my brother is not cute at all

The unrealistic proposal was indeed dismissed by Yang Yue's cold and ruthless word "scroll".

Jiang Haibo sighed with his fair face: "You said that you are almost 20 years old, and you don't even have emotions and desires. People who don't know think that you have some obstacles in some aspects."

Yang Yue picked up the teacup as if to splash it, but Jiang Haibo immediately fell back tactically and fell silent.

"I'm not as powerful as you, and I'm with your boyfriend all day—" Halfway through speaking, Yang Yue realized that there was still a big living person sitting next to him who didn't know Jiang Haibo's sexual orientation, and immediately stopped.

I don't know if he will reject people with this sexual orientation, will he feel disgusted?

Thinking of this, Yang Yue sneaked a sneaky glance at Hou Zeqi subconsciously, and the eyes of the two collided unexpectedly, the other just hooked the corners of his lips indifferently, and he was also smiling when he was talking, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Yang Yue's heart sank, and she corrected it belatedly: "I've been with your partner all day long..."

"Don't mention that scumbag to me!" Jiang Haibo slapped the table and became emotional.

Yang Yue presses down on her temples with a big head, yes, Bai will help you cover.

Looking at Hou Zeqi again, there was no reaction there, but the eyes staring at Jiang Haibo suddenly became a little complicated.

"That idiot cheated mentally and gave a female anchor tens of thousands of dollars in gifts behind my back. Later, I specially registered an account to squat him in the live broadcast room, and it really caught me. , almost blinded Dad's eyes!" Jiang Haibo was filled with righteous indignation.

Yang Yue didn't cover it up for him anymore, she just asked: "So you two broke up?"

"Come on," Jiang Haibo said, "I want to leave the front door and the back door. How can there be such a beautiful thing waiting for him?"

Hou Zeqi, who was drinking water, was suddenly choked, and Yang Yue immediately yelled at him: "Jiang Haibo, pay attention to your quality!"

Jiang Haibo curled his lips, and chattered endlessly while eating, revealing the ins and outs of that scumbag's mental derailment in detail. He was quick-spoken and scolded very vigorously.

Yang Yue and Hou Zeqi listened quietly at the side, taking advantage of this time to secretly carve up all the meat on the grill.

"There is also that female anchor, she has a cosmetic contact liner tattoo, a semi-permanent tattoo, false eyelashes, and a face full of hyaluronic acid that shines like a Buddha. She opened an eight-level beauty live broadcast to remove makeup. After reading it, she told me that it’s called makeup removal for a simple, beautiful and unpretentious girl like her. The heavy makeup you danced and painted is not called makeup removal, but it’s called painted skin, painted skin? Oh, I paint to sell skin! "

When Jiang Haibo raised his head again, the chopsticks outstretched in the air suddenly froze. He stared at the baking tray with only two pieces of Pleurotus eryngii left alone on it and the plate that had piled up into a mountain of meat in front of Yang Yue. After a while, the torture of the soul was sent out.

"Why did all the meat go to your plate? Hey, didn't you never eat meat when you came out to eat barbecue with me?"

"Because you roast the meat until it becomes mushy, I'm afraid it will cause cancer," Yang Yue said.

Jiang Haibo was furious immediately, he stretched out his chopsticks and wanted to snatch it: "Give me two yuan!"

Yang Yue quickly picked up the plate and shrank it aside: "No, you can look at the meat on your butt, you can hang it in the pork market and sell it with a seal, and you can eat it every day!"

"I rely on you to scold again?!" Jiang Haibo was wronged: "You just think that I am alone and can't beat you now. When I get the next man, we will definitely work together to kill you, an unfilial son. broken leg!"

Yang Yue looked at him blankly, jumping across the table, puffing her cheeks and frantically stuffing barbecue into her mouth.

At this moment, the screen of the mobile phone on the table turned on, and then began to buzz and vibrate.

"Your phone number," Jiang Haibo raised his chin and asked, "Who is it?"

Yang Yue chewed something, just put down the plate, picked up the phone and left.

Jiang Haibo thought he was bored, picked up a lettuce leaf and gnawed it like a rabbit. While gnawing, he unscrupulously looked at Hou Zeqi's face, his eyes were full of vigor.

