they love me so much what to do

The sixth young master of the Zhou family had a teenage adopted son, and this news quickly spread to the upper class. Although adopting a child is nothing, people only need to think that the sixth young master has never had any scandals, and there are even many rumors that he is not close to women. , it can't help but be subtle.

I don't know what other people think, but as the "adopted son" of the Sixth Young Master, Hua Wu has been a little bit cool these days. Ever since he met the third personality that day, he has been deeply involved in the suspicion that the Sixth Brother is a copy of 24 Billys. .

Gradually entering April, Hua Wu just wandered around the villa in short-sleeved clothes. There were only two days left before the deadline given by his elder brother last time.

In the evening, Hua Wu was sitting in the living room, watching dog-blood dramas and drinking milk.The room was bright, but empty, only the voice from the TV.

Fifth Brother and Sixth Brother went out in the afternoon, wearing black suits, probably going to some formal occasion.

The dinner was cooked by the part-time auntie. The three dishes and one soup all tasted like home-cooked food. Hua Wu had a big appetite. After eating three bowls of white rice and two bowls of soup, there were some leftover dishes. He felt it was a pity to throw them away. Then I went to serve half a bowl of rice and ate up the food.

After eating, he went for a walk in the courtyard to digest his food. Feeling almost done, he took the milk and sat down to watch TV.

Usually there are always one or two older brothers at home, but now he is the only one left, and he suddenly feels a little lonely.After drinking the milk, Hua Wu lay on her knees, staring at the TV in a daze.

After about nightfall, the seven brothers finally went home.On Wednesday, he opened the combination lock with a stinky face, walked in the door while tearing off his tie, and clicked: "It's really boring, don't let me go to such a boring banquet next time."

Tuesday, who was a few steps behind, smiled: "In the future, there will be no need for so many people to go to any important occasions. Next time, let's play the game."

When they entered the living room, they saw a thin and slender young man lying on his knees and fell asleep, with jet-black hair falling on his face, he was obedient and quiet, and his bandaged right hand looked very distressing.

Looking at the bandage on his hand on Wednesday, he was extremely dissatisfied. If the instigator hadn't been stabbed and hospitalized, he wouldn't be surnamed Zhou if he didn't make some trouble.

Standing on the last Thursday, walked past the brothers, sat next to the boy, and leaned into his ear, with a soft cotton candy-like voice: "Xiao Hua, Xiao Hua..."

The young man frowned, and slowly opened his eyes, which were filled with misty water vapor because he had just woken up.He stared blankly at Thursday, his eyes unfocused.

"Xiaohua?", Thursday called him softly, stroking his dark hair.

Hua Wu didn't sleep too deeply, and soon woke up. Seeing a row of older brothers standing in front of him, he blinked and let out an "ah".

The brothers are all tall and long-legged, and they look even better in pure black suits.Hua Wu raised her face to look at them, and smiled with the corners of her lips pursed: "Welcome home, brother."

His voice was as clear as the gurgling of spring water, and the brothers were all taken aback when they heard it.

As far as the relationship between the brothers is concerned, it’s not to the point of heart and soul. Some of them still don’t like each other. Except for Monday and Wednesday, the rest of them will not work hard to maintain Brotherhood, so things like this welcome home they never said or heard to each other.

Wednesday immediately covered his face, turned his head, his handsome face was completely red, "Say, what are you doing so embarrassing! Why don't you go to sleep and lie here?"

As soon as the words fell, Hua Wu's eyes widened suddenly, Oops!It was so late, the brothers must be hungry, but he ate all the food!

Ignoring the eyes of the other brothers on Thursday, he hugged Huawu tightly and did not let go, hugging him like a doll, with his chin resting on top of his head, smiling sweetly: "I haven't seen you for a few days, Xiaohua misses my brother ?"

Hua Wu didn't bother to answer him, and quickly said: "I'm sorry brother, I finished the food... No, why don't I get instant noodles for my brothers?"

"Xiao Hua, no need." On Tuesday, she took off her suit jacket, rolled up her sleeves, and said softly, "Are you hungry? I'll cook."

Sunday sat there with no expression on his face, and his clear voice did not fluctuate: "It's too late, second brother, don't do anything, let's order takeaway."

