my brother is not cute at all

Shimei parked the car at the gate of Lanting and said goodbye to them. Hou Zeqi walked quietly towards the building with Yang Yue on his back.

The night was as cool as water, and the November wind was already biting the bone. Yang Yue just quietly rested her chin on Hou Zeqi's neck, her moist and hot breath spewed out at the pinnae, burning Hou Zeqi's ears. A little hot.

His Adam's apple rolled quietly in the night, and he asked, "Are your feet cold?"

"Huh?" Yang Yue uttered a syllable in a nasal voice vaguely, thinking that the other party was asking about the foot exposed in the air, she hurriedly said, "It's not too cold."

Hou Zeqi touched his toes, it was a little cold, he grabbed his thin ankle and put the other's feet into the pocket of the windbreaker.

"You..." Yang Yue recalled, and hurriedly struggled to retract her feet, but was firmly held down.

"It's a bit cold, put it in my pocket to keep warm."

The temperature in the other party's palm made his cold skin tingle with numbness, Yang Yue fell silent, feeling for the first time that the road from the gate of the community to home was so long.

It was so long that his heartbeat became more and more clear and rapid in the long silent night.

After finally making it to the elevator, Yang Yue tentatively asked uncomfortably, "Are you tired? Otherwise, let me down."

"Not tired," Hou Zeqi weighed him in his arms, and smiled: "You are as light as a ball of cotton, why should I be tired?"

"I'm still a hundred catties anyway," Yang Yue insisted.

"It's only a hundred catties," Hou Zeqi laughed at him, "Hurry up and eat more, you're as thin as a big Brazilian sugar cane."

"You are the big sugar cane in Brazil!"

Hou Zeqi said: "How can there be such a big sugar cane as me? Have you been taking hormones?"

Yang Yue, who was still pretending to be angry just now, was amused at once. He snorted softly and said, "You are such a big one, it's no different from taking hormones, right?"

The elevator reached the top floor with a "ding", and Hou Zeqi walked out of the elevator with Yang Yue on his back.

"It's a bit bigger than you, who made you so small?" Hou Zeqi stood at the door and patted his feet, signaling: "Come out, I'll take the key."

Yang Yue lost her temper: "No, you beg me, I'll come out if you beg me."

"The temper is not small," Hou Zeqi was amused by him: "Ancestor, hurry up, my waist is sore, if the waist muscles are strained later, you will be responsible for me."

"Responsible fart, I don't want to hit the sugarcane with hormones," Yang Yue finished her mouth, flexibly picked up her toes, hooked the key on her white and round toes and handed it to him: "Here, here you are."

Hou Zeqi couldn't help feeling that such a lively and agile child suddenly became cute.

He took the key and unlocked the door, sent Yang Yue to the room to change into pajamas, then rummaged through the box to find the medicine powder and knocked on his door.

The thick wooden door rang three times, and a subwoofer sounded from outside the door with a slightly teasing taste.

"Little Sugarcane, have you changed your clothes yet? I'm coming in?"

After Yang Yue fastened the last button on the skirt, the veins on her forehead twitched.

You are the sugarcane!

What's the matter with this man?Why do you hold grudges like this?

He walked over with a pair of bare feet and opened the door, his dark almond eyes were a little more aura under the soft light: "You are addicted, right?"

Hou Zeqi came in and put him on the bed. He could tell that Yang Yue was in a good mood today, and she didn't show any temper when joking around, which is worthy of praise.

He wetted a clean hot towel, sat on the edge of the bed, put Yang Yue's feet on his muscular thighs, first wiped off the dust on his feet, and then tore off the blood-stained band-aid , Break off the iodophor cotton swab in your hand.

Before taking action, he reminded softly: "This medicine is a bit irritating, bear with it."

Yang Yue leaned against the head of the bed and yawned lazily: "It's okay, Nai Fuck... hiss!"

Hou Zeqi smiled tensely, his hand movements softened, and he gently blew on the wound while cleaning it.

The irritating pain eased a lot, and Yang Yue's suddenly tense muscles relaxed again.

Fuck, the poke that man just poked was definitely on purpose.

Thinking of this, he looked at the culprit with a bit of resentment in his eyes.

It has to be said that this person is a bit sloppy and his personality is not pleasant, but there is really nothing wrong with this overly superior face.

Under the soft lighting, Hou Zeqi's face, which was born in the collision of Chinese and Western genes, which looks like a 3D model, is illuminated more three-dimensionally and deeply. But the light-colored eyes weakened the aggression between the brows, revealing a softness that has nothing to do with his personality.

