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Wen Sui's back was pressed against the edge of the table, and he was forced to look up. The collar at the back of his neck was still being pulled, and his chin was slightly raised.

He blinked slowly, as if he had hallucinated just now, this kind of words came from Jiang An's mouth?

His brother has been a child of someone else's family since he was a child. He is independent, self-reliant, and strong.

No matter how close the two of them are, among those ordinary details, I am the one who is taken care of more.

It sounds strange at first to open such a mouth suddenly.

He made a fake gesture of picking his ears, and asked back, "What did you say? Do it again?"

"Help, feed me." Jiang An repeated word for word.

Wen Sui twitched the corner of his mouth, and muttered: "You have a broken stomach, not a broken hand, and you'd rather find benefits for yourself."

Jiang An looked at him with a half-smile, moved his fingers from the collar to the back of his neck, and pinched it loosely.

Probably because the sky was fine in the evening, his movements were a little lazy, like scratching a cat.

"I heard you babbling for a long time, and my stomach hurts. Why don't you find some benefits for yourself?"

Caught off guard by the touch, Wen Sui hid aside, unable to believe: "...Are you serious?"

Jiang An's eyes fell on the tense face in front of him, with a face of resistance, but some reddened ears betrayed certain emotions.

He just wanted to tease people on purpose, pampered young master, where did he ever do such a thing of serving others.

But the immediate reaction was really funny, and he couldn't help but let out a hum, his eyelids slightly lowered to see his reaction.

"..." Wen Sui raised his leg and kicked him, with an apologetic tone, "Then think about it."

Jiang An snorted lightly, sat back on the stool slowly, and looked up at him: "So don't call me that again."

Wen Sui has always been somewhat rebellious in his bones.

If you say no, I will.

He tasted these words, quickly took out a spoon from the bag, stirred it in the porridge, took out a spoon and put it in front of his lips.

Jiang An raised his eyebrows, but didn't move. He didn't know which sutra was wrong, why he suddenly changed his temper.

"Then will I be able to cry after I feed it?" Wen Sui smiled warmly, "Come on, little patient, take a bite."

Now it was Jiang An's turn to fall into endless silence.

The mouth is neither open nor closed.

"My young master has never fed anyone like this before, you should be honored." Wen Sui lowered his head, and blew lightly on the spoon, "Little sick, open your mouth, don't burn it."

Jiang An: "..."

Five-year-olds are counterproductive, and three-year-olds can't be more.

Wen Sui's patience reached the extreme, and he smiled flamboyantly: "Little sick, hurry up, don't lose your temper."

If the trouble continued, he would be the one to be tortured. Jiang An was forced to open his business, and when he put a spoonful of hot porridge into his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled.

Then it became logical, one handed the spoon, the other opened his mouth, half a bowl of porridge went down, a strange tacit understanding.

If it wasn't for Wen Sui who had a small patient, Jiang An felt that it was quite enjoyable to be served.

But the quietness of time is used to break it.

The door of the dormitory was suddenly pushed open, Wang Qiyue and Jian Ying stood at the door, looking at this scene of brothers and sisters, their faces were blank.

Wen Sui: "..."

Jiang An: "..."

The hand that fed the porridge trembled slightly.

Wang Qiyue grabbed a handful of hair and stammered, "You, are you busy eating?"

"What nonsense, isn't this just eating? That's right, it's a little different from what I imagined." Jian Ying licked her lower lip, "Ah, I just finished the quarrel, and now it's fast forwarding to poisoning and fighting for family property ? Wen Sui, you are so cruel, you feed Da Lang medicine in a grand manner?"

Wen Sui was not satisfied with this description, and clicked his tongue: "Get lost, can't you see? I'm taking care of a patient."

Jian Ying nodded, and asked sincerely, "Is Jiang Shen suffering from hemiplegia or cerebellar dementia?"

"Really, the spectacle of the year, can I take a picture?" Wang Qiyue took out his mobile phone, quickly pressed the button to shoot, and trembled with laughter while admiring it.