The rest of the brothers had no objections, and ordered takeaways of various cuisines on Tuesday.

While waiting for the takeaway, some brothers went upstairs to change clothes, and some sat next to Hua Wu, and they didn't communicate much.Being hugged by Thursday, Hua Wu felt a little hot, but when she thought about it, she saw his sad blue eyes.

Hua Wu could only bite the bullet and sit back, and she was really curious, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, where have you all gone?"

Putting down the newspaper on Monday, he said in a deep voice, "There is a banquet." He stared into Yaodi's clear eyes and said, "If you don't like it, you don't have to go."

Hua Wu was startled.Pinching his white and tender ears on Thursday, she smiled sweetly: "The banquet is very boring, Xiaohua just needs to wait at home."

It turned out that the eldest brother remembered his words in his heart... Hua Wu lowered her eyes and let go of the corners of her pursed mouth.

At this time, the takeaway was delivered, and everyone came to the dining room.Hua Wu put away her thoughts, looked around the dining table, and finally chose to sit on the empty seat between Saturday and Sunday.

There was everything on the table, Seventh Brother scooped up a bowl of seafood porridge for him, asked him to drink the porridge, peeled the shrimp shells on Sunday, and then put the tender and delicious shrimp meat on the plate in front of him, so that it was easy to eat.

On Tuesday, he handed everyone a plate of seasoning. On Saturday, he thanked them lightly. He picked up a plump white dumpling, dipped it in the seasoning and put it in his mouth. After a few seconds, he looked up at Tuesday.

Tuesday smiled softly: "What's the matter, Sixth?"

Before he could open his mouth, Tuesday had a pair of peach blossom eyes, and his voice was as gentle as water: "By the way, when I ate at Chen Zhishui's restaurant that night, who changed my water for wine? When I came back, who changed my wine?" Throw it in the living room?"

It is said that Saturday silently continued dipping in the spicy seasoning, after all, it is a body, and of course he has to take the blame for what the other personalities do.

Hearing what the second brother said so lightly, Wednesday covered his hot mouth, squinted at Tuesday, and said inarticulately: "Second brother, do you want to be so narrow-minded?"

Tuesday smiled: "What did you say?"

Choking on Wednesday, he silently pushed away the seasoning dish in front of him.

Hua Wu, who watched the whole process, pushed his normal seasoning plate in front of Saturday, took the mustard plate with his own, pursed his lips and bent an arc: "Sixth brother, I can eat spicy food."

On Saturday, he hummed, and put a dumpling with thin skin and filling in his bowl.

After eating the prawns peeled by Brother Seven and the dumplings made by Brother Six, Hua Wu couldn't stop eating. When he was almost finished, he handed him a bowl of fragrant chicken soup on Thursday, and a bowl of chicken soup with clear grains on Friday. The fried rice was placed in front of him.

Huawu: "..."

In the end, he walked back to the room step by step from the stairs with difficulty. He was too full to sleep for a while, so he took out the practice book and planned to practice for half an hour.

Just as Hua Wu picked up the pen, there was a knock on the door.

After knocking three times quickly, Sunday pushed the door open and walked in.

"Brother Seven?" Hua Wu stood in front of the desk, watching Sunday striding over.

Sunday was still in the pure black suit, his handsome face seemed a little clearer than when we first met, and the tear mole at the corner of his eye was very eye-catching under the light, "It's okay, come and take a look. Ba, what are you doing?"

Hua Wu picked up the pen and said, "Practice calligraphy, my elder brother said five days ago that as long as I can write neat characters with my left hand in a week, I will go to school."

Standing behind him on Sunday, he bent down and looked at the words in the practice book.

"Xiao Ba, let me have a look at the way you hold the pen." Seeing my younger brother holding the pen, Sunday smiled with a smile on his lips: "The posture is wrong, so the pen will not have strength."

As he said that, Sunday stretched out his hand from Yaodi's back, and held his left hand to correct his pen-holding posture, "You should put your fingers like this, and don't bend your knuckles, um, yes, that's it."

Sunday's frosty brows and eyes gradually softened, and the shallow eyes were warm.He held Yaodi's hand tightly, leading him to write on the paper, stroke by stroke with great patience.

"Writing here, we must finish slowly."

"Ah, I subconsciously turned a corner."

