The love of rebirth of a wealthy family Guan Fengyue

Come to sleep.

Hou Jia opened his eyes.

The first thing he smelled was the smell of disinfectant.Subconsciously moved his right hand, but seemed to be imprisoned by a force.He opened his eyes anxiously.

No one knows better than him what the right hand represents to a jade carver.Hou Yan can lose everything, but this skill that he has suffered so much cannot be lost.The future is uncertain, and Hou Jia can feel at ease only if he has a skill at his side.

A pair of slender and strong hands held his.At such a moment, Hou Jia actually still had the thought to separate his mind, secretly rubbing his hands with jealousy.

During the journey of jade carving, there is no doubt that Hou Jia is savvy.But a pair of too slender hands, a pair of thin wrists as weak as a woman, made him suffer too much.The wrist is weak and the fingers are fragile. When carving hard jade, it is second to suffer some flesh and blood. The most important thing is that although the carved lines are fine, they lose their atmosphere and peace.

As for the hands in front of him, Hou Yan could easily feel the power contained in his hands just by getting along with his skin.

Hou Yan silently looked at the owner of these hands.He has observed that there are thick calluses at the tiger's mouth of these hands, but the first knuckle of the middle finger is smooth.Hou Yan couldn't guess this person's occupation, but he could conclude that this man was not his colleague.

As for the others, Hou Yan has not had time to explore.

"Little Jiu'er, you're awake."

It was Hou Qi's voice that broke the silence between Hou Jia and Li Siheng.As Hou Qi pushed the door open, the sweet and moist rice fragrance wafted in the air.It was only at this time that Hou Yan felt it belatedly, as if he hadn't eaten for a long time.

Looking eagerly at Hou Qi, Hou Jia looked at the millet porridge in his hand, and slowly pursed his lips.

Hou Qi rarely saw his younger brother look like this. In his impression, this young man was shy and shy most of the time, and he seemed to be able to swallow all his grievances by shutting his mouth.And although the young man in front of him was silent, he had never seen such a straightforward "want" on his face before.

Thinking of making fun of it, Hou Qi deliberately put the millet porridge on the coffee table a little far away from Hou Jia's hospital bed, then ignored his younger brother's pitiful gaze, walked to the bed and sat down.

"Is it better?" Hou Qi casually smoothed Hou Jia's upturned bunch of dull hair, and Hou Qi asked softly about Hou Jia's current situation.The choice of where he sits is actually very delicate, it just separates Hou Jia and Li Siheng, and also just separates Hou Jia and... Xiaomi Congee.

Hou Yan pursed his lips and nodded quietly.The young man had exquisite eyebrows, but now his eyebrows were lowered, showing a bit of grievance for no reason.It was a look that seemed to be let down for no reason, and it was used on such a small matter, which made people laugh and cry but couldn't help but feel distressed.

It is a kind of distress that only those who love me can feel.

Putting the warm, glutinous and soft millet porridge in Hou Jia's hands, Hou Qiwen said in a warm voice, "Be careful of the scalding." He knew very well that his brother was a cat's tongue, and he couldn't be more afraid of being scalded.

It's a small thermos cup, not heavy, and Hou Jia can hold it firmly with one left hand.According to his old habits, he should have picked it up and poured it into his mouth at this moment, but the small spoon that Hou Qi put in his other hand made him a little embarrassed.If Hou Yan didn't want people to notice the strangeness, he should naturally eat with a spoon, but his right hand is really inconvenient at the moment, and he is not left-handed either.

Hearing that the person woke up, Hou Jia's attending physician rushed over, so Hou Qi naturally wanted to ask about Hou Jia's condition, so at this moment, only Li Siheng and Hou Jia were left in the room.

I don't know whether Hou Qi was intentional or unintentional, but when getting along with Hou Jia, Hou Qi consciously weakened Li Siheng's sense of existence.This is a kind of elder brother's sensitivity, subconscious, Hou Qi wants to minimize or simply prevent the contact between Hou Jia and Li Siheng.However, there is no definite evidence to confirm the guess, and Hou Qi can't make it too obvious because of emotion and reason.

Li Siheng has always been very quiet. During the interaction between Hou Qi and Hou Jia, he always sat by the side, as if blending into the background.

After Hou Qi left, Li Siheng suddenly stood up from his chair and walked towards Hou Jia with steady steps.Every step he took was extremely steady and steady, and the leather shoes knocked on the clean floor of the ward, making a clanging sound.

Hou Yan was startled by such a movement. At this moment, he was clumsily scooping up a spoonful of porridge with his left hand. Because he was not used to it, his posture was particularly awkward.

Li Siheng is not a person who is good at talking. Most of the time, he is doing it, but never saying it.He pulled the chair to Hou Jia's hospital bed, took the spoon and thermos cup from Hou Jia's hand, scooped out a spoonful of millet porridge from the thermos cup, and handed it to Hou Jia's mouth.

Li Siheng's movements were not skillful, but they were very powerful.Hou Yan opened his mouth almost subconsciously, and then, a spoonful of glutinous and warm millet porridge passed through his esophagus and entered his still somewhat stiff body.The warmth from the viscera warms the heart, and the sweetness of millet porridge blooms in the taste buds.

Although he didn't know the situation in front of him, Hou Yan didn't investigate deeply.Since he can't plan every step after that, he might as well use his best method to take one step at a time.

