Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

After the English competition is over, it will be summer in a blink of an eye.

Mingcheng is a seaside city, and once summer entered in June, it was hot and stuffy, and the sun was so strong that it almost dried out the land every day.

Kuang Mu has always had a bitter summer, and for him, summer is more painful than winter.

In winter, he still only needs to keep warm, and the heating at home can be turned on as much as possible.

But in summer, once the air conditioner is turned on too cold, he will catch a cold, and if the air conditioner is not turned on, he is prone to heat stroke.

As a result, he felt dizzy in this state where he could neither catch cold nor heat every day, and even struggled with how to wear clothes for a long time every day.

Especially at noon, the sun is hot and strong.

After summer came, Kuang Mu went out to eat with Ji Xiaohuan twice at noon, and each time Kuang Mu was so sunburned that his stomach was nauseated, and once it was so serious that he vomited directly.

So at noon, Kuang Mu and Ji Xiaohuan changed from going out to eat to ordering takeaway, and the two of them went to eat in the shade of the rooftop.

There is a protruding eaves on the outermost edge of the roof to enjoy the shade, so Ji Xiaohuan and Kuang Mu would sit here to eat every day.

After eating, Kuang Mu usually hugs Ji Xiaohuan and refuses to let go, insisting on getting bored for a while.

Until the end of June, the final exam is coming soon.

That day, Kuang Mu had just finished lunch with Ji Xiaohuan at noon, and the two of them were bending over to clean up the food bags and wrapping paper on the ground.

Kuang Mu's cell phone rang suddenly, and there was a string of unfamiliar numbers on it.

Kuang Mu hesitated and picked it up.

"Kuang Mu."

As soon as he heard the voice from the other side, Kuang Mu wished he could hang up the phone.

The scorching sun at noon was dazzling, but everything around him became dim because of this voice. Kuang Mu held his mobile phone in silence and stopped talking, his face turning pale.

He had obviously changed his phone number to a new one.

In order to cut off contact with Kuang Jinshan, he didn't even tell Aunt Sun the number, but Kuang Jinshan still found out.

Ji Xiaohuan was holding a plastic bag in his hand, and was packing the boxes on the ground into the bag. When he turned around, he saw Kuang Mu standing there holding his mobile phone like a wooden man. He frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Kuang Mu woke up when he heard Ji Xiaohuan's trembling voice. He tightly squeezed the phone with his fingers, trying to hang up the phone.

At this time, Kuang Jinshan on the phone heard Ji Xiaohuan's voice, and spoke again.

"Kuang Mu, are you with Ji Xiaohuan?"

"........"

"The distribution of Yan Minhui's estate will start today. You need to come to Dongyang City."

Kuang Mu took a deep breath, he raised his eyes to meet Ji Xiaohuan's concerned gaze, he tried his best to smile and shook his head at Ji Xiaohuan.

Then he took the phone and walked aside, lowered his voice and said, "I said before, I don't want that inheritance, and I won't go."

"Kuang Mu, if you don't come, this inheritance will only be void." Kuang Jinshan's voice was deep and deep.

"Then make it void."

Kuang Mu stood on the roof, watching the people coming and going under the roof, his voice was as cold as if it had been pulled out of a cold cellar.

"30 billion! If you say it's invalid, it's invalid! It's my hard work for many years, and half of our Kuang family's property!"

At this point in what the two of them had said, Kuang Jinshan finally couldn't hold back his calm skin, and gritted his teeth and said angrily.

I don't know why Kuang Mu suddenly felt very comfortable when he heard Kuang Jinshan's exasperated voice.

Kuang Mu smiled coldly and said, "I don't care for that kind of dirty money."

After finishing speaking, Kuang Mu lowered his hand and hung up the phone directly.

Kuang Mu stood on the rooftop, his heart beating wildly.

Although he and Kuang Jinshan have never been close, Kuang Mu has never done such a thing against Kuang Jinshan before.

That money is not 30 yuan, but three billion.

