The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

It was not appropriate to make a fuss outside, so Chu Xiao took the lead and stepped into the room.

Although Qiao Qingyun's courtyard is on East Street, it is not very big, with a main house and two side rooms.

The four of them sat in the main room, where there was a charcoal stove and the tea gave off a faint aroma.

Qiao Qingyun brewed the tea and poured a cup for each of them before he spoke: "Since you two are here, I don't need to explain too much. This is my fault. I am a few years older than Zhennan, and I should have been more thoughtful than him. After you two finish your tea, you can take him away. From now on, I promise not to see him again."

"Ayun, you don't want me again?" Yan Zhennan's eyes were slightly red, and he looked at him pitifully, as if he would burst into tears immediately if the other party said yes.

Qiao Qingyun didn't look at him, but just stared at the tea in the cup with his eyes downcast. His voice was light and without any ups and downs: "Go back. Reality is not as beautiful as dreams. Why bother to prepare for the rain?"

"I won't." Yan Zhennan's tears fell immediately. He hugged Qiao Qingyun tightly and wiped his tears and snot on her body: "I said I will definitely marry you, no one can object."

When he said this, no one was moved. Instead, Yan Zhenshen was so angry that his veins popped out. He stood up quickly and said, "Yan Zhennan, no matter who objects, I might as well beat you to death today, so that you won't make your parents angry to death when you go back."

No matter how afraid Yan Zhennan was of his elder brother before, he no longer had any fear now that he was about to lose his wife. His eyes, red from crying, stared straight at Yan Zhenshen.

"I will marry Ah Yun even if you kill me. I am Ah Yun's person in life and Ah Yun's ghost in death."

Qiao Qingyun sighed lightly, pushed away the person clinging to him, and said, "Zhennan, don't act on impulse. You have to think about your family and stop saying irrelevant nonsense."

Yan Zhennan shook his head vigorously: "You are my teacher, I can't argue with you, but you know what I think in my heart. I don't care what others think or think. You are already mine, Yan Zhennan, and I have to be responsible for you. You must be mine for the rest of your life."

Qiao Qingyun closed his eyes, feeling reluctant in his heart. After all, it had been many years since he had had someone who was devoted to him wholeheartedly, who would act coquettishly and flatter him, who would assert his sovereignty forcefully, and who would even say irrelevant love words with tears in her eyes.

But what can he do if he is reluctant? This farce should have ended at the beginning. He just wanted to experience this kind of warmth a little longer, so he indulged himself until now.

Life is fleeting within a hundred years, so why bother with eternal love? It is just worrying about nothing.

He opened his eyes, and his indifferent eyes showed a hint of determination. He stood up and clasped his fists towards Yan Zhenshen: "You two, Zhennan is young, and what he thought and did was nothing more than a momentary impulse. It was me who looked down on myself and misled him. If you want to blame me, just blame me for being shameless. I will bear all the punishments. I only hope that you two will end it now and stop making things difficult for him."

The meaning is very simple, the matter is over and it should be treated as if it never happened. Yan Zhennan is still the second son of the Yan family, he gets married, has children and lives his own life, and this matter has been buried deep in his heart from now on and there is no need to mention it again.

This is good for everyone.

Yan Zhenshen didn't say anything, but just looked at the person in front of him with a complicated gaze. He was calm, steady, and composed. Even when faced with such a situation, he was still gentle and polite. Although his words were belittling himself, people did not dare to look down on him easily.

This person is like a green pine or cypress, standing proudly in the world.

His Yan Zhennan is not worthy of such a person.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhenshen's anger subsided a lot. However, when he saw his second brother crying uncontrollably, he felt that it was just as his husband said, a cow chewing a peony, and he still wanted to beat him.

How could Yan Zhennan listen to Qiao Qingyun, a bright and elegant person, belittling himself like this? He rushed to Qiao Qingyun and hugged him, crying even more sadly: "You are admitting your fault, it was obviously me who pestered you, Ah Yun, you are my wife, I have to step forward at this time, don't think you can make the decision for me."

Qiao Qingyun was really helpless about Yan Zhennan's occasional stupidity. What was the point in arguing about those things at this time?

He patted Yan Zhennan on the back and said, "Zhennan, a man's responsibility is not about love affairs. You are already a man who can stand up to the world. You need to know what you can and cannot do. I believe you like me, and so do I, but this is the world."

As Qiao Qingyun spoke, he gently hugged Yan Zhennan's waist. He was fascinated by the pure love that this young man brought him, but he was always aware that it was just a dream and he had to wake up eventually.

So he never took the initiative to hug this person. Even in bed, he could indulge this person's requests, but he would never give him a hug.

Because he was afraid that when this day came, he would not be able to open his arms and let him return to peace. He was afraid that he would hug the person tightly and drag him down with him.

"Yan Zhennan, I, Qiao Qingyun, love you." A tear fell from the corner of Qiao Qingyun's eye, but a smile appeared on his lips. "I'll tell you what you want to hear today, and you can go away too. Don't show up in front of me again."

Yan Zhennan's body stiffened when he heard this. This was a sentence that he had never gotten no matter how much he pestered for the past month. But now that his Ayun had said it to him, he couldn't feel happy at all.

He knew that saying these words was a farewell, and he might never see this person again. He was unwilling to let go and hugged her tighter: "I won't go, I won't go, Ayun... You can't push me away like this, wuwuwu!"

Chu Xiao watched such a big show, the corners of his mouth twitched. This guy is really the second brother, why did he become a crybaby?

I haven't noticed this property before.

He coughed lightly, looked at the two people who seemed to have experienced a life-and-death separation, and said, "Actually, this matter doesn't seem to be that serious?"

Yan Zhenshen frowned and looked at Chu Xiao with some displeasure: "Husband..."

"Shut up first." Chu Xiao interrupted what Yan Zhenshen was about to say. It's not that he couldn't understand Brother Shen's thoughts, but the limitations of the times certainly made it impossible to accept such feelings.

But it is obvious that Yan Zhennan is in a state of anger. It would be useless even if he was forcibly tied back now. He might never recover, or even the brothers might turn against each other.

Even if none of this had happened, and he really got married and had children, someone like Qiao Qingyun would have stayed in his heart from then on, becoming the moonlight in the sky that could never be reached.

If you can't forget, you will miss it. If you ask when the longing will end, it will only end when we meet.

Alas, it’s so sad and lamentable just thinking about it, not to mention that he thinks this crybaby second brother is quite interesting and it’s good for him to keep it up.

But at this moment, Chu Xiao thought that the person who needed to be dealt with first should be his brother Shen.

"Brother Shen, why are you angry? Do you think it's unreasonable for two men to be together, or do you think your second brother is bringing shame to your Yan family?"

Yan Zhenshen was stunned. He felt that his husband's words had some profound meaning. He was angry just now and didn't think much about it. Now looking at his husband again, he always had a feeling that something was wrong.