my brother is not cute at all

Jiang Haibo was considered a popular student in the college when he was an undergraduate. Although he always liked to tease the teachers of various subjects, his cheerful personality, small mouth was sweet, and he was a bit whiny, but the teachers liked him very much.

He came up to chat with Hal, and Hal casually threw him the cards on his wrist, and offered him a drink. Jiang Haibo thanked him sweetly, took Hou Zeqi's arm and ran away up.

"Hey, that person just now is Yang Yue's tutor and the head of the Department of Directing. Do you think he is handsome?" After walking a few steps, Jiang Haibo bumped Hou Zeqi with his elbow, blinking his eyes and asking in a low voice.

"It's not bad." Compared with me, Hou Zeqi always felt that there was something in his words.

Sure enough, Jiang Haibo immediately said: "He is the number one wrench in our college. The students chasing him can line up from the first floor to the third floor. Not only girls, but also many boys."

"So?" Hou Zeqi asked with a smile, "Is this your money again?"

"I thought about chasing after me," Jiang Haibo muttered, suddenly lowered his voice and said solemnly: "But there are rumors among students in our college that his private life is chaotic. It becomes unnecessary trouble, and the dates are all tender and good-looking little boys."

A tender and good-looking little boy, isn't that...

Hou Zeqi glanced at Yang Yue's direction from a distance, and felt a little bit in his heart, suddenly an ominous premonition arose.

Even so, he still kept a calm look on his face, and motioned Jiang Haibo to continue: "Well, then what?"

"Then..." Jiang Haibo hesitated for a moment, finally gritted his teeth, put his shoulders on his shoulders and leaned over: "Hey, let me tell you straight, that your brother's graduate student was actually guaranteed by him. A related account has already reserved a quota, and in order to keep Yang Yue, Hal insisted on squeezing that related account away, and then there were some unpleasant rumors in the college, and we don't know whether it is true or not."

As soon as Jiang Haibo clicked, Hou Zeqi's eyes sank calmly where he couldn't see.

But soon, he raised half of his eyelids and turned his head, and asked him in a condescending manner: "So you want me not to believe those rumors? Or do you want me not to have any prejudice against him?"

Jiang Haibo's eyes widened in disbelief, and his tone was full of hatred: "I obviously want you to keep an eye on your younger brother! You can see that he looks smart, but he is actually slow in some aspects." Very soon, don’t let all the gnawed bones remain, and your brain still won’t be able to turn around.”

"That's his freedom, I have no right to interfere," Hou Zeqi patted the hand on his shoulder away, pretending to smile relaxedly: "But thank you for reminding, if necessary, I will treat you as a brother." I will still protect my brother."

He walked to the bar, turned around and saw Jiang Haibo was still in a daze, distracted, so he called him: "Are you still here?"

Jiang Haibo came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a big dream, and hurried over and handed his card to the bartender to order. He looked at Hou Zeqi's deep and three-dimensional profile, and his delicately sculpted eyebrows frowned unconsciously.

"I didn't expect that you are quite different from his former brother," he said suddenly without thinking.

"What?" Hou Zeqi asked.

"Nothing," Jiang Haibo waved his hand.

Hou Zeqi always felt that there was a deeper meaning hidden in his words, but he didn't ask any more, just said: "However, we had a little conflict two days ago, and he ran away from home now, if you want me to Keep an eye on him, maybe help me get him home first."

Jiang Haibo asked back, "Why do you ask me to help?"

Hou Zeqi leaned idle in front of the bar: "Because I can't figure it out, please help me, I'll treat you to a roast sausage."

Jiang Haibo: "..."

Five minutes later, the two returned to the small round table with drinks, grilled sausage and fried chicken legs. Jiang Haibo pulled a chair from the side and sat down beside the small round table. Yang Yue was still listening to Hal talking about some precautions for this party , he was bored with his hands, so he quietly played with his legs under the table.

His legs are not skinny like that of ordinary skinny boys, but lean with slender muscles. His cold white complexion makes his skin look like the smooth texture carefully carved out of warm white jade. It makes people feel distracted.

And at this moment, his legs are casually crossing under the table, and the raised arc makes the bathrobe slide to the two sides naturally from the slit, and his knuckle fingers are gently rubbing it, making circles little by little Son, pass the boring time.

Hou Zeqi only glanced at the little movements on his hands, and suddenly understood what Jiang Haibo meant by "he is very slow in some aspects".

Sometimes Yang Yue's inadvertent small movements always make him seductive invisibly without knowing it. These movements and his already somewhat immature face fit together naturally, and they will be in front of each other. He slowly fermented into a more deadly existence in the eyes of those who had plans.

Hou Zeqi stared at his movements, his eyes dimmed, and he walked over to pull up the hand that was making small movements under the table, and stuffed a sausage into it: "Here, eat."