Kuang Mu knew that even if he didn't go to Dongyang City, Kuang Jinshan would rush over, open the ground to find him, and tie him there.

At this time, the phone started to vibrate again, and Kuang Jinshan called again.

Kuang Mu's five fingers tightly pinched the phone, and the palms of his hands were bursting with cold sweat. He tried very hard to control the vibration of the phone, but the phone was like a bomb, and he couldn't stop it no matter what.

Kuang Mu closed his eyes deeply.

Kuang Mu has never dared to bring up the issue of inheritance in front of Ji Xiaohuan, and it has been several months since Yan Minhui's death.

If Ji Xiaohuan doesn't say anything, then he won't say anything either.

Kuang Mu is like an ostrich that buries itself in the ground, refusing to face everything that affects his relationship with Ji Xiaohuan.

So much so that he and Ji Xiaohuan have been together these days, it is so sweet, so sweet that he has forgotten what his last name is, and he is about to forget that there are so many distances between him and Ji Xiaohuan. people.

The vibration in the phone shook Kuang Mu's heart, and Kuang Mu even wanted to throw the phone out.

"Kuang Mu." Ji Xiaohuan called out behind Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu's finger immediately pressed the off button, turned to look at his brother, and then the phone stopped vibrating, and he put it back in his pocket.

Ji Xiaohuan carried a white plastic bag in one hand and walked to Kuang Mu's side. He raised his hand to touch Kuang Mu's cheek, frowned and said, "Why is your face so bad? What happened?"

Kuang Mu shook his head, touched Ji Xiaohuan's hand with his fingers, and said, "Nothing happened, it's just that it's too hot today, and I'm a little dizzy."

Ji Xiaohuan could feel that Kuang Mu's hands were covered with cold sweat, and his brows were furrowed even tighter, and he said, "Are you suffering from heat stroke? I'll take you back to the classroom to rest first?"

In the past, after Kuang Mu and Ji Xiaohuan had dinner, Kuang Mu would never want to go back to the classroom immediately, but today he nodded and said, "Okay."

Ji Xiaohuan took Kuang Mu Ruannen's hand, turned around and walked towards the stairs.

At this time, Kuang Mu suddenly let go of Ji Xiaohuan's hand, and suddenly hugged Ji Xiaohuan from behind, his arms tightly wrapped around Ji Xiaohuan's waist, and put his cheek on Ji Xiaohuan's back .

Ji Xiaohuan's body froze for a moment, he raised his hand to touch Kuang Mu's hand on his waist and said, "What's wrong?"

"Brother..." Kuang Mu's voice was a little hoarse, he rubbed his cheek against Ji Xiaohuan's back and said, "I've always wanted to ask you a question..."

"what?"

"When I first came to Luoya High School, I always pestered you. Did you really bother me..."

Ji Xiaohuan chuckled lightly and said, "Aren't you pestering me every day now, did I say you're annoying?"

When Kuang Mu heard Ji Xiaohuan say this, he pursed his lips and stopped talking.

"Let's go downstairs." Ji Xiaohuan patted the back of Kuang Mu's hand, held Kuang Mu's hand, and led Kuang Mu to the exit of the rooftop.

"Then do you find me annoying now?" Kuang Mu raised his head and asked again.

"I don't mind."

"Then will you think I'm annoying in the future..."

Ji Xiaohuan's voice became a little heavier, and he said, "No."

After receiving such an answer from Ji Xiaohuan, Kuang Mu narrowed his gaze and settled down.

Kuang Mu and Ji Xiaohuan walked into the corridor, and the two of them went down the stairs. Kuang Mu stood behind Ji Xiaohuan, looking down at Ji Xiaohuan's hands that were holding him tightly.

Ji Xiaohuan's hands are not as white as Kuang Mu's, but they have a healthy complexion, more masculine than Kuang Mu's hands.

Because of playing ball all the year round, his palms and fingertips are covered with some thin calluses, which are not delicate.