Wen Sui's eyes were sharp and his hand was about to withdraw the feeding hand, and his tone was fierce: "I think you two want to be beaten."

"You guys," Jiang An paused, and glanced at the two of them threateningly, "You have something to talk about, what are you here for?"

"Oh, I ask you to go to the sorority together, starting at six o'clock." Wang Qiyue said with a smile, "This is a good opportunity to meet girls, and the whole freshman year is here."

Jiang An: "Not interested."

Wen Sui: "I don't want to go."

The tone was indifferent and quite disappointing.

"Don't, I promised them that you will definitely go, just help out and show your face." Wang Qiyue raised his phone and said boldly, "As long as you play for 5 minutes, I will delete the photos."

Wen Sui strode over, grabbed the man by the neck and brought him into the room, and suddenly pressed it on the table: "Do you still know the threat? Delete it or not?"

"Brother, brother, it hurts, take it easy." Wang Qiyue almost couldn't catch his breath, and said pitifully, "Please, just do my brother a favor, really."

Wen Sui raised his eyes, and looked at Jiang An for a second.

Discussing: "I'm just too talkative, go ahead. It's only 5 minutes, do you want to go?"

Jiang An tapped the table with his fingertips, and said slowly, "Go."

Wang Qiyue suddenly realized that as long as Wen Sui was under control, Jiang An would be able to submit.

He looked back and forth between the two thoughtfully for a few rounds, and deleted the photos he took: "Deleted, let's go, two big brothers."

Wen Sui stared at his brother getting up, and asked in a low voice, "Does your stomach hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. I ate the porridge fed by someone, and the medicine cured me." Jiang An pulled the stool away and stood up, looking in a good mood.

Wen Sui stared at the back of his head and silently rolled his eyes.

Hey, feeding a meal is quite tiring, and my hands are a little sore.

The evening sky shrouded the entire Beijing University in a gentle atmosphere. The gathering point of the fraternity meeting was in the Winter Garden, and the noisy voices of people could be heard from a distance, creating a commotion.

The silver hair is really eye-catching. As soon as he arrived at the door, he attracted a lot of eyes.All the freshmen who came to participate had heard about this famous man in the past two days, so it was hard not to notice.

Most people have the mentality of making friends, dress up very brightly, and have a serious occasion.Only Wen Sui and Jiang An were still wearing the camouflage trousers they wore during the daytime military training. The two handsome men with slender figures stood there, and it became a clear stream.

Wen Sui glanced around the venue, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Buffet?"

"Yes, there are both Chinese and Western food." Wang Qiyue seemed to be familiar with the organizer, pushing the two of them inside, and greeted warmly, "Eat and drink whatever you want, if Jiang Shen has an upset stomach, there is thick soup over there .”

"Thank you, I'm full." Jiang An looked down at the time, a little impatient.

Wen Sui followed with a sigh: "Renren, I'll leave in a while."

This kind of occasion made him think of some past times for no reason, and was so forced to be taken out by Wen Zhongqing to meet people.

His father is a typical entrepreneur, good at communication and tight-knit.At the beginning, he said in front of the media that he wanted to take care of Jiang An, so he brought it with him on all occasions. When everyone was praised, he was always kind and kind, and he would never forget his kindness.

Wen Sui actually annoys him a lot, it seems that the compensation for Jiang An these years is not from the heart, but more like treating people as a well-valued commodity, or a proof of image.

Thinking of this, he sighed resentfully again, and looked at Wang Qiyue: "Why did you take kickbacks, so caring?"

"Don't you want to join the student union earlier? Earning more is always good." Wang Qiyue scratched his head.

Jian Ying walked around the arena like a flower and a butterfly, then turned around and said, "Why are you still standing here? Three minutes are almost over."

"No, what's the point of this friendship?" Wen Sui casually took a toothpick to string a grape and threw it into his mouth.

Jiang An felt that the surroundings were too noisy, frowned and said, "It's meaningless."

As soon as the words fell, a long-haired girl walked towards them, her eyes flicked back and forth among the handsome guys for a few seconds, and then fixed on the silver-haired body.

