Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

Pulled it out and put everything in a big black plastic bag.

Kuang Mu searched back and forth for Ji Xiaohuan's cigarettes at home, wishing he could look at the snack cabinet where Xiao Xingxing and Xiao Bai were placed.

When he finished packing everything, holding the bag in his hand, he turned around and said to Ji Xiaohuan, "Brother, I will take all of these away."

Ji Xiaohuan squeezed the TV remote control tightly in his hand, but said with no expression on his face, "Okay."

Then Ji Xiaohuan saw his younger brother smiling happily, ran over and kissed him happily, and ran out with the bag in his hand, not knowing whether to throw those cigarettes away or put them somewhere else went.

From then on, Ji Xiaohuan went to pick up Kuang Mu every night, whenever there was no one around, Kuang Mu would turn around and hug Ji Xiaohuan, and then put his body against Ji Xiaohuan's.

It looks like they are hugging, but Ji Xiaohuan can clearly feel that Kuang Mu's nose is sniffing his body, whether there is any smell of smoke on his body.

After Ji Xiaohuan started to quit smoking, life was not easy.

Sometimes when he is very busy with official duties, he will subconsciously pick up the pen and put it between his fingers, and send it to his mouth.

It was like his instinctive reaction, and he didn't react until he was about to put the pen to his mouth.

So during that period of time Ji Xiaohuan chewed gum very frequently.

Ji Xiaohuan is busy with a software promotion and investment project these days.

The developer of that software wants the platform of Muyue Group, and also wants Muyue Group to inject capital into them to promote it.

So Mr. Qiu, the representative of the developer, has gone to the company privately to look for Ji Xiaohuan many times.

Ji Xiaohuan also led the team to carefully investigate this software.

They later found that this software was indeed very promising, so the two parties agreed to discuss some terms of the contract together today.

At 03:30 in the afternoon, President Qiu brought his team to Ji Xiaohuan's company.

About a dozen people gathered together in the large conference room in the company.

There are often bosses in this meeting room to discuss things.

And some big bosses like to smoke, some like to smoke cigars, so two exhaust systems are installed in the conference room.

Smoking is not allowed in the company's internal meetings, but smoking is allowed when other company representatives come.

Because the two teams negotiated the contract, it was a waste of words and brains.

Qiu is always a heavy smoker, as soon as he sits down, he begins to smoke one after another.

The same is true of the two men under him. They smoked continuously from the beginning of the discussion.

Ji Xiaohuan sat right in front of the long table, holding the contract in his hand, flipping through it page by page, frowning from time to time, pointing to the terms of the contract to discuss with the people around him.

In fact, the discussion of the terms of the contract is not complicated.

After all, Qiu always seeks to cooperate with Ji Xiaohuan, as long as Ji Xiaohuan thinks there is something wrong, Qiu can almost give in.

And Ji Xiaohuan is not a stingy person, and he doesn't care if he is petty.

So at five o'clock in the afternoon, the contract was basically negotiated.

Ji Xiaohuan has also begun to see the last two clauses.

Mr. Qiu didn't expect Ji Xiaohuan to be so talkative, so he breathed a sigh of relief. He took out a pack of good cigarettes from his bag, bowed his waist, and began to pass cigarettes to Ji Xiaohuan's people one by one. .

When it was handed over to Ji Xiaohuan, Ji Xiaohuan was looking at the last item of the terms, which recorded the ratio of dividends.

Ji Xiaohuan felt that there was something wrong with the ratio, and was frowning to study the ratio when Mr. Qiu's cigarette was handed to him at this moment.

"Mr. Ji, you've worked hard, let's have a cigarette."

Ji Xiaohuan was distracted, subconsciously took the cigarette and put it in his mouth.

And Mr. Qiu was also winking, flipped on the lighter, and bowed his waist to light Ji Xiaohuan.

Ji Xiaohuan's brows are handsome and fierce, especially when he is very focused on one thing, the slight frowning of his brows gives off an intimidating aura.