But when Ji Xiaohuan held Kuang Mu's hand, Kuang Mu always felt that Ji Xiaohuan's palm was rubbing against the back of his hand, which gave him a great sense of security.

And these hands were warm and strong, Kuang Mu wanted to hold them forever, for the rest of his life.

Ji Xiaohuan sent Kuang Mu back to the first grade downstairs. He saw that Kuang Mu's expression was still not very good, so he asked about Kuang Mu's current physical condition.

"Dizzy or not?

Kuang Mu said, "It's okay."

"Do you feel uncomfortable in your stomach?"

Kuang Mu drooped his head and said, "It's okay."

Ji Xiaohuan looked at Kuang Mu like this, frowned and looked Kuang Mu up and down, raised his hand and rubbed Kuang Mu's forehead and said, "Go upstairs first, call me if you need anything."

Kuang Mu nodded and said, "Okay."

It is still one o'clock in the noon, most of the students are still sleeping in the class, and the class is very quiet.

Kuang Mu took out his sweaty mobile phone from his pocket.

If he can, he really wants to never open this phone for the rest of his life.

He didn't want to talk to Kuang Jinshan, but he knew that Kuang Jinshan couldn't find him.

Here is his school, his home, and Ji Xiaohuan...

Kuang Mu thought so, took two deep breaths, and pressed the power button.

The phone was turned on, but unexpectedly there was no caller ID of Kuang Jinshan on it, only a series of text messages from him.

Kuang Mu clicked on the first text message.

—— Kuang Mu, everything you eat, drink, and even your school money is all from me!If you say you don’t want an inheritance, then don’t. You should think about whether you are qualified!

—— Kuang Mu, call me back when you see it.

——Kuang Mu, you must come to inherit the inheritance this time, if you don't come, I will go to Mingcheng to pick you up in person.

In the text message, Kuang Jinshan's words were fierce, and Kuang Mu could even imagine Kuang Jinshan on the other side of the phone with red eyes, scolding him angrily, which was completely different from his usual polite and gentle appearance.

There are a few more short messages that were sent after another ten minutes passed.

Kuang Mu clicked on the first one.

Perhaps because Kuang Jinshan calmed down for a while, he sent a picture to Kuang Mu, with densely packed small characters and numbers on it.

Kuang Mu didn't want to look at it at first, but he accidentally saw the words "Ji's Group" at the top of the picture.

Kuang Mu shook his hand, clicked on the picture, and read every word on it carefully.

This picture records in detail the profitability of the "Ji's Group" in the past ten years, the flow of funds, and the income of various projects and commodities......

The more Kuang Mu looked at him, the more he frowned.

He didn't know where Kuang Jinshan got such a detailed internal financial chart of the Ji Group, but Kuang Mu knew that as long as Kuang Jinshan could get it out, it must be true.

Although Kuang Mu is not very proficient in finance, he can also tell from this picture that Ji's Group is about to fail.

In the first four years of this decade, Ji Mingyi and Yan Minhui had not yet divorced. At that time, the financial income of Ji's Group was at its peak, and every financial amount that came into it was embarrassing.

However, after Yan Minhui and Ji Mingyi divorced, Ji Mingyi resigned from the position of chairman of Ji's Group due to mental reasons. Since then, Ji's Group's annual income has shrunk significantly, and it has started to be in debt in the past two years.

When Kuang Mu looked at the amount of each debt, he felt his heart ache.

Ji Xiaohuan never talked to him about these things...

In front of Kuang Mu, he always looks like he can block anything for Kuang Mu, so that Kuang Mu feels that everything is fine with his brother, and there is nothing he can't solve.

Kuang Mu closed the picture with trembling hands, and clicked on Kuang Jinshan's next message.

Kuang Jinshan seemed to be able to guess what Kuang Mu was thinking, he wrote in a text message.

——This inheritance has 21 million yuan, which is just enough to solve the crisis of Ji's Group. Don't you want to return this money to Ji Xiaohuan?When you turn [-], the money is yours.

Kuang Mu squeezed the phone tightly, his wrists trembling slightly with such force.

