My nemesis brother looks at me very strangely

The window was covered by thick black curtains, and Jiang Beiyu didn't know how long he had slept. When he woke up, he was stung by the dazzling light above his head. He closed his eyes for a while, and just lifted the quilt and sat up. I saw the time displayed on the wall clock on the wall.

It's already eight o'clock in the evening.

He was about to get up and go downstairs to eat something when he suddenly heard a sound from the window.

"giggle"

It looked like someone was knocking on the glass outside.

At first, Jiang Beiyu thought he heard it wrong, but after going into the bathroom to wash up, the sound kept ringing, and it became louder and louder, as if it could keep ringing if he didn't care about it.

After hesitating for a moment, he walked to the window, stretched out his hand and opened the heavy curtains on both sides with a "crash", and then pushed open the glass window covered with black frosted paper to the left.

In the dark night, Ning Nanjia was standing by the window, only his upper body was exposed, and his hand was still raised to knock on the window. It seemed that because of the wind blowing for a long time, his hair was slightly disheveled, and his expression was a little stiff. Of course, but it didn't affect the beauty of his face in the slightest.

Seeing someone standing outside the window of one's bedroom suddenly, a normal person would definitely be startled, but if that person was Ning Nanjia, Jiang Beiyu not only didn't find it scary, but was also pleasantly surprised.

Stretching his arms around Ning Nanjia's thin shoulders and dragging him to him, Jiang Beiyu poked his head to look at the place where he was standing. After making sure it was safe, he lowered his head to look at him. His hoarse voice was slightly trembling,

"How did you come?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to see me?"

In the dark night, Ning Nanjia's clear eyes were brighter than the hot sun.

Because the place where he was standing was a bit low, he raised his head slightly, tiptoed and gently kissed Jiang Beiyu's eyes, "Uncle Zhong didn't know why he was crazy, and he wouldn't open the door for me no matter what, so I had to climb up the water pipe."

Ning Nanjia's words suddenly stained his hard eyes with a little astringency. Jiang Beiyu endured the complicated emotions in his heart, and stretched out his hand to pull the cold Ning Nanjia up.

After entering the room, Ning Nanjia discovered that Jiang Beiyu had slap marks on his face, not only that, but also several finger marks on his neck, which looked a little scary on his pale skin.

"What happened? Who hit you?"

"It's okay," stretching out his hand to hug Ning Nanjia into his arms, Jiang Beiyu put his cheek against his neck, and said lightly, "It's just a dispute with my mother, didn't you go to investigate Pei Xin's affairs? ? Why did you come to find me?"

There was a slight weight on the shoulders, very light, Ning Nanjia supported the back of Jiang Beiyu's head, let him hold it and answered him in a low voice,

"It's all good. The person who slandered you is called Zhang Dongqi. He confessed to the police himself, and he didn't push Pei Xin. Pei Xin fell down accidentally, and it has nothing to do with you."

"That's good."

With the recording in hand, Zhang Dongqi barely struggled and followed him to the government affairs building to find the police who hadn't left yet and told the truth.

Holding Ning Nanjia in his arms a little tighter, Jiang Beiyu asked him in a hoarse and low voice, "Did you really doubt me? No one believed me."

He knew that Zheng Yiqian was going to discuss with Jiang Mingfeng, and the two of them planned to pay some money to suppress this matter. From the beginning to the end, no one wanted to ask him about it.

Seemingly aware of Jiang Beiyu's extra viscous vigor at the moment, Ning Nanjia was hugged by him, rubbed his palm lightly against his hair, and answered him naturally in a low voice,

"Believe it, I'll believe it if you tell me."

Maybe he was skeptical before, but after Jiang Beiyu said "Trust me", he didn't think about it anymore.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his head resting on his neck lifted slightly, and then Jiang Beiyu's soft and cold mouth covered it.

A gentle, slow and passionate kiss, the entanglement of lips and teeth brought out the throbbing and green love of young people.

After the kiss was over, Jiang Beiyu lowered his head slightly, put his mouth on his Adam's apple, licked and bit it twice, and when he left, he pecked again reluctantly, and then slowly whispered,

"Ning Nanjia, I really like you very much."

Before his shortness of breath calmed down, Ning Nanjia propped one hand on the table. Facing Jiang Beiyu's sudden confession, he raised a pair of clear and moist eyes in a daze, but quickly responded,

"I know."

Jiang Beiyu was amused by his straightforward answer, and the corners of his mouth raised a little. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the slight sound of a car moving outside the window.

It's Zheng Yizheng who's back.

Reluctantly, his eyes slid across Ning Nanjia's handsome and gentle face. He suppressed the strong emotion in his heart, pretended to be relaxed and lowered his head to kiss his cheek, and said a little apologetically:

"Brother Nanjia, you may be wronged to climb the water pipe again. My mother is back. I'll talk to you when I go to school tomorrow, okay?"

Climbing the water pipe is really not a big deal, Ning Nanjia nodded without hesitation, bent his index finger and flicked Jiang Beiyu's forehead lightly, and said, "Then remember to call Uncle Zhong to paint it for you later." medicine, or I can apply it to you tomorrow."

Jiang Beiyu obediently replied "Yes", then took out a thin coat from the closet and handed it to him.

"Put on my clothes, it's cold outside."

Jiang Beiyu was as tall as him now, her shoulders seemed to be a little longer, and her clothes fit her perfectly.

After putting on his coat and stepping on the window sill with one foot to get out, Ning Nanjia suddenly felt that he was a bit like the poor boy in the TV drama who had a private meeting with a daughter.

An interesting idea suddenly popped up in the poor boy's mind. Holding the window with his left hand, he hooked his fingers towards Jiang Beiyu.