"It's okay, write a new one, don't write too hard."

"Seventh brother, is that so? It seems to feel more comfortable than my previous posture."

"Well, yes, well written."

It is estimated that after more than ten minutes of practice, Hua Wu has never been used to it, and gradually becomes smooth, and the font has become softer, and it will not look very stiff.He put down his pen, carefully flipped through the calligraphy, and found that compared with tonight's words, the previous words were almost insignificant.

He raised his face back and slightly bent the corners of his mouth: "Thank you Brother Seven, I finally found the feeling."

Sunday looked at him with a smile, and was about to say something, when he suddenly felt that his gaze on Yaodi became higher, and he hesitated, "Xiaoba, have you grown taller?"

Hua Wu was stunned for a moment, then put down the practice book, rushed to the door to measure the height of the drawing, took a closer look, and the next second his eyes lit up in surprise, "Seventh brother! I've grown taller!"

On Sunday, I took Yaodi to stand facing each other, and found that he had indeed grown taller. When I first met him, he was only below my chest, but now it has reached the middle of my chest and went up a little.

Touching his hair, the smile on Sunday was as bright as the morning light, "Xiaoba, you are in the development stage now, it is normal to grow taller, and you may be able to grow as tall as my brother... I am so tall."

Hua Wu didn't notice the word "brother" which stopped abruptly, and excitedly gestured at the chest of her seventh brother, nodding repeatedly: "Well, I can still grow taller."

He drank milk year after year, almost nauseated, and now his height, which he hadn't grown in several years, finally improved.

Hua Wu happily wanted to go downstairs to eat two more bowls of rice.

Sunday helplessly stopped him and dragged him to bed, "It's very late, I'll eat tomorrow, sleep now."

After finishing speaking, he turned off the light without any explanation.

Hua Wu opened her clear eyes in the darkness, and her voice was crisp and clear: "Seventh brother, can you go to bed and talk with me for a while like that night before leaving?"

The movement of turning around on Sunday froze, and asked in a low voice; "Can't you sleep?"

Hua Wu put her hands outside the quilt and hummed obediently.

After standing there for a while, he took off his suit jacket on Sunday, lay down on the bed, faced him, propped his head with one hand, and said in a very soft voice, "What do you want to say?"

Hua Wu turned her head sideways, and vaguely saw a silhouette in the dark surroundings, "Brother transferred me to a noble school in the city center, did Brother Seven go to school there?"

As if he was influenced by himself, Brother Yao also spoke in a low voice, with a little nasal sound, sounding soft and obedient, making one couldn't help but want to kiss him.On Sunday, eyebrows and eyes were slightly closed, and he reached out to gently stroke his hair, "I have attended, I attended both junior high school and high school there."

Hua Wu became interested, moved her body closer to him, and whispered, "How much is the first grade in that school?"

Sunday bowed his head, warm breath sprinkled on top of his head, his voice was deep, like some kind of animal lurking in the thick dark night, "After so many years, the score should have changed a lot."

A faint bath smell lingered in his nose. Sunday subconsciously approached the boy's neck and sniffed it. It should be orange, sweet and light, like a flower with a strong fragrance hidden in the abyss, tempting him to want to Bite on that white skin...

He didn't know what Yaodi was talking about, but he just stared at that seductive neck, resisting the urge to kiss him. This growing desire made him feel like a beast.

He obviously wanted to stay away from his younger brother, so why did he take the initiative to knock on his younger brother's door?

Sunday closed his eyes hard, his hoarse voice seemed to be walking on the scorching sun desert, extremely thirsty; "Little Ba, it's late, go to sleep."

Hua Wu thought her brother was sleepy, so she closed her eyes and obediently stopped talking.

The moonlight came in from the window, intertwining cool light and shadow on the windowsill.On Sunday, under the moonlight, slightly trembling hands fell from Yaodi's hair to his delicate face.

Sensing something was wrong, Hua Wu opened his eyes, held his trembling palm with his left hand, and asked in confusion, "Brother Seven, are you feeling well?"

Sunday put down the hand supporting his head, leaned against his ear, and gently stroked his face, his slender fingers seemed to be blown by the cold wind, leaving only biting cold.

"Xiaoba, promise me, don't fall in love with anyone."