Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

After dinner with Su Xiulun, Chi Xiaochi took back his phone from Cheng Jian, only to find that there were more than 20 missed calls on it.

Cheng Jian obviously didn't intend to explain it properly, so he started the car and drove home, and casually threw the pot away: "Your phone is broken."

Chi Xiaochi's face was sweating with anxiety, and he said in his heart that I believed your evil.

He said to 061: "Intercept my mobile phone signal."

061: "...?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Just do it."

061: "Hmm."

Cheng Jian saw that his younger brother called six or seven times but no one answered, and then he pressed his phone to send text messages, and suddenly became angry for no reason: "How dare he not answer your call?"

Chi Xiaochi thought, Mr. Cheng, your double standards are a bit too much.

He stared at Cheng Jian sadly.

It wasn't until after Cheng Jian's words came out that he realized who the instigator of this trouble was, and when he saw his brother's listless eyes, he felt guilty, and his voice softened a lot: "Cheng Chengcheng, I'll take you upstairs in a while, call and talk to me." Yang Baihua explain, that's fine."

Chi Xiaochi rubbed his feet lightly on the woolen floor mat.

The afternoon sun was a bit harsh, making his pale complexion almost transparent, and his eyelashes fell into gold.

Cheng Jian raised his eyebrows.

He thought of his younger brother who was brilliant in front of the piano today.In those 10 minutes, he really felt unprecedented pride and pride.

But during the meal, Cheng Jian kept thinking, Cheng Yuan, who has always been stage fright and timid, mustered up the courage to sit in front of the piano, for whom.

If Chi Xiaochi knew what Cheng Jian was thinking, he would have patted him on the shoulder and said, Brother, don't think too much, I'm here to make Yang not worthy of your younger brother.

He raised his head and tugged at Cheng Jian's clothes: "Brother, you wear sunglasses while driving, the sun is dazzling."

Cheng Jian took out the sunglasses from the sunglasses case in the car and put them on: "Yo, I'm still in my eyes."

Cheng Yuan showed a smile that was uglier than crying, which made Cheng Jianxiao feel uncomfortable again.

The car drove for a while, and there was a community not far ahead.Cheng Jian said, "Think about what to have for dinner, and I'll take you there."

Cheng Yuan didn't respond, his eyes stared straight ahead.

Cheng Jian also saw the person who made his younger brother stunned——

Yang Baihua stood at the entrance of the west gate, wearing a heavy down jacket, with an extremely gloomy expression.

The west gate is the closest to Cheng Jian's apartment, if Cheng Yuan wants to go in and out, it is the most convenient way to go here.

Cheng Jian's eyes turned cold, and he wanted to drive directly.

Cheng Yuan quickly grabbed Cheng Jian, and whispered, "...Brother."

Hearing the pleading in his younger brother's tone, Cheng Jian looked worried, but he still stepped on the brakes slowly.

Cheng Yuan twisted the corner of his clothes vigorously: "Brother, don't get out of the car, please.... You two are going to quarrel when you meet."

Cheng Jian sneered: "I think he just came to argue with you."

Cheng Yuan begged softly, "Please, brother."

Cheng Jian curled his lips, but didn't move, and sat on the driver's seat with his arms crossed.

If Cheng Yuan encounters an amnesty, he quickly unbuckles his seat belt and gets out of the car, and runs towards Yang Baihua, happily saying, "Old Yang!"

Yang Baihua didn't answer, his expression was gloomy.

Cheng Yuan shrunk his neck a little guiltily, and took his hand flatteringly: "Old Yang, I didn't mean not to answer the phone on purpose....I have some good news to tell you."

Yang Baihua slapped his hand away with a loud bang.

Cheng Jian, who had silently opened a window to eavesdrop, suddenly changed his face.

Cheng Yuan had never received such treatment before. He stared blankly at Yang Baihua, then at the red back of his hand, and while his nose was sour, he still persisted in grabbing his hand: "Old Yang, don't be angry! , I am very busy these days, I have no time to take care of you, and I am afraid that your parents will find out if I contact you. Are your parents gone? Are they having fun these days? "

Yang Baihua looked over his shoulder and saw a Bentley.

The person in the driver's seat was wearing sunglasses that covered half of his face, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

...is that Lou?

Yang Baihua looked at Cheng Yuan with a sneer: "I see that you had a good time, and now I'm afraid you don't even remember where the door opens."

