my brother is not cute at all

Angie sent three or five waiters to find it, and finally found the torn cufflink behind a green vase in the corridor. The precious gemstone was not damaged, but the fritillary on the edge was there. A tiny crack.

When the stylist helped him organize everything again, it was getting late. Hou Zeqi strolled into the lobby, greeted several familiar star models and Haiheng Group's business partners, and sat down to leave. On the table closest to the stage.

The wedding process is all the same and boring. After the routine process is over, the band and dance troupe invited on the program list will perform on stage. Well-known folk singers, Western bands, and even self-proclaimed singers are actually half-opened. After the overturned [-]-line male actor played and sang on stage, Deep Media's new girl group debuted on the talent show this year took the stage to perform.

The 11 girl idols are fair and beautiful, jumping on the stage in colorful fluffy skirts, but in the eyes of Hou Zeqi, who is naturally not interested in girls, they are like 11 colorful checkers, There is almost no difference except the color of the skirt.

Although the show was boring, the audience watched it with great interest, especially the little cousin Qu Yaotong who was sitting next to Hou Zeqi, who had been holding her mobile phone from the beginning of the wedding.

At the beginning, he pointed the camera at him frequently, and introduced him in a coquettish voice: This is your male god-level well-known e-sports anchor, a retired professional player, and the former captain of the FIH team—Qize, he is my cousin. ~

Hou Zeqi just smiled slightly, thinking that it would be strange if someone would recognize me with your big face and live broadcast with an eight-level face-lifting filter on.

And at this moment, the little cousin screamed excitedly while holding her mobile phone——

"Ah, my sister's legs are not legs! They are spring water on the banks of the Seine! My sister's waist is not my waist! It's Saburo's scimitar! The fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged sister is amazing! What kind of fairy is this who saves mortals? The voice! The devilish figure and the angelic face I love love love love!"

The decibels that directly hit the eardrums combined with the deafening music made Hou Zeqi's ears almost leak from hearing it.

Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer, and leaned forward to tap his cousin's shoulder: "I said, is your throat tired? Do you want me to pour you a cup of tea to cover your mouth?"

Qu Yaotong turned his head and yelled amidst the deafening music: "Ah—?? What did you say—?!!"

Hou Zeqi: "..."

He took out his mobile phone in resignation, and flipped through today's news in every possible way.

The show on the stage, which was like dancing wild dicks, finally ended, the lights on the stage dimmed slightly, and then a quiet and melodious sound of running water flowed quietly, and the noisy banquet hall fell silent in an instant.

Hou Zeqi looked up in surprise, and saw a dark figure standing quietly in the center of the stage.

The LED back view screen has changed, from gaudy laser rain to a waning moon in the night, the moment when the bright white moonlight shines down, it is like a cold holy light, wrapping the people on the stage in the soft moonlight Then, the gradual black long sleeves were suddenly shaken to the beat of the music, and spread along the bright red carpet, as if throwing out a night with the light of the sky gone, cold and quiet.

It's that fierce and horizontal little stickman.

Hou Zeqi hooked the corners of his lips with a half-smile.

The people on the stage were dressed in black dance costumes, except for a bright red belt around the waist. The moment when the silver bells and draped red tassels flew away when they twisted and spun around, it was amazing. The waist of the whole person is like a thin and tough piece of paper, with a slender waist and a grip.

His half-length mid-hair was tied in a bun behind his head with a red ribbon, and he was dressed in a fairy-like style. His flowing wide-leg pants and long coat fluttered wildly with the dance, and his ink-colored sleeves were like vigorous pens and inks. Dancing to the beat of the drums, every stroke was swayed amazingly.

The tip of the sleeve pierces the wind, the tip of the toe hooks the moon, one leg lingfeng draws a touch of shock, the cover leg turns over and throws out two dragons, the flying spinners are like flowers in ink, and then the purple golden crown leaps into the air and freezes into a painting of ink.

Turning over by sucking and then hanging on the waist, kicking up a cloud on the spot, kneeling on the ground with long sleeves and throwing a row of wild geese across the sky in Mobei, the gradually changing sleeves are like snow rolls, spilling the frosty white of Kunlun.

Hou Zeqi was fascinated by watching, and gradually forgot to slide the screen of the mobile phone in his hand, until the fuselage buzzed and shook, and then pulled his thoughts back from the distant fairy mountain.

He turned his gaze to the screen with some reluctance, and the pop-up WeChat message came from his own father Hou Chenghai.

Lao Hou: Don't drink, I'll take your sister-in-law home after a while.

