Jiang Putao herself was terribly afraid of the dark, and even ran over to comfort Feng Yu in the middle of the night.

No matter how unbelievable it sounds, the simple-minded Jiang Putao did indeed do this, and even got drunk and made a fuss.

Feng Yu looked at Jiang Putao who was curled up on the bed and muttered twice, and should have felt irritable and disgusted, but the corners of his lips could not help but curled up, and he walked over and pulled the quilt to cover Jiang Putao before leaving.

Jiang Putao woke up with a headache. He drank strong alcohol in the middle of the night, so it was no wonder that he didn't have a headache the next morning, but he didn't know why he had a headache.

He lay on the bed moaning, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the strange room in front of him, and the memories of last night slowly flooded into his mind.

But the memory only stayed at the moment when he sat in front of the refrigerator drinking a drink, and the rest... Jiang Putao shook his head, but he couldn't remember anything.

Jiang Putao lifted the quilt and stood up, seeing her short sleeves with cream stains on her body, her face was full of disgust.

He found his mobile phone in the bedside table and checked the time. It must be too late to go home and change clothes before going to school. He could only call his mother to explain.

Fortunately, Mother Jiang was open-minded and didn't ask too many questions.

Jiang Putao hung up the phone, gently opened the door and looked out, and found that this should be the guest room on the second floor, and the doors of other rooms were closed.

He walked downstairs, and as soon as he turned the corner, he heard Feng Yu on the phone.

"What does Feng Yi's transfer to another school have to do with me?"

"He is your son, not my son, why should I take care of him?"

"Feng Chenghai, do you take yourself too seriously?"

Jiang Putao paused and didn't dare to go down. Hearing Feng Yu's words, he immediately thought of the second class transfer student that Yang Zhiyi was talking about.

I heard that that person was also surnamed Feng, could it be Feng Yi, his younger brother that Feng Yu was talking about?

Jiang Putao knew that Feng Yu didn't have a good relationship with his family, but the specific reason was unclear, but he didn't expect Feng Yu to have a younger brother.

Feng Yu hung up the phone and looked straight at the stairs.

"Ginger Grape, come out."

His tone was very cold, as if the beauty of the two of them getting along last night was in vain.

Jiang Putao came out, lowered her head and apologized:

"I didn't mean to listen..."

Feng Yu didn't look at him again, poured himself a glass of ice water, raised his head and gulped it down.

Jiang Putao waited for Feng Yu to finish drinking the water before tugging at the hem of his dirty clothes and asking:

"Feng Yu...can you lend me some clothes?"

Feng Yu glanced at the curdled cream on Jiang Putao's short sleeves, and frowned slightly:

"I don't have any extra school uniforms."

Jiang Putao thought about it, and felt that it would be fine not to wear a school uniform once in a while.

"Other clothes are fine too."

Feng Yu folded his arms and leaned back, his expression was indifferent, and his words were filled with coolness.

"Ginger Putao, why do you think I will always help you?"

"Are we familiar?"

"What is your relationship with me?"

Feng Yu said hurtful words, but his deep green eyes were fixed on Jiang Putao's face.

Jiang Putao's head was hurting, and he was a little angry when he heard Feng Yu's words. It would be a lie to say that he was not angry, but he saw Feng Yu's defensive posture taking a step back, and Feng Yu's tense posture in the dark suddenly appeared in his mind .

He had known for a long time that Feng Yu was a stubborn person, so why confront him head-on early in the morning.

Jiang Putao tugged at the hem of her clothes again, pretending she didn't hear Feng Yu's words, she said in a soft voice:

"Feng Yu, my head hurts. What happened last night? Why don't I remember anything?"

Feng Yu's pupils suddenly shrank.

"do not you remember?"

Jiang Putao nodded, a look of bewilderment appeared on his face.

"I remember I was drinking drinks in the kitchen..."

Feng Yu interrupted Jiang Putao:

"Ginger Grape, how stupid are you, can't tell the difference between drinks and wine?"

"Wine?" Jiang Putao blinked in surprise.

So he was drunk last night?Have you had a drink?That's why I don't remember anything?

He touched his neck, it was refreshing, Feng Yu should have taken care of him last night.

