What if my brother is sick

After he tidied up, Zhou Li just happened to arrive downstairs. Zhou Li's community was separated from Wen Bei's by a small street, so he arrived very quickly.

As soon as Zhou Li saw Wen Bei, he yelled: "Is there anyone like you who is a brother? You hang up before you finish talking!"

Wen Bei pushed his face away and said, "You just died."

Zhou Li looked at Wen Bei's face, his eyes widened: "I can't quite hear the voice, but when I look at your face..."

Wen Bei cast a glance at him.

Zhou Li thief said with a smile: "I think your face is confused by the word love."

Wen Bei raised his eyebrows, so obvious on his face?

Seeing Wen Bei's reaction, Zhou Li was also taken aback. He was just talking nonsense, but was he really right?

He approached Wen Bei, surprised and said: "No way? Really? Which guy is lucky enough to fall into the eyes of our handsome Wen?"

The fact that Wen Bei is gay did not deliberately hide it from the people around him.

who is it?

Jiang Yan's appearance flashed through Wen Bei's mind, and he felt a twinge in his heart.

With a calm face, he replied with a smile: "You."

Zhou Lipin said: "Oh, me..." He shook his shoulders tremblingly: "Then no wonder you have a sad face, my heart belongs to all young ladies, you may be disappointed."

"Oh, it's normal for you to take a fancy to me. A man as outstanding as me is simply a treasure in the world..."

"Ah... my charm that has nowhere to rest... Ouch."

Wen Bei couldn't take it anymore, he kicked Zhou Li's ass: "You're not cheap."

Zhou Li patted his butt and exploded: "Hey, don't kick my pants, they are all dirty. I bought these pants at a huge price, and I will rely on them to call the scene tonight."

Wen Bei sneered: "Don't worry, the soles of my shoes are very clean. If you don't believe me, take them off and lick them for you."

He glanced at the trousers that Zhou Li was wearing. They were a pair of ripped trousers, with holes from the calf to the eye of the toe.

"Ugly." Wen Bei sneered mercilessly.

Zhou Li was immediately unconvinced: "Who are you calling ugly?! Wen Bei, say it again!"

Wen Bei squinted and smiled: "Huh?"

Zhou Li panicked immediately, and snorted coldly, he doesn't care about people who know Muay Thai!

He hails a taxi casually, and the two of them talk to each other until midnight.

Midnight at this point is lively, and pop music hits people's hearts one after another, which makes people excited.Zhou Li and Wen Bei are regular customers here. As soon as they entered, the boss greeted them and greeted them with a smile: "Hey, Xiao Li, you're here." Then they turned to look at Wen Bei: "Ah Bei has been here for a long time. I didn't come, if you don't come, I feel that my small bar is much deserted."

The owner of the bar is a handsome guy in his thirties, exuding the hormones of a mature man, the kind that can be eaten by men, women and children.

It's true that Wen Bei hasn't come here for a while, there's nothing he can do, he's been too busy at work recently.

Zhou Li said unhappily from the side: "Boss, what do you mean, I can't if he can support you with feelings."

The boss smiled and said, "I'll thank you if you don't get drunk and crazy like me, how dare you support me."

Zhou Li's drinking capacity is average, every time he gets drunk and goes crazy in the bar, and when he sees a beautiful woman, he goes up to harass him, and he has been complained to him several times.

Zhou Li was at a loss, curled his lips and said nothing.

The boss said to the two: "Recently the bartender made a new cocktail, it tastes good, try it?"

Wen Bei nodded with a smile, and Zhou Li said boldly, "That's all for now."

The boss turned around and asked the bartender to make a drink.

Zhou Li lay down on the bar counter with a sad face, seeing Wen Bei's lack of interest, he asked, "Look at you, what can bother you?"

Wen Bei withdrew his wandering thoughts, and said with a smile, "It annoys me to see you."

Zhou Li gave a fuck and asked again: "Have you been staying at home these few days?"

Wen Bei nodded and looked at the resident singer who was singing in the distance. A girl sang well, and a group of people applauded below.

Zhou Li asked curiously: "Didn't you usually take your precious brother to wander around on weekends? I wouldn't even ask you to go out with me..." He looked at Wen Bei: "Why, this Zhou Sun came out from the west?"

Wen Bei paused for a moment before asking Zhou Li: "What do you think... how do I treat Jiang Yan?"

Zhou Li met Jiang Yan before, and when the question suddenly changed to this, he didn't think much about it, and said without hesitation: "That's not so good, it's not easy to melt if you put it in your mouth, and you're afraid to hold it in your hand." If you melt, you can give him whatever you want, and you almost have to give him the stars."

Zhou Li thought of Wen Bei's treatment of Jiang Yan: "I envy Xiao Yan for having such a caring brother like you. If I didn't know that he is your younger brother, I would have thought he was your little love."

After Zhou Li said this, Wen Bei felt that there was really a little...

It's like raising a little lover.

He rarely sighed in front of Zhou Li, raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, then hesitated for a while, and then asked ruthlessly, "Then do you think it's normal to like someone ten years younger than yourself...?"

Zhou Li didn't think too much about the question, and said, "It depends on age. It's normal for a 30-year-old to like a 20-year-old, and it's normal for a 40-year-old to like a 30-year-old..."

"What about 25-year-olds who like 15-year-olds?" Wen Bei asked.

"That's it..." Zhou Li paused, all the wires in his brain were connected at once, and suddenly he felt something was wrong, he raised his head and looked at Wen Bei in horror, "Why do you ask this!"

Wen Bei smiled indifferently, and answered irrelevant questions: "What about this?"

Zhou Li thought of something, and became more and more uneasy, he stuttered and asked: "No, no, no, Wen Bei, why are you kidding me..."

"Could it be that you fell in love with a 15-year-old minor?!!!"

Wen Bei saw that he didn't speak, and Zhou Li thought of something again, and became even more excited: "15 years old... Fuck! You don't like Xiao Yan, do you!" Zhou Li roared, his eyes full of horror.

The sound was so loud that Wen Bei felt like his eardrums were going to be pierced. Fortunately, the music in the bar was loud and no one paid attention to it.

Wen Bei was guessed right, so he stopped talking even more, but the more silent he was, the more determined Zhou Li became.

With a look of disbelief: "You, you, you, you." He clutched his chest, feeling extremely sad: "He's just a child!"

"How can you do it!"

Wen Bei looked indifferent: "Be normal."

Zhou Li immediately recovered his expression.

Wen Bei was guessed and didn't hide it: "I only found out in the past few days." He sighed helplessly.

Zhou Li squinted his eyes: "That's why you are so decadent. Do you feel uneasy about your conscience? Hmph, you beast."

Wen Bei kicked him: "Who are you talking about?" He raised his eyebrows and stared at Zhou Li with a kind smile.

Zhou Li is in peace.

Wen Bei asked, "Do you think it's hard to accept?"

Zhou Li also saw that Wen Bei was not joking, and straightened his face: "Actually, it's okay, it's not that hard to accept..."

Wen Bei breathed a sigh of relief.