Yang Yue was still angry, seeing that the people in front of him were not pleasing to the eye, but the smell of the grilled sausage in his hand was so tempting that he couldn't help swallowing, and finally the cruel words in his mouth were brewing After a long time, it turned into a cold snort, and then he stuffed the sausage into his mouth, and chewed with puffed cheeks.

Hal still had a dinner in the evening, so he left without sitting for a while. After Yang Yue and them returned to the private room, they also felt that the time was almost up, so they proposed to leave.

In the locker room, he was sitting on a bench wiping his wet hair when Jiang Haibo came over with a bottle of body lotion.

"Hey baby moon, put some body lotion on my back."

The movements of Yang Yue's hands paused, and she glanced at him with disgust: "What body lotion do you, a big man, wear? Why don't you let your coach apply it for you?"

"He's booking movie tickets over there, there's no time," Jiang Haibo said, stuffing body milk into his hands, and turned around to show him his thin and fair back.

Yang Yue said she was disgusted, but obediently squeezed the sticky stuff onto her hands and helped him paint it up a little bit: "Why is he booking movie tickets? You two are on a date right now?"

"How is it? The speed is okay, right?" Jiang Haibo was showing off, "The two of us will go directly to the cinema in a while, how about you? You go home?"

The movements of Yang Yue's hands paused. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that Jiang Haibo was secretly looking in the direction of Hou Zeqi with his back turned to him, but when he looked up, Hou Zeqi's eyes were He hung down quickly, and started typing on the phone screen.

go home?It is impossible to go home.

Yang Yue thought about it in her heart, and opened her mouth to lie: "Why am I going home? I'm going to your place tonight, didn't you ask me to cut a piece of music for you?"

Jiang Haibo turned his head in surprise: "When did I ask you to cut the music for me?"

Out of the corner of her eye, Yang Yue caught a glimpse of Hou Zeqi looking over with a sudden chuckle, and immediately gave Jiang Haibo a small pinch, and lowered her voice desperately to wink at him: "Didn't you agree to let me stay at your house tonight? "

Jiang Haibo retorted him in a low voice without showing any weakness: "Do you have a little eyesight? I have already made an appointment here. Is it appropriate for you to come here and disturb me at this time?"

i fuck...

Then it is appropriate for you to be so obsessed with sex?

Yang Yue was slandering in her heart, but Hou Zeqi came over neatly dressed at this moment.

"I'll pick up the car, and I'll take you to the cinema later," he patted Jiang Haibo on the shoulder, and gave Yang Yue a meaningful look before leaving.

Jiang Haibo waved his hand: "Okay, see you at the front door later, and we'll be ready soon."

Then, before Yang Yue could recall the meaning of the conversation between the two, Jiang Haibo turned his head and urged him: "Hey, hurry up, don't let me catch up with the traffic jam and miss the show."

Yang Yue: "..."

So within a few minutes, Yang Yue was dragged into the co-pilot by Jiang Haibo and Zhu Tianpeng again in a trafficked posture. He didn't realize it until Hou Zeqi thoughtfully helped him fasten his seat belt. It seemed that he had been sold out once again by Jiang Haibo, a pig teammate.

"Did you say before the holiday that you asked me to copy the video of the welcome party for you? Give me the key, and I'll stop by your house to copy it for you later," Yang Yue thought for a long time before making a decision. Final struggle.

"What's the rush? For a video, you can give me the USB drive later and I can copy it myself," Jiang Haibo said.

Seeing that she was getting closer and closer to the cinema, Yang Yue felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, she turned her head and winked at Jiang Haibo: "Then what movie are you watching today? Is it good? I haven't been to the cinema for a long time, why don't I go with you."

Jiang Haibo pinched Zhu Tianpeng's thigh in a place where he couldn't see to silence others: "Ah? We are watching a horror movie, do you want to come with us?"

Yang Yue: "..."

A sense of utter desperation welled up in her heart, Yang Yue turned around and leaned back on the back of the co-pilot's seat. At this time, there were many people coming and going in the shopping mall, and the surrounding drop-off points were all lined up with taxis, so Hou Zeqi would definitely Go around the underground garage and drop the two of them off.

Thinking of this, he stared at the scenery outside the window, bit his nails into his mouth, and silently recorded the location of every exit of the underground garage in his mind.

There are usually two situations when Yang Yue gnaws his hands, one is because of unconscious daze when he is bored, and the other is the thinking habit formed by nervousness and anxiety when thinking about things.Hou Zeqi glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and accurately judged that it was because of the latter that he gnawed his hand at this moment, and couldn't help laughing secretly.

The moment the safety lock was unlocked, Jiang Haibo thanked him, waved his hand and pulled Zhu Tianpeng out of the car. Yang Yue took the opportunity to unbuckle the seat belt, but Hou Zeqi reached out to catch the safety belt that quickly bounced back at the very moment. Pull hard!He strangled him back to the passenger seat.

