Male supporting brother [Quick Transmigration]

There was a flash of inspiration, and upon hearing the sound, he suddenly recalled an ordinary face, and the owner of that face also had a pair of narrow and affectionate phoenix eyes, which was particularly impressive.

"Ah—" The sudden exclamation interrupted Wen Sheng's thoughts, and it was Wen Sili who rushed down with the bag in his hand: "Brother?" He hid the bag behind him, feeling a little guilty.

Wen Sheng's mind was no longer on the shirt: "Si Li, you take Uncle Zhao and the others up, they want to see Little Fusang."

"Oh... okay." Even though he didn't know why, Wen Sili left with the three of them, and only Zhao Lingji stayed where she was.

Zhao Lingji saw that Wen Sheng seemed to have something to say: "What do you want to say?"

Wen Sheng's eyes were deep, he stared at him for a moment and was about to speak, his eyes suddenly drifted behind him, and his expression suddenly became serious: "Su Ji?"

"What!" Zhao Lingji turned her head subconsciously, the panic in her eyes was too late to hide.

However, the entire hall was neat and empty, and there were no other people.Zhao Lingji immediately realized that she had been cheated, and turned to look at Wen Sheng with some dissatisfaction in her eyes: "Why are you so surprised?"

Hearing the sound did not answer, Zhao Lingji's reaction was fully seen by him, and then turned into a stern look: "Where did you hide Wangxu Realm?"

"What Wangxu Realm? What are you talking about today?" Zhao Lingji brushed her hair that was too long on her forehead, and walked towards the bar while talking: "Is there any wine?"

Wen Sheng pointed to himself: "It's in your hands."

The sudden embarrassment made Zhao Lingji silent for a moment, yes, he brought wine today.

"I mean the wine opener." After Zhensheng corrected him, he began to search again.

Wen Sheng didn't intend to let him go like this: "Is hide-and-seek fun? Just like making trouble so much?"

"It's strange, the house of the richest man in Dongling doesn't even have a wine opener? Is it a loss of morality or a distortion of human nature?" Zhao Lingji muttered to herself.

"Why did you follow?"

"Ah...here!"

"Do you want to kill me again?"

"boom--"

The bottle cap opened with a bang.

"Would you like a drink?" Zhao Lingji raised her hand.

Wen Sheng leaned on the side of the armrest and looked at Zhao Lingji from a distance, his eyes were dark and obscure.Hearing the sound, Zhao Lingji didn't speak and didn't do anything else, she just waited quietly.

This suffocating silence was finally broken by Wen Sili, who hurried down the stairs again, still carrying the bag from before, when he suddenly bumped into the scene downstairs and almost fell to the ground:

"what……"

Fortunately, he grabbed the handrail and stopped in time: "Brother... you scared me to death, what are you doing?"

Hearing the sound, he blinked his eyes and came back to his senses: "No, you can do whatever you want."

Zhao Lingji was satisfied with the reply, and was even in the mood to talk to Wen Sili: "Little friend, do you want an iced Coke? It's very sweet."

Wen Sili had black lines on his face, and waved his hands again and again: "No need, I can't drink well..."

Hearing the sound, he turned his head and asked him, "Why did you come down so quickly?"

"Mom said it's time for dinner, let me come down and take a look." Wen Sili said while hiding the bag behind his back.

Hearing the sound, he nodded: "I'll go and see, you lose yours." As he said that, he went to the back kitchen.

Wen Sili followed carefully, just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he might as well be startled when he suddenly turned around: "Ah...brother?"

"Waste clothes are recyclable garbage, but in view of the state of the clothes in your hands, I suggest you wash them first." After leaving these words, he didn't stop after hearing the sound.

Wen Sili: "..."

Is my acting skills too bad or your sense of smell is too sensitive?

Zhao Lingji had been watching the interaction between the two brothers at the bar, and when Wen Sili came back after throwing away the trash, his cup had bottomed out: "Don't you think he's annoying?"

"What?" Wen Sili hesitated, "Are you talking to me?"

"What else? I'll talk about myself?" Zhao Lingji raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, what did you just say?" Wen Sili scratched his head.

"I said that stinky ice, don't you think he's annoying?"

"Smelly... ice cubes?" Wen Sili didn't understand.

"Your brother, oh your brother!" Zhao Lingji was getting impatient.