Mr. Qiu couldn't help holding his breath even to light Ji Xiaohuan's cigarette.

Seeing that the flame was about to light Ji Xiaohuan's cigarette, a female voice came from the door of the conference room.

"President Ji, Mr. Kuang is here to see you."

Ji Xiaohuan turned around with a cigarette in his hand, just in time to see Kuang Mu standing at the gate of the meeting room.

Kuang Mu was wearing a light white turtleneck sweater and a brown windbreaker outside. His small face was very cold, and now Kuang Mu's beautiful eyes were staring at one place with special concentration. The redder the eyes.

Ji Xiaohuan frowned, feeling something was wrong.

"Mr. Ji." At this moment, Mr. Qiu called him.

Ji Xiaohuan turned around and saw Mr. Qiu holding a fire and a cigarette in his hand.

Ji Xiaohuan raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and squeezed the cigarette tightly in his palm, the cigarette curled and wrinkled.

Boss Qiu was still holding a fire in his hand, and his eyes widened in shock at Ji Xiaohuan's crisp and neat operation.

Then Ji Xiaohuan saw his younger brother standing at the door of the meeting room, looked at him with red eyes, bit his lower lip tightly with his teeth, wiped his eyes, turned around and left.

Ji Xiaohuan's heart tightened suddenly, he stood up and chased after him.

"Moon."

作者有话要说：感谢在2022020423：06：39～2022020623：11：31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Princess of the Dragon. , Blowing Lantern Flowers, 213141841;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：炼羽30瓶；1457117320瓶；闻日寸、花生馅的大汤圆、酒。、Trick10瓶；杉9瓶；贩卖梦境5瓶；〤twinkle゛青春3瓶；く爱゜se゛、的小熊っ2瓶；

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Ji Xiaohuan rushed out of the meeting room door, and chased after Kuang Mu.

The corridor is not wide, and there are many people coming and going. Most of the employees are wearing suits and holding documents in their hands. When they saw Ji Xiaohuan, they stopped immediately and said hello, "Mr. Ji."

In the past, Ji Xiaohuan would pause to respond, but this time he didn't even turn his head, and walked straight forward.

Kuang Mu walked in front of Ji Xiaohuan.

In the past, Kuang Mu didn't walk very fast, but this time he walked quickly to the elevator, and pressed the button of the elevator with his fingertips, wanting to go downstairs faster, but Kuang Mu still held his hand in the other hand. With a small lunch box.

The area behind the elevator happened to be an office area, with people coming and going, and Kuang Mu's movement of pressing the elevator was a bit loud, and the surrounding employees all raised their heads and watched over.

But Ji Xiaohuan couldn't care less, he stepped forward and grabbed Kuang Mu's wrist.

Kuang Mu didn't look at him, he kept his mouth shut and didn't speak, and when he felt the strength of Ji Xiaohuan's hand, he didn't shake off his hand, just kept pressing on the elevator, as if he couldn't get through the elevator.

His slender fingertips turned white when he pressed it, and there was a crackling sound when he pressed it, and that pretty little face collapsed tightly.

Ji Xiaohuan frowned, pulled Kuang Mu's arm into his embrace, and lowered his voice and called out, "Yue'er."

Kuang Mu didn't have much strength, Ji Xiaohuan pulled him, and he took two steps back, his back hit Ji Xiaohuan's chest.

But in the next second, the pungent smell of smoke from Ji Xiaohuan's body rushed straight into Kuang Mu's nostrils.

Kuang Mu froze for a moment, straightened up immediately, took two steps forward and rushed to the trash can next to the elevator, straightened up and retched.

His nausea was so severe that he was about to vomit while holding on to the edge of the trash can with one hand.

This sound not only stunned Ji Xiaohuan for a moment, but also attracted more people to look over.

Then they saw their President Ji with his hands still in mid-air, looking at Kuang Mu with slightly frowned eyebrows, worry and tension rarely appeared on his face.

