like you so much

After bandaging Yu Qiyue's forehead wound, the doctor took off the mask and said, "It's okay, I'm just too tired to sleep."

Yan Sheng quickly stood up and was not polite like him, "Thank you doctor."

Zhou Yuelin had no strength to regenerate after hearing what the doctor said.

Seeing him holding Yu Qiyue's hand and looking down at him, Yan Sheng turned his head and said to Yan Yu, "You go out first, I have something to say to Brother Yue Lin."

Yan Yu was afraid that the two of them would start a fight, hesitantly said again and again, "You two have something to talk about, if you need anything, call me."

Zhou Yuelin's face was cold.

After the door was closed, Yan Sheng went straight in, "Why can't I be with Yu Qiyue?"

Zhou Yuelin seemed to have heard something funny, "Why are you together? With self-righteous feelings? My brother is just easily deceived. Do you really think he likes you?"

Yan Sheng's fists were clenched, and several veins appeared on his arms, "Whether he likes me, he knows and I know."

"Don't say you are still a man, do you know him? Do you know what he likes and dislikes? How can you help him if you know what's bad in his heart?"

"I'll always find out."

"Yan Sheng, do you think it was the first day I met you? You are more diligent in dating and changing people than changing clothes. Now you talk to me about getting to know each other seriously?"

"Yu Qiyue is different..."

"Don't tell me you're different!" Zhou Yuelin raised his voice, then lowered his voice when he realized that Yu Qiyue was still sleeping, "You can find anyone if you want to change your sex, don't try it on my brother."

Yan Sheng was pressed by Zhou Yuelin's words every step of the way, and he wanted to tear open a space crack and go back to slap his past self a few times.

He also couldn't understand why Zhou Yuelin was so opposed to their being together, was it because of his desire to control for a long time?

The person on the bed opened his eyes in a daze, "Brother...it hurts..."

Zhou Yuelin held his hand with one hand and touched his face with the other, with infinite love in his eyes, "Sleep, it won't hurt when you sleep, I'm right here."

Yu Qiyue hummed a few words, then fell silent, and fell asleep again with his head resting on Zhou Yuelin's hand.

An incredible idea hit Yan Sheng's brain in an instant, and he asked without thinking, "Do you like Yu Qiyue?"

Zhou Yuelin paused, and said in a deep voice, "He is my only younger brother, I don't like who he likes."

Yan Cheng frowned, "You know I'm not talking about this kind of liking."

After a long time, Yan Sheng's conjecture seemed to be confirmed in the silence. Just when he thought he would not get an answer from Zhou Yuelin, he saw the person who had been turning his back to him turn around.

The expression on Zhou Yuelin's face was very subtle, maybe it was because of Yan Sheng's subjective conjecture, maybe there were some clues, but Zhou Yuelin said calmly, "Don't say such strange things," he squeezed Yu Qiyue's hand, "will you?" Scared my brother."

Yu Qiyue woke up again in Zhou Yuelin's apartment.It was pitch black outside, and I didn't know how long I had slept.

He smelled the faint aroma of rice, and his stomach growled.

Zhou Yuelin pushed open the door and saw that he woke up and said two words forcefully, "Eat."

Yu Qiyue hurriedly got up, the movement was too large and caused the injury on his head. He let out a "hiss" and supported the gauze on his head for a while before going out.

The dinner table was full of Yu Qiyue's favorite food, Zhou Yuelin's face was still grim, but he still sat on the side and waited for Yu Qiyue to come before moving the bowl and chopsticks.

This meal was extremely depressing, usually Zhou Yuelin would always ask him about his recent situation and what happened at school, but now he just ate in silence without saying a word.

Yu Qiyue was very hungry but tasteless, he tentatively called "Brother" while holding his rice bowl.

Zhou Yuelin suddenly slapped the table and said sharply, "What are you talking about when you eat!"

Yu Qiyue was so frightened that he put his hand on the wound and said, "Headache."

