my brother is not cute at all

Yang Yue hastily washed away the cold sweat that had dried up on her body, and the drowsiness that had dissipated was thrown into the sky at this moment. He wiped off the hazy layer of water mist on the mirror, and stared at his own face through the hazy mirror. Face tranced.

His biological father, Yang Wenkang, was a soldier. When he was still a recruit, he married Miao Wei, a medical worker in the army, and gave birth to a pair of twins. His brother was Yang Yu and his brother was Yang Yang. During the earthquake, my mother rushed to the front line for rescue, but was unfortunately injured in the aftershocks and became a vegetable.

In September of that year, Yang Wenkang went to a university to lead military training for freshmen, and happened to meet Ji Wanyu, who was astonishingly beautiful among the students.

Four years later, Miao Wei never survived the ravages of illness and left this world forever. In the second month after the funeral, Yang Wenkang brought Ji Wanyu, who had not yet graduated, into his home. At that time, Ji Wanyu had already had three month of pregnancy.

Yang Yue looked at her own face through the mirror. Except for the sharp eyebrows, other features and facial features were very similar to Ji Wanyu back then, and she couldn't blame her two older brothers for treating him as an enemy since childhood.

The mist on the mirror surface spread from the surroundings to the middle layer by layer like a thin veil, once again making his facial features hazy and blurred, he finally regained his senses, shook his head and opened the bathroom door.

The originally pitch-black room was now turned on with a dim yellow wall lamp, and the soft light poured down from the head. Hou Zeqi just stood by the bedside, with a touch of soft light, looking at him with a smile that wasn't a smile.

Again?The ghost is gone?

"You don't sleep at night, what are you doing here again?" Yang Yue's snow-white neck looked a little whiter than the towel around his neck in the night. People raised their jaws.

Hou Zeqi watched as a drop of crystal clear water fell from the black hair on his forehead, meandering along the smooth arc of the sideburns all the way to the deep collarbone, and finally landed firmly on the road In the depression, a clear and shallow pool of water has accumulated.

"Your hair is so long, don't you blow it dry?" He asked.

Yang Yue thought the hair dryer was making too much noise, so she said, "No, it's almost dry."

"Damn it with a hammer, it's still dripping water," Hou Zeqi couldn't stand it any longer, and stood up with a soft smile, reaching out to pull the towel around Yang Yue's neck, but was slapped away with a "slap".

Tsk, ruthless.

"Are you staying here just to help me brush my hair? Are you too full to eat at night, and you are stretched?" The person who stood up suddenly from the bed immediately widened the height difference between the two, so that Yang Yue could only He raised his head and spoke to the person.

"I can see it, you kid, you are really unforgiving with your mouth." Hou Zeqi was amused by his domineering look, and then turned around and handed him something from the bedside: " I'm here to breastfeed you, here, drink."

A cup of warm milk stood in front of his face, and the white mist that floated up exuded a strong, sweet and greasy atmosphere.

Yang Yue swallowed with a gulp, took the cup under his gaze, sniffed it, and took a small sip carefully, the sweet and silky taste instantly filled her mouth.

What a glass of milk...

"Honey milk is good for sleep. Remember to dry your hair after drinking it, get a good night's sleep, and stop thinking about those messy dreams. Also, this thing is for you too."

After finishing the words, Hou Zeqi picked up a steam eye mask and patted the other person's face lightly. Yang Yue immediately bit the rim of the cup and raised her head in astonishment.

Seeing his appearance, Hou Zeqi leaned over, with a faint smile on his well-shaped thin lips, and the magnetic subwoofer was like an old but moving xylophone in the night: "In the future, if If you are so frightened by the nightmare that you can't sleep, you can be subdued and coquettish, maybe the brother next door to you will be in a better mood and come over to coax you to sleep."

Yang Yue took the blindfold and looked at him expressionlessly: "Shut up and get out, you choose one."

Hou Zeqi stood up straight and opened the distance between the two, chuckled lightly: "Okay, then I won't bother you, remember to go to bed early after drinking the milk."

As he spoke, he took a few steps with long legs and walked to the door of the room. The moment he opened the door, he turned his head again.

"Good night, my brother."

There was a sound from the heavy wooden door, Yang Yue watched the tall figure go out, looked down at the blindfold in her hand, and felt dazed for a while.

This person... doesn't seem to be as annoying as he imagined.

This idea echoed in his mind, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

But what he didn't expect was that his thoughts on human nature were still too one-sided.