In this way, Hou Yan and Li Siheng fed one and ate the other, and the millet porridge in a small thermos cup soon bottomed out.

At this time, after talking with the doctor, Hou Qi walked into Hou Jia's ward.His complexion was not good-looking, and there was a cold light shining from his usually gentle eyes at this moment.He walked in, and seemed to have a lot to say to Hou Jia, but after glancing at Li Siheng who was sitting by the bed, Hou Qi finally closed his mouth.

Li Siheng is not a careless person. In many cases, his experience as a scout has made him more sensitive to his surroundings than ordinary people.Obviously seeing that Hou Qi and Hou Jia had something to say, he thoughtfully got up and said goodbye.

Li Siheng's demeanor was not bad at all, not overly affectionate, nor indifferent like in the past.This kind of attitude is enough for the current business partners and the children who lived in their own home in the past.

Hou Qi naturally didn't want to be rude, so he got up and sent him out of the room before turning back.Taking advantage of this gap, Hou Qi observed his younger brother, as if looking for evidence to confirm his conjecture.

But Hou Yan has always been very calm, as if it was a kind of sluggishness caused by lack of energy after losing too much blood.He just nodded to the man who just fed him porridge, and then lay down on the bed without any psychological pressure.

In other words, Hou Yan looked at Li Siheng in the same way as ordinary passers-by A and B, which made Hou Qi feel that it was nonsense for him to speculate that his younger brother committed suicide because of Li Siheng's rumored marriage.

Recalling what the doctor said just now, the doctor told Hou Qi that the patient committed suicide, and the incision on his wrist was made by himself with a sharp knife. Therefore, if the patient forgets something after waking up, it may be a self-protection mechanism.It was his body subconsciously forgetting the most painful memories.

In other words, Hou Jia's current indifference is likely to be the cause of selective amnesia.Thinking of this possibility, Hou Qi felt a little complicated.

On the one hand, if this is the case, then there is no doubt that what his younger brother experienced was a dark and secret love. He admired Li Siheng, and then suddenly heard about Li Siheng's marriage, he couldn't bear it for a while and chose to commit suicide .

On the other hand, Hou Qi is sincerely thankful that Hou Jia has forgotten the past and yesterday, and the person he couldn't love.But there is nothing wrong with this.His younger brother was just beginning his life, so there was no need to fall into the most bleak unrequited love.Hou Qi felt that being able to forget that person might be a blessing to Hou Jia.

It seems that between Hou Jia and Li Siheng, the worst is like this, and the best is like this.

Stretching out his hand to rub Hou Jia's soft chestnut-colored hair, Hou Qi sighed softly.Now that the younger brother has forgotten the twists and turns of his love life, then, simply, he will not mention it anymore.If someone needs to pay for the occurrence and end of every love, then his brother has obviously paid the price.

"Don't rub it." There was no clear expression on Hou Yan's face, and the head rubbed by Hou Qiyi did not move away.However, in this situation, a child who solemnly says don't rub, but doesn't know how to dodge will always arouse people's desire to tease.

With a "poof" laugh, Hou Qi simply leaned forward, hugged Hou Jia's head in his arms and rubbed it fiercely, the two brothers soon became a mess.Although it was a disturbance, Hou Jia paid great attention to protecting his right hand, and Hou Qi took care of Hou Jia's injured wrist very well, but everything was fine.

After all, Hou Qi was a few years older than Hou Jiaxu, and also a bit taller and stronger than him.Not long after, Hou Qi pressed Hou Jia on the bed and creaked his armpits.

"Ah...ha, stop making trouble, stop making trouble, can't I surrender?" Hou Jia rolled around on the bed, trying to avoid the hands that kept making trouble, "Brother, I was wrong, stop making trouble, bro."

Hou Yan called his brother, which seemed to be more effective than any entreaties, Hou Qi immediately stopped the offensive, and the two brothers lay side by side on the big bed in the VIP ward, calming their breathing.

Hou Qi looked at the ceiling with an unclear look in his eyes.But Hou Yan closed his eyes, but actually his mind was extremely entangled.

Hou Yan never thought that he was smart, nor did he think that he had excellent judgment, and he could guess the identity of him and the young man in front of him from a few words.In fact, he is much duller than many people. Things that others can figure out in a single detour in their minds often have to go through them many times in their minds when they come to him.

And that "Brother" couldn't be more natural, as if it was an instinct of the body.

body instinct.

When Hou Yan thought of this, he felt a chill down his spine.It’s like a pair of beautiful trousers. You wear them after others have worn them. This may be acceptable, but when you wear them, others are also wearing the same trousers as you, so it makes people feel awkward no matter how you think about it.

Covering his chest with his intact left hand, he felt a strong beating under his palm. Hou Yan felt it quietly, and unconsciously, he seemed to have entered a mysterious realm.

Old things, predecessors, old friends.Everything about this body came one after another, one after another, one after another, repeated in Hou Jia's mind.That "Brother" was just a key, which unlocked the past and present of the original owner, and made Hou Yan understand what kind of situation he was in now.

Hou Yan was like this, suddenly and lightly asleep, and the old stories of the old man came in a dream.

Seeing that Hou Jia was asleep, Hou Qi gently covered him with a quilt, and then closed the door of the ward.The room was dark, only the sound of light breathing could be heard.