Kuang Jinshan's words directly pierced Kuang Mu's heart.

If it was Kuang Jinshan who came to force him to inherit the inheritance, even if it was Kuang Jinshan who could forcibly take Kuang Mu away, it would be time-consuming and labor-intensive, causing both of them to lose, and the best way to let Kuang Mu go by himself It was about Ji Xiaohuan.

Kuang Mu lowered his head, his temple throbbed with pain.

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that it was impossible for Kuang Jinshan to have such kindness at all. The Ji Group and Ji Xiaohuan were all traps set by Kuang Jinshan for him. Once he turned 21, the money would become It's not certain what it will look like.

Kuang Jinshan could talk so much to him because he wanted Kuang Mu to sign the letter of inheritance.

But Kuang Jinshan guessed right.

The previous Kuang Mu might not care about the money at all, but once Ji Xiaohuan was mentioned, Kuang Mu couldn't let go of the three billion...

three billion.......

It was enough to bring Ji Xiaohuan and even the entire Ji family back to their peak period.

Kuang Mu gritted his teeth and stared at the phone screen tightly, as if he wanted to show the words Kuang Jinshan said to blood.

At this time, Kuang Jinshan sent another text message, the phone buzzed and vibrated, and Kuang Mu froze in shock.

——On July 7, return to Dongyang City.

Kuang Mu squeezed the phone with both hands, leaned on the seat and closed his eyes heavily, his chest was panting continuously.

In less than a month, he will see Kuang Jinshan again.

Kuang Mu felt like a puppet, a puppet in Kuang Jinshan's hands.

He is not yet 21 years old, he is not the master of the three billion people, he is just being manipulated by Kuang Jinshan to control the three billion people.

He wanted to resist, but once Kuang Jinshan mentioned the word Ji Xiaohuan, he couldn't even resist.

Kuang Mu leaned on the seat, closed his eyes, and felt dizzy for a while.

At this time, something icy and cold suddenly stuck to Kuang Mu's face. Kuang Mu was so frightened that he trembled all over, and immediately opened his eyes and looked out the window.

The summer sun was dazzling, Ji Xiaohuan stood outside the window in pure white summer short-sleeves, with one hand propped on the edge of the window, the other hand stuck in, holding an ice pack in his hand and gently sticking it on Kuang Mu's on the cheek.

As if he just ran over, the black hair on his forehead raised a few strands, and it was golden in the sun. There was fine sweat on his forehead, and his body was full of male hormones after exercise.

When Kuang Mu saw that it was Ji Xiaohuan, he was stunned for a moment, then he slowly let go of the strength on his body, and looked at Ji Xiaohuan with red eyes from the side.

"What's wrong?" The students in the class were still sleeping, Ji Xiaohuan spoke in a low voice, he frowned and looked at Kuang Mu's haggard face, and asked in a low voice: "Is it very uncomfortable? Do you want me to take you home?"

Kuang Mu's eyes were still fixed on Ji Xiaohuan, and he felt his eyes were sore when he looked at them.

Kuang Mu shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother, I'm fine..."

Ji Xiaohuan raised his hand to touch Kuang Mu's forehead again, and saw that his body temperature was also cool, so he relieved himself and handed the plastic bag to Kuang Mu's hand and said, "I'll drink the medicine later. gone."

Kuang Mu opened the bag, and inside were all kinds of anti-heat medicine that Ji Xiaohuan bought.

Ji Xiaohuan raised his finger and pointed to a jar of traditional Chinese medicine next to him, and said in a low voice, "This bottle is traditional Chinese medicine, which doesn't hurt your stomach, but I don't think you can drink it. If you don't want to drink Chinese medicine, you can take this."

After speaking, Ji Xiaohuan pointed to the small pill next to him.

Kuang Mu looked at the bag of medicine, which contained the small ice pack that Ji Xiaohuan bought for him, and two bottles of heat-relieving drinks.

Kuang Mu buried his little head, and the more he looked at it, the more sour his nose became.