Kuang Mu's other hand was supporting the wall, and the wrist bones turned white. It seemed that he was suffering from severe pain. His shoulders were trembling and he was about to fall to the ground.

Ji Xiaohuan reacted quickly and immediately began to take off his coat.

He is wearing a casual suit today with zippers instead of buttons.

Ji Xiaohuan raised his hand and opened the zipper of his clothes with a clatter, quickly took off his coat, and casually threw it to a worker next to him.

He was afraid that the smell on his body would make his younger brother uncomfortable again, so he lowered his head and sniffed vigorously to see if there was any smell on his body before he strode forward and hugged Kuang Mu's body.

Ji Xiaohuan embraced Kuang Mu's abdomen with one hand, stroked Kuang Mu's back with the other hand, and lowered his voice and called out: "Yue'er."

Kuang Mu felt Ji Xiaohuan's breath, his tense body immediately softened, his fingers slowly let go of the hand holding the trash can, and his back leaned against Ji Xiaohuan's right shoulder.

He raised his head and glanced at Ji Xiaohuan, his eyes were extremely red, and tears trickled down the corners of his eyes.

Ji Xiaohuan looked at Kuang Mu's round and big eyes, and instantly didn't know what to say. He hugged Kuang Mu tightly in his arms, raised his hand and rubbed Kuang Mu's back chest, Whispered: "Don't cry, don't cry."

Kuang Mu couldn't stand still, his body limply lay on Ji Xiaohuan's shoulder, even his fingers were limp.

The lunch box in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

The lunch box was packed very firmly, and it didn't break open, but the sound made on the ground was a bit loud.

Ji Xiaohuan wanted to pick it up, but he was holding Kuang Mu again, so he couldn't bend down for a while.

Ji Xiaohuan glanced at the ground, then looked up at his younger brother, and found that his younger brother was leaning in his arms, staring at the lunch box motionlessly, tears were about to fall from his eyes again.

Ji Xiaohuan's heart tightened, he looked around immediately, and called out, "Xiao Fang."

Xiao Fang stood beside him, walked over with a wink, bent down, picked up the lunch box, handed it to Ji Xiaohuan, and asked cautiously, "Mr. Ji, what's wrong with Professor Kuang?"

"I'm sick." Ji Xiaohuan's voice was cold and he didn't want to say more. He took the lunch box in Xiaofang's hand, handed it to Professor Kuang, and coaxed his younger brother in a low voice, his voice became softer: " Yue'er, you see it hasn't been broken, don't cry."

Kuang Mu felt badly just now, and now he is still panting violently.

His big eyes were full of tears, he turned his head to glance at the lunch box in Ji Xiaohuan's hand, bit his mouth tightly and turned his head away, his eyelashes tremblingly ignored Ji Xiaohuan.

At first glance, he was angry.

At this time the elevator came, Ji Xiaohuan hugged Kuang Mu's waist, and carried Kuang Mu into the elevator.

After waiting until the elevator door slowly closed, the people around began to whisper about it.

"What's wrong with Professor Kuang? I just saw his face look so bad."

"It must be because he is not feeling well. I felt that he was not in good health before. When he came out of the company several times, he couldn't even walk steadily."

"I don't think so." The female staff member who just took Kuang Mu to the door of the conference room said, "I was fine when I took him to Mr. Ji just now. Seeing that his face was not right, and then he ran out with red eyes without even saying a word to Mr. Ji, and Mr. Ji chased him out directly, and he didn't even care about the meeting room. I Guessing... maybe Professor Kuang is angry."

"Angry, why are you angry?" Hearing what the man said, several women beside him gossiped to inquire.

The female staff around the center held a cup of coffee in her hand, and said analytically, "Didn't you find that Mr. Ji hasn't smoked recently?"

"Found it..."

"That's right!" The woman put the coffee cup in her hand: "It must be because of quitting smoking. I suspect that Professor Kuang asked Mr. Ji to quit smoking, and then just happened to see Mr. Qiu lighting cigarettes for Mr. Ji. So I got angry..."