"Tsk, squeezing free labor again," Hou Zeqi muttered, thinking of the chaotic scene today, the drivers under the old man should be too busy, so he replied: Received.

When he looked up again, the performance on the stage was over, and the little gangster seemed to be pulling off his cuff buttons, leaving only a fairy-like back floating off the stage.

After recording the video, Qu Yaotong seemed to feel his gaze, turned around and asked, "What did you just say?"

Hou Zeqi: "You will spend the long night when you go home with me at night, are you happy?"

Qu Yaotong: "Oh, let my dad take the co-pilot."

Hou Zeqi: "..."

Seeing that the person was about to turn his head away, he kicked the opponent's stool with his long legs: "Hey, send me a copy of the recorded video, so that you can get home safely at night."

Qu Yaotong rolled his eyes and threw the phone across the table, then turned to pour juice for himself.

Hou Zeqi turned out the video just now and watched it quietly for a while, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.

When I find out which company you belong to, you don't want to play tricks in front of me.

The banquet didn't end until after nine o'clock. Hou Zeqi sent the drunken sister-in-law's family home safely, and returned to the main residence of Lishan at the order of Hou Chenghai. Meng Hanqing, the housekeeper who had worked in the Hou family for nearly 20 years, was standing in the courtyard Waiting for him at the door, after he said hello, he drove the Mercedes-Benz G directly into his underground garage.

After entering the house, the chubby nanny Meng Hong immediately greeted her. She is Uncle Meng's cousin. The siblings have been in this house since Hou Zeqi was 6 years old. It seems to be playing Huanzhugege.

"Are you back?" Meng Hong came over and took Hou Zeqi's suit jacket that was draped on his forearm, and while he was changing his shoes, looked him up and down, and teased, "Oh, this dress looks really good on you. Wear this kind of formal attire more often in the future, it looks handsome!"

"It's still hot, I'm almost out of breath," Hou Zeqi shook his neckline to breathe, his bubbly voice endowed by his racial advantage was deep and magnetic: "Sister Hong, is my dad asleep?"

"No, I'm waiting for you in the study, and I want to introduce someone to you."

This Hou Zeqi knew, otherwise it would be impossible for him to be called back specially.

Meng Hong lowered her voice mysteriously, covered half of her face as if whispering, her smile was both excited and kind: "Hey, he's a handsome guy, he looks so juicy!"

Hou Zeqi laughed at her: "You are a mother and you still pay attention to this? How juicy? Is the juicy when I was a child?"

"Don't you know if you take a look?" Meng Hong smiled and nudged him: "After changing your clothes in a while, I will iron the suit for you and hang it in your cloakroom. That's all right, you can go up."

When he had dinner with Hou Chenghai for the first time, Yang Yue had already been to the main house on the side of Bishan. At that time, his impression of Bishan was Bishan Hot Spring Resort, a resort located on the outskirts of the city, not only the environment is beautiful and the scenery is pleasant , and all the suites are extremely expensive. Poor proletarian students like them can only watch from a distance and not play with them.

He thought that the main house of the Hou family was just a small garden house next to the main residence of the Hou family. Unexpectedly, after arriving, he found that the reality was completely opposite to his imagination. It turned out that the main residence of the Hou family was a garden next to the main residence of the Hou family. small bungalow...

Luxurious fountain, private swimming pool, open viewing terrace, independent golf course and open-air shooting range, Yang Yue never dared to live in such a house in her dreams. Got lost in the villa.

After taking a shower in the bathroom on the third floor, he was wearing a soft home t-shirt and was wiping half-length wet hair with a snow-white towel. When he opened a door, he found a strange room.

After thinking about it, the nanny just told him that the study room is in the southeast direction on the second floor, but where does this dizziness make him distinguish between the southeast and the north?

He stood in the large hall in a daze for a moment before he realized that he was on the third floor, so he decided to go downstairs first.

The stairs were not very spacious. He hung his head down and wiped his wet hair all the way down to the second floor. After turning around, he bumped into his broad and strong chest head-on. A warm and spicy scent of ebony roses rushed into his nostrils. For a moment , Yang Yue even felt the strong muscles in the opponent's chest tense suddenly, causing his feet to sway, and quickly took a step back.

"Aren't you—" He subconsciously apologized, but the moment he raised his head, his voice sank in disbelief: "Why are you?"

I fucking want to ask you!Hou Zeqi stared at the fresh and handsome face in front of him after bathing, his mind was full of Meng Hong's words: he is a handsome young man, he looks so juicy.

