My nemesis brother looks at me very strangely

What Jiang Beiyu suffered was only a little skin trauma. Although the wound looked scary, but fortunately no bones were injured. The school doctor had to go to the teaching building because of something, and after prescribing the medicine, Ning Nanjia asked Ning Nanjia to help apply the red medicine.

Supporting Jiang Beiyu to sit on the bench near the door, Ning Nanjia took the red medicine, leaned over and squatted slightly in front of his knees, held a cotton swab in one hand, dipped some red medicine, and said: "It will hurt a little, Hold on."

Jiang Beiyu nodded, "Okay."

Because of the squatting posture, the neckline of Ning Nanjia's loose school uniform was slightly opened, and the thin and protruding clavicle line can be seen at a glance, and the sunken shoulders are a beautiful shadow. The white skin sticks to the thin chest, thin and tight The lines meander all the way into the clothes, making people feel inexplicably dry.

The line of sight shifted slightly by an inch after several difficulties, and after a while, Jiang Beiyu couldn't help turning back again, staring at Ning Nanjia's fair and slender back neck, his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Because of the posture of bowing his head, Ning Nanjia didn't notice Jiang Beiyu's extremely aggressive gaze above his head. After he had covered his entire injured knee with red syrup, he raised his head and saw Jiang Beiyu looking at him with downcast eyes. It seems to be in a daze, and it seems to be thinking about something.

Rolling up Jiang Beiyu's sleeves and applying red lotion on his injured arm, Ning Nanjia said: "Kangzi didn't do it on purpose, I'll ask him to apologize to you later, don't blame him."

The eyelashes drooped slightly, and Jiang Beiyu looked at Ning Nanjia's profile with a tall nose, and was silent for a moment, before he replied, "It's fine, no need to apologize."

The drooping eyelashes covered the pair of long and narrow black eyes. After no vivid emotions, the delicate and pale face was like a carefully carved but lifeless sculpture.

Ning Nanjia looked at Jiang Beiyu with his head bowed. Although he didn't say anything, it somehow made people feel like a puppy who was bullied and wronged. After thinking about it for a while, he said: "I apologize to you on his behalf, OK?"

Jiang Beiyu didn't speak.

Ning Nanjia tried to lower her voice and shouted, "Ah Yu?"

The wings of his nose fluttered slightly, and Jiang Beiyu slowly raised his head to meet his gaze, his black and white pupils were filled with vaguely complex emotions, "Do you really want to apologize to me for him?"

Ning Nanjia subconsciously followed his words, "En."

"Then you hug me," the Adam's apple slid slightly, and Jiang Beiyu repeated in a low voice, "Hug me once, and I won't be angry."

His voice fell for a long time, and Ning Nanjia beside him did not move, thinking that the other party had noticed something, Jiang Beiyu took a deep breath, and when he was about to speak, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out and hugged him gently .

Ning Nanjia's movements were very gentle. Although it was just a hug that could be parted at the touch of a finger, Jiang Beiyu could still smell Ning Nanjia's breath, which was faint, like the smell of some kind of flowers and plants.

He loves it.

Seeing Jiang Beiyu staring blankly at him after being hugged, Ning Nanjia suddenly felt that this little young master was a little lacking in love, and the request he made was just like that of a child, a little pitiful and a little cute. After flicking his forehead, he asked, "Are you still angry?"

Trying his best to restrain the urge in his body that was so restless that he was about to break out of the prison, Jiang Beiyu narrowed his eyes, covering the dark emotions that were crazily growing in his eyes, and replied in a hoarse voice, "Don't be angry anymore."

Because of his injury, Ning Nanjia wanted Jiang Beiyu to go home first, thinking that he would take him to eat delicious food another day, but Jiang Beiyu sat on the chair without moving, his expression seemed a bit embarrassed, and Ning Nanjia asked repeatedly Only then did he speak slowly,

"The red potion is too conspicuous. My mother is at home tonight and will go out of town tomorrow. Brother Nanjia, can I sleep at your place tonight?"

