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The dim afterglow of the setting sun was draped over his shoulders, and the dust floating in the air was reflected extremely clearly. Cen Baiyan and Xuan Zhao stood close to each other in front of the small cooking table.

Xuan Zhao took a low breath during the chasing between lips and tongue, and asked in a low voice, "Are you smoking again?" Cen Baiyan thought he hated the smell, and was about to turn his head away when Xuan Zhao grabbed his arm hard, water There was a smile in his bright eyes.

"like."

Cen Boyan cursed in a low voice, and blocked Xuan Zhao's lips again, how could this little cripple tease him so much!

"I'm home!"

The unlocked door was pushed open, Cen Baiyan and Xuan Zhao heard the sound and immediately separated, but it was too late.

In Cen Qing's hands, the shopping bags with various luxury logos printed on them were scattered all over the floor. The little girl wondered if she was frightened by this scene, and stood dumbfounded at the door.

No wonder she felt that the relationship between her brother and this man named Xuan Zhao was not right at the first glance, no wonder her brother wanted to live in such a dilapidated house, no wonder her mother said that her brother had become disobedient recently, all kinds of thoughts were in her head Floating across the sky, finally merged into a huge exclamation mark——

How could my brother kiss a man!

Xuanzhao was the first to react, straightened his loose collar, and said softly, "Xiaoqing."

"Don't call me!" Cen Qing regained consciousness in an instant, and interrupted him screaming, "What did you do to my brother!"

Xuan Zhao closed his eyes: "Sorry to scare you, we just—"

"We are together," Cen Baiyan said to Cen Qing seriously, keeping Xuan Zhao behind him, "I like him, I like him very much, we are serious about our relationship."

"Impossible, impossible." Cen Qing couldn't accept this fact for a while, "You like girls, don't think I don't know, do you have so many girlfriends for nothing!"

Cen Baiyan approached Cen Qing, bent down slightly, and explained seriously to his sister: "It was in the past, and my brother was still young and ignorant. I like him. It doesn't matter whether he is a man or a woman. I just like him. What is he? like it all."

Xuan Zhao leaned against the cooking table, all of this was clearly within his expectations, but he still felt a slight pain in his heart because of Cen Baiyan's words, and his fingers curled up unconsciously.

Cen Qing didn't understand, she shook her head and pushed Cen Baiyan, and glared angrily at Xuan Zhao: "No wonder Mom recently said that you are different from before, that you have become so rebellious, is it all because of him!"

"No," Cen Baiyan looked at Cen Qing's face, "You don't know about some things at home. I have my own way of handling them, and it has nothing to do with him."

"It's because of him! You don't even come home for Dad's birthday! Are you still my brother?!" Cen Qing roared, then turned and ran into the opposite room, "I want to tell my parents that you kissed a man, you It's a metamorphosis!"

Cen Baiyan sighed with a headache, turned around and strode up to Xuan Zhao. Xuan Zhao frowned wearily and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect that."

"Good boy," Cen Baiyan held Xuan Zhao's face in his hands, and kissed Xuan Zhao's forehead deeply, "I'll go to persuade her first, and I'll accompany you when I come back, okay?"

Xuan Zhao was taken aback, he didn't expect Cen Baiyan to have such a reaction, so he nodded in a daze.

Caught between lovers and family members, he is the most difficult one to do, but the first thing he does is to appease Xuan Zhao's emotions.

"Don't think too much," Cen Baiyan looked deeply into Xuan Zhao's eyes, "Don't feel wronged, I'm here, it's okay."

Xuan Zhao slowly raised the corners of his lips: "I know, you can go."

"Why is our little vase so obedient!" Cen Baiyan also laughed, "Don't worry, it's nothing serious."

He planted another kiss on Xuan Zhao's brow, and then turned around and went to Cen Qing's side.

Xuan Zhao looked at the back of Cen Baiyan leaving quickly, and wanted to say something, his lips moved silently, but no syllables came out in the end.

Cen Boyan, Cen Boyan, Cen Boyan.

As Xuan Zhao recited the name silently, the tingling pain in his heart became more and more clear. He suddenly closed his eyes heavily, turned on the faucet with his backhand, and splashed a handful of cold water on his face heavily.

Cen Baiyan stopped Cen Qing one second before she called to complain. The brother and sister chatted in the room for about half an hour, and finally Cen Baiyan came out alone.

"She doesn't eat anymore," Cen Baiyan said, "We eat by ourselves."

Xuan Zhao nodded and asked worriedly, "Is she okay?"