That's wicked enough.

The child who has washed off his makeup looks a little more immature than the one who put on a little powder at the banquet. His cold white skin is translucent. Although the eyebrows that have not been elongated are still raised, the color is a little lighter. The original coldness has been weakened, and the tiny mole on the right side of the tip of the nose is much clearer, and it is the only place on the cold face that shows a bit of smoke and fire.

Ke Shui Ling is Ke Shui Ling, but his temper is also Ke Shui Ling.

Hou Zeqi suddenly thought of the moment when the opal cufflinks flew out in the air, and the clear crack on the mother-of-pearl, and let out a short snort.

"Hey, what a coincidence? You broke my cufflinks and rushed to send yourself to the door as a mortgage?"

I pledge your uncle!

Yang Yue raised her head and stared at the three-dimensional handsome face in front of her. The outline between the brows and eyes of the other person was much deeper than that of ordinary people. If you observe, you will find that even against the light in such a deep night, his pupils are a little lighter brown than those of Asians.

He suddenly remembered that he had vaguely heard Ji Wanyu mention that Hou Chenghai's ex-wife was British. In this way, this face, which seemed to be a high-quality crystallized by the collision of China and the West, was put on here, and his identity instantly became clear.

"Is this your home?" Yang Yue asked.

Hou Zeqi was overjoyed: "Otherwise it could be your home?"

That's true, but Yang Yue, a person who was lucky enough to step into this family relying on her own mother, how can she be as confident as a real young master who was born with a golden spoon in her mouth?

He was instantly dumbfounded, and the arrogance in Xingtong's pupils was half extinguished immediately.

Seeing him gritted his teeth but remained speechless, Hou Zeqi felt complacent in his heart, and raised his thick eyebrows that slanted into his temples on his high browbones: "Why? Are you the new assistant recruited by Uncle Meng, or are you The nanny heir who served tea and poured water with Sister Hong? It's weird, our family has never hired child labor, so you can't be..." He said this, and he paused mysteriously, lowering his heart With a low voice, a hint of provocative cunning flashed in his eyes: "Give me the foster husband my cousin recruited?"

"you--!"

The vicious and arrogant ridicule successfully provoked the anger in Yang Yue's heart. His pale white fingers with clear bones clenched the towel in his hand, and his knuckles with a layer of crimson water vapor were pinched. Zaan Before the mouth could burst out, there was a sound of suddenly opening the door not far away.

"Already back?" Hou Chenghai was wearing navy blue silk home clothes, looked at his son's tall, tall and tall back standing at the stairs, and walked over there: "I didn't mean to ask you to change it." Clothes coming to the study? Why are you standing here and shouting—"

After walking a few steps, Hou Zeqi turned around when he heard the sound, and at the moment he turned sideways, the thin and straight figure that was hidden by him suddenly appeared, and Hou Chenghai choked up so abruptly before he finished speaking, surprised Said: "Hey, have you two chatted?"

Who the hell was talking to him?It's more or less noisy.

Yang Yue was slandering in her heart, but after Hou Zeqi opened her mouth and called out "Dad", she followed up docilely: "Hello, Uncle."

Hou Chenghai immediately smiled and bent his shrewd and elegant eyes: "It happens that both of you are here, so let me introduce you briefly."

He put his arm on Hou Zeqi's shoulder naturally, and patted it twice: "Xiaoyue, this is my son, Zeqi, and he will be your brother from now on. If you have any difficulties in life, just call him."

The biggest difficulty in life is not wanting to see this idiot in front of me.

Yang Yue hooked the corners of her lips politely and perfunctorily, not even bothering to hide the disgust in her eyes.

Hou Chenghai continued: "Zeqi, this is Yang Yue, the child brought by your aunt Ji, he will be your younger brother in the future, remember to take care of him more in life, you know?"

...Oh, Hou Zeqi let out a mean and short sneer from his nasal cavity, and his tone of voice was slightly playful: "Okay."

"In the future, everyone will be another family. You brothers must live in harmony." Hou Chenghai patted the shoulders of the two children and smiled kindly: "Come on, you two first shake hands."

Hou Zeqi and Yang Yue's eyes widened in disbelief at the same time!

hold... what?

The author says:

Classical dance is generally more common for girls with water sleeves, but the technical skills class in our class used to be male sleeves and female swords. The strength of the boys can dance the water sleeves like a whip, which is very cool.

Weibo @八宝大大志攻 has popular science animations of Sucking Turnover, Zijinguan and Yunli~