What if my brother is sick

"Oh, since I met Xiao Yan, then I won't send you up, let's go first." Jiang Yan's curved mouth disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye and then turned into a straight line. Zhou Li patted Wen Bei's shoulder and then slipped away.

Jiang Yan frowned and walked forward, observing Wen Bei's injury first, and seeing that the medicine had already been prescribed, she asked, "What's going on?" Why can the wound appear after eating a meal?

"It's nothing, I accidentally knocked on it, you help me up first." Wen Bei hugged Suorou in his arms, and said with a relaxed face.

Only then did Jiang Yan realize that his brother's glasses were gone, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him go, "Where are your glasses?"

"...The glasses were also broken when they hit it." Wen Bei didn't want to tell him the real reason, so he prevaricated with a guilty conscience.

Jiang Yan silently helped him into the house without speaking.

Wen Bei couldn't see Jiang Yan's face clearly, and didn't know what he was thinking.

I don't know if he believed it or not...

Jiang Yan asked Wen Bei to sit in the living room, and went into the room to help Wen Bei take out the spare glasses.

Wen Bei took the belt, and the mosaic in front of him disappeared and became a clear picture.

He looked up at Jiang Yan, only to realize that Jiang Yan's face was extremely pale.

"What's the matter?" Wen Bei asked with a smile, pulling him to sit beside him.

Jiang Yan raised her hand to touch the wound on his head, and answered the wrong question: "Does it hurt?"

Wen Bei thought for a while, it’s a lie that it doesn’t hurt, so if a heavy ceramic cup falls over, can it not hurt? Now that the painkiller is gone, it hurts more than before the medicine was taken, but Wen Bei is not willing to let Jiang Yan was worried, so he gritted his teeth and pretended to be relaxed, "It doesn't hurt, it's just a small wound."

"How did you do it?" Jiang Yan asked.

"It's not that I said it accidentally..." Wen Bei blinked, and was interrupted by Jiang Yan before he finished speaking.

"Don't lie to me." Jiang Yan said seriously.

How could it be possible to be like this after a meal? Jiang Yan didn't believe Wen Bei's nonsense.

Wen Bei: "..."

"Oh." Sometimes it's not a good thing for a child to be too smart.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that he said a few words during the meal that made my dad unhappy." Wen Bei smiled indifferently, "He always sees my son as not pleasing to the eye, and he picks up my son when he gets angry. His face was smashed." Wen Bei bowed his head and smiled sarcastically after speaking, his father was really ruthless, no less than back then.

"What did you say?" What kind of words could make Wenbei's father smash his own son like this.

"I said my partner was you, and he said I was harming you, and then he got angry." Wen Bei laughed, looked at Jiang Yan and said, "Do you think so too?"

Wen Bei's smile gradually faded away, and he looked into Jiang Yan's eyes and said softly.

Jiang Yan was in a beautiful youth, but he was dragged to this dark road ahead. Is he really, like his father said, harming Jiang Yan?

Jiang Yan lowered her head and kissed the corner of his eyes, a smell of medicine lingered on the tip of his nose, and said seriously: "No, I'm the one who harmed you."

"What harm did you do to me?" Wen Bei chuckled.

"You are fine, with me, I am harming you." Jiang Yan also smiled, "But I want to harm you for the rest of my life."

Wen Bei was taken aback, caught off guard by Jiang Yan's sudden love talk, slowly raised his hand to touch Jiang Yan's face: "You can speak love words, where did you learn it?"

It's also embarrassing.

"No need to learn." Jiang Yan said seriously.

"Haha." Wen Bei was amused by his appearance, the way he said love words with a straight face was really cute.

"Brother..." Jiang Yan watched Wen Bei finish laughing before speaking slowly.

"What's wrong?" Wen Bei asked.

Looking at the corners of Wen Bei's mouth that kept curling up, Jiang Yan couldn't help feeling distressed.

He began to hate himself for not being able to do anything.

"If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh. My heart hurts." Jiang Yan raised her arms to hug Wen Bei, and whispered in his ear.

Wen Bei: "..."

"I don't want to laugh..." Wen Bei tried hard to make his voice sound normal.

Jiang Yan said: "I hope you can...can rely on me once in a while."＊＊＊＊＊＊ Instead of always treating him as a child, carrying everything by himself.

Wen Bei's hands trembled, and the corners of his forced mouth finally couldn't hold back, his nose sore and his eyes turned red.

He buried his face in Jiang Yan's chest and choked up.

"I actually hate my dad a lot." Wen Beidao, "He never cared about me since I was a child, and the number of times he appears at home in a year can be counted on one hand."

Jiang Yan patted Wen Bei's back distressedly, comforting him.

"The day I came out, he picked up the vase on the table and smashed it on my head without hesitation. If my aunt hadn't stopped him, he would have smashed the ashtray after smashing the vase."

His father was determined to beat him to death that day. If his aunt hadn't stopped him, he might not have been able to get out of Wen's house that day.

Jiang Yan doesn't like Wen Ye at all, even though he is Wen Bei's father.

"He called me to eat, I'm very happy." Wen Bei sniffled, "I thought he still had my son in his heart." But when he picked up the cup and threw it on his head without hesitation In time, he understood.

He is gentle in his career, and he is upright in his bones, and he can't tolerate things that hurt the sky. His only son is gay, and he even married a boy who is a round younger than himself.

Undoubtedly slapped him in the face.

His face is more important than anything else.

Wen Ye is a successful entrepreneur, but not a successful father.

I actually imagined that one day his father would accept me and Jiang Yan.

"Little Yan...sometimes I'm really tired." Wen Bei said that he was tired in front of a person for the first time in his 27 years of life.

He has always been independent. He has no love from his parents since he was a child. He takes care of everything by himself. Even after being with Jiang Yan, although they get along very well, the age gap is in front of him. He is 27 years old. Such a big man can't let go of his face to vomit bitterness to such a small child.

But tonight, Wen Bei began to understand that even though Jiang Yan was young, she was still someone worthy of putting down her hard armor and relying on it.

"There is me, brother." Jiang Yan didn't say anything else, only said three words firmly.

But these three words have already reassured Wenbei enough.

"You can talk about it when you grow up." Wen Bei raised his head from Jiang Yan's chest, rubbed his red eyes, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Sure enough, when I get older, my heart tends to be vulnerable, and I cry when I'm a man.

Suo Rou, who had been watching the two of them from the side, saw Wen Bei finally come out of Jiang Yan's arms, and jumped into Wen Bei's arms with a meow.

Wen Bei raised his hand to cuddle the cat, and it narrowed its eyes in comfort.

Wen Bei is very gentle to cats, and naturally to succulents, so he prefers to stick to Wen Bei's body compared to the savior Jiang Yan who picked him up.

Unexpectedly, being so excited by Wen Bei's masturbation, he was suddenly grabbed by the back of the neck and thrown to the ground.

"Meow!" Suorou yelled in dissatisfaction.

But the culprit who picked it up, Jiang Yan, didn't even look at him. Instead, he slowly approached Wen Bei and whispered, "Am I not big enough?"

At first, Wen Bei didn't understand what it meant, until Jiang Yan's hands started to move around his body, and he blushed suddenly.

"What are you doing...you haven't taken a shower yet!"

"Wash together later."

"I am the patient!"

"I'll be more careful."

"Wait...wait...uh!"

Just like that, the two of them began to act like no one else... no, they began to confuse behaviors like no one else.

Suo Rou yawned, thinking so.