It is such a young master who is owed and crazy, and always has a bit of sharpness in his idleness. At this moment, he is letting go of his vigor and helping him deal with the wound on his instep, as if his tenderness is about to disappear from his eyes. Like overflowing.

This person seems to be very different from his previous brother.

Although I have been arrogant, unreasonable, unreasonable, and have a great prejudice against him before, this person is still tolerant of himself unconditionally.

He thoughtfully gave him blindfolds and hot milk when he was having nightmares, took him away from the haunted house when he realized he was afraid of it, tried to make him happy after accidentally making him angry, and guided him in the right way To deal with Yang Xing's problem, and even used his mouth to help him deal with the wound in the background just now...

Thinking of this, Yang Yue wondered if his guilt-ridden heart was at work, and he, who was always cold-blooded, felt a little moved in his heart at this moment.

He stared at the deceitful face under the soft light, and said softly, "That..."

"Huh?" Hou Zeqi slightly raised his eyelids to see him hesitant to speak.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

Under the warm yellow light, Yang Yue's dark eyes were like two gleaming obsidian, shining with a soft luster.

Hou Zeqi stared at those round eyes like small animals, and his voice also softened.

"I'm your brother, shouldn't I treat you well?"

Yang Yue's throat seemed to be suddenly blocked by a sharp stone, and when he thought of "brother", a synonym for "brother" that brought infinite shadows to his childhood like a ghost, his voice became dry uncontrollably.

"No one stipulates that the elder brother must treat the younger brother well, let alone we are not even related by blood."

Hou Zeqi smiled and retorted: "Then no one stipulates that I can't be nice to you, right? Besides, blood relationship is not the only link connecting feelings, so what if there is one?"

Yang Yue was speechless for a moment, but after thinking about it, she whispered: "But I have treated you very badly, and I have never acknowledged this relationship. You will make me feel a little bit sorry for you treating me like this."

Hou Zeqi finally understood that the ancestor was awkward for a long time because he felt guilty.

He wrapped the gauze in his hand and tied it into a slipknot. He held the other's slender ankle and gently tugged. The distance between the two suddenly shortened to a point where they could count each other's eyelashes!

Yang Yue suddenly held her breath, staring quietly into those light-colored eyes.

Under the dim light, the tail sound of the subwoofer is charming.

"Then just call me brother."

Again.

The feeling of palpitation that the playground looked at him once again swept through his chest. His heart was like a deer fluttering butterflies, jumping up and down, and he couldn't restrain it no matter what.

Yang Yue's dry throat was swallowing desperately, he opened his mouth, and the blood churning wildly in his limbs and bones were clamoring to give him courage, but when he really opened his mouth, he just choked out a word :"I……"

Then there is no more text.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the expectation in Hou Zeqi's eyes was like a burnt candle, slowly dimming.

There was a slight loss in the chuckle: "Forget it, I'm teasing you."

After he finished speaking, he straightened his body and stood up from the side of the bed. The slightly ambiguous distance between the two of them grew farther away. Yang Yue didn't feel relieved, but felt her chest tightened even more.

He looked at the tall and straight figure against the soft light and smiled at him: "It's getting late, go to rest early."

Then at the moment when the person turned to leave, he couldn't help but grabbed the soft corner of the clothes.

Hou Zeqi's footsteps stopped.

"Wait for me a little longer, okay?" Yang Yue's voice was as gentle as a small animal that had lost its fangs and claws, firm but hoarse: "Give me a little more time."

The candle wick surrounded by lingering smoke seemed to be flickering again in an instant, and countless pictures about Yang Yue flashed through Hou Zeqi's mind in an instant——

The way he raised his foot and kicked him arrogantly and unreasonably, the way he spoke coldly and savagely, the way he slept calmly and peacefully in the co-pilot, the way he licked his lips while eating strawberry crepes, the way he secretly gnawed his fingernails in a daze, and The way he shines on the stage...

His little by little, every word and deed, no matter whether he is aggressive or inconsequential, all his appearances are real and lovely, vivid and provocative.

Thinking of this, Hou Zeqi twitched the corner of his mouth lightly where he couldn't see, giving him a gentle but powerful affirmation.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Tossing and turning through the night, when going to the company the next day, Hou Zeqi dropped the wounded at the back door of the school.

Seeing the co-pilot's ancestor jumping out of the car flexibly, he lowered the window and told him, "I told you to take it easy, and don't try to show your idiot students any difficult demonstrations, do you hear me?"