The young master who didn't know what to say followed his lure and walked to the window, his thick long eyelashes like crow feathers fluttered suspiciously just now, his eyes suddenly darkened, and a kiss fell on his cheek lightly, impartially. Leaning, it happened to land on that little bruised finger print.

It was as if she had exhausted her gentleness, licking his wounds.

"Jiang Beiyu, I really like you too."

The young man's clear and shallow eyes are as bright as stars, and the love flowing in his eyes is gentle and warm, like a bright light piercing through the entire darkness, he said,

"Wait until I come to take you home."

Jiang Beiyu forgot exactly how he answered. He looked at Ning Nanjia's figure walking farther and farther in the night, and suddenly had an urge to jump out of the window to catch up. Then he hugged him and told him, I want to go back to you right now. Home, I miss it very much.

The backlog of bitterness in his eyes became slightly heavier, Jiang Beiyu wiped his face vigorously, and just when he straightened up, Zheng Yiyi's voice came from outside the door,

"Xiao Yu, it's mom, I have something to tell you."

......

Jiang Beiyu hadn't come to class for two days. During the lunch break, Ning Nanjia held the phone, and made another call out of boredom, but it was still turned off.

He dug up the chat records with Zhong Hourong again, and the time stopped at this morning.He asked why Jiang Beiyu didn't come to school, and Zhong Hourong said that the young master was a little uncomfortable.

Feeling a little irritated by waiting, Ning Nanjia wanted to call Zhong Hourong directly, but before he could press the button, Zhong Hourong called first.

With shortness of breath and a panicked tone, Zhong Hourong said: "The madam is dead, and the young master has run away."

At first glance, these two things seemed to have nothing to do with each other, but when they were really connected, Ning Nanjia's heart trembled suddenly, and he ran to Zheng's mansion almost without any hesitation.

The police cordoned off the door, and when Ning Nanjia rushed in, she immediately saw Zheng Yizhen lying on the floor of the living room with a knife stuck in her chest, covered in blood and dying.

With just one glance, he felt his scalp numb and his heart split, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be frozen in reverse flow.

There was no light in the room, and the large expanse of dried blood dyed the dress on Zheng Yizheng's body into a dirty dark red. The window of the living room was closed tightly, and the splashed blood flowed all over the floor.

Zhong Hourong stood aside and was questioned by the police. Ning Nanjia didn't listen much, but vaguely remembered that he said that Jiang Beiyu had a dispute with Zheng Yizheng, and he just went out to do some errands. When he came back, he found Zheng Yizheng dead. And Jiang Beiyu was missing.

The young policeman who was in charge of recording said firmly: "It must be that he killed his mother and then fled in fear of crime."

As soon as he finished speaking, a deep and gentle youthful voice refuted him, "Jiang Beiyu didn't do it."

As soon as the young policeman turned his head, he saw a slender boy in a school uniform standing behind him, and he let out a strange "hey".

His body was trembling slightly, and Ning Nanjia's clear and shallow eyes were full of restrained and raging anger. He stared at the face of the little policeman, and repeated every word: "Jiang Beiyu didn't do it, he doesn't know how to kill people." .”

The young policeman frowned, then turned to ask Zhong Hourong, "Who is this kid?"

Glancing at Ning Nanjia from the air, Zhong Hourong said: "Master Ning belongs to the young master, friend."

"It turned out to be just friends." The little policeman raised his hand unhappily and rushed away, "You can't come in casually at the murder scene, kid, you'd better go back to school quickly."

Ning Nanjia didn't move, she yanked the hand he extended, and then twisted it back and pressed it on his back.

The bones were pulled so painfully that the pen and paper in his hand fell to the ground. The young policeman wrinkled his face in pain and said angrily: "You dare to attack the police, believe it or not, I will arrest you!"

"Catch it, you're a piece of trash who jumps to conclusions without investigating anything."

Just when the two were at a stalemate, a steady voice suddenly came in from the side, the tone was not too harsh, and it meant to reprimand the junior,

"Ning Nanjia, do you believe that sooner or later you will be in trouble like this?"

Seeing someone coming, the little policeman immediately opened his mouth as if he saw a savior, and shouted: "Captain Liu, quickly arrest this kid, he attacked the police."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Zhenghong raised his hand and gave him a slap on the back of the head, "You can't even beat a child, Meng Haiyang, all the training you did in the police force was fed to dogs, right?"

Meng Haiyang pursed his lips a little bit aggrieved, thinking that it wasn't his fault, it was because this kid had strange powers, infinite power, and he looked vicious at first glance.

After teaching his subordinates a lesson, Liu Zhenghong turned his gaze back to Ning Nanjia, who was furious in his eyes, and said calmly, "Let go."

Ning Nanjia not only didn't let go, but also increased his strength and pressed suddenly, Meng Haiyang immediately let out an "ah".

Feeling embarrassed, Liu Zhenghong yelled sternly, "Ning Nanjia, don't you even listen to me? Do you want me to call your grandma over?"

Ning Nanjia gave a "tsk" irritably, but obediently let go.

Once Meng Haiyang was free, he quickly picked up the pen and paper on the ground to do other things.

There was a lingering ferocity on the young man's clear and shallow eyes. Liu Zhenghong looked at him, frowned and asked, "Why do you say that Jiang Beiyu didn't kill him?"

Suppressing the irritability in his heart, Ning Nanjia took a deep breath, and answered him as calmly as possible,

"Jiang Beiyu is dizzy with blood, have you ever seen a blood-sick person who can choke someone to death and then run out, there's blood all over here, when he wakes up, he faints again, wakes up, wakes up, faints again, how can he abscond in fear of crime? "

[The author has something to say]: Again, it’s not youth pain literature. Don’t worry, everyone. After passing this hurdle, the wolf cub will grow up completely, and he can concentrate on studying a hundred ways to eat prey.