Zhou Yuelin immediately stood up and walked to him and asked nervously, "The wound is open?"

"Brother..." Yu Qiyue hugged his waist, looked up at him with wet eyes, "don't be angry."

All the anger, shock and pain turned into a sigh, Zhou Yuelin stroked his hair, "Why don't you know how to protect yourself, how can you let others deceive you."

"It's not a lie," Yu Qiyue explained, "I like him."

Zhou Yuelin pushed him away, "You know how to like it."

Yu Qiyue stood up anxiously, with a sincere face, "I really like him, I really like him, I understand, I know, he is different from others!"

Zhou Yuelin looked at the corner of the sofa and twisted his neck, "I understand."

Yu Qiyue said in surprise, "Brother!"

"You just want to be beaten for saying so much."

"No bro—"

"Okay!" Zhou Yuelin's patience finally ran out, "If you let me hear about Yan Sheng in the future, you will treat me as a brother!"

Yu Qiyue's face turned pale, and he never dared to let Zhou Yuelin know about him and Yan Sheng, because he knew that Zhou Yuelin would definitely object, but he couldn't give a reason why he objected.He has a lot to explain to Zhou Yuelin, about Yan Sheng and about himself, but how dare he say one more thing now.

Zhou Yuelin stared at him, "Give me the phone."

Yu Qiyue guessed what he was going to do, covered his pockets, took a few steps back, shook his head and begged in a low voice, "Brother, please."

"give me!"

"You can do whatever you want, but I can't give it to you." Yu Qiyue was forced to cry and hummed.

"Okay, don't you want to take it out?" Zhou Yuelin nodded, "If I count to three, get out if you don't take it out."

"one."

"elder brother!"

"two--"

"... Here you are." Yu Qiyue finally compromised.

Zhou Yuelin pulled the phone out of his hand, Yu Qiyue's phone was clean and didn't even have a password, he flipped through it a few times and didn't look down, afraid he couldn't help but rush to Yan Sheng's house and kill him up.

Yu Qiyue saw Zhou Yuelin delete everything in his phone, including the chat history of Yan Sheng's WeChat and phone number.

Although it hurts, everything in it is in his mind, Zhou Yuelin deleted the ones in the phone but couldn't delete the ones in his heart.

"Hold it." Zhou Yuelin handed him the phone.

This is the end?Yu Qiyue didn't expect it to end like this, he was somewhat surprised and somewhat lucky.

"I know you must remember Yan Sheng's mobile phone number, now you send him a text message, I say you send it."

Yu Qiyue said in a daze, "Send what?"

"Break up, don't contact me again."

Yu Qiyue couldn't believe his ears, his eyes were tearing apart and he said, "You can't do this! Brother! I really like him!"

"Should I send it?"

It was rare for Yu Qiyue to resist, "No!" Canthus: "Okay, very good." Zhou Yuelin laughed angrily at him, ignored him, and went straight into the room to clean up.

Yu Qiyue didn't know what he was doing and could only stand in the corner with his mobile phone in his arms.

Not long after, Zhou Yuelin pulled out a suitcase and threw it to Yu Qiyue, and said coldly, "Go and like him, I don't like you anymore, and you are no longer my brother, get out of my house with your things."

"elder brother!"

"roll!"

Why did it become like this?When did Zhou Yuelin say this to him? Even when he broke his brother's favorite watch, he didn't scold him like that. Is it just because he is in love with someone else now?

"I'll ask again, will you post it or not?"

Big teardrops rolled out of Yu Qiyue's eyes in an instant. He turned on the phone tremblingly, but he couldn't remember the familiar numbers in his mind. In his blurred vision, he pressed the buttons tremblingly. It took him more than ten minutes to write a few words. When the editing was finished, he couldn't help raising his head to look at Zhou Yuelin again. When he saw his brother's stiff face, he knew very well that there was no room for redemption.

He hit the send button as hard as a bomb's start button.

Something was really blown up, probably his heart.