Speaking of which, the woman spread her hands.

The group of people next to them were stunned by the woman's words for two seconds, and then everyone around them burst out laughing.

"Quit smoking? How could it be because of quitting smoking?!"

"Are you kidding, Mr. Ji's character? How could it be because of a cigarette? You underestimate Mr. Ji."

In the elevator, Ji Xiaohuan held Kuang Mu in his arms, and pressed Kuang Mu against the wall of the elevator. His younger brother's body was soft, not as hard as his bones, and his whole body was like a steel plate.

And every time Ji Xiaohuan hugged Kuang Mu, Kuang Mu was always soft as if he could let him do whatever he wanted.

Kuang Mu is still feeling very uncomfortable.

In fact, he was not that sensitive to the smell of smoke before.

He also tried smoking on Yan Minhui's cemetery.

Although I was choked badly in the end, it wasn't to the point where I felt like throwing up after smelling it.

But now he just can't smell the smell of cigarettes on Ji Xiaohuan's body.

Perhaps because of psychological effects, he was very resistant to Ji Xiaohuan's smoking, so that smell, which was not pungent at first, could also irritate him severely.

Ji Xiaohuan hugged Kuang Mu in his arms and let Kuang Mu's head rest on his shoulder.

Kuang Mu didn't push him away, but just clutched his stomach, his body was very stiff, and tears kept streaming down the corners of his eyes.

Kuang Mu's stomach is very uncomfortable now, and the pain is severe, and Ji Xiaohuan's breathing surrounds him.

He vaguely seemed to hear Ji Xiaohuan talking to him, but he couldn't respond to a word of discomfort, as if a big stone was pressing on his heart, which made his heart feel so uncomfortable that he even struggled to breathe .

Ji Xiaohuan looked at Kuang Mu's pale face, stroked Kuang Mu's back with his hands and asked, "Yue'er, what's wrong with you?"

Ji Xiaohuan's voice seemed to come from far away, Kuang Mu couldn't hear it clearly.

Ji Xiaohuan called Kuang Mu twice again, but he didn't get a response. He felt something was wrong, and moved his body slightly, wanting to take a closer look at Kuang Mu's situation.

But as soon as Ji Xiaohuan moved his body, Kuang Mu let out a painful groan from his mouth.Moan.

"Hmm, it hurts..."

Ji Xiaohuan's movements stopped immediately, and immediately hugged his younger brother tightly in his arms, and took a deep breath.

He could feel Kuang Mu's body trembling in pain.

Ji Xiaohuan glanced at the number of floors in the elevator. His company has a high floor, and it has only reached the 25th floor, and there is still some time before reaching the parking lot.

So Ji Xiaohuan stretched out his hand and covered Kuang Mu's cold hand on his abdomen.

Kuang Mu's hands were too cold, and his palms were still full of cold sweat, so pressing his stomach like this would be counterproductive.

Ji Xiaohuan wanted to replace him with his own hand, but Kuang Mu's palm pressed his stomach hard and refused to let go.

"pain……"

Kuang Mu's voice was full of crying, and his stomach was cramping. He trembled from the pain and was unconscious. He rubbed his face on Ji Xiaohuan's shoulder back and forth, and bit his teeth together. touched Ji Xiaohuan's shoulder.

Kuang Mu used a little bit of strength, biting Ji Xiaohuan's shoulders to vent his pain, and let out painful moans in his throat, like a wounded little animal, pained, wronged and sad.

The stabbing pain came from his shoulder, but Ji Xiaohuan didn't say a word.

As if he didn't feel it, regardless of Kuang Mu's resistance, he forcefully moved Kuang Mu's arm away from his stomach, and stroked his younger brother's stomach with his own hand, rubbing it repeatedly.

As soon as Ji Xiaohuan's hand touched Kuang Mu's stomach, he instantly felt the uneasy beating of Kuang Mu's stomach, like a meat grinder, and every beat of that thing tortured his younger brother. trembling.