"It's so annoying, why are you like my mother?" Yang Yue muttered and turned her head: "It's the same with sprained feet last time, and it's the same with broken skin this time. You've been beeping all morning, can you let me be quiet for a while? Son? Does such a small injury make it look like postpartum care for sows?"

Postpartum care for sows?The last time I scolded myself as a mad dog, this time there was another sow, how could this ancestor's mouth not let me go?

Hou Zeqi was very happy: "Well, last night I was so moved because I was so kind to you, and today I started to turn my face and deny anyone. How did I raise such a wolf-hearted little white-eyed wolf like you?"

Yang Yue said bluntly, "You raised me?"

"I can raise it," Hou Zeqi raised his eyebrows at him with a smile: "Do you want me to pick you up after class at noon and take you to eat pig's trotter soup?"

Pig trotter soup?It sounds delicious.

Yang Yue gulped her saliva: "Is it okay at night? I'll have lunch with my classmates at noon."

Hou Zeqi wondered, "Student?"

"Well," Yang Yue said with a guilty conscience, "They want to celebrate my birthday, so let's see each other tonight!"

After speaking, he slid faster than a rabbit, and he didn't seem to have any injuries to his little feet.

Hou Zeqi was left alone in the driver's seat with a dazed expression on his face.

Little brat, on such an important day as his birthday, he didn't even tell him in advance.

Well now, it's so sudden, where can I ask him to prepare a birthday present?

Hou Zeqi sat in the driver's seat and doubted his life for a long time. It was not until a driver got off from the black Volkswagen behind him and knocked on the window to signal him to move the car that he came back to his senses, stepped on the accelerator, and made a call.

"Hey, Shimei, are you at the cat cafe at noon? Let me treat you to a meal."

On the other side, Yang Yue ran to the entrance of the dance academy in one breath, and saw Jiang Haibo wearing a light gray cotton coat standing at the entrance drinking soy milk from a long distance, and walked over in a good mood.

"Good morning, Teacher Jiang, is there no one at home making breakfast for you? How can you stand at the door and eat? It's so cold."

Jiang Haibo, who was sucking soy milk, choked in his throat, coughed a few times, and looked over with righteous indignation: "What do you mean? It's as if someone made you breakfast!"

"I have it." Yang Yue's almond-shaped eyes were dark, and she said, "Hey, the sugar pancake you ate? Let me take a bite."

After speaking, he didn't wait for Jiang Haibo to react, he grabbed the man's wrist and leaned forward.

Jiang Haibo's slender arms and wrists couldn't resist the tight-muscled steel cannon. When he came to his senses, half of the sugar cake in his hand was gone, and there were still a row of neat teeth marks on it, and the culprit was already handsome. With a swipe of his mouth, he disappeared.

"..."

Jiang Haibo suddenly lost his temper. He didn't care about being a teacher, so he yelled at the entrance of the college.

"Yang Yue, are you still human! You little bastard, you don't want to eat brown sugar! Damn, you wait for me! Today is your birthday at noon, if I don't press your face into the cake, I will take your last name!" "

As soon as the words fell, the passing students all turned their heads and whispered.

"Hey, is Teacher Xiao Yang's birthday today?"

"Wow, it's his birthday? Is he finally going to be a year older than the incoming freshmen hahaha."

Within a few seconds, there were laughing and shouting from the students at the main entrance of the dance academy.

"Happy birthday, Teacher Xiao Yang!"

"Happy birthday, Teacher Yang! May you grow up!"

Yang Yue went up to the second floor and heard the yelling, so angry she yelled at them through the window: "If you don't come into the classroom, you will fail me at the end of the semester!"

The laughter downstairs suddenly subsided, and the few students who were chattering just now jumped up and rushed into the corridor in panic.

After Yang Yue let out her anger, she snorted triumphantly, turned her head and continued to go upstairs leisurely, bumping into Hal head-on at the corner.

"Morning, Director Ha."

"Yo, why are you in such a good mood today? Because it's your birthday?" Hal had already heard the general idea upstairs, and started teasing when they met.

"No." Yang Yue's invisible little tail almost went up to the sky, her voice was still calm and reserved: "Because I'm going to drink pig's trotter soup tonight."

"Pig trotter soup?" Hal didn't understand, so he said, "Isn't that for lactation?"

Yang Yue's figure flickered after walking a few steps, and she stumbled hard on the stairs unexpectedly.

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