"Hello Wen Sui, I'm Li Siyu from the Department of Architecture next door, can I meet you?"

Wen Sui chewed the grapes and nodded slightly as a greeting: "Hi, nice to meet you."

Li Siyu generously handed out his mobile phone, smiled slightly and said, "I mean, can you add a WeChat."

Wen Sui waved his hand, and politely refused: "I'm engaged in micro-business, it will annoy you to death, so don't join me."

"Ah, so..." Li Siyu smiled awkwardly, turned to look at the person next to him, a little uneasy, "Then...Jiang An, you...can you..."

Jiang An put it in his pocket, and his expression was very calm: "I follow him to engage in micro-business, and it's annoying."

The meaning of rejection is almost written on the face.

Wen Sui almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Li Siyu's cheeks were flushed, and she couldn't get off the stage.At any rate, he thought he was good looking, so he took the initiative to ask for a contact information, but was rejected twice in a row.

People around had already looked over, and she looked at Jian Ying helplessly.

"Scan, I'll scan you." Jian Ying took out her phone from time to time, and said with a beep, "Add it, I'll take you to dinner, the desserts over there are pretty good."

The two quickly warmed up and walked away chatting side by side.

After this operation, Wen Sui folded his arms and sighed again and again: "It turned out that I was narrow-minded before, and this is the King of Jinghai."

Wang Qiyue took a sip of his drink and discussed rationally: "The two of you are really alike in coldness. With so many people coming and going, no one wants to get to know you? It doesn't mean that you have to find someone to get to know some The network is also good."

Wen Sui was a little helpless, and threw another grape into his mouth: "I think, with the situation these two days, it's hard for someone not to know me now."

"That's true." Jiang An glanced at him and repeated slowly, "Wen Sui's height is [-], and I love you for a long time."

Wen Sui's ears turned red, and he threatened in a low voice, "You, shut up."

Jiang An's pupils lit up for a moment, and he said jokingly, "It's very literary, and it's pretty good."

"You like it, so I'll write a slogan for you too?" Wen Sui swallowed the grape lazily, and said, "Jiang An is [-], and I love you forever."

"Okay, Chinese is good, I accept this slogan." Jiang An smiled a little casually, and the sense of alienation was instantly reduced.

"Smelly shameless." Wen Sui scolded.

"To each other." Jiang An retorted.

Wang Qiyue really wanted to sit on a small bench and watch a play. These two rejected girls so flatly and indifferently, how could they be so poor when they were a couple.

Feeling sad for the girls present, your male gods only have room for each other.

Probably because the scene where Li Siyu was rejected just now was too murderous and embarrassing.

Within a radius of five meters, no one came close at all.

Jiang An looked at his watch for the third time, and after a long time of patience, he finally said, "5 minutes have passed, I'm leaving."

"Then I'll leave too." Wen Sui quickly ate up the plate of small grapes, and tore off a piece of paper to wipe off the water on his hands, "Little Wang Wang, come on."

The two male gods left the scene together, and Wang Qiyue said with a sad face: "Are you really leaving? See you later."

Wen Sui followed his brother out of the Winter Garden, and after walking a few steps, he felt that the route was not quite right.

"Aren't you going back to the dormitory?"

"You go back first, I have other things to do, so I need to go out of school."

"Why are you so secretive all day long, what kind of plane are you flying?" Wen Sui muttered, "It's up to you, be careful that I will lock the door at night and not let you in."

Jiang An's expression remained motionless, a little provocative: "I'm really scared."

Wen Sui waved his hand impatiently, turned his head and walked in another direction.

Jiang An took a shortcut along the path and left the school gate. It was meal time, and the streets became lively, with hurried pedestrians everywhere.

After walking a few hundred meters, he turned into a store with a signboard of "Sister Huang Hot Pot".

The little girl at the door saw the person coming, and greeted warmly: "Handsome guy, can you eat alone?"

"He was recruited just yesterday, he's not sensible." The manager next to him quickly greeted him, and introduced in a low voice, "Don't shout, this is the owner of our store."

