After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

Wen Yinuo spread his hands: "Brother, even if you ask me, I don't know."

After a pause, the boy continued:

"But brother, you were so excited just now, is it because you misunderstood the invitation letter as a love letter?"

Fu Jincheng touched his nose awkwardly and walked into the elevator: "...Yeah."

For a moment, Wen Yinuo felt as if his heart stopped beating for a moment.

The momentary abnormality did not cause much waves.

"Why?" the boy asked calmly, "Will my brother be angry if I receive a love letter?"

Fu Jincheng's hand holding the door handle paused for a moment.

Why are you angry?

He couldn't understand it himself.

The moment he saw the pink envelope fall into Wen Yinuo's hands, Fu Jincheng felt a tightness in his chest.

It felt like someone had stuffed cotton in there, making it hard to breathe and stuffy at the same time.

By the time he reacted, he was already standing between Wen Yinuo and the boy.

After a while, Fu Jin opened the door under pressure, his green pupils showing obscurity:

"Because you are still young."

"Not really." Wen Yinuo threw his schoolbag onto the sofa and leaned on it. He lay on the backrest and looked at the young man who made honey lemon water for him. "I know many people of the same age who even have children."

Fu Jincheng was holding the cup of hot water and it shook, and he almost dropped the water on his hands.

"I'm not in a position to judge whether that's good or bad, right or wrong." Fu Jincheng handed the cup to Wen Yinuo, "But from the perspective of my own development, doing that is definitely not good for my own development."

"I know." Wen Yinuo took a sip to moisten his throat, and said lazily, "It's just for comparison."

"Besides, if we don't talk about it now, we may still be able to talk about it later."

Fu Jincheng lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on Wen Yinuo and never left:

"Really? When does Xiaobao want to have a relationship?"

Wen Yinuo turned around and raised his hand to poke Fu Jincheng's face:

"me?"

"To be honest, I have no interest in love."

In Wen Yinuo's eyes, the girls he knew were not as good as Wen Jian, and the boys were not as good as Fu Jincheng.

With the two best people in the world around him, why would he date someone? To piss himself off?

"It's fine to just live with you and mom without talking about it for the rest of my life."

As he spoke, distress appeared on Wen Yinuo's face.

"That's not quite right. Just because I don't want to fall in love or get married doesn't mean you don't want to either, brother."

Fu Jincheng laughed and reached out to pinch the boy's nose:

"Why doesn't that mean I am the same?"

"I also think it's good to be with Xiaobao and his mother."

As for love... just imagining a stranger suddenly and completely inserted into his life, Fu Jincheng felt a chill on his back.

The distress on Wen Yinuo's face was instantly wiped away: "Really?!"

"Really." Fu Jincheng walked around to sit next to Wen Yinuo, "Why would I lie to you?"

"I just don't know what my mother is thinking."

"Don't worry about that." Wen Yinuo stuffed a grape into his mouth, "Mom only likes money."

"Living things, plus the two of us."

It was a relaxing chat during the day.

But at night, when he lay alone in bed, with his surroundings and thoughts quiet, Fu Jincheng tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep for the first time since their reunion, and his brain uncontrollably recalled the conversation with Wen Yinuo.

When we were laughing, joking and chatting, we didn't feel there was anything wrong.

Now that he has calmed down and looked back from a third-person perspective, he would find that the conversation between him and Wen Yinuo, which they thought was problem-free, was full of problems.