Dressed as a fake young master, I tear up the script

Xia Xingqiao entered the door behind Xia Siran with the same hands and heels, and almost tripped over the steps and staggered.

And Xia Siran carried Xia Xingqiao's schoolbag on one shoulder, dragged an oversized suitcase with each hand, and walked straight to the living room of the villa.

He threw the suitcase away, put down Xia Xingqiao's schoolbag, casually put up two long straight legs, and sat down on the sofa like an uncle.

Xia Siran looked around and nodded:

"It's okay, it seems that the boss is not so stingy."

Xia Xingqiao just poured a glass of water and put it in front of Xia Siran, when he saw him leaning forward, approaching him and asking in a low voice:

"Xiao Wu, take brother in for a while?"

Xia Xingqiao blinked: "Huh?"

He looked at the suitcase that Xia Siran dragged as if he had just realized it. Inside...

"There is a box for you to bring special products and gifts from abroad." Xia Siran shrugged, "Didn't I just go back to the old house today, and that's when I realized that the boss actually asked you to move out, and even changed your previous room. I was so angry that I quarreled with him."

Xia Siran didn't say the latter, but Xia Xingqiao understood.

This brother must have been impulsive after the quarrel, dragging his luggage and moving out of Xia's house.

Xia Xingqiao was a little surprised, but also a little moved.

Then I heard Xia Siran say again: "And what's the name of the book at home, what's the book, when I see it, I want to cry, my face is red like I bullied him, it makes me goosebumps They're all up. Just let the boss stay at home with him, I don't want to stay there."

Saying that, Xia Siran touched his arm with disgust, as if he couldn't help getting goose bumps just thinking about it.

Xia Xingqiao: "..."

Xia Xingqiao's expression suddenly became indescribable.

That's your own brother, and he's also the protagonist of the heartthrob!It's so disgusting now, but it's like an eyeball if you don't return it later!

However, Xia Xingqiao, who thought he had the script in his hand and had insight into everything, still didn't dare to say these words. He nodded obediently and said:

"Of course, fourth brother, sit here and rest for a while, I'll cook."

Xia Xingqiao turned around and was about to go to the kitchen when she heard Xia Siran's doubtful voice behind her:

"Cooking? When will you cook again?"

Xia Xingqiao stopped abruptly.

Oops, he forgot that his original body was a pampered young master who didn't know how to distinguish food and grains, and had never even been in the kitchen. He probably couldn't tell the difference between soy sauce and vinegar, so how could he cook!

Xia Xingqiao didn't dare to look back, he grabbed the corner of his clothes nervously, and prevaricated: "I, I've become very interested in this aspect recently, and I learned it from my aunt."

He couldn't see Xia Siran's expression behind him, but fortunately Xia Siran didn't struggle anymore, instead he said in surprise that he wanted to try Xia Xingqiao's handicraft.

Xia Xingqiao breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly cooked a few relatively simple home-cooked dishes, and he deliberately didn't show his usual level, as if he really looked like a culinary rookie who had just learned the art of cooking.

But when Xia Siran picked up a dish with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, his expression suddenly changed.

Xia Siran put down the chopsticks in his hand, the smile on his face was gone.

This appearance is completely different from the one who was chatting and laughing with Xia Xingqiao just now.

"You're not Xiao Wu," Xia Siran frowned, he looked at Xia Xingqiao and said firmly, "Who the hell are you?"

"!!!"

Xia Xingqiao's face suddenly turned pale.

With a shake of his hand, the spoon in his hand fell back into the bowl, making a crisp sound when it hit the side of the bowl.