My nemesis brother looks at me very strangely

"Ning Nanjia, I've been flirting with you for a long time, and there's no other meaning to it. I just want an answer all of a sudden."

The narrow space was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard. Ning Nanjia's chest trembled slightly. I don't know if it was because I realized that the soft touch just now was Jiang Beiyu's mouth, or it was Jiang Beiyu's mouth. At this time, more blunt words fell into his ears.

The warm palms pressing on his eyelids were gently moved away. In the dim light, Ning Nanjia saw Jiang Beiyu's beautiful face which was very close. The inextricable passion made him feel very strange all of a sudden.

Slowly loosening the five fingers that were holding Ning Nanjia's wrist, Jiang Beiyu put one hand on his neck instead, and wrapped the other hand around his arm to wrap his arms around his thin shoulders, and with a little force, he He took him into his arms.

Realizing that he was nestling in Jiang Beiyu's arms in a weak posture at this time, Ning Nanjia was a little dazed, and what shocked him even more was that Jiang Beiyu's stature seemed to be bigger than when they first met Quite a lot, not only that, but even suppressed him by a large margin out of thin air.

Before his brain started to work and try to understand the series of things that happened, words hotter than breathing came close to his ears,

"Do you want to take the initiative to agree, or are you forced to agree?"

When people encounter things that happen one after another beyond the scope of common sense cognition, the brain will appear blank and pause for a short time. After repeatedly confirming and understanding the last word Jiang Beiyu said, Ning Nanjia quickly pushed open him.

It seemed that he didn't expect that Ning Nanjia would have such a big reaction. Jiang Beiyu was startled for a moment, and when he was about to go to pull him, Ning Nanjia reached out and pressed his shoulder, and at the same time raised his eyes. After the shock, he quickly The calm eyes are as calm as water, making it difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger.

"Jiang Beiyu, stop joking, this kind of thing is not funny at all."

The slender eyelashes fluttered softly, and Jiang Beiyu looked intently at Ning Nanjia, whose face was half buried in the shadows, from his clear eyebrows to his tight jaw.

Hearing Ning Nanjia's slightly trembling and unknowing breathing, his long and beautiful eyes showed a slight smile, as if he wanted to oppose him, he said word by word:

"This is not a joke. I take every word seriously."

He emphasized the word "seriously" with extra force, and Ning Nanjia's back was pressed against the cold wall behind him. In this slightly chilly late spring, he was actually forced to break out in a sweat.

Jiang Beiyu didn't restrict his movements. After a brief silence, he moved two steps against the wall and touched the doorknob. The moment he turned around and opened the door to go out, Jiang Beiyu's low hoarse and somewhat bewitching voice slowly came over,

"I'll give you a week to think about it. By then, I hope to get a satisfactory answer."

When he took a taxi back home, Ning Nanjia's mind was so stuck by Jiang Beiyu's stupid words tonight that he couldn't function normally. After getting out of the car and walking two steps, he realized that he had accidentally left his phone in the taxi.

He originally wanted to go home and call the taxi company to report, but just as he walked to the door, he saw Ning Fuyuan helping Song Zhiwei walk home, his brows twitched slightly, and he hurried forward to help ,

"Grandpa, what happened? What happened to grandma?"

Seeing that it was him, Ning Fuyuan handed over the things in his hand and asked him to help hold them.

"It's nothing, just sprained my ankle."

Helping Song Zhiwei to enter the door, Ning Fuyuan went to the cabinet to get a bottle of Dieda medicine wine, then sat on a small stool, lowered his head to help Song Zhiwei wipe the medicine wine,

"Today, your grandma didn't pay attention to her persuasion, and was accidentally pushed and dropped by someone. It's her. At this age, she still likes to mess around."

After putting everything away, Ning Nanjia bent down to check on Song Zhiwei's injury. Fortunately, her ankle was only a little red and swollen, and it didn't look serious. After a little relief, he asked: "Grandma, who quarreled?"

When mentioning this matter, Song Zhiwei seemed to feel very upset, "Who else is the old grandson next door and his little grandson? The quarrel was so fierce today that your grandpa almost gave him his crutches. Cut off, the ambulance just arrived, Yuan Bao is covered in blood, it looks too scary."

Yuan Bao is the nickname of Sun Yuan, the little grandson of the old Suntou next door. Because he is the youngest child in the family, the old Suntou has doted on him since he was a child, so Sun Yuan is very naughty. Not doing business.

In the past two years, Lao Suntou and him had a particularly fierce quarrel, but it was the first time that he broke his crutches and called an ambulance, so Ning Nanjia couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"what happened?"

Speaking of what happened tonight, Ning Fuyuan also had mixed feelings, "Well, it's just a long story. The school teacher called and said that Yuan Bao was talking about friends, and the old grandson lost his temper so much. After the person took it home, he said a few words before doing it."

Children in the third year of high school are not old or young, and some ignorant love behaviors in adolescents are nothing new.

