Male supporting character in a book: Aren’t we brothers?

"Our An An's hands are really eye-catching today."

In the Jiang family's old house, Jiang Qian'an received the Nth teasing today.

The reason was because Qin Siheng posted a circle of friends last night.

Mr. Qin was so excited after receiving his wife's sincere confession and ring that he took a whole night. He even took a photo and updated his previously useless circle of friends for the first time.

Of course, many people saw it, including the elders of the Jiang family.

"Of course not. He knelt down himself to send it out." Jiang Qichuan said sarcastically.

Ms. Shen Yuan was quite satisfied with this.

"This is how life has to be for these two people. Besides, they are both boys, so it doesn't matter who brings it up first."

Jiang Qian'an raised his chin towards his elder brother, his eyes seemed to say 'You see, I am the most right'.

Jiang Qichuan couldn't bear to watch it, but fortunately the meal had started and the family started talking about other topics.

Grandpa Jiang looked at the ring on Jiang Qian'an's hand, hesitated for a long time, and finally asked:

"Do you and Xiao Heng have any plans to get married?"

Jiang Qian'an was stunned. He had never thought about this. If he went to a foreign country to get a certificate, domestic laws would not recognize it.

As for holding a wedding, their relationship is still relatively niche, and I don’t know if announcing it like this will have a big impact on the family.

So he answered truthfully: "I haven't thought about it yet."

Father Jiang put a piece of food in his bowl with chopsticks and said softly, "An An is still so young, wait a little longer."

"Then should we prepare a betrothal gift or a dowry for An An?"

The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly changed and the conversation started on this topic.

"Of course it's a betrothal gift!"

"I feel like a dowry."

"I don't think Qin Siheng would be unhappy if he were to marry into the family."

Jiang Qian'an: Is it true that no one cares about him as the person involved?

......

"Ahem, I think you can't focus on me alone, there's also Big Brother."

Jiang Qian'an ruthlessly interrupted their conversation and readily betrayed his elder brother.

When this was mentioned, the atmosphere at the table became more serious.

"Xiaochuan will go to Hai City after the New Year, right? Let's send someone over to make arrangements."

Jiang Qichuan nodded, "It's almost settled. I'll make arrangements after the results come out."

So his brother was busy with this some time ago, Jiang Qi'an thought.

But it seems that his family doesn’t know that his eldest brother has someone he likes, so he’d better not expose it.

Jiang Qi'an picked up a lion's head and handed it to Jiang Qichuan, saying very flatteringly:

"Brother, you eat it, otherwise you will be busy and rarely eat home-cooked food in the future."

Jiang Qichuan enjoyed his food-picking service with a look of satisfaction, and politely added a thank you at the end.

The meal ended in a pleasant atmosphere. After Jiang Qian'an returned to the room and called Qin Siheng, he wanted to gossip with his brother and find out who the person his brother was talking about was.

I searched the room and study but didn't see anyone.

Finally he found Jiang's father's study. Jiang Qian'an wondered, "Where is my eldest brother?"

Father Jiang was practicing calligraphy and answered without even looking up: "Xiaochuan is out."

"There's so much traffic on New Year's Day, but we still have to go out..."

After saying that, he remembered what his elder brother said, if there is someone you like, could it be that you are going on a date?

Jiang Qian'an silently praised his own cleverness.

I can only return to my room with regret.

And the other side.

Jiang Qichuan was sitting at the gate of a villa, holding a bag and enjoying the cold wind, standing in the same position without moving.

Fortunately, it didn’t snow tonight, otherwise there would definitely be an extra snowman at the door of this house.

"Squeak-"

The sound of the iron gate of the villa yard behind opening.

A hint of success flashed in Jiang Qichuan's eyes. He raised the corners of his lips slightly, turned around slowly and walked in.

Walking into the villa, you will see a spacious and bright entrance and black and white ink painting style decoration.

Two completely different temperatures from outside hit me in the face.

There was also a black handbag on the entrance cabinet. Jiang Qichuan just glanced at it, changed his shoes and walked in.

I carried my things into the living room. There was no one there, but there was a cup of hot water on the table.

He chuckled, walked over in three or two steps, put the things away, and picked up the water on the table, which was just the right temperature.

After drinking the water, he began to walk towards the second floor.

His goal was clear. After a while, he walked to a door and knocked twice, but there was no response.

He simply turned the doorknob and walked in. As expected, he saw the person he had been thinking about, standing in front of the window looking towards the door.

"Senior."

He walked straight up to the man and skillfully took him into his arms.

"Who is your senior? Just take your things and leave!"

A male voice filled with anger and speechlessness sounded, and Jiang Qichuan was also pushed away forcefully.

Unfortunately, it didn't happen as he wished, Jiang Qichuan's arms held his body tightly.

He was not angry when he was pushed away, but laughed softly. He leaned close to the man's ear and whispered:

"Brother, I miss you."

As he spoke, his lips fell on the teardrop mole at the corner of the eye of the person in front of him.

"Snapped--"

There was a crisp slapping sound, followed by the sound of Song Mingting gritting his teeth.

"Shame on you! Get out of here!"

Jiang Qichuan was hit in the face and the rimless glasses on his nose tilted to one side, but his expression did not change at all.

He let go of Song Mingting's hand, slowly took off his glasses and threw them aside casually.

Song Mingting didn't understand what he wanted to do for a moment, and looked at him with a frown.

Jiang Qichuan just slowly threw away his glasses, picked up Song Mingting's hand again, and slowly placed it next to his face.

"Brother, don't be angry. You can hit me however you want."

Song Mingting pulled his hand away quickly as if he had been burned. The anger in his eyes disappeared, and he said with a disdainful tone:

"My hands are so cold, don't touch me!"

Jiang Qichuan also realized that his hands were really cold. He had been waiting outside for too long and hadn't noticed it.

He apologized directly, "I wasn't paying attention and I froze my brother."

Before he could finish his words, he picked the person up and walked out.

Song Mingting didn't say anything. He put his arms around his shoulders, rested his head on his arms, and let him hug him.

With a clear purpose, he went straight back to the master bedroom and put the person down. This time, his cold lips landed on the top of Song Mingting's head.

"wait for me."

After saying that, he stood up and walked to the bathroom, turned on the faucet in the sink and started washing his hands. He didn't return to the room until the hot water had reached a suitable temperature for his hands.

Song Mingting was still leaning on the bed playing with his phone. He went up and took the phone away, saying with some dissatisfaction:

"Brother, stop looking at your phone and look at me."

Song Mingting raised his head, stroked his cheek with his fingers, his long eyelashes fluttered gently, and his eyes gradually deepened.

"Look, what happens next?"

A broad palm was placed in front of him.

"Please check if the temperature is right."

Song Mingting laughed, but he didn't laugh out loud. He just tried his best