Splendid in bag

Hughes looked at Lewis' face.

Lewis also looked at Hughes, not looking directly at his brother's face, but at the coffee stain on Hughes' sleeve.This was accidentally dirty when Hughes was mixing drinks just now.

Speaking of which, he is always a well-dressed elder brother, and he seldom gets his clothes dirty!

The white cufflinks are soaked in brown water stains, and the shiny tortoiseshell cufflinks are quite interesting.

"It's a pity," said Lewis, "that such a fine dress gets dirty."

"It doesn't matter." Hughes always spoke in that indifferent tone.

Lewis took another sip of his unsweetened Irish coffee, pursed his lips and smiled.

Hughes said, "Did you come to the wine cellar to find me?"

"Hmm." Lewis nodded slightly, but didn't know what to say for a moment.

He himself was not sure why he came to Hughes as soon as he got home.

Hughes laughed again: "For what?"

Lewis was a bit unable to answer this question.

When Hughes saw Lewis' expression of embarrassment, he guessed, "Did you encounter any problems again?"

Lewis captured the word "again" very accurately, and was a little unhappy: "Is this the only reason?"

Hughes smiled: "Of course there are other things, for example?"

Lewis was stunned instead.

It seems that since a long time ago, there is really nothing else between Lewis and Hughes except this.

Lewis suddenly felt a little guilty.

It has been a long time since he and Hughes interacted like relatives.

In many cases, Hughes is not only the major shareholder in the family business, but also the big brother in the family.

The relationship between him and Hughes has also inexplicably turned into this kind of superior-subordinate relationship.

He will periodically report to Hughes about his work and life, and Hughes will also help him deal with some problems.

What made them like this?

It seems that no one can find the answer.

"But in fact, brother is also very busy..." Lewis murmured as if making excuses for himself, "Sometimes, I am also afraid of disturbing you."

When Hughes heard this statement, he didn't know whether he believed it. He nodded with a smile and said, "You always know how to consider others."

"Hmm..." Lewis didn't know how to answer. He brushed his fingers lightly over the rim of the wine glass, staring down at the purple-gold pattern on the carpet. "If I'm just chatting with you, it sounds like..."

"It seems to be good." Hughes rested his back on the leather chair leisurely, "Our two brothers may not have chatted for a long time."

Lewis raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "I seem to have heard you say that 'chatting is an inefficient way of communication, and it is right to speak up if you have a problem'."

"Oh? Really?" Hughes raised his eyebrows, as if in disbelief.

"Don't you believe it?" Lewis asked.

"I just don't remember." Hughes looked down at the red wine in his glass, as if thinking.

Lewis nodded slightly.

"However, it does sound like something I would say." Hughes raised his head and raised his red wine, as if preparing to toast someone, "However, it doesn't sound like something I would say to you."

Lewis was stunned for half a second before saying, "You really didn't say that to me."

Hughes touched Lewis's glass with a red wine glass and smiled triumphantly: "Look."

Lewis also smiled wryly, and took a sip of the bitter Irish coffee.

He thought, sometimes, did he create the distance between him and his brother?

Perhaps the elder brother is not so lofty and unapproachable as he seems?

Hughes touched the wine glass and said, "Since you want to chat, you must have something to talk about, right?"

"Casual talk is not business talk, there is no need to have a topic."

"Oh, yes," Hughes nodded, "I'm not very good at chatting, you have the final say."

Lewis smiled helplessly, and the secret desire to explore surged in his heart, and he slid down the topic unconsciously: "Then what do you and your female partner usually talk about?"

Hughes froze: "What?"

Hughes' reaction made Lewis a little embarrassed.

Lewis raised his glass and drank another half glass of bitter, unsweetened soup, his mouth astringent.

"Are you talking about the female companion?" Hughes asked as if confirming.

"Well, yes..." Lewis was even more embarrassed, and just said, "I heard rumors that you are dating a woman. It seems that the elders arranged the introduction."

"Oh..." Hughes said with a look of sudden realization, "I know who you are talking about, Ms. Xue, right?"

Lewis gave a vague "huh" and said, "Actually, I don't know either."

"If you mean the blind date arranged by the elders, there is only this one. Her name is Xue Caiying, and she was introduced by Uncle Seven." Hughes replied, "Uncle Seven, do you remember?"

"Remember, Uncle Qi, the one who loves golf, isn't he?" Lewis recalled.

In fact, when mentioning Uncle Seven, Lewis' first impression was that Uncle Seven helped Hughes kick his father out of the board of directors.Originally, Lao Liu was the largest shareholder.With the help of Uncle Qi, Hughes united with several other major shareholders and successfully "usurped the throne".However, this kind of thing is not easy for anyone to bring up.Therefore, Lewis can only say "uncle seven who loves golf" without any pain.

Uncle Qi still has a lot of say in the board of directors, and of course Hughes will not defy his face.

Lewis couldn't say anything.

Hughes looked at Lewis' face and said, "Do you disagree?"

"What?" Lewis was stunned, and said for a while, "What do you disagree with?"

"Do you think I'm cheating like this?" Hughes said, "I told you before that I'm gay, and now I'm dating another woman, do you think I'm cheating? Either you or her... ..."

Lewis was suddenly delighted when he heard this sentence.

It was like he couldn't find the machete, and Hughes suddenly handed him a sharp blade.

"It's really sad," Lewis became assertive, "both for me and for her."

Hughes smiled and said, "Honestly, I don't know if I'm gay or not."

"What does this mean?" Lewis suddenly became nervous.

"I don't know if I'm gay, just like I don't know if I'm straight." Hughes said lightly, "Maybe I can love both men and women, but I think I'm a man and a woman. Neither can love."

"You mean..." Lewis was puzzled.

"I may not be able to fall in love with anyone." Hughes put the wine glass on the coaster, his tone was very flat, as if he was bearish.

"It sounds like..." Lewis hesitated, not knowing what to say.

"Sounds good." Hughes said, "It can save a lot of trouble. Xiao Yi, I don't understand why you have been chasing someone you don't love all these years?"

Lewis froze.

After a while, Lewis said, "Do you think I've been chasing someone I don't love?"

"You're not really attracted to them," Hughes said.

Lewis' throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make a sound.

"It's like when you're old, you should find a partner. If you want a partner, you should find someone like that... You just go for that. In the end, you don't like it yourself, and the relationship will naturally not be maintained. I thought you You're an artist, so you shouldn't care about the world. I didn't expect you to be so self-confident." Hughes knocked on the empty wine glass, "I hope what I said didn't make people uncomfortable."

"A little bit." Lewis picked up the Irish coffee, drank it down, and then put it down heavily, "Also, the Irish coffee you made for me didn't add sugar."

Hughes' face froze.

Hughes had a calm look just now, but now he became embarrassed by Lewis' words.

Seeing such a change, Lewis actually had a subtle pleasure in his heart.

This is too strange, he, Lewis, is obviously a person who never wants to embarrass the other party.

Lewis turned and left the wine cellar and returned to his bedroom.

The bedroom is his very private place, which is equivalent to his "hideaway paradise" in this home.Therefore, he usually returns to his room as soon as he gets home.The bedroom has a supporting small study room, an independent bathroom and a terrace, and he can stay bored in it all the time without going out.

He took a hot shower in the bathroom, climbed onto the bed, and when he was about to sleep with the cub in his arms, he saw the light on his phone flashing, reminding him that he had an unread text message.

He picked up his phone and saw that it was a message from his brother.

Brother: Sorry, I will add sugar next time.

Lewis smiled involuntarily.