Kuang Mu bit Ji Xiaohuan's shoulder and gasped for breath, tears kept falling down his eyes.

Most likely, Kuang Mu was emotional just now, and smelled the smoke again, causing his stomach to cramp.

Ji Xiaohuan closed his eyes, and began to rub his brother with some strength.

Kuang Mu couldn't bear Ji Xiaohuan's strength, he let out sobs from his throat.

"pain……"

"It hurts..."

Kuang Mu's painful legs and feet were trembling, and he stepped back again and again, trying to break free from Ji Xiaohuan's arms.

Ji Xiaohuan held his younger brother's waist even harder with one hand, not allowing Kuang Mu to back down, and forced Kuang Mu to hug him in his arms.

That hand almost supported the strength of Kuang Mu's whole body, the veins on Ji Xiaohuan's arm were exposed, and the other hand kept rubbing his brother's stomach and abdomen.

Ji Xiaohuan has mastered the law of Kuang Mu's stomach cramps in these years.

The tightly twisted thing in Kuang Mu's stomach had to be rubbed hard to loosen it.

Ji Xiaohuan turned his head to look at Kuang Mu's crying face covered with tears and sweat on his forehead, he felt a severe pain in his heart.

Ji Xiaohuan's clothes were rubbed back and forth by Kuang Mu in a mess, and his well-groomed hair hung from his forehead to the corners of his eyes, but Ji Xiaohuan didn't care about these at all, he lowered his head and kissed Kuang Mu's forehead and mouth gently coaxed Kuang Mu's ear: "Be good, Yue'er, be good, Yue'er."

"Be patient, it won't hurt if I rub it."

"Yue'er, bear with it."

Ji Xiaohuan coaxed his younger brother, and kissed his younger brother's wet little face one after another, and he could still feel the salty taste of his younger brother's tears between his lips and teeth.

At this moment, the elevator door dinged.

The elevator door opened slowly.

Ji Xiaohuan was about to take Kuang Mu out, but when he turned around, he found that the door was not the parking lot on the first floor, but in the lobby on the first floor.

And now there are more than a dozen people standing outside the elevator door.

They are a project team in Muyue's company, and they also want to go down to the parking lot on the first floor, planning to go out to inspect a project.

A group of people were standing at the elevator entrance in suits and leather shoes. They never expected that when the elevator door opened, their big boss would stand inside...

And the boss is still holding that very good-looking Professor Kuang in his arms, and that Professor Kuang looks like he is crying with red eyes.

For a moment, the voices of a group of people who were discussing things suddenly fell silent. Everyone looked at the scenery inside the door, and no one dared to get on the elevator for a moment.

One of the men was still pressing the down button of the elevator at the door, staring blankly at the two people in the elevator, so that the elevator door couldn't close anyway.

The pain on Kuang Mu's body eased a little, he opened his eyes reluctantly, and his eyes slowly focused.

When he saw the scenery outside the door clearly, his body shook violently.

Ji Xiaohuan could feel Kuang Mu gently pushing him, clawing at his shoulder like a kitten, even though he was seriously ill, he was still thin-skinned and didn't want others to see him in such a mess look.

But the strength in Kuang Mu's hands is too weak, no matter what, he can't resist Ji Xiaohuan's strength in hugging him.

Ji Xiaohuan knew that his younger brother was not at ease, so he turned his head and looked coldly at the people outside, and said in a low voice, "Close the door."

This sound made the man who was still pressing the elevator at the door wake up suddenly, and immediately let go of the hand holding the elevator.

After a few seconds, the elevator doors began to slowly close again.

So when the door was closed, the people outside saw their President Ji turned his head and kissed Kuang Mu's cheek again, saying: "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

Ji Xiaohuan's voice is still deep, even in daily conversations, Ji Xiaohuan's voice sounds irrefutable.

But when Ji Xiaohuan spoke to Professor Kuang, he spoke differently to anyone else.

That voice doesn't sound intimidating, but rather a sense of security.