As far as Ning Nanjia knew, the old grandson was not the kind of elder who would be impatient when he fell in love early, let alone the little grandson who was cared for by him. Just when he was wondering, Song Zhiwei sighed and said,

"You can't blame the old grandson for this matter. If you were someone else, knowing that your grandson is ignorant and hangs out with men at school, it would be good if he didn't get pissed off."

As if a scorching iron iron was pressed on his heart suddenly, Ning Nanjia's face turned pale, and before he could speak, Ning Fuyuan followed Song Zhiwei's words and said,

"I don't like good female dolls, but I like male dolls. I don't know what evil the old grandson has committed."

After a low sigh, Ning Fuyuan handed the Tightened Dieda Medicinal Wine to Ning Nanjia, motioning for him to put it away. He raised his hand for a long time but was not taken.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Ning Nanjia standing in the shadow of the lamp with his head bowed, his face seemed a little ugly, he yelled twice before Ning Nanjia came back to his senses, then took the medicinal wine and put it away.

Although Song Zhiwei's injury was not serious, but because of her age, she was more or less afraid of other sequelae, so Ning Fuyuan asked Ning Nanjia to make an online appointment with the expert number of the city hospital tomorrow morning, and go for a physical examination by the way .

Lying on the bed after taking a shower, Ning Nanjia stared at the ceiling in a daze for a long while before digging out the old mobile phone that was eliminated last year from the drawer. After turning on the phone, he called Fei Yibo.

It was nearly twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, after the phone rang for more than ten seconds, Fei Yibai answered it, with a bit of obvious weariness in his lazy tone, "What's the matter, brother Jia, calling me so late?"

As soon as he asked a question, Ning Nanjia heard him say something to the people over there,

"Zhong Yan, stop for me, and quickly take the medicine on the table. I won't talk about you when you are sick. You think you are still a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old. What can you do all day long? Take it quickly. , don’t wait for a while and think I’m always talking about you.”

In the seemingly angry and reprimanding voice, there is an undisguised intimacy and concern.

Some details about Fei Yibai's relationship with Zhong Yan that he had never noticed before were all magnified inch by inch and flashed in Ning Nanjia's mind one by one.

Fei Yibo on the other side seemed to have found a relatively quiet place, probably a balcony, and Ning Nanjia heard the rustling of the leaves blown by the wind.

After not hearing Ning Nanjia's response for a long time, Fei Yibo called out in a low voice with some doubts, "Brother Jia, are you still there?"

Following the sound of "Brother Jia", her thoughts returned to the right track. Ning Nanjia raised her hands to cover her eyes, and replied with a slightly tired expression, "Uncle, I'm here."

Hearing the word "uncle" at first, Fei Yibo was stunned for a moment, then he put away his teasing thoughts slightly, and asked him in a slow voice,

"It's been a long time since I heard such an affectionate and respectful address. What's wrong? Encountered a problem in life?"

Ning Nanjia did not deny it. After a moment of silence, he said, "How long have you been?"

Although it was a question with no beginning and no end and no central idea, Fei Yibo still understood it. After being slightly stunned for a moment, he laughed with a "puchi",

"Why is it the same as the question asked by your classmates?"

His voice fell for a long time, but Ning Nanjia didn't answer. He hung up the phone and kept burning his bills. It didn't seem like something his big nephew with personality would do. After a quick thought, Fei Yibo figured it out. ,

"He told you?"

There are many meanings that can be expressed in this sentence, but among the thousands of meanings, Ning Nanjia understood Fei Yibai's meaning after reading it, or in other words, this is the only thing in his mind now.

"The mood is very complicated?"

Ning Nanjia didn't know what to say, so she let out a weak "hmm".

Probably due to his experience, Fei Yibo couldn't help but speak eloquently as someone who had experienced it when he heard his nephew's depressed voice.

"What's the matter, when I first found out that I like Zhong Yan, my inner activities were much richer than yours."

Seemingly aware of Ning Nanjia's intention to refute, he continued:

"Hey, don't try to compare with me. You are just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old virgin. I am different from you. Before my hair is fully grown, I hold hands with girls behind my parents' back."

As if it was because of talking about embarrassing things, or maybe because he was afraid of being heard by Zhong Yan, Fei Yibo unconsciously lowered his voice,

"Since I was young, I have always been surrounded by women. When you were your age, I had eight girlfriends if not ten. I suddenly found out that I like men. I was so shocked that I wanted to chop off and calm down."

Thinking of Fei Yibai's bad-ass personality at that time, Ning Nanjia couldn't help laughing, and asked following his words, "Then did you chop it up in the end?"

"Hey, why did you talk to uncle?" Fei Yibo scolded without any dignity, and Fei Yibo himself laughed, and then said something even more shameless,

"I wanted to calm down, but when I picked up the knife, Zhong Li rushed over and hugged me, and refused to let me do it, saying that if I lost that thing, he would have to be a widow."

[The author has something to say]: Zhong Yan: My mother will chop it up for you now, so that you won’t have to recall the past all day long and make rumors about me

Fei Yibo: Wife, I really know I was wrong, please calm down

ps: Xiaobajia is not a small green tea, and the twitchy scenes will not last too long. It is still the same sentence, insist on hope, and keep chasing to taste Xiaobajia's restrained emotions