In this world, except for Ji Xiaohuan, no one will treat him that well.

Kuang Mu called out with a nasal voice: "Brother..."

Ji Xiaohuan raised his hand and rubbed Kuang Mu's hair, and said in a soft voice: "It's okay, the drink is a bit cold, wait until it reaches room temperature before drinking."

Kuang Mu's head wished to shrink into the bag, he sniffed, and nodded sharply.

"I'm going to ask for half a day off this afternoon, and you may have to go back by yourself tonight."

Hearing what Ji Xiaohuan said, Kuang Mu raised his head, with mist still remaining in his eyes, he asked, "Brother, what are you going to do?"

Ji Xiaohuan looked at Kuang Mu's little cat that was about to cry, and smiled with the corner of his mouth, raised his hand to rub the corners of Kuang Mu's red eyes and said: "Ji's family has something to do, I'll be back at night. "

When Kuang Mu heard that it was about Ji's family again, he sniffed, nodded obediently, and said to his brother with a strong nasal voice: "Then you come back early..."

Ji Xiaohuan said, "Okay."

After Ji Xiaohuan left, Kuang Mu sat on his seat and stared blankly at the bag of things Ji Xiaohuan bought for him.

He touched the ice pack that Ji Xiaohuan bought for him with his fingers, and suddenly felt that the ice pack was warm.

Just now because of Kuang Jinshan's words, he felt a bone-chilling chill all over his body. Even in the great summer, the chill spread through every pore on his skin and into the crevices of his bones.

But now Kuang Mu touches the ice pack that Ji Xiaohuan bought for him, and his fingertips feel warm.

The bone-chilling chills on my body seem to have dissipated...

Ji Xiaohuan went to Sheng Lun Nursing Home this afternoon.

In the past month, Lin Guiye's situation has become even more pessimistic.

The time of her madness began to get longer and longer, and even with the medicine, she couldn't last long. At the same time, under the influence of the medicine, her body became worse and worse, like a branch that was about to wither and crack , It can be completely turned into powder with one force.

Last night, because of emotional instability, she maliciously swallowed the infusion medicine in the hanging bottle while everyone was not paying attention, and was admitted to the intensive care unit again. Uncle Tian and Ji Xiaohuan's uncle Ji Haojun guarded the door all night.

They didn't notify Ji Xiaohuan until this afternoon when Lin Guiye was in danger.

When Ji Xiaohuan rushed over, Lin Guiye was lying on the hospital bed, still unconscious.

Ji Haojun called Ji Xiaohuan to the empty tea room, lit a cigarette as soon as he sat down, and began to smoke one puff at a time.

What Ji Haojun wants to tell Ji Xiaohuan is nothing more than those things.

In fact, Lin Guiye's illnesses are all due to her psychology, as well as the physical damage caused by self-harm.

Her illness is the same as Ji Mingyi's. They are very stubborn in wanting something, just like a big tree needs water.

That thing is their water source.

If they get it, they can instantly rejuvenate, but if they don't get it, they will have a nervous breakdown, self-mutilation, and finally suicide.

What Ji Mingyi wanted back then was Yan Minhui.

And now what Lin Guiye wanted...

Ji Xiaohuan also took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and held it between his fingertips, and said to Ji Haojun: "Uncle, the doctor said that grandma's current physical condition is not purely a psychological problem, but a result of past illness. Irreversible problems have arisen from multiple times of self-mutilation and body rescue, and it doesn’t matter whether that thing appears or not.”

Hearing this, Ji Haojun pressed the cigarette into the ashtray fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "That belongs to our Ji family!"

"......"

"Take it back, it's better than nothing!"

When Ji Xiaohuan heard these words, a cold chill appeared in his eyes. He slowly leaned on the back of the sofa, put his hands on the armrests, and tapped the armrests with his fingertips.

With a cold voice, Ji Xiaohuan said word by word: "I can't do it."