The elevator door was completely closed.

The project team outside the door has been running projects outside for a long time, and rarely comes to the company, so they don't know much about Kuang Mu and Ji Xiaohuan's affairs.

The people at the door looked at each other in a daze.

Ding sound.

The elevator reached the underground parking lot.

At this time, the employees are all working in the office building, and there is no one in the parking lot.

Ji Xiaohuan bent down and put his hands into Kuang Mu's legs, and hugged Kuang Mu in a hug.

Because of the sudden change in body position, Kuang Mu let out a muffled snort.

He huddled in Ji Xiaohuan's arms, his delicate ankles drooped slightly, his fingertips were pale and he covered his stomach without speaking, his forehead rested on Ji Xiaohuan's chest, his eyes were crying like two little peaches.

Ji Xiaohuan's car parked in a parking space not far away.

He walked quickly to the front of the car, opened the door and put Kuang Mu into the passenger seat, and put the lunch box hanging on his wrist into the back seat of the car, and finally Ji Xiaohuan sat on the edge of the seat and looked at him younger brother.

Kuang Mu's forehead was covered with fine sweat, his hair was sticking to his forehead wetly, and he frowned and tossed and turned on the seat,

He leaned sideways on the seat, biting his lips with his teeth tightly, pressing his stomach with both hands, and tears slid down the corners of his eyes to the back of the chair.

"Moon."

Ji Xiaohuan looked at his younger brother's appearance, sweat broke out on his forehead.

He leaned over and picked up his brother, feeling his cold stomach.

The stomach is still cramping, but judging from the beating situation, it is better than before.

Ji Xiaohuan breathed a sigh of relief, he still pressed his palms up and down, and with the other hand, he patted his younger brother's wet back that was soaked in cold sweat.

"It is my fault."

"Do not cry."

Kuang Mu's stomach cramps can usually be relieved gradually within ten minutes to half an hour.

In the case of someone giving him a reasonable stomach massage, this time will be shortened appropriately.

It's just that this time Kuang Mu's situation is a bit fierce, and the wrist Ji Xiaohuan rubbed for him is a little numb, and only then does he feel his brother's stiff body gradually soften, panting like a lump of cotton Lie on him.

Ji Xiaohuan's hand is still covering Kuang Mu's stomach.

The force he used just now was a bit strong. If he pushed Kuang Mu's clothes away now, the delicate and fair skin on Kuang Mu's stomach would be reddened by him.

"Yue'er." Ji Xiaohuan called Kuang Mu in a low voice.

Kuang Mu ignored him.

Ji Xiaohuan paused, then called out again: "Yue'er."

Kuang Mu still ignored him.

"..."

Ji Xiaohuan and Kuang Mu have known each other for so many years, and rarely encounter such a situation.

When Kuang Mu ignored him, it usually happened when Kuang Mu was young.

At that time, Ji Xiaohuan was more skinny, if he accidentally offended his younger brother, Kuang Mu would pout and ignore Ji Xiaohuan with tears in his eyes.

But since Ji Xiaohuan and Kuang Mu reunited, it was the first time that Ji Xiaohuan encountered his younger brother ignoring him.

What's more, this time, Mu Ming became a little more angry, and even suffered from stomach problems.

Ji Xiaohuan hugged Kuang Mu, wanting to say something.

But he opened his mouth, and suddenly felt that this matter was a bit big. It was rare for him not to know where to start to explain this matter.

Ji Xiaohuan also never imagined that such a day would come to him.

His parents divorced since he was a child, and his father jumped off a building and died in front of him.

He grew up alone, was framed, and was imprisoned for three years.

In the prison, he fought and fought desperately. He suffered all kinds of hardships, but he was never afraid of anything, and he never gave in to anyone.

And now he was caught smoking secretly by his baby brother...

He didn't even think about explaining himself in court, but now he actually wants to explain the problem of smoking a cigarette...

But the most important thing is that he hasn't smoked that cigarette at all.