She obviously took care of him all night, but in the morning she put on a fierce face.

Jiang Putao thought about it, and didn't care about Feng Yu's indifference. She took two steps forward, shortening the distance between the two infinitely, until she stood in front of Feng Yu, raised her hand and grabbed Feng Yu's sleeve, shaking shake.

"Feng Yu, lend me your clothes."

Feng Yu looked at Jiang Putao in front of him. He still had sleep marks on his face because he cried last night, the corners of his eyes were red, his short sleeves were wrinkled from sleeping, his pants were unbuttoned and loosely stuck between the crotch, white The underwear was exposed in a circle, and the edges were a little rolled.

Jiang Putao followed Feng Yu's line of sight to look at herself, and was a little dazed when she saw her pants.

Feng Yu stretched out his hand, and under Jiang Putao's slightly staring eyes, he hooked Jiang Putao's waistband with his fingertips and lifted it up.

"Jiang Putao, you don't wear any pants in front of me, okay?"

Of course Feng Yu knew why Jiang Putao didn't button up, but since Jiang Putao forgot what happened last night, he didn't say anything.

Watching Jiang Putao's blushing cheeks slowly, Feng Yu's mood improved a lot.

After pulling Jiang Putao's pants, Feng Yu hooked Jiang Putao's neckline with his fingertips and tugged again. His slightly cool fingertips touched Jiang Putao's warm skin, and when he touched it, he left.

"Dirty, Ginger Grape, go take a bath."

Jiang Putao's head hurts, and she couldn't keep up with Feng Yu's brain circuit at all. Feng Yu pressed his shoulders and turned around, pushed her back, and walked obediently to the bathroom.

Seeing the water heater with the indicator light on, Jiang Putao realized that the electricity had been restored after a while.

He took a warm bath comfortably, and his tingling brain was also sobered up a lot.

Turning off the tap, standing in the bathroom, Jiang Putao looked at the dirty clothes beside her, very conflicted.

At this time, the bathroom door was pushed open a crack, and Feng Yu's hand came in, holding some clothes.

Jiang Putao's eyes lit up, and she walked over to pick up her clothes, not forgetting to hold Feng Yu's hand and shake it up and down.

"Thank you!"

Feng Yu felt his palms were wet, and immediately withdrew his hand. He didn't leave, leaning his back against the wall, frowning slightly.

Things are getting more and more derailed.

Ginger grape looks like a soft sticky cake, it will fall when touched, and it will be dented when poked.

But this little sticky cake won't go away no matter what.

Whether it was his sudden cold face, harsh words, or pushing him away time and time again.

Jiang Putao would be wronged, would look at him helplessly, and then stick to him limply, neither walking nor running.

It's a wonderful feeling.

Feng Yu is used to being abandoned, kept away, and feared by others, but he is not used to being relied on.

He is not a man to be relied upon.

Feng Yu exhaled slowly, and left the bathroom door.

He should stay away from Ginger Grape, or keep Ginger Grape away from him.

Getting close to him won't do Jiang Grape any good.

The warm morning sun came in from the window opposite to the bathroom, sprinkled on the corners of Feng Yu's eyes, and slowly left after he left, finally falling lonely on the wall, warming the blank wall.

Jiang Putao discovered that Feng Yu not only brought clothes, but also a brand new pair of underwear.

It's just that the underwear is a bit loose for him, and the front pocket is even looser.

Jiang Putao was a little embarrassed, thinking that Feng Yu's stature was not in vain, except for his height, he did not lose in other aspects.

After tidying up her clothes, Jiang Putao walked out of the bathroom and found Feng Yu in the living room.

Feng Yu threw Jiang Putao a bag of bread and got up to go out.

Jiang Putao took the bread, trotted to Feng Yu's side, turned around, and showed Feng Yu his clothes.

"Feng Yu, do you look good?"

Feng Yu gave Jiang Putao a set of trendy sports and leisure clothes, pure white style, with a big hoodie on the outside, because the size was too big, it would definitely not fit Jiang Putao, but the trouser legs and sleeves could be rolled up , but unexpectedly a little lazy and good-looking.

Jiang Putao looked at Feng Yu expectantly, Feng Yu only glanced at him, walked out without saying anything.