"It's calmer. Now that the little girl reads novels and comics, she actually knows everything. She's not so rigid." Cen Baiyan served Xuan Zhao a bowl of soup, and said in a relaxed tone, "She just can't accept it for a while."

"Hmm." Xuan Zhao sighed lightly.

"You're still moaning after eating, can you reach the weight gain target?" Cen Baiyan used chopsticks to pinch the meat on Xuanzhao's cheek, and teased, "Don't worry about it, I'll persuade Xiaoqing, she won't be here for now. I will tell the family."

"How did you persuade?" Xuan Zhao asked.

Cen Baiyan covered his lips and coughed dryly twice: "I'll give her my card to swipe casually."

"." Xuan Zhao was both angry and funny, "Is this what you call persuasion? It's called buying."

Cen Baiyan put down his chopsticks and raised his chin at Xuan Zhao: "Then tell me, how did you persuade her to stay at home honestly this morning?"

Xuan Zhao's face was also a little unnatural: "Tomorrow night, there will be an Internet celebrity singer in the bar to hold a meeting, and I promise to take her to watch for free."

"Is this what you call persuasion?" Cen Baiyan had a playful smile in his eyes, deliberately imitating Xuan Zhao's words, "You call it—receiving, buying!"

Xuan Zhao shook his head amusedly, and then said helplessly, "It's all a bad idea."

"Let her take it easy with these tricks for the time being," Cen Baiyan said, "She will always understand slowly."

That night, Cen Baiyan slept on the floor in the study. His back was sore and he hadn't had a good rest all night, so he got into Xuanzhao's bed to catch up on sleep at dawn.Cen Qing didn't get up until noon, and Xuan Zhao was carrying the prepared meals to the study when he bumped into Cen Qing who opened the door, and asked her with a smile if she was hungry.

Cen Qing took a hard look at Xuan Zhao, and Xuan Zhao didn't mind, and said gently, "I heard from your brother that you like seafood, so I made braised prawns and sweet and sour fish, come and eat some."

Cen Qing looked quite strong, with a stubborn expression of "I will never eat your cooking", when she entered the door, she smelled the aroma and couldn't bear the hunger, so she snorted coldly at Xuanzhao, sat down at the table and started eating.

"We promised to have a performance tonight, and I'll take you in." Xuan Zhao sat down opposite her.

"I want you to pretend to be a good person," Cen Qing always spoke bluntly, even a little meanly, "Don't think that you are here to please me, so I don't hate you. I feel disgusted when I see you as a cripple!"

Xuan Zhao smiled and said nothing.

"What are you laughing at?" Cen Qing asked.

"It's nothing." Xuan Zhao lowered his eyes to cover the coldness in his eyes, "You don't look much like your brother."

Cen Qing pouted, and blurted out: "He's just a fool, he doesn't even want a house from my father."

Xuan Zhao raised his eyebrows.

Cen Qing realized that she had said too much, so she quickly silenced, and after thinking about it, she added: "It doesn't matter how rich our family is, don't worry about my brother."

"Your family's money." Xuan Zhao tied up a vegetarian ball with chopsticks, "I'm not very interested."

—Because it was originally mine.

"Ghosts believe it." Cen Qing snorted.

After eating, Cen Qing dressed up and went out. Xuan Zhao didn't ask her where she was going, but Cen Qing couldn't hold back. Before leaving, she turned her head and called Xuan Zhao: "Hey, cripple, how can I go to your bar at night?"

"The address has been sent to you, see you at the side door at 06:30." Xuan Zhao said with a smile.

Cen Qing wore her hair loose today and put on light makeup, making her slapped face look particularly delicate. She carried a bag with an obvious logo and bounced downstairs.

Xuanzhao stood at the window watching her, the little girl looked really pretty, like a slim lotus flower, and the heavy down jacket couldn't hide her graceful figure.Just by looking at her, one can imagine how beautiful her mother is.

——This is my half-sister.

Xuanzhao propped his hands on the window eaves, and suddenly such a thought popped into his mind.

He felt that this sudden idea was quite novel, he had never regarded Cen Qing as someone of his own, let alone a blood relative.

If Cen Baiyan just felt that Cen Qing was too indulgent and capricious, then Xuan Zhao could sense the selfishness, ego and self-interest under Cen Qing's beautiful skin.From a certain point of view, Cen Qing and him are more like brother and sister, they are not good things in their bones.

Xuan Zhao felt that this was probably due to the bondage of blood. Wan Qianshan appeared to be a gentleman on the surface, but in fact he was extremely hypocritical.

Xuan Zhao laughed at himself, thinking that he and Cen Qing had perfectly inherited Wan Qianshan's duplicity.