And now, in front of his younger brother's tears, Ji Xiaohuan suddenly felt that he couldn't explain this matter clearly...

So Ji Xiaohuan supported Kuang Mu's back and put his younger brother on the seat.

Kuang Mu leaned on the car seat, his mouth was as red as blood from being bitten.

He looked out of the window with his head sideways, his eyes were red, his nose was also red, and the tip of that upturned nose trembled slightly from time to time, and then physiological tears would slowly flow down from his eye sockets.

Now he looks out of the window, but he doesn't look at Ji Xiaohuan.

Kuang Mu's appearance now is exactly the same as his angry appearance when he was a child.

Back then Ji Xiaohuan was really good at coaxing him.

Kuang Mu is easy to coax, as long as Ji Xiaohuan hugs him and apologizes to him, and then buys him delicious food, Kuang Mu's anger will disappear in an instant.

But now after such a long time, Ji Xiaohuan feels that Kuang Mu and he have grown up too.

He shouldn't just coax his brother blindly and unreasonably.

If they want to go on for a long time, they need communication even more.

In this situation, Ji Xiaohuan felt that he needed to explain the situation to Kuang Mu even more.

Or, reason with his brother.

The author has something to say: Attention everyone, Mr. Ji is about to start reasoning with his brother.

感谢在2022020623：11：31～2022020922：54：42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 person;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 1 Lu Chi;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：程郁64瓶；啊！滚出我的快乐星球37瓶；闻日寸、人、网友（盘锦河蟹）？10瓶；隐德来希之月9瓶；57245094、空、Blanc糖炖腐竹、46935248、姿色不够呀5瓶；噗嗤3瓶；く爱゜se゛、的小熊っ2瓶；松子面包、Pluto、淮南子、溦挽不是晚1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

Extra episode four

The light in the parking lot was very dark, Kuang Mu leaned sideways on the seat, his profile half-bright and half-shadow reflected in the shadow by the car window.

His eyelashes are long and curled up, and his eyes are full of tears, like two little gems, twinkling in the dark light, looking extraordinarily beautiful.

So Ji Xiaohuan frowned and thought carefully about where he should start to explain, so as to explain this matter clearly.

Ji Xiaohuan was silent for a while, raised his hand to brush the wet hair on Kuang Mu's forehead, and asked in a low voice: "Yue'er, are you angry with me?"

Kuang Mu's eyelashes trembled, bit his lip and said nothing.

Ji Xiaohuan scratched Kuang Mu's cheek with his thumb, and said in a low voice, "Yue'er, listen to me, I don't smoke, I'm negotiating a contract with my partner today, and they handed me a cigarette. Me, but I didn't smoke."

When Kuang Mu heard Ji Xiaohuan say this, he still didn't look back, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said in a crying voice: "But I just saw you sucked..."

Ji Xiaohuan frowned and said: "Just now I was looking at the contract and didn't pay attention. Mr. Qiu on the opposite side handed the cigarette to me, and I took it subconsciously, it wasn't on purpose."

Kuang Mu didn't speak.

Ji Xiaohuan lowered his head and sighed, and said, "Yue'er, I think if there is any conflict between us, the first thing we should do is communicate and understand each other."

When Kuang Mu heard Ji Xiaohuan's words, he turned his head slowly, his big eyes were shining brightly under the dark lights in the car.

He looked at Ji Xiaohuan with tears in his eyes, pursed his mouth, and didn't speak.

Seeing Kuang Mu turn his head, Ji Xiaohuan felt that his younger brother had probably listened to what he said, so he continued: "Yue'er, I promised you that I would never smoke again after quitting smoking, you also saw that cigarette just now , the cigarette butts were not lit."

After saying this, Ji Xiaohuan gently wiped the remaining tears from the corners of Kuang Mu's eyes with his hand.

Kuang Mu leaned on the seat, looked at Ji Xiaohuan with those big eyes, tears rolled down his eyes, suddenly his mouth moved and said, "Brother, do you think I'm not sensible enough..."