Cheng Yuan was at a loss: "...Huh?"

In the past, when Cheng Yuan showed such an expression, Yang Baihua couldn't help but want to pinch his face, but now he was only filled with disgust, and the emotions he had suppressed for a few days flooded towards Cheng Yuan like a flood.

Yang Baihua smiled instead of anger: "Cheng Yuan, do you know how much I have paid for you?"

Cheng Yuan was stunned.

"My parents have been here for the past few days. I can't eat or sleep well. I've been thinking about how to tell them about the two of us. I have only one son in my family, and I am the only hope for the family. Being with you means What do you know? It means that our Yang family is going to die! What about you? You still have at least one Cheng Jian in your family? Do you know how much psychological pressure I have? Have you ever understood?!"

Cheng Yuan's eyes were red: "I have. I never forced you to admit our relationship with your parents..."

"You didn't push me, I pushed myself." Yang Baihua smiled miserably, "I have no foundation, and it's easy for me to gain a foothold in this city, so I'm not good enough for you. But I've tried my best to treat you well. The second half of my junior year When you had a fever, you called me and told me that you were feeling sick and wanted to drink lotus seed porridge. I went to three vegetable markets in the winter to buy it for you, and I sent it to your dormitory when it was boiled; when you were in senior year, you were free , often ask me to play with you, as long as I can make time, which time have I not come to accompany you? In the past six months, you have no job, no income, and you stay at home to cook and clean. I have accused you even once ?"

Cheng Yuan trembled: "...Old Yang, what's wrong with you? Why suddenly..."

Yang Baihua asked back, "What's going on with Lou Ying?"

Cheng Yuan choked up, and unconsciously cast a glance in the direction of Bentley: "My friend, he borrowed my house to live..."

This glance made Yang Baihua's unwillingness and resentment accumulated over the past few days suddenly erupt.

As soon as he faded his gentle appearance, he said bitterly: "Didn't he lend you anything else?"

Cheng Yuan's face changed drastically: "Yang Baihua!"

Yang Baihua's mentality was out of balance, and he chased after him: "You should compare me with him, right? Has there ever been more satisfying than anyone else?"

Cheng Yuan burst into tears: "Yang Baihua, stop talking...you stop talking."

Cheng Yuan's reaction made Yang Baihua think that his guess was correct: "After the comparison, you think I'm boring, right? I'm poor, I don't come from a good background, and I still don't understand your music."

Cheng Yuan trembled and shook his head: "You are too much... If I disliked you, why would I be with you?"

Cheng Jian didn't hold back and uttered a foul word.

This fool.

He pushed the car door open with the momentum of unloading the car door, strode down, and took off his sunglasses.

Seeing the person rushing down from the Bentley in anger, Yang Baihua, who had just had his mouth craving, almost choked in his throat.

...Why is Cheng Jian in the car?

Cheng Jian didn't play those twists and turns with Yang Baihua, he just punched him when he came up.

Cheng Yuan was startled: "Brother!"

He reached out to reach for Cheng Jian's suit, like a chick hiding behind an old hen, but he did not try to control Cheng Jian's hands and feet.

Taking advantage of the gap, Yang Baihua was kicked and slapped again, feeling a little dazed.

Cheng Jian pointed at his nose and cursed: "You remember every detail of your kindness to my brother very clearly. Juniors, juniors and seniors, when you have time and place, you made a fucking memorandum, and you read it three times a day. How good is my brother to you, do you want me to settle the score for you? "

Cheng Yuan's eyes filled with tears: "Brother."

Yang Baihua suddenly felt as if he had made a mistake, and glanced at the trembling Cheng Yuan in panic.

Cheng Jian spat: "My brother lives in my house, what's bothering you? If you talk so much nonsense, if you are capable, buy him a house yourself."

Yang Baihua became even more flustered: "...Cheng Yuan? Didn't you say this is Lou Ying's house?"

"What Lou Ying?" Cheng Jian pointed at him horizontally: "Don't catch my younger brother showing off his prestige. If you doubt it, you can check it yourself. Check whether the surname of the head of the household here is Cheng or Lou."

"It was me, I lied..." Cheng Yuan rubbed behind Cheng Jian, crying, "I dare not say that my elder brother borrowed my house, I can only say that I borrowed my friend's house..."

Yang Baihua couldn't believe it: "...why did you lie?"