Ning Nanjia was a little hesitant, because he had never brought anyone home for the night, and even though he had played with Zou Zikang since childhood, he had never let him stay overnight, but when he met Jiang Beiyu's shining black eyes, he suddenly said No words of refusal came out.

As if seeing Ning Nanjia's vacillation, Jiang Beiyu said again, "It doesn't matter if I play on the floor, I don't want to go home and be scolded, Brother Nanjia, let me go home with you, okay?"

It's time to call him brother, and Ning Nanjia really can't give any reason why he can't do it, not to mention Jiang Beiyu looks so soft and cute, how can rough guys like Zou Zikang compare to him, he can't bear to let He went back and was scolded, so he finally agreed.

After school, Ning Nanjia went back to Jiangshuiwu with Jiang Beiyu on his back.

In ancient times, Jiangshuiwu was a small courtyard area built in the shape of "A" around the river. With the changes of the times, the river has long been dried up and filled up, and the small courtyard area has also been developed into many single-family villas. and apartment.

Ningnan Jiazushang happened to be the landlord of the Jiangshuiwu area. Although the real estate was developed and a new house was built to change its appearance, his grandparents still used the name Jiangshuiwu because they missed the old days.

The house Ning Nanjia lived in still retains the antique architectural features. The mansion has a high-walled courtyard, and there is a small lotus pond behind the house. Jiang Beiyu has never been to such a place, and he can't help but stand up on his shoulder and look around. , and hugged his neck and sighed in a low voice,

"Brother Nanjia, your house is so big."

Presumably the young master, who is used to living in small reinforced concrete western-style buildings, has never seen such a place, so Ning Nanjia carried him around the house,

"My grandparents are all locals in City D, and these houses are characteristic of Jiangnan water town architecture. Are you not a local?"

Jiang Beiyu thought that only such a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, where the sky and water became blue, misty and rainy, could raise such a gentle and handsome Ning Nanjia.

He lowered his head, put his chin on Ning Nanjia's shoulder and said softly:

"No, my mother and I just moved here this year, and we've been living in the UK before."

"It turns out he's a young master who came back from overseas." The corner of his mouth hooked slightly, and Ning Nanjia laughed at him, "No wonder he's so delicate."

Jiang Beiyu didn't speak, but with a secret thought of intimacy, he gently pressed his forehead to the delicate, warm skin on the side of Ning Nanjia's neck.

Because Ning Nanjia had already called home before, Song Zhiwei prepared an extra set of bowls and chopsticks, and was afraid that Jiang Beiyu would not be used to southern dishes, so she specially cooked two northern dishes.

Ning Fuyuan did not have such delicate thoughts. He always liked to make friends with chess and judge his character by chess quality. After saying hello to Jiang Beiyu, he invited him to play a game of chess after dinner.

Ning Nanjia was originally worried that the young master would be embarrassed if he didn't know how to socialize, but when he saw that he was so sweet-mouthed to Grandma Song that she made Song Zhiwei happy, she accepted Ning Fuyuan's invitation and let him go.

Ning Weitong was not seen at dinner, and Ning Nanjia's mood suddenly changed a little bit. When Song Zhiwei said that she and Jiang Yi went to the book bar to buy books, her mood became even worse. After finishing the meal in a hurry, she took her mobile phone Go to the yard and call Ning Weitong.

Jiang Beiyu watched Ning Nanjia's movements, and involuntarily followed his figure towards the door. Song Zhiwei saw it, and explained to him with a smile,

"Xiao Jia loves his sister very much, and is always worried that Tong Tong will be bullied or make bad friends outside, so she protects her very much, so sometimes she looks irritable and has a big temper, don't be afraid."

To put it bluntly, it's capitalized as a pet-sister madman.

