The male protagonist of the quick wear is obsessed with me

Wei Mingyu took out his cell phone and called his brother who was pinned to the top of the page.

Soon, the video was connected.

Zhou Chongjing on the other side of the camera seemed to be eating. He was leaning lazily at the dining table with his head slightly lowered. His perfect face with no blind spots in 360 degrees was facing the screen, exuding charming charm.

At this moment, his eyes were just aimed at the camera, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the screen, making people's heart beat faster.

After receiving the video call from his sister, the man couldn't help but smile brightly. He was about to say something naughty, but was stopped by the quick-witted Wei Mingyu: "Brother, someone is looking for you."

Jiang Yao, who was standing by, came over anxiously: "Mr. Zhou, can you please let Xu Fei go this time because I saved you before?"

"Ok?"

Zhou Chongjing glanced at Jiang Yao. Although he had no memory of the recent period, his special assistant had already told him about the matter in general, so he quickly understood the current situation.

The man leaned back in his chair, his whole body instantly filled with an oppressive feeling. He said to Jiang Yao coldly: "Student Jiang, I remember I told you very clearly last time. As for Xu Fei, he brought this upon himself. I will never let him go. You should just give up on this idea."

Hearing the man's merciless words, Jiang Yao was like a chicken being strangled by the neck. After a long time, she uttered a dry sentence: "Impossible!"

"Mr. Zhou, can you use the five million you gave me last time to exchange for..."

Jiang Yao wanted to beg Zhou Chongjing again, but the other party was not willing to talk to her at all.

Zhou Zhongjing turned to look at Wei Mingyu, his eyes suddenly warmed up, and his tone softened: "Sister, will you be back at noon?"

He pointed the camera at the dining table covered with a blue floral tablecloth. On it was an exquisite white porcelain bowl filled with rich, golden chicken soup. Next to it was a dish of greasy green vegetables. It looked light and delicious.

Wei Mingyu noticed that in the lower left corner of the video, Zhou Chongjing's slender hands with distinct joints were tightly holding dark chopsticks. The sharp contrast between black and white formed a unique visual impact, with an irresistible sexy temptation.

Hearing his brother's words, Wei Mingyu said helplessly: "Brother, I have something else to do in the afternoon, so I won't be back at noon. You should eat your meal obediently."

Zhou Chongjing felt a little disappointed, but he didn't show it: "Well, remember to eat, I'll wait for you at home."

"Okay, goodbye brother."

"Goodbye, sister."

After hanging up the video, Zhou Chongjing exhaled heavily, but his chest still felt a little stuffy.

In fact, Zhou Chongjing knew very well that Wu Ma had already delivered the meal, and according to common sense, his sister would most likely not come home at noon.

But deep in his heart he still held a glimmer of hope, hoping that his sister would appear in front of him as usual.

After all, they had just been together and Zhou Chongjing didn't want to be separated from her.

Before Wu Ma brought him lunch at noon, he had been thinking about what he should do to make Wei Mingyu like him more after she came back.

However, as time passed, Zhou Chongjing's expectations gradually fell through.

He couldn't help but start to wonder: Why didn't my sister come home?

Did you get into some trouble at school?

Or was it because she was not feeling well that she didn't come back?

When he is not with his sister, do many boys confess their love to her?

All kinds of speculations came to Zhou Chongjing's mind, making him feel even more depressed.

Then, Wu Ma's arrival directly shattered all his expectations.

I don’t know if it was because he was sick or because he was feeling uncomfortable, but he didn’t enjoy the meal at all.

When Zhou Chongjing received Wei Mingyu's video, he felt like he came back to life instantly.

*

After resolving Jiang Yao's issue, Wei Mingyu, Tian Tian and the other two went to a restaurant they often ate at to have dinner.

Halfway through the meal, Tian Tian couldn't help but ask, "Mingyu, your brother seems to be a little weird towards you?"

Tian Tian's words were a little vague, but Wei Mingyu understood. She lowered her eyes to look at the white rice in the bowl and said softly, "It's okay."

"But Zhou Chongjing's behavior is a bit too much." Tian Tian was afraid that her little sister would be bullied, so she quickly began to give examples.

"Although he is a good brother in some ways, he is too strict with you. You are not a child anymore. You are an adult and you can find a boyfriend."

"Besides, which siblings would hug each other when they are that old? There is clearly something wrong with him."

Wei Mingyu laughed and retorted, "It's not a kiss."

Tian Tian looked at her suspiciously, and suddenly she had a bold guess in her mind. She widened her eyes and exclaimed, "You guys?"

Facing his friend's question, Wei Mingyu nodded calmly and told the truth: "It's just what you think."

She hadn't thought of hiding it from her friends, and even if not now, they would know it in the future.

"You...just be happy."

Tian Tian originally wanted to persuade him, but when she thought of Zhou Chongjing's superior looks and background, she suddenly felt that it was not impossible for him to be with her little sister.

The two people opposite didn't understand their conversation at all and looked at them in confusion.

Ling Ling asked, "What on earth are you two talking about? I don't understand."

Tian Tian stood up, reached across the table and touched Ling Ling's head, saying lovingly, "Silly child, eat quickly."

"Wow, you're taking advantage of me!"

The two of them started fighting instantly, and Xu Lu, who was unable to dodge, was forced to join in.

Wei Mingyu looked at his friends quietly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

*

In the empty and lonely living room, Zhou Chongjing lay quietly on the sofa where Wei Mingyu often sat, as if he could feel the warmth and breath she once left behind.

He was holding a small yellow pillow tightly in his arms. That was Wei Mingyu's favorite thing to hold when watching TV.

"Xiao Yu..." Zhou Chongjing murmured softly, his dizzy head in a mess.

He buried his head deeply in the pillow, greedily breathing in the faint fragrance that remained on it.

The familiar smell made him feel at ease, as if Wei Mingyu was right beside him.

At this moment, there was a slight noise at the door, followed by a clear voice: "Brother, I'm back."