Ji Haojun raised his head, looked at Ji Xiaohuan with intense anger, he wrinkled and flattened the cigarette case in his hand.

At this time, the door of the tea room was pushed open, and Uncle Tian walked in.

He stood beside the two of them, bowed to them expressionlessly, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Ji, Master Ji, the old lady is awake."

Only then did Ji Haojun loosen his grip on the cigarette case, he stood up, shook his hand angrily and left.

After Ji Haojun left, Uncle Tian looked at Ji Xiaohuan again.

With a grim expression on his face, Ji Xiaohuan extinguished most of the remaining cigarettes in the ashtray, and said, "It's getting late, so I won't disturb grandma's rest, I'll come back another day."

After saying that, Ji Xiaohuan stood up and wanted to leave.

When he just turned around, Uncle Tian raised his hand to block Ji Xiaohuan's way.

Ji Xiaohuan's steps suddenly stopped, he turned his face sideways and squinted his eyes to look at Tian Mingyong.

Tian Mingyong has a scar from the root of his ear to the brow bone, which directly spans his temple, which looks particularly ferocious and terrifying from a close distance.

Tian Mingyong asked: "Master, are you really not going to want that thing?"

Tian Mingyong's voice is very hoarse, not a natural hoarseness, but a hoarseness that has been damaged by man-made. When he speaks, it is like a dilapidated stereo, and there is a buzzing noise from inside.

Ji Xiaohuan said in a calm voice: "Uncle Tian, ​​I made it very clear to you on the phone last time."

Tian Mingyong nodded and stretched his body.

Ji Xiaohuan walked straight out of the tea room.

Lin Guiye's ward will pass by the corridor in the pantry.

When Ji Xiaohuan walked to Lin Guiye's ward, he stopped slowly and looked inside.

His cousin Ji Shili came here at some point, and he was sitting on the bedside, holding a colorful painting he drew in his hand, and held it up in front of his grandma.

The child pointed to a lady in a red dress on the painting, pointed to Lin Guiye, then pointed to the child holding her hand next to her, and pointed to herself.

Then he smiled at Lin Guiye, his smiling eyes were innocent and beautiful, he held Lin Guiye's hand with his fingers, and made a "grandma" appearance with his mouth.

Lin Guiye was injected with a tranquilizer, and his mood improved significantly.

She raised her dry arm, touched Ji Shili's head, and put her hand on Ji Shili's face, rubbing her thumb back and forth.

Ji Haojun stood beside him, and the angry eyebrows and eyes that had just been facing Ji Xiaohuan disappeared at this moment.

There was also a faint smile on his face, and fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes when he smiled.

That kind of expression only appears when facing the son and mother.

Ji Xiaohuan stood outside and took a look, then turned and left.

Today is Friday, and Kuang Mu doesn't have to study by himself at night.

It was 06:30 in the evening when I got home.

As soon as Kuang Mu got off the elevator, he saw Ji Xiaohuan lying on the sofa bed with his eyes half closed, as if he was asleep.

Kuang Mu stopped walking, held his breath, and approached Ji Xiaohuan quietly like a kitten.

Ji Xiaohuan was sleeping soundly while lying on his side, Kuang Mu went to sit beside him, bent down and carefully looked at Ji Xiaohuan's sleeping face.

Kuang Mu frowned as he watched.

I don't know what his elder brother went to deal with this afternoon, his face was tired, and even his eyes were slightly bruised.

But obviously Ji Xiaohuan was still very energetic when he had dinner with him at noon...

Kuang Mu felt even more distressed when he thought about it.

He wondered if it was because Ji's Group had too many things to do and was too tired, so his brother was so busy and tired every day.

But he can't help anything...

Kuang Mu bowed his head guiltily at this thought, bit his lower lip, and remembered the financial chart that Kuang Jinshan sent him today...

Then there was a meow from the sofa.

Kuang Mu followed the prestige and found that Little Xingxing was sleeping in Ji Xiaohuan's arms.

Its hair is fluffy, like a fluffy ball, comfortably pressing its chubby face against Ji Xiaohuan's chest.