Like a temperatureless executioner, he cut himself open cruelly, and exposed the dirtiest and filthiest side of his bones. Xuanzhao found it interesting to be so self-deprecating, and even found some kind of psychological comfort in the process—— So what if I use Cen Baiyan, I am such an ugly person.

He was immersed in this kind of masochistic self-denial when there was a sound from the bed behind him.

Cen Baiyan sighed comfortably, stretched his waist, and opened his eyelids with difficulty.

"Are you awake?" Xuan Zhao looked back at him with a gentle smile on his face, "It's already 01:30."

"I haven't slept all night." Cen Baiyan just woke up, his voice was still a little hoarse, and he hooked his palm at Xuan Zhao, "Come here and give me a hug."

"I'm still hugging you," Xuan Zhao chuckled, "I'll go and heat you up."

"Come here and give me a hug," Cen Boyan said bluntly, "otherwise I won't afford it, I won't eat, I'll starve to death, and you don't love me anyway."

"You man."

Xuan Zhao couldn't do anything about his stalking, walked to the bedside and bent down, hugging Cen Baiyan perfunctorily.

As soon as he got up, Cen Baiyan grabbed his wrist and dragged him back: "Hold me a little longer, I'm having a nightmare."

"What nightmare?"

"I dreamed that you were going to separate from me," Cen Baiyan whispered, "I dreamed that my family disagreed with us, dreamed that you said you didn't like me, and then you left."

Xuan Zhao's expression froze slightly.

"Am I stupid, as hypocritical as a little girl?" Cen Baiyan laughed at himself again as he spoke, hugging Xuanzhao and said, "Why don't you like me, don't you?"

Xuan Zhao: "."

Cen Boyan hugged Xuanzhao and did not let go, his hair was messed up, his chin was full of stubble, and he smiled a bit silly.

——I don't like you, I don't like you, the way I like you is fake, how can I like you?

——I never liked you, didn't like you, didn't like you.

Xuan Zhao said to himself repeatedly in his heart, but these hints were like a knife with a thorn, every time he said a word silently, the knife cut a line in his chest.

After a moment of silence, Xuan Zhao said, "Yeah, how could I...don't like you?"

Cen Baiyan got the answer he wanted and smiled contentedly.

That night, the atmosphere in Thunder Bar was very lively.

The singer who came to the meet and greet was well-known on the Internet, especially popular with young girls. Most of the people who came that night were high school and college girls.

After Cen Qing entered the arena, she threw Xuan Zhao away. Xuan Zhao watched her figure impatiently squeeze into the dance floor, gently stroking the walking stick with her fingertips.

"Boss, someone is here." A man in bodyguard uniform came up and whispered in Xuan Zhao's ear.

Xuan Zhao nodded: "Look, listen to my orders before coming out."

"Understood." The man nodded sharply.

The person he wanted was found by Wang Taibao. Wang Taibao, a bastard, has no ability. He just helped Cen Jingxiang deal with dirty things. Xuanzhao learned a lot of interesting things from Wang Taibao, one of which was About Cen Qing.

Cen Qing once stole a diamond ring from her family and went to find Wang Taibao privately and asked him to settle the matter.

The little girl had some tricks, but she was still too naive, so stupid that she believed someone like Wang Taibao.

At the beginning of the performance, Xuan Zhao retreated into the shadows in the corner, raised his hand and slowly stroked his Adam's apple.

When the fourth song was sung, the meeting gradually reached its climax, and some small disturbances occurred in the venue.

A woman rushed into the audience with two men, pulled a girl's long hair, and called her a whore at the top of her voice.

Cen Qing was caught off guard and was dragged to the ground. Before she could cry, seeing this woman's face, she suddenly constricted her pupils as if she had seen a ghost.

The woman slapped Cen Qing hard on the face: "Stinky bitch! So it was you who killed my son for the rest of his life!"

The scene fell into chaos, the security guards immediately rushed to maintain order, and the Internet celebrity singer on the stage hurried away under cover.

"You killed my son, I will fight to the death with you!" The woman said with red eyes, "I want your life!"

Her cheeks twisted like a deadly ghost, and Cen Qing screamed belatedly: "Ah—let go! Let go!"

Xuan Zhaoyin watched coldly in a dark corner.

Cen Qing's meticulously groomed makeup was ruined, her hair was tightly grabbed by the woman, and her scalp and facial features were deformed.

The security guard couldn't stop this woman who looked extremely crazy, Cen Qing cried so hard that her legs kicked on the ground in vain.

There was a sneer in Xuan Zhao's indifferent eyes, and then he walked over quickly on crutches: "What's going on!"