A trace of envy appeared in his eyes, Jiang Beiyu withdrew his gaze, shook his head slightly at Song Zhiwei, and said, "No, I'm not afraid of Brother Nanjia."

Not only not afraid, but also like it very much.

After chatting with Ning Weitong for a few unhappy words and hanging up the phone, Ning Nanjia came back with a gloomy face.

Song Zhiwei, Ning Fuyuan and Jiang Beiyu had already finished their dinner, one was going to go out for a walk in a nearby small park, and the two were setting up a chess game and getting ready to play chess.

The helper was washing dishes in the kitchen, and Ning Nanjia was not in the mood to watch people play chess, so he told Jiang Beiyu that his room was the third from the corner of the second floor, and then went upstairs by himself.

Today's homework has been finished during the day. Ning Nanjia turned on the computer and just played a game. Zou Zikang sent an invitation to form a team. After clicking accept, Ning Nanjia put on the earphones. The life-threatening question came,

"Brother Jia, where did you carry Jiang Yinyin after school?"

Ginger is sinister?Jiang Beiyu?

Frowning slightly, Ning Nanjia interrupted him wearily, "Are you stuck or are you on the repeater?"

Zou Zikang was quiet for a while, then slowed down his speech and asked him, "Brother Jia~, where did you carry Jiang Yinyin? I'm really, really, really curious~"

The goosebumps on his body were forced out by Zou Zikang's weird and sticky tone. Ning Nanjia immediately turned off the microphone, tapped the keyboard and replied, "You hurt his knee and he dare not go home. I Take him home."

The chat page was silent for a moment, and then the screen was swiped by countless big red exclamation marks. Zou Zikang's words seemed to follow his vitality, and the blood-red and bold characters popped out like weird blood books.

"Brother Jia, how could you lure wolves into the house!"

"You must protect yourself!"

"Otherwise, I will die with regret!!!!"

Those fonts that were capitalized and bolded were too weird, and Ning Nanjia couldn't stand it after just a second glance. She quickly closed the webpage and the computer, completely breaking her mind to continue playing games.

The time displayed by the wall clock on the wall was just after eight o'clock. Ning Nanjia sat on the chair and slumped for a while, then picked up the pajamas on the sofa and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out of the shower, he was about to go downstairs to get a glass of water. Jiang Beiyu's voice sounded outside the door,

"Brother Nanjia, are you free now?"

Ning Nanjia took advantage of the opportunity to open the door, and saw Jiang Beiyu holding the door frame with one hand, his injured left knee was slightly bent, and he bent over to look like his head was only up to his chin, and his expression looked like a beautiful and docile puppy. Waiting for the owner to open the door.

Ning Nanjia reached out to help him, "Are you finished playing chess?"

"Well," Jiang Beiyu slowly walked into the room with Ning Nanjia, holding the white wrist in front of him that was still stained with water, "Your grandfather is so powerful, I almost couldn't beat him."

Thinking he heard it wrong, Ning Nanjia raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked uncertainly, "You won?"

The narrow and bright black eyes were slightly stained with a slight smile, and the corners of Jiang Beiyu's mouth slightly raised, revealing two small canine teeth, "Well, Brother Nanjia, am I serious?"

Black and white eyes were bright, if there was a tail behind Jiang Beiyu, it would probably be wagging at this moment, Ning Nanjia looked at his expression, couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth slightly,

"Well, it's pretty impressive."

After getting the affirmation, the smile in Jiang Beiyu's eyes deepened, and his long and narrow eyes were bent into two beautiful crescent shapes, "Then can I ask Brother Nanjia to do me a favor?"

Ning Nanjia didn't know what he wanted to help, but if the soft and obedient Jiang Beiyu asked, he would usually not refuse, "Say it."

"It's too hot, I want to take a shower." Wei Wei tugged at his sweaty and sticky clothes, Jiang Beiyu held his wrist, and asked him in a low voice, "So can you trouble Brother Nan Jia, Help me take a shower?"

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