"No, my brother is not cold at all, and he is not annoying at all," Wen Sili said seriously, "Although you are Lingke's brother, it doesn't mean that I will tolerate you slandering my brother. He treats me very well." Well, he is very kind to everyone around him, you are not allowed to call him stinky ice."

"Oh," Zhao Lingji sneered, put down her glass and went upstairs, "Indifferent, stubborn, self-righteous, saying he smells like ice is just flattery."

His voice was not low, and Wen Sili could hear it clearly: "Why do you say that about my brother? You don't even know him! You don't even know how good he is!"

"I don't know who else in the world of Asura knows him better than me..."

"What did you say?" Wen Sili couldn't hear this sentence clearly.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Lingji stopped and explained: "I said your brother is just a lump of stinky ice cubes and stinky shit, a stubborn and peerless stupid beep!"

Wen Sili's pupils shrank when he was shocked by Zhao Lingji's sudden swearing, he tried to curse back, but he couldn't say it for a long time.

"Little fool." Zhao Lingji laughed again before leaving.

Wen Sili was extremely angry, but he couldn't be as shameless as him, so he could only stand there and clench his fists...

After dinner, Zhao Jiadong and his wife left. They were not as idle as Cha Su and Wen Qianyun.However, these two people who were very free could not stay for long. They had a temporary schedule, so they had to leave early.

Wen Sili hugged little Fusang reluctantly to send them away, but turned his head but smiled so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes: "Little Fusang, from today onwards, uncle will play with you, uncle's quilt is very comfortable~"

"Ah..." What responded to him was a chubby smiling face.

The smile on Wen Sili's face lasted until he entered the door, and the smile disappeared when he faced Zhao Lingji who was lying on the sofa: "Who told you to touch the rattle? It belongs to Little Fusang! You robber!"

Zhao Lingji wasn't afraid at all, instead she shook her head: "Why can't you scold anyone? Do you want me to teach you? After all, I'm also your half brother."

"Who cares? I don't have one?" Wen Sili's indignation was interrupted by Xiaotuanzi in his arms.

Little Fusang became excited when he heard the sound of the rattle drum, and kept grabbing his hands in Zhao Lingji's direction: "Ah! Ah..."

The little short legs were still jumping and jumping, wishing they could fly over by themselves.

"Want?" Zhao Lingji tilted her chin and shook her side: "I want to come and get it."

If eyes can kill, Zhao Lingji has already been pierced into a sieve by Wen Sili: "Don't pay attention to him, he is a bad person, uncle will take you to play with cars..."

Little Fusang refused, and grabbed his collar and tugged towards the sofa. Wen Sili didn't want to go, but a burst of aggrieved cries suddenly sounded while tugging.

Wen Sili panicked immediately: "Don't cry, don't cry! Isn't it just a rattle? Go get it!"

Zhao Lingke, who was on the phone on the balcony, heard the sound: "Why is Little Fusang crying?"

Zhao Lingji smiled and hugged the meat dumpling and put it on her stomach, pillowing her arm and shaking the drum: "Do you want it? Come... hey... I can't reach it..."

"Ah!" Little Fusang was still very energetic at first, but after being teased many times, a cloud of mist suddenly gathered in his eyes, and he looked very wronged: "Woooo..."

Zhao Lingke couldn't stand it anymore: "Brother, give it to her, give it to her quickly!"

Wen Sili's heart was broken when he saw it, and he rolled up his sleeves to grab him, but Zhao Lingji dodged it nimbly, and fled a few meters away with Xiao Fusang in his arms.The two of them chased each other, making Xiao Fusang's clothes a little messy.

The scene in front of him flashed and changed, and Little Fusang thought they were teasing him, but he started giggling after a while.

But soon the laughter stopped abruptly, and after a while, Wen Sili also stopped.He looked at little Fusang thoughtfully, who was quiet at the moment, frowning as if in a daze.

Zhao Lingji was a little dissatisfied when she heard that Si Li stopped suddenly: "Why don't you chase after me? You don't want the child anymore?"

Wen Sili regained his senses, pursed his lips and pretended to be serious: "No more, you can hold yourself and play."

"How can I do that, you should..." Zhao Lingji weighed the meatball in her arms, and was interrupted by a series of explosions resounding from the ceiling in the middle of her speech.