Cheng Yuan said in a trembling voice, "You are not happy that I use my elder brother's car, saying that my elder brother interferes in my life. If I talk about staying at his house temporarily, will you agree?"

Yang Baihua's face turned pale: "Then... who was that person I saw that day?"

Cheng Yuan couldn't stand anymore, leaned on Cheng Jian, and said in a low voice: "...he is Lou Ying, my friend. After returning to China, he didn't take the house key, and there was no one at home, so I let him stay at home. Take a break at home to beat the jet lag."

Cheng Jian lost half of his face: "When did it happen?"

Cheng Yuan's eyes lost all luster: "The day I brought you food... I took in friends casually without your consent, so I don't dare to mention it to you."

Cheng Jian has never been involved in his younger brother's circle of friends, so naturally he doesn't know what kind of friend Lou Ying is: "I said, why did the tea set move when I went to see you at night?"

Yang Baihua panicked: "But Lou Ying clearly said..."

Cheng Yuan immediately asked back: "What did he say?"

Yang Baihua was speechless, his face turned blue and red.

—— "It's me. Mr. Yang, come in and sit down?"

—— "Xiao Yuan has gone out, you can wait here for a while."

— "I'm his friend. Not a guardian, not a prison guard."

——"Don't be surprised, we are all in private contact."

Thinking about it carefully, Yang Baihua realized that the Lou Ying he met that day had never admitted that he was the owner of this apartment.

Even if he mentioned this matter in words, he never responded positively.

Yang Baihua's heart was in a mess.

Cheng Yuan didn't answer his call that day, and said he was hanging out with friends, but he was actually with his elder brother?

Speaking of it, it also makes sense, after all, he has made it clear to Cheng Yuan many times that he should not let Cheng Jian interfere in the lives of the two of them.

This is Cheng Jian's property...

Lou Ying is just borrowing, the two of them are friends...

As for Lou Ying's resemblance to him, it's probably just a coincidence. Maybe when Cheng Yuan fell in love with him at first sight, it was because of this face that resembled him that he noticed her...

love at first sight……

In an instant, Yang Baihua came back rationally, remembering the cute appearance of that young man in casual shirt running to him, clumsily yet sincerely showing courteousness.

Memories and reality overlap, the face in front of my eyes is still young, but there are more confused and sad tears.

With the blood flowing back, Yang Baihua felt the burning pain in the place where he was beaten.

This apartment is clean and far away, and the security guards are also aware of things. When they found out that there was a commotion here, they sent two people to wait and see. They found that it was a personal dispute, so they retreated immediately, but still left one person to watch from a distance, so as to avoid further incidents. physical conflict.

The shame and pain caused Yang Baihua's fair face to burn purple.

He took a step forward, trying to redeem him: "Xiao Cheng..."

Cheng Jian blocked him back with an arm: "What are you doing? You scolded someone just now, and you're going to deny him as soon as you wipe your face?"

Yang Baihua stretched out his hand towards Cheng Yuan: "Xiao Cheng, I'm here to pick you up..."

Cheng Jian protected Cheng Yuan and took a few steps back: "Xiao Yuan has been busy with his music these days and nights, and he finally made some progress. If you are still alone, don't let him deal with you and his relationship at this time." Things are bothering."

Yang Baihua ignored Cheng Jian, but looked at Cheng Yuan imploringly, waiting for his reply: "...Xiao Cheng?"

After a long silence.

Cheng Yuan lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Brother, I want to go home. I want to eat the pickled fish made by Aunt Chen."

Yang Baihua's entire face froze into an iron plate.

Cheng Jian twitched in distress, and held his hand: "Okay. Let's go."

After getting in the car, Cheng Yuan seemed extremely tired, hugged the cushion and rubbed it: "Brother, I'm sleepy and want to sleep."

Cheng Jian restarted the car: "I don't know your virtue yet, and I can't handle it when something happens: I have to audition today, so I didn't rest yesterday. Sleep with you, and I will drive the car steadily for you."

Cheng Yuan buried his face in the cushion: "Thank you brother."

He didn't speak any more.

In the silence, Cheng Jian dialed the phone number at home.

He remembered that his parents were at home today.

As soon as the phone was connected, Cheng Jian said, "Mom, Xiao Yuan has been bullied. I'll take him home at night. I'll go back and talk about the specific situation. Let Aunt Chen go buy a fish now."

Chi Xiaochi, who was quietly lying on the back seat, pursed his lips and laughed lightly.

...it is done.