yin, stay away from my brother."

"We are old friends." I clearly saw Andre exerting force on his wrist, and Yin Wenjun couldn't hold back his smile, "Okay, since you woke up, let's chat first, the two of you brothers."

Andre let go, and Yin Wenjun took out a business card and put it in my coat pocket, nodding politely to me: "Contact me when I'm free."

As soon as he turned and left, Andre took out the business card and threw it into the trash can, muttering unhappily: "Brother, are you going to let him touch it like this?"

I haven't reacted yet: "How could it be mother?"

Andre came over, hugged me and rubbed against me: "Mom wants to start a business, so I invested money in Brother Yucheng to help take care of it. The bar has been open for a few years and found it too troublesome, so I asked him to contact and sell it to that person. "

"No wonder the shares are left to you."

Presumably it is a plan to let him return to China for development, and prepare some available funds for him in advance.

He vaguely agreed, and coquettishly pecked and kissed my face.I took out my phone and said seriously: "Okay, I have three things to ask you. First, accompany me to the hospital tomorrow. The doctor said he wanted to know the results of the previous diagnosis. Second, have you contacted Song Cheng, or Putting a mess on my phone?"

He yawned and drew his tone: "Brother, I'm so sleepy."

I hated iron and said: "Third, why are you drinking too much? It was the same as the previous time. Can you pay attention to your body? After explaining, go to bed, don't act, you were sober just now."

He lay down and closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. I sat by the bed for a while, and suddenly felt tired: "You don't want to say, at worst, I'll change my phone. Don't come to me in the future, it's better to live on your own..."

Just as he was about to get up, he was hugged at the waist, and Andre's voice was muffled: "I'm sorry."

"Because of what?"

"Everything," he whispered, "I just don't want to share you."

This doesn't sound good, I take it as unreasonable possessiveness: "Andre, we are brothers."

He buried his face even tighter on my back: "I don't care."

"You don't love me, you said it yourself." I said, "Don't play tricks on brother, I beg you."

"That doesn't count!"

He sat up and grabbed my shoulders so I could face him.It was only then that I realized that he was crying, his eyes were red, and his whole face was like a delicate rose in the rain.

I quickly wiped my tears for him, and he came up and kissed my lips in a disorganized manner, with a very aggrieved tone: "Brother, I love you, I will not treat you badly...don't be sad, I love you."

I didn't know where I was poked, and my nose was sore: "I'm not sad."

"You have." He kissed my eyelids and said softly, "I know you cried in the room."

This sentence instead aroused my dark fire: "Then you didn't show mercy when you said me."

"It wasn't true what I said before."

"What you're talking about now may not be true." I saw his eyes dim for a moment, and suddenly felt speechless, "Let's not mention this matter first, explain Song Cheng's matter to me, how can you tell him..."

Before I could finish my sentence, he grabbed my arm and pushed me down on the bed.With both hands, I tore off my belt and took off my trousers.

"what are you doing?!"

The door of the room was only ajar, and the light from outside fell on my face in a thin line.

I stretched my arms to get up, but my genitals were trapped through my panties.All the strength in his body was suddenly pulled away, he could only bite his knuckles on the soft bed to stop the moan that was about to blurt out.

The last layer of fabric was peeled off, and it felt so good to wrap the half-erect penis into the hot and humid mouth.The soft and slippery tongue slowly licked the entire genitals, and Andre's hot breath fell on the base of my legs.The strong smell of alcohol filled the room, my cheeks were hot, my throat was convulsed, and my whole body seemed to be melting.

"No one ever did that to you, did they?"

The cock was fully erect, and I even leaned forward unconsciously when I was pulled out of his mouth under the control.He wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth, showing an ambiguous coquettish look on his pretty face in the dark room.

I tried to put my legs together, but he forced them apart.Andre sucked the head of his genitals in his mouth, and then wrapped his fingers around the roots. I gasped for breath, and finally couldn't help crying out in confusion: "No, don't do it..."

My lower abdomen twitched, and I heard a sigh in a trance:

"Only I am willing to do this for you...brother."