"Is there something on my face?" Hou Zeqi asked with a smile.

Jiang Haibo chewed on the vegetable leaves, and asked him straightforwardly: "What's the relationship between you and Yang Yue?"

Hou Zeqi didn't answer directly, but asked instead: "What kind of relationship do you think we are like?"

"Definitely not a friend," Jiang Haibo said to the point, and then complacently added under Hou Zeqi's gaze: "I know him too well, he can't make any other friends except me."

This sounds a little believable.

Hou Zeqi thought about Yang Yue's character, and gave a faint "hmm", whether he agreed or was perfunctory.

"So you..." Jiang Haibo leaned over and lowered his voice, deliberately prolonging the tone of the ending.

His eyes were delicate, with the tip of the eyes raised, and when he stared straight at him, they shone sharply and shrewdly, like a fox.

Of course Hou Zeqi knew what he wanted to ask, but he smiled deliberately and asked, "Why do you want to know our relationship so much?"

"Because I've seen it for a long time." Jiang Haibo stared at him fixedly, the corner of his mouth was quite proud: "People with our sexual orientation have always been very intuitive, so I am, and so are you. am I right?"

His tone was more determined than doubtful.

Hou Zeqi understood what he meant, and didn't intend to hide it.

"That's right," the sunlight outside the window shone through the veil on the bottom of his light brown eyes, reflecting the mild and sharp light of amber: "So you've been talking about your ex-boyfriend for half the meal, that's why To test my reaction to you?"

"Yes," Jiang Haibo nodded, admitted generously, and then asked him with a smile: "Then what do you think of me? Is it your money?"

Unexpectedly, the other party would hit a straight ball suddenly, Hou Zeqi smiled and helped him crush the little flames of hope: "To be honest, no, I prefer to have a big temper than to post it on my own initiative." Fierce prickly head."

"Your desire to conquer must be very strong in that way," Jiang Haibo sighed, raised his teacup and smiled in front of him: "Well, since you are not interested in me, let's just be friends Friends."

Hou Zeqi raised his teacup and touched him lightly, there was a crisp clang, and he suddenly remembered something at the moment Jiang Haibo took a sip of tea, and added a sentence.

"By the way, Xiaoyue and I are just brothers, so don't think too much about it."

Jiang Haibo choked with a puff, and asked in shock, "Brother relationship?"

"Well, the one written in a household registration book," Hou Zeqi finished, taking a sip of tea leisurely.

Jiang Haibo was stunned for a moment. It wasn't until Yang Yue came back from the call that he came back to his senses and asked, "Who called you?"

"My student," Yang Yue said softly, "I had a fever and was infused in the hospital, and she asked for leave for the afternoon class."

When Jiang Haibo heard this, he immediately regained his spirits: "Then let's go to the hot springs in the afternoon, and I will buy the tickets now."

While talking, he picked up his mobile phone and flicked the screen to book a ticket. Yang Yue was stunned and reached out to stop him, but at this moment Hou Zeqi picked up a piece of sweet potato and put it on the porcelain plate in front of him, and stretched him out without a trace. hand blocked.

"The sweet potatoes are ripe, let's eat."

A small invisible question mark immediately floated above Yang Yue's head, he said he wants to eat sweet potatoes?

Hou Zeqi saw that his dark almond eyes were dazed, and continued to ask with a smile, "What else do you want? Potatoes? Do you want Pleurotus eryngii?"

"I'll do it myself," don't bother you.

Yang Yue didn't bother to talk to him, she stretched out her hand to pick up potato chips in the pot.

Jiang Haibo put down his phone at this moment: "Okay, the ticket is booked."

The chopsticks Yang Yue stretched out froze in the air instantly: "..."

Hou Zeqi held back a smile, his deep eyes were full of gentleness and harmlessness, when Yang Yue came over with a hooked eye knife, he couldn't hold back anymore, and burst out laughing.

This bastard really did it on purpose.

Jiang Haibo picked up the chopsticks and took away the piece of potato that Yang Yue was about to pick up, and put it into his mouth, muttering while chewing: "I ordered four, and I'll call a friend over later," he said, mysteriously Blinking at Yang Yue: "Hey, my personal swimming coach, he has a great figure and six-pack abs!"