"Want to run?"

His deep voice suddenly came close to Yang Yue's ears, making her tremble all over with fright, but Yang Yue's pupils only dilated for a moment, and when she turned her head to look at the face that was close at hand, she recovered. To the usual clear and calm.

"Don't run, I'll go down and buy a cup of milk tea," Yang Yue lied without blushing.

Hou Zeqi: "What do you drink, I'll buy it for you."

Yang Yue narrowed her eyes confidently: "Are you afraid that I will run away?"

Hou Zeqi asked back: "You don't know how?"

"Hmph, I'm not that naive," Yang Yue said.

"Okay, I'll buy it for you." Hou Zeqi was still stubborn, patted his thigh and said with a smile: "You still have bruises on your back, what should you do if you are hurt by so many people in the elevator? Be obedient and be good." Wait for me in the car."

Yang Yue's eyes turned black with anger, she gritted her teeth and wanted to scold her: "..."

Hou Zeqi was in a good mood, and got off the car whistling. Yang Yue saw his tall and straight back disappearing at the sightseeing elevator from a distance, and soon disappeared. His dark eyes looked around and confirmed This escape can be foolproof, so I tiptoedly put my little paw on the car door and pulled it hard——

There was a dull click on the door, and there was no more response.

locked? !

It was like a muffled thunder on a sunny day struck Yang Yue's brain center, he pulled the door handle in disbelief and shook it crazily a few times, before he was finally sure that he was locked behind the back of this bastard in the car.

A nameless anger climbed to the top of her head along her chest, Yang Yue cursed in a low voice, kicked the car door fiercely, and the dull loud noise made the little girl passing by the car window startled.

If he wanted to break through the window and escape, there was no way for him to do so, but the consequence would be that he would be regarded as a terrorist and be picked up by the security guards and sent to the police station in minutes.Thinking of this, he scratched his hair irritably, stared at the car window and started to sulk.

Hou Ze went back at seven speeds, and when he returned to the car, the child beside him was sitting on the seat and scratching his hair dejectedly, like a domineering lion whose teeth had been pulled out and put into a cage, silently shutting himself to himself.

"Here, the milk tea you want."

"Don't drink," Yang Yue pushed it away.

Hou Zeqi knew it well, leaned on the driver's seat and stared at him, and let out a very short laugh: "You really want to avoid going home, right? Cutting music and copying videos are all excuses, and I don't really want to watch movies, milk tea It's not that I really want to drink, but I tried my best to drive me away just to take the opportunity to slip away, am I right?"

Fortunately, you also know that Yang Yue turned her head and gave him a look, neither admitting nor denying it.

"I'm confused, why are you so arrogant? It's been so many days, I apologize, and I bought milk tea for you, what do you want me to do? You insist on buying a pair of yellow Did Rose go to your school gate and hug your thigh, crying and begging you to go home?"

"How dare you!" Yang Yue gave him a fierce look with a look that if you dare to go, I will dare to kill you.

"You have a good idea, what's the relationship between us? You just want me to buy you flowers?" Hou Zeqi resumed his usual sneering mode, raising half of his eyebrows and humming: "I advise you that it's almost enough, we two now It’s a brother who is written on a household registration book. As long as you don’t break off the relationship for a day, you have to go home sooner or later. Besides, did you make mistakes when you were at home and didn’t your elders teach you? Don’t you feel like you when you were beaten and scolded? Did you hate them that day?"

Yang Yue thought of Yang Yu's ferocious and angry face and Yang Yang's expression hiding a knife in his smile. Although he didn't say any words of resentment in front of them, his real hatred never abated.Thinking about it carefully, what he said that night was indeed a little too much, and it seemed reasonable for Hou Zeqi to be so angry, and he was the one who did it first, but now he was coaxed in a low voice like an ancestor, It is indeed a bit out of character.

Thinking of this, Yang Yue couldn't help being a little moved: "What's wrong with hating you? Didn't you expect me to fall in love with you?"

"I was wrong, can't I just talk nonsense?" Hou Zeqi opened the milk tea and handed it to him, with a bit of helpless affection in his deep eyes: "I wish you would fall in love with me right now."

"You have a good idea!" Yang Yue was so angry that he sneered, "I'm not gay."

Hou Zeqi asked: "Then do you drink milk tea?"

"Drink it, you begged me to drink it," Yang Yue grabbed the cup and bit the straw into her mouth.

It can be regarded as coaxing, the awkward child is really not cute at all.

Hou Zeqi breathed a sigh of relief, lit the fire, and raised his thick black handsome eyebrows flamboyantly and gently: "Then come home with me now?"

"Well, let's drive."