After I dressed as a fake young master from a wealthy family, I became popular [entertainment circle

Mrs. Hang's face became more and more ugly: "Xiutu, I don't mean to disrespect your work, don't be so sensitive at home, your brother just recovered from a serious illness..."

"Mom," Hang Yang tugged at his mother's sleeve and hugged her arm like a baby, "Brother asked clearly in advance, it's for my own good."

Mrs. Hang looked at him, her eyes softened: "Xiao Yang..."

"Hang Yang, I have to make this matter clear in advance. I have my professional bottom line. Even if you are my younger brother, I can't give you resources that don't match your ability," Hang Xiutu said in a calm voice. But he couldn't deny it, "I will ask you to use professional standards. Being under my own brother may not be easier than other entertainment companies, can you accept it?"

To his surprise, Hang Yang didn't hesitate at all: "Yes!"

Hang Xiutu's voice paused, and he reconfirmed: "Are you sure you fully understand what I mean?"

"Sure." Hang Yang laughed, "Thank you, brother, I will cause less trouble to my brother in the future."

He paused, and his eyes didn't evade: "I didn't do it on a whim, I'm serious. Brother, it's useless for me to say that, I will prove it to you slowly in the future!"

Hang Xiutu raised his eyebrows slightly, and Mrs. Hang was also a little surprised: "Our little Yang... why is he so sensible after waking up? I didn't quite believe what Lao Li told me before."

Hang Yang laughed, with crooked eyebrows and bright eyes: "Mom, are you unhappy that I have grown up?"

"How come..." Mrs. Hang patted Hang Yang's head and looked out of the window, "It's just that if you have to go through so many things to grow up, mom would rather you are children forever."

As she spoke, her eyes lightly swept across the stern second son, leaving behind an inaudible sigh.

After lunch was finished, Sister Zhang brought some seasonal fruits, and the drinks prepared for Hang Xiutu and Mrs. Hang were all coffee, and only the milky banana milk was placed in front of Hang Yang.

Hang Yang stared at the cat-maow-waving-style mug in front of him: "..."

So the original owner is really a child who hasn't grown up at all?

Hang Yang felt a little awkward, and reluctantly picked up the cute cat cup and licked it: "..."

This sweet and milky thing-it smells so good!

After a while, a cup of milk went into my stomach like a storm.After Hang Yang took the last sip, he thought about it for a while: Sure enough, the essence of human beings is really fragrant.

After the meal, Mrs. Hang went back to her study for an online meeting.

Hang Xiutu sat in the teahouse by the window and read a book.He was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and the slender fingers of his left hand gently tapped his head leaning sideways. He was too elegant and focused. From Hang Yang's perspective, he looked like an oil painting at home, out of place at the same time.

How could there be such a person in the entertainment industry?

Hang Yang sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, half of his small face was buried under his knees, and he looked at his brother cautiously with his eyes exposed. After a long while, he suddenly asked, "Brother, didn't you announce?"

His voice became smaller and smaller, and as soon as he finished speaking, he buried his whole face in his knees, feeling inexplicably nervous.

Hang Yang waited for two seconds, no response?He glanced at Hang Xiutu again, and then turned his eyes back to the TV as if nothing had happened. Anyway, he didn't have the courage to ask again.

"No." A deep and mellow voice sounded, like the second oolong tea with just the right heat, Hang Yang turned his head suddenly, and saw Hang Xiutu you were gently turning a page, without taking your eyes off the book.

What am I nervous about?

Hang Yang hugged his legs again, buried the lower half of his face back in his arms, and remained silent.

"I haven't made any announcements. Now I only receive one or two dramas a year. I only have a few well-known brands as endorsements. The operation of the studio is also entrusted to professionals, so I don't need to do everything myself." Hang Xiutu's voice was incongruous It's nice, clear, and the cadence is just right. Hang Yang suddenly remembered a mixed-cut video with a huge number of views on X station, called "This is called the basics of lines", in which Hang Xiutu's solo part lasted more than 5 minutes.

My movie king brother is really...everything is perfect.

"Well," Hang Yang replied vaguely, "so brother is more free than me."

"Is your original busyness meaningful?" Hang Xiutu finally moved his gaze away from the book and cast it straight over.

Hang Yang: "..."

You ask me this question...

Seeing that he was silent, Hang Xiutu withdrew his gaze: "I will talk to you about the planning in detail later, now, take a good rest."

Hang Yang hugged the second cup of banana milk that Sister Zhang had just delivered, and nodded hurriedly: "Yeah."

I don't know if it was because of two cups of hot milk one after another, or because the TV series was too boring, Hang Yang sat on the sofa and soon became sleepy.He was wearing a fluffy white pajamas today, curled up like a milky white dumpling with a wonderful touch, only a small red face was exposed outside.

While reading a book and looking up, Hang Xiutu caught a glimpse of his sleeping brother. He sighed, put down his book, took off his glasses, stood up, and walked over to the sofa.

"Hang Yang," he patted his younger brother on the shoulder, "it's easy to catch cold here, get up, go back to sleep."

Hang Yang opened his sleepy eyes, called out "Brother" in a low voice, then pulled off a pillow and pressed it on his stomach: "This way it won't be cold."

He tilted his head, shrunk back to the corner of the sofa, and fell asleep again two seconds later—with a posture of "Even if the king of heaven and I come, I can't get 502 off this sofa".

Hang Xiutu: "..."

Just as he was about to shout again, he suddenly felt that the curled up milky white dumpling was a bit indescribably thin and pitiful.For no reason, Hang Xiutu thought of a kitten he picked up on a rainy night half a year ago. Its small back lying in the grass overlapped strangely with his younger brother.

Hang Xiutu frowned and rubbed his temples, took off his eyes from the bridge of his nose and put them on the coffee table. There seemed to be an inaudible sigh in the air.

In the evening, when Hang Yang woke up, he found himself lying on the big bed in his room.He was still clutching the pillow on the living room sofa in his hand, and the quilt on his body was neatly covered—you can tell who wrote it at a glance.

Hang Xiutu carried me upstairs! ! !

Hang Yang's brain exploded into a handful of fireworks. He "slipped" into the bed, bit his lower lip tightly, and rolled over and over under the bed.

He suddenly showed his messy little head, grabbed a corner of the quilt, and muttered to himself while rubbing it, and it still felt vaguely unreal: "Hang Xiutu is really my brother..."

It's a pity that he doesn't like this younger brother.

Hang Yang sat on the bed with his legs crossed, grabbed a little bit of the sheet and let it go. After a long while, he sighed happily and melancholy.