Yang Yue thought to himself that he is not gay, whether he has abs or not is none of his business, all he wants to do now is to press Hou Zeqi's gloating face on the baking tray and bake him like a sweet potato.

The hot spring club that Jiang Haibo booked was near the school. Since it was a new store and it was still in the stage of crazy discounts, there were inevitably school students in it, so he specially booked a small private room.

The ticket for the private room includes bath towels, swimming trunks, fruit plate and drinks. Jiang Haibo took Yang Yue to choose drinks at the front desk, and then went into the small shop in the clubhouse to choose masks.

Yang Yue was in a mood of irritability, seeing what he chose was not pleasing to the eye: "What kind of mask do you put on, a big man? Damn it."

"Do you think everyone is as beautiful as you? When you reach my age, you will know the importance of skin care," Jiang Haibo picked and picked up a box of three-piece mask imported from Japan, and glanced to the side Then he took off a bunny ear and shook it at Yang Yue: "Hey! Is this cute?"

Yang Yue snorted: "Bitch."

Jiang Haibo got used to his mouth, so he didn't bother with him and went directly to pay the bill.When he returned to the lobby of the clubhouse, his six-pack swimming coach had already arrived. Jiang Haibo greeted him and brought him directly to the sofa.

"Come, let me introduce. This is my friend and my personal swimming coach," Jiang Haibo walked over, holding his arm.

This man was not short, with thick eyebrows, a square face, dark and strong. When he looked over, he passed Yang Yue in shock and stared straight behind him, and then there was a spark in the air, as if triggering some kind of A wonderful switch, he suddenly cursed, pointed to somewhere behind Yang Yue and shouted: "I rely on the dead monkey to be you?!"

Yang Yue: "..."

Jiang Haibo: "?"

Hou Zeqi, who was pointed at his nose, narrowed his eyes in displeasure, and after confirming that he didn't have much impression of this person, he asked, "Who are you?"

"You don't know me anymore?" the boy yelled, "I'm the captain of the swimming team of the Sports High School!"

"Oh," Hou Zeqi responded faintly with a long tail, as if the search engine in his head was suddenly connected to the Internet: "The one who lost to me three times in the butterfly stroke back then? What's your name? Zhu Cifang?"

The boy corrected with a rough voice: "Zhu Tianpeng!"

Pigs and canopies?

Yang Yue's live etc radar started beeping, and without even thinking about it, she said at the same time as Hou Zeqi: "Pigs and canopies, don't they both mean the same thing?"

What a match made in heaven, the embarrassing air around was instantly frozen in the Ice Age, and the sparks that were about to explode were frozen into gorgeous ice crystals with a click, and four embarrassing ice sculptures were condensed along the ankles of several people along the way.

"..."

Jiang Haibo couldn't listen anymore, so he hurriedly came out to accuse Yang Yue: "You two are almost done. I invited you here today not to listen to the quarrel. I left. Since we all know each other, if there is any misunderstanding, let us know." Let's go ahead and talk."

He held Zhu Tianpeng in one hand, and pushed Yang Yue towards the locker room with the other.

Hou Zeqi followed behind, Yang Yue, who was immersed in the conversation just now, turned her head to look at him thoughtfully, and was caught by the sharp eyes.

"What's the matter? I didn't expect that we would be so connected?"

With a tacit understanding, Yang Yue asked, "What does the butterfly stroke mean?"

"That's what you think," Hou Zeqi confessed: "I used to be a first-class swimmer, and I have a genuine athlete's certificate to testify. If you don't believe me, I can show it to you when I go home."

It's not that I don't believe it, but Yang Yue's mood is a bit complicated at the moment. He suddenly thought of the cold winter when he was 9 years old, the child who desperately rescued him from the pool, and that made him love boys who are good at swimming. With special filters.But the person in front of him just had a fight with him a few days ago, and now that he knows such news, he can't help but feel a little awkward.

Hou Zeqi didn't know what Yang Yue was thinking, but thought his expression was a little funny: "What expression do you have?"

Yang Yue: "It's nothing, I really didn't expect that you are not an ignorant person."

Hou Zeqi: "Yeah, I didn't expect my excellence to be exposed so early."