He silently led Jiang Putao out of the path in the villa area, all the way to the bus station.

Jiang Putao could feel Feng Yu's indifference, he thought about it, guessed it was because he heard Feng Yu's call in the morning?

But he didn't think Feng Yu was such a stingy person.

The small roads in the villa area are not scary at all during the day, and the scenery is not bad because of the good greening.

But Jiang Putao didn't have time to watch, he was chasing Feng Yu all the way.

After waiting for the bus, Feng Yu looked for a place to stand still, without even looking at Jiang Putao.

The bus in the morning was very crowded, and Jiang Putao was quickly pushed to the other side, far away from Feng Yu. He looked at Feng Yu frequently and called Feng Yu a few times, but Feng Yu ignored him.

Jiang Putao lowered her head dejectedly, and was squeezed into a corner aggrieved.

Feng Yu is tall, so he glanced at Jiang Putao from a distance, moved his fingertips, took out his phone, and clicked on the app.

Jiang Putao felt the phone vibrate, took it out to have a look, but did not expect the system to talk to him on its own initiative.

System: The clothes fit you well.

Jiang Putao finally had a smile on his face, and thanked him politely.

Jiang Putao didn't have a chance to stand beside Feng Yu until she got off the bus.

But Feng Yu didn't look at Jiang Putao at all, and walked towards the school without squinting.

Jiang Putao glanced at Feng Yu's sleeve, and tried to pull it up several times, but she became timid.

He could only follow Feng Yu quickly, and just as he reached the door, someone suddenly called Feng Yu's name.

"Feng Yu!"

Feng Yu stopped, and Jiang Putao almost bumped into Feng Yu's back.

He and Feng Yu looked over together, and saw a trendy-dressed young man running over, with yellow hair dyed behind both ears, earrings on his ears, a schoolbag on his back, and no school uniform.

Generally, those who don't wear school uniforms, except for the special case of Jiang Putao, are transfer students whose school uniforms haven't arrived yet.

Jiang Putao looked at the young man running over and thought, is this Feng Yu's brother?He doesn't look like Feng Yu at all, nor is he as handsome as Yang Zhiyi said, but Yang Zhiyi is right, he is far worse than Feng Yu.

The young man blocked Feng Yu's way, and smiled inexplicably twice.

"The younger brother specially transferred to look for you, and you, the older brother, don't care? Dad should have called you, right?"

Jiang Putao stood a little behind Feng Yu, this time she grabbed Feng Yu's sleeve without hesitation.

Feng Yu didn't move, just looked at the boy coldly.

"Does it have anything to do with me?"

The young man rolled his eyes, instead of talking to Feng Yu, he looked at Jiang Putao.

He looked carefully at Jiang Putao, and saw his obviously ill-fitting clothes, with a strange look on his face.

"You are Feng Yu's friend? See? That's what he did to my own brother."

Jiang Putao pursed her lips and remained silent.

The boy said again:

"My name is Feng Yi, what's your name? How do you endure being friends with Feng Yu? I never thought that someone like him could have friends..."

As Feng Yi said, Jiang Putao's face turned cold.

There was a little anger in his always clear black eyes, he stepped forward and stood in front of Feng Yu, pulling Feng Yu's sleeve and walking forward.

"Feng Yu, let's go!"

Looking at Jiang Putao who was pulling him in front of him, Feng Yu's indifferent expression was slightly surprised.

Feng Yi, who was ignored, was not angry, but stood behind him and shouted loudly:

"Hey, what's your name? How about we be friends too?"

Jiang Putao ignored him and asked Feng Yu angrily:

"This is your real brother? Why do you have such a brother!"

The corners of Feng Yu's lips curved slightly, and the coldness that lay between the two slowly melted away.

"It's just a blood relationship."

"Not really close."

Jiang Putao looked back, saw the smile on Feng Yu's lips, blinked her eyes, and laughed too.

"Feng Yu, you look so pretty when you smile."

Feng Yu didn't speak, but looked down at Jiang Putao's raised mouth.

The two walked into the class just like that. Jiang Putao was packing his things when his phone vibrated, and the system sent him a message for the second time today.

System: Ginger Grape, you look beautiful when you smile.

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