"So young? I heard that he seems to be an uncle in his 50s..." The little girl asked in a low voice.

Jiang secretly smiled and explained: "You are talking about Uncle Huang, he is in Wucheng."

"Jiang An is the owner of our directly-operated store. Forget it, you don't understand. Anyway, Boss Jiang is young and promising, and he just revived this brand." The manager rubbed his hands and said in a kind tone, "You are very busy studying. Well, you don’t need to come here every day, now that the two-month trial operation has passed, everything is normal.”

Jiang An walked around the store, returned to the counter, tapped the table with his knuckles: "Show me the account book."

"Hey, okay. School just started these two days, business is going well, don't worry." The manager took out a thick stack from the locked cabinet, "Look slowly, I'll go to the lobby to watch."

"Okay, thanks for your hard work." Jiang An nodded and quickly checked the accounts.

After clearing the running water, he sat in the store until 11:30, calculated the turnover rate, and the business was indeed good.

Choosing this store was also a bit selfish, Wen Sui liked this taste very much, and he couldn't help himself seeing this brand disappear, so he invested money into the stock, took charge of the operation, and finally persuaded the boss to open a branch near Beijing University.

Now it seems that the original judgment is indeed no problem.

According to the accounts, the profit in one year is also very considerable, which can be divided into a lot.

The pointer on the wall slowly pointed to 11:30. Jiang secretly went into the back kitchen and took an insulated box, filled it with hot water, and put a box of milk in it to warm it.

After finishing all this and greeting the manager, he walked slowly back to the dormitory with the bag in his hand.

Probably because he was tired today, Wen Sui went to bed early, the light was not turned on in the room, and there was only a faint sound of breathing.

The moonlight shone on the boy's peaceful sleeping face, his eyelashes drooped, his usual arrogance faded, and he looked quite obedient.

Jiang An put the incubator next to his pillow, went into the bathroom softly to wash up, and lay back on his bed.

Wen Sui didn't sleep well, he was in a trance, he had a dream.

In the noisy back kitchen, the hot pot base of the big pot was tumbling. Jiang An was wearing short sleeves, showing a strong arm, washing the heat preservation box by the sink.

On the messy stove next to it, there were several layers of high plates, and there were oil stains and residues everywhere.

Countless chefs passed by behind him, carrying Jiugong grids and dishes, looking very busy.

Wen Sui frowned, and suddenly woke up from the dream.

Dreamed, and dreamed about Jiang An again, 3 times.

He propped up the bed and sat up, touched the insulation box next to the pillow with his fingers, opened it, and found a box of warmed milk inside.

This box, like the one seen in the dream, must have been brought back by Jiang An.

Wen Sui sat on the edge of the bed, bent his legs, inserted the straw in his mouth, and took two lazily sucks.

The temperature is just right, and it goes down the throat and reaches the stomach, which is very comfortable.

Is it because I am afraid that I will steal milk at night, so I heat it up specially?It's very sweet.

It's just that dream, it seems so real, it's so real that it makes people feel that the heart is blocked and flustered.

So when he came back so late every day, did he do odd jobs in the back kitchen to make money?

Washing dishes like this every day, even if it is five hours a day, how much can you earn?

Those hands should be used for inscriptions, how can they be soaked in the sink?

I haven't seen you in the past few years, what kind of impoverished life did he live in?

Could it be that the hot pot brought back from the meeting on the first day was exchanged for part-time wages?

The owner of this store is really, such a talented student, how can he arrange a lobby manager?

A lot of questions swirled in his mind, and the more Wen Sui thought about it, the more distressed he became, and the more he thought about it, the more irritable he became.

No, even if you want to work part-time in the store, you can't do this.

So with a straw in his mouth, he clicked on Xie Mingzhi's WeChat, and typed:

[Mom, I want to buy a hot pot restaurant, pay for it]

The author has something to say: Wen Sui: He is so poor, I want to be the boss and let him be the lobby manager

Jiang An: ... My wealthy wife wants to buy my store, why don't she buy me together?

I've been stuck in a strange place for a long time, I'm late, all comments have red envelopes, happy new year!