He vaguely felt some heat in his stomach, lowered his head in doubt, and suddenly met a pair of big black and foggy eyes.

However, after only one glance, Zhao Lingji quickly looked away, all his attention had been attracted by a yellowish unidentified object in his abdomen.

"Hahahahahaha!" At this moment, Wen Sili couldn't help it anymore, and laughed convulsively while holding his stomach: "Little Fusang...you will be very quiet until you swear, hahaha..."

The original diapers had loosened at some point, hanging on Little Fusang's legs precariously.

Zhao Lingji's complexion became gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he held the little Fusang and stretched his arms to distance himself, as if he was about to throw people out in the next second.

At this moment, Wen Sheng came down from upstairs with a diaper in hand: "Si Li, it's almost time...huh?"

The overly quiet atmosphere made Wen Sheng vigilant, he glanced around and quickly landed on Zhao Lingji, frowning slightly: "Have you pulled it already?"

Zhao Lingji gritted her teeth: "What are you still doing? Take it away!"

Hearing the sound, he suddenly remembered something, he had indeed mentioned in Space Roaring Sky that this person was unlucky because he was unlucky.

Little Fusang is always punctual whether he is drinking milk or giving birth, why is it early today?And it happened to be on Zhao Lingji's body?

Everything is an arrangement of fate.

The most innocent one was little Fusang, she ticked off her panties which had fallen to her knees, she seemed to realize something, she couldn't see her crying, she just turned her head to hear the sound and shed tears.

Hearing the sound, he couldn't refuse, so he raised his hand to pick her up and walked to the bathroom: "Si Li, call someone over."

Little Fusang helped Wen Sili to avenge his revenge, so he couldn't say how happy he was at the moment: "Okay!"

When Little Fusang cleaned up and came out again, Zhao Lingji also changed into clean clothes, which were temporarily taken from Wen Sheng's closet. He was very disgusted: "As long as there are other choices, I will never wear the same clothes as you!"

"It was worn by me." Wen Sheng corrected: "There is no need to return it."

After being exhausted by little Fusang, Wen Sili had already left in order to put her to sleep. Zhao Lingke was afraid that Zhao Lingji would cause trouble again, so he quickly offered to leave.

On the way back, Zhao Lingji didn't calm down, because she was so close and didn't drive, she kicked the gravel in front of her, and the next moment, the gravel bounced back and hit his ankle: "Hiss..."

He staggered two steps while clutching his feet, and said to himself: "Whoever sets up any variables, the executor should perform the task well, what is there to do? There is true love in the world... A group of psychopaths..."

He rambled on for a while without getting a response, and stopped in wonder.

Because of this sudden silence, Zhao Lingke, who was flying his fingertips at the screen, stopped for a moment, and turned his phone sideways to show doubts: "Go on, why don't you say anything?"

Zhao Lingji twitched her brows lightly: "Who are you chatting with?"

"Who else can it be, Wen Sili!" After being confident and confident, Zhao Lingke quickly walked a few steps and quickly left him behind.

Zhao Lingji was a few steps taller and taller and caught up. He glanced at Zhao Lingke with ulterior motives, and said casually: "If you really want to deceive people, you'd better deceive those with brains. It's boring to deceive people who are too stupid."

Zhao Lingke raised his eyes: "What do you want to say?"

Zhao Lingji leaned over slightly, with a bit of malicious intent: "For example, his brother is a fool."

Zhao Lingke snorted: "Why don't I become the world's richest man with that brain?"

Zhao Lingji's expression darkened when she heard the words: "You admit it?"

"Admit what?" Zhao Lingke immediately denied: "What did I say to me, I'm just guessing!"

This beating made Zhao Lingke unhappy, so she pushed Zhao Lingji: "Don't block the way."

The girl's figure quickly disappeared around the corner. After a long time, Zhao Lingji seemed to come back to herself and said to herself: "Is there something wrong with my brain? The stinky ice thing has nothing to do with me... The messier the better..."

After snorting coldly, the road returned to emptiness in a blink of an eye.

The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Midnight Wu Ge;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Changxue and Midnight Wuge 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：陈情40瓶；新知、烊6瓶；小鱼晒太阳、我就看看不说话、捧书、淮河以南5瓶；沧篟凰3瓶；如见青山、猫咪喵喵2瓶；米露、聊赠相思意、漓荇1瓶；

thanks (bow)