Ji Xiaohuan raised his eyebrows, and immediately said, "I didn't mean that."

"You have..." Kuang Mu sniffed, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and looked at him with red eyes: "You just said that I don't understand you, and I don't understand you when I encounter conflicts." You communicate...."

"........"

"Brother, you just think I'm not good enough..."

"……No"

"But you just sighed..."

"..."

Looking at Kuang Mu's tears, Ji Xiaohuan frowned, not knowing what to say for a moment.

What Kuang Mu said was definitely not his original intention.

He never felt anything bad about Kuang Mu.

But now he didn't know how to explain it.

This matter is like a ball of wool, which can be easily smoothed out, but for some reason it becomes twisted and twisted now.

It's getting more and more chaotic, and I can't figure it out.

Kuang Mu turned his head to wipe away his tears, then bit his lower lip tightly, trying to hold back the crying in his chest, and asked, "Brother, if I didn't come today, would the cigarette be lit..."

"..."

Kuang Mu asked again: "In the future, every time someone offers you a cigarette, you will take it..."

"..."

This time, Ji Xiaohuan didn't know what to say after being directly questioned by his younger brother.

He's never been a good talker.

But since he promised his brother to quit smoking, he definitely didn't just do well in front of Kuang Mu.

It's just such a coincidence that he was negligent this time, and was bumped into by his brother this time.

Thinking of this, Ji Xiaohuan supported the seat with his hands, lowered his head and took a shallow breath.

Kuang Mu's big eyes looked at Ji Xiaohuan motionlessly, and he watched Ji Xiaohuan without speaking or answering his questions for a long time, and his heart became more and more sad.

He closed his eyes, turned his head and sniffed, and said in a heavy cry, "Brother, I'm sleepy..."

"Moon."

"Brother, take me home and sleep..."

Ji Xiaohuan looked at Kuang Mu silently, without speaking.

After a while, he turned and took a mat and blanket from the front car locker.

Kuang Mu usually suffers from waist discomfort after stomach trouble.

So Ji Xiaohuan put a cushion under his waist, covered his younger brother with a blanket, turned and walked out of the passenger seat.

Along the way, Ji Xiaohuan would turn to look at his younger brother when the street lights were red.

Kuang Mu's body was covered with a small white blanket, his body looked thin and thin, he shrank close to the car door like a kitten, and his face was also looking out the window, leaving only Ji Xiaohuan's round the back of the head.

still angry...

Ji Xiaohuan tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, and began to think about how he would explain the situation to his younger brother later.

His explanation just now didn't seem to have a very good effect, but it also misunderstood Kuang Mu.

How to explain this truth to make Kuang Mu understand.

When the car reached the intersection, Ji Xiaohuan turned the steering wheel and turned into a main road with less traffic.

Just as Ji Xiaohuan was lost in thought, the car also turned into the road.

Suddenly Ji Xiaohuan felt Kuang Mu's body tremble in the co-pilot.

In the next second, Kuang Mu straightened his waist and sat up, covered his mouth, and let out an uncomfortable groan in his throat.

Ji Xiaohuan's hand holding the steering wheel was clenched instantly, he frowned and started to look for an intersection to stop, but a car happened to be blocking it, so Ji Xiaohuan couldn't stop directly.

So Ji Xiaohuan looked back at his brother again, Kuang Mu's eyes were red, his slender fingertips were still groping around in the car, trying to find a plastic bag, his shoulders were trembling.

Ji Xiaohuan turned the steering wheel with his hands, frowned and said, "It's okay to spit into the car."

But Kuang Mu refused to do it as if he hadn't heard this sentence.

He withdrew the hand that was groping, and covered his mouth with both hands. His stomach was churning violently, making Kuang Mu feel that his heart and lungs were being ripped apart, and he could spit it out when he opened his mouth. fall down.

Ji Xiaohuan stepped on the accelerator, and the car almost braked rapidly and stopped on the side of the road. At the same time, he quickly pulled out a