After the rain, the next day was a sunny Sunday. Yang Yue was clearly cheated by her own mother the day before, and she ended her part-time classes early the next day, and started a huge moving project before September.

Hou Zeqi lives in a high-end community near Yang Yue School. The community is well-equipped and the environment is relatively quiet. Therefore, many senior leaders of the school also live here. So I am familiar with the environment here.

The apartment is on the top floor, with an equal-area attic attached. The three-bedroom and two-living room connects two of the bedrooms with stepped tatami mats and projection walls. The color tone is black, smoke gray, and dark champagne-toned log color, which is simple, deep and luxurious, revealing a strong sex-cold atmosphere.

Although everyone knows it well, the owner of the house is not actually a person of this style.

When Yang Yue arrived, Hou Zeqi had just sent off An Ji who had come to buy daily necessities. By the way, he stuffed the night gecko that she had been thinking about for a long time into her arms, and then he stopped her from chattering about him not going to accept it on the wedding day. The mouth of the interview pushed her out the door.

Yang Yue didn't have much stuff, only four packing boxes, two trolley boxes, and a small hiking bag. When Hou Zeqi went to open the door, he was wearing overalls and tiger-headed black T-shirt, wearing a beige peaked cap on the back, standing at the door with a cold and clean face, behind the two students who are helping to carry things are tall, wearing a racer-shaped vest specially designed for the basic training class of the dance academy. Wu's lean lines made the three of them stand at the door, quite like a young master who came looking for trouble with two strong thugs, which made Hou Zeqi startled suddenly.

"Your house is over there," Hou Zeqi leaned on the door frame and pointed in a direction, reaching out to snatch the trolley case from Yang Yue's hand: "I'll help you."

"No need," Yang Yue frowned and dodged, lowered her head and placed the changed shoes neatly at the door, and said to the two students behind her, "You two don't go in, just put the box at the door, and the rest I'll clean it up myself."

The two students nodded bluntly, and before they left, they didn't forget to play tricks: "Mr. Yang, don't forget to buy us some soda!"

"Have you memorized the movements and want to drink soda? Hurry up and go back to practice. If you can't practice, just wait to drink the northwest wind."

Yang Yue drove away the two boys with a smile and cursing, turned her head, and met Hou Zeqi's amazed and playful eyes.

Coming to an unfamiliar environment, and being looked up and down by his thick black handsome eyebrows, he was inevitably a little cautious. He cleared his throat unnaturally, but he still spoke in that arrogant and indifferent tone: "What are you looking at?"

Hou Zeqi was rather interested: "They call you teacher?"

Yang Yue: "My student, do you have an opinion?"

Hou Zeqi was a little surprised: "Your student looks older than you?"

"You're old!" Yang Yue missed the point, angrily knocked him away, picked up the suitcase and walked towards her own room.

Hou Zeqi didn't feel at all that he said something that offended anyone, and was about to help someone move the packing boxes piled up at the door into the house, when he lowered his head, he was suddenly happy.

He started swimming in middle school and went to play e-sports before graduating from high school. He has always been in the men's circle, but now when he lowered his head, he saw two small white shoes neatly placed by the door, which he had never seen before. too small.

This is too cute!

When he wore such big shoes, he should have just graduated from elementary school. Thinking of this, he sneakily kicked his shoes over there, quickly took out his phone and snapped a photo.

"Where's the toilet?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded from behind, Hou Zeqi hurriedly put away the phone without any trace, adjusted his smile and turned his head, saw Yang Yue was holding a small water basin, staring at him coldly with beautiful almond eyes, there was something in his eyes that couldn't be concealed dislike.

Hou Zeqi raised his chin: "Behind you."

Yang Yue didn't bother to say a word, she turned her head and went into the toilet, cursing secretly in her heart: Are you sick?Shoes have to be shot.

Of course Hou Zeqi didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, so he followed up with a shameless face, and turned on the continuous ringing mode——

"Hey! Are you angry? I didn't mean you were old. I just thought you were too young. I thought you were only in middle school. I didn't expect the students to be so old."

He was talking earnestly and earnestly, and he said "I thought you were very young, but I didn't expect your child to be so old" when chatting awkwardly.