Kuang Mu looked down at Little Xingxing in silence for a while.

Then he mercilessly raised his hand and hugged little Xingxing out of Ji Xiaohuan's arms.

Little Xingxing was staying comfortably in Ji Xiaohuan's arms, but was suddenly carried out by Kuang Mu, and he yelled at Kuang Mu unhappily.

Kuang Mu put the little star on the ground and ignored it. He lay down on the edge of the sofa bed, carefully raised Ji Xiaohuan's arms, then moved his waist, and retracted himself into Ji Xiaohuan's arms. inside.

In the end, Kuang Mu lowered Ji Xiaohuan's arm little by little, and let it droop around his waist.

In this way, his elder brother was hugging him to sleep, Kuang Mu put his face in Ji Xiaohuan's arms, and closed his eyes contentedly.

He is the only one who can lie in his brother's arms, not even Little Xing Xing.

At around seven o'clock in the evening, Ji Xiaohuan opened his eyes in a daze.

His first reaction when he woke up was to feel something warm and hot against his chest.

Looking down again, Ji Xiaohuan was stunned for a moment.

He remembered that before going to bed, it was Little Xingxing who came to his side and kept calling, wanting him to hold it, but now when he opened his eyes, the person lying in his arms became Kuang Mu.

It was already dark outside, and there was only a dim light in the living room.

Kuang Mu's cheek lay softly on Ji Xiaohuan's heart.

From Ji Xiaohuan's angle, he could just see that Kuang Mu's hair was soft, with a gentle and soft luster, and his body was white, tender and soft, really no different from a kitten.

And Little Xingxing was lying in front of the TV cabinet in anger, looking at Kuang Mu and Ji Xiaohuan.

As soon as it saw Ji Xiaohuan woke up, it puffed out its mouth and yelled at Ji Xiaohuan, as if it was complaining about its dissatisfaction with the two of them.

Ji Xiaohuan moved his body, and Kuang Mu woke up immediately.

He raised his head from Ji Xiaohuan's arms, rubbed his eyes sleepily and said, "Brother, you're awake, I'm going to cook now..."

Just as Kuang Mu was about to stand up, Ji Xiaohuan pulled him back.

Ji Xiaohuan sat up, touched Kuang Mu's forehead with his hand and said, "You don't feel well, I'll cook, you take a rest first."

"Brother, I'm fine. You're already very tired today. I'll cook." Kuang Mu said as he was about to stand up, but was pushed back by Ji Xiaohuan's involuntary palm.

Kuang Mu looked up at Ji Xiaohuan, Ji Xiaohuan touched his face and said: "You rest for a while, the meal will be ready later."

Ji Xiaohuan pressed Kuang Mu here, and Kuang Mu didn't dare to say anything, he just sat on his seat and watched Ji Xiaohuan walk into the kitchen and work.

Kuang Mu thought his elder brother was so nice that he wouldn't let him do any work.

When Ji Xiaohuan ignored Kuang Mu before, Kuang Mu would get up early every day to cook for Ji Xiaohuan, and now Ji Xiaohuan won't let him make breakfast.

In this situation, Mu felt a little uneasy, he was afraid that he was too useless, and one day he would be disgusted by Ji Xiaohuan.

Then the kitchen thought of the range hood and the sound of cooking.

At this time, Kuang Mu suddenly heard the sound of the elevator going up the stairs.

The elevator dinged to the eighth floor.

Kuang Mu was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head and walked towards the elevator.

This elevator needs the owner's door card to operate. If guests come, they need to ring the doorbell at the elevator.

But now the doorbell didn't ring, but the elevator stopped directly on their floor.

The elevator door opened slowly.

Kuang Mu saw a strange middle-aged man coming out of the elevator.

He was wearing a suit, and when he looked up and saw Kuang Mu, his pupils shrank sharply.

Then he narrowed his eyes, walked out of the elevator step by step, walked up to Kuang Mu and asked.

"Who are you?"

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