what's inside... i love you too

Zhang Yan is more mature than girls of the same age who only focus on material things. She knows what she wants and knows how to choose.

She likes Wei Xiaofeng's appearance, likes that Wei Xiaofeng can always stand alone, likes his ruffian feeling, and also likes his poor and hurtful appearance.In short, Zhang Yan thinks that Wei Xiaofeng will be successful in the future. Although he has no knowledge, there are no obstacles when the two communicate together. Miss Zhang feels that with these advantages, the disadvantages of family background can be ignored.

She didn't expect that the casual sentence, "You love my brother more than me", touched Wei Xiaofeng's only sensitive nerve.Zhang Yan didn't mean anything else, she thought it was inevitable that Wei Xiaofeng loved his brother more than herself, after all they were related by blood and had lived together for so many years.At this time, Zhang Yan didn't know that Wei Xiaofeng and his brother had no blood relationship at all.

After the meal, Wei Xiaofeng basically didn't say a few words, Zhang Yan asked him a little puzzled, "What's wrong with you? Are you angry? Why don't you talk?"

"I'm not angry, I just suddenly realized that there is another order in the store that I forgot to deal with." Wei Xiaofeng concealed it.

"Are you in a hurry? Otherwise, you go back and deal with it first?" Zhang Yan is indeed a sensible girl.

"It's not that urgent, let's eat first." After speaking, Wei Xiaofeng finally picked up the knife and fork, and imitated Zhang Yan's posture to cut the almost cold steak.

Because Wei Xiaofeng said that there was work to be done, Zhang Yan thoughtfully didn't let him take her home, and told Wei Xiaofeng that the work was important, so go back and deal with it quickly.

Wei Xiaofeng looked at Zhang Yan's back feeling very sad, and wandered to the auto parts store. Several customers were looking at auto parts in the store. After saying hello, he turned his head and went to entertain the guests again, and Wei Xiaofeng had nothing to do.

Wei Xiaofeng looked through the sales list of the last few days, and there was really nothing to do, so he called Big Fatty and asked Big Fatty for a drink.

The two made an appointment at a hot pot restaurant, and when Dapang went there late, Wei Xiaofeng arrived after he ordered Dapang.

"Crazy, it's rare, call me! Miss me!" The fat man twisted his fat buttocks into the hot pot restaurant, and sat down on the chair next to Wei Xiaofeng, which made a scream.

"Well, I miss your fat meat," Wei Xiaofeng flipped through the menu and asked Big Fatty, "How about some fat beef?"

Fatty pulled the menu in Wei Xiaofeng's hands angrily, ordered five plates of meat in one go, and ordered a lot of miscellaneous things. After ordering, he smiled at Wei Xiaofeng with his teeth bared, "His quantity is small."

"The plate is smaller than your face!" Wei Xiaofeng handed the menu back to the waiter.

"It's really possible." Fatty said seriously.

Wei Xiaofeng patted Fatty and said, "Don't talk so much, let me ask you, when are you going to have a banquet?"

"What's the matter? Are you in a hurry to give the red envelope?"

At this time, the waiter brought the pot. It was a clear water pot, and Wei Xiaofeng didn't know how to eat spicy food.

Fatty pointed at the bottom of the pot and quarreled: "Crazy, you!... Waiter, can you change it to mandarin duck pot?" Fatty likes spicy food very much.

The waiter said "OK" and took the pot away.

"You should eat less spicy food! Your face almost catches up with the surface of the moon!" Wei Xiaofeng said looking at the fat and uneven face.

"Don't shift to my face, continue with the topic just now, what's the point?" Fatty said and subconsciously touched his face.

Wei Xiaofeng continued: "When are you going to have a banquet?"

"My wife and I have discussed it, and we plan to do it in another two months. It's a bit hot now." As he spoke, the big fat fan slapped his head with his thick palm like a cattail fan.

"Do you have any preparations before receiving the certificate?" Wei Xiaofeng looked at the fat man and asked seriously.

"What are you going to do? We've been living together for almost three years... no, why did you ask this? Crazy, aren't you going to get married?" Fatty finally came to his senses.

"Well, I have this plan." Wei Xiaofeng nodded.

"Aren't you hurrying up? How long have you two been together?"

"It's been almost two months." Wei Xiaofeng pinched the rim of the wine glass with five fingers, and turned the glass in place.

"It's not been two months yet? Are you planning a flash marriage?" Fatty was shocked.

"What's 'flash marriage'?" Wei Xiaofeng had never heard of this term.

"It's to get married at lightning speed!" Big Fatty explained.

"Anyway, I'm going to marry everyone, let's live. I think Zhang Yan is quite suitable for me." Wei Xiaofeng's attitude is calm and indifferent, as if the person who wants to get married is Fatty and not him.

Fatty thought of something again, patted Wei Xiaofeng on the back and said, "No, lunatic, did you tell my brother about this?"

"……not yet."

"I knew it, if our brother finds out, it will definitely blow up!" Big Fatty thought for a while and said, "You don't plan to cut it first and then play it?"

Wei Xiaofeng was amused by Big Fatty's "cut first, then play", "I'm going to get on the train first and then make up for the fare!"

"Then who cares about you? Do you want to make up or not? To be serious, don't give our brother a cut first, I'm afraid our brother won't be able to accept it." The flesh on Fatty's face became serious along with his tone.

Wei Xiaofeng thought for a while and said, "I'll tell Mao'er tonight."

Wei Xiaofeng and Maoer communicate very closely, phone calls, text messages, and the latest QQ. Wei Xiaofeng specially installed a camera on the computer in the auto parts store in order to be able to video with his brother.

In the evening, Wei Xiaofeng pondered over and over again at home, and repeatedly edited a text message N times, typed, deleted, deleted, and typed, and finally Wei Xiaofeng felt that he was being silly, so he closed his eyes and sent it directly.

The content of the text message was "Mao'er, I'm in a relationship."

Within 2 minutes of sending the text message, Mao Er came over with a phone call.

"Brother, are you in love again?" Mao'er's understanding ability is quite good.

"...Hmmm." Wei Xiaofeng froze for a while on the other side of the phone before nodding.

"Brother, don't fall in love, I...I..." Maoer still didn't have the courage to confess to Wei Xiaofeng.

"Huh? What?"

Maoer bit his lip for a long time, and finally said: "I don't want you to fall in love."

Hearing Mao'er's words, Wei Xiaofeng paused and continued, "Your brother and I should be seriously looking for a woman to marry at my age."

Indeed, Wei Xiaofeng is eight years older than Mao'er, and he is already in his twenties this year. He has a successful career and a bright future, and the only thing he needs is his wife.

Mao'er was speechless, he had nothing to say except confession, yes, his brother should fall in love and get married, he couldn't be selfish enough to prevent his brother from starting a family.

Maoer has always had fantasies, fantasizing that Wei Xiaofeng could respond to his feelings, fantasizing that they liked each other, but now that Wei Xiaofeng has a woman he likes and wants to start a family, Maoer can't accept it, but he has to accept it.

He never dared to confess to Wei Xiaofeng, for fear that Wei Xiaofeng would hate him and look at him with weird eyes.

While studying in Beijing, Maoer secretly read most of the books about homosexuality in the library, found a fairly clean gay chat room on the Internet, and even went to a well-known gay bar in Beijing at the instigation of netizens.He sat in the GAY bar for less than half an hour, and six men came over to talk, all kinds of things, Maoer looked at them and felt nothing, and even felt that one of them was very disgusted by pinching his orchid finger.

He probably only likes Wei Xiaofeng.

But now, Wei Xiaofeng is going to get married, what should he do with a woman he doesn't know?Could it be that Mao'er was unwilling to give up his elder brother like this, let alone parting with it.

Wei Xiaofeng is his, no one can take it away.

Without Mao'er's support, Wei Xiaofeng really didn't dare to talk to Zhang Yan about obtaining a marriage certificate.

Zhang Yan didn't say anything, but just took Wei Xiaofeng to meet her parents.

Zhang Yan's parents are very open-minded. They didn't look down on Wei Xiaofeng, who was uneducated and a car repairman, because they were intellectuals. Instead, they treated him warmly.

"My parents also think you are good." When Zhang Yan said this, she lowered her head slightly, a little embarrassed.

Looking at the shy and lovely Zhang Yan, Wei Xiaofeng didn't feel anything, and rationally told him what to do.After thinking for a while, Wei Xiaofeng helped Zhang Yan part her broken hair, then put her lips on Zhang Yan's cheek, and kissed her lightly.

This was the only contact between Wei Xiaofeng and Zhang Yan that was more intimate than holding hands in the two months they had been together.

As soon as the final exam of the freshman semester was over, Maoer ran to the train station with his luggage on his back. He didn't even eat lunch, and hurried home impatiently, for fear that Wei Xiaofeng would get his ID card behind his back and a strange woman.

Wei Xiaofeng was waiting for Maoer on the platform of the train station. Originally Zhang Yan wanted to accompany Wei Xiaofeng to pick up Maoer, but Wei Xiaofeng refused to allow Zhang Yan to come over on the excuse that Maoer was shy.

The train stopped at the station, and the crowd rushed out of the train.In the crowd, Wei Xiaofeng saw Mao'er at a glance. The bunch of dull hair on his younger brother's head was like an antenna.Looking at the lock of hair, Wei Xiaofeng unconsciously smiled, and walked through the crowd with a strong figure to Maoer's side.

It wasn't until Wei Xiaofeng came to Mao'er that Mao'er saw him and shouted in surprise, "Brother!"

"Sink?" Wei Xiaofeng said, taking the luggage from Maoer's hand.

"It's not heavy, I don't have much luggage, it's just hot!" Mao'er used his hand as a fan, fanning back and forth on the side of his face.

"Let's go, I'll take you to have a cold drink." Wei Xiaofeng carried the luggage that Maoer brought back in his hand, and Maoer's backpack on his shoulder.

Mao'er walked beside Wei Xiaofeng naturally with both hands empty.

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