"I said, how old are you? You don't look like someone who has already gone to college. Are you a freshman? Or a sophomore? You can't be a junior, right? At your age, do you skip a grade in your junior year?" Hou Ze Adhering to the shameless spirit, Qi leaned against the door frame and chattered endlessly, watching the child concentrating on drooping his head to catch water in the small basin and twisting the rag. His slender eyelashes were like two fluffy feathers, casting a smear on the snowy peak-like bridge of the nose. Silhouette, really nice.

Yang Yue's subordinates paused for a moment, then glanced at him lightly: "I've completed my second degree."

No wonder he is not big, but speaks with such confidence. It turns out that he has the blessing of being a top student.

An inexplicable sense of adoration arises spontaneously from the bottom of his heart, Hou Zeqi feels that at that moment the soul of his brother-in-law is like a spark, burning all over the land of Shenzhou with the force of a prairie fire.

"Awesome, it turns out that my younger brother is a top student, how many grades have you skipped?"

It's annoying!Is this person one hundred thousand why?

Yang Yue was very irritable in her heart, but on the surface she patiently explained to him: "I went to the dance middle school when I was nine years old, and I was admitted to university when I was less than 15 years old. I am not a top student, but a graduate student." The one who returned came into the house with a basin.

Hou Zeqi watched him squeeze past him. Although he couldn't understand what the other party said in the first half of the sentence, he still followed him reluctantly, and continued to lean against the door like a shaved bone. His height of 190cm was short It's on the door frame.

Seeing the child who is not well-educated but not low-educated concentrate on cleaning the desk, the small one from the back is really cute, he suddenly became happy: "Well, when I first saw you, I thought you hadn't As an adult, you said that you are a boy, so petite and cute."

Yang Yue turned her head expressionlessly, her voice was as cold as frost: "If you want to say that I'm short, you can just say so."

He admits that he is indeed short, and people around him usually make jokes about his height, and he has long been used to it.

Seeing his unkind expression, Hou Zeqi finally stopped the car just in time when he was on the verge of fury, walked up to him and smiled, "I didn't mean that, don't be angry... Let's do this, at least we will be a family from now on I'm sorry, I'll add your contact information, if anyone dares to say that you are short in the future, you can tell me, and I will vent your anger on you, how about it?"

Yang Yue was too lazy to listen to his nonsense: "The phone is on the table, scan it yourself."

Tsk, it's too cold.

Hou Zeqi complained in his heart, but unceremoniously added Yang Yue's WeChat on his hand. The other's nickname is two emoji expressions, a sheep and a moon, which is a bit interesting.

He hooked the corners of his lips and asked, "Which 'Yue' is your name? Transcendent 'Yue'?"

The movements of Yang Yue's hands paused, and he corrected him: "The moon's 'month'."

Hou Zeqi's hands paused for a while, and then he was amused: "How can I give you a girl's name?"

"The Yang family has a lot of children. My eldest brother is Yang Yu, my second brother is Yang Yang, and my younger brother is Yang Xing. After my father remarried, he gave birth to another child named Yang Chen," Yang Yue said. In a word, at the end, he turned his head and added in a neutral tone: "My name is Yang Yue, do you have any questions?"

Hou Zeqi opened his mouth in surprise, and couldn't help sighing: "Your family is a Russian nesting doll!"

"..."

Yang Yue, who was always eloquent, was completely choked. He resisted the urge to swear, and was too lazy to care about others, so he quietly rolled his eyes and began to wipe the top shelf of the bookcase. Although he stood on tiptoe, due to his height, he could not It's still a little hard to get up.

He flexibly supported himself and knelt down on the desk.

"Hey, don't throw you, I'll do it," Hou Zeqi grabbed the rag from Yang Yue's hand without waiting for Yang Yue's consent, and stretched out his arms to wipe the top layer. After a while, there was a looming mermaid line and a piece of underpants under his loose pajama pants. Yang Yue glanced at it, and calmly touched her abdominal muscles through the T-shirt.

It's okay, although it's rare, but anyway, I have it.

Hou Zeqi was unaware of this, and continued to say to himself: "But my name is also quite interesting, guess how it came from."

Who wants to know?Do I know you well?

The person in front of her chattered back and forth for so long, and Yang Yue gradually relaxed, but on the surface she was still perfunctory: "I can't guess."

"It was drawn by lot," Hou Zeqi grinned, and continued, "Businessmen like my dad and the others have money to burn, and everything they do has to be fortune-telling. My fortune teller gave me a bunch of names."

Yang Yue crossed her arms and said with a little amusement: "Then you picked up such a name?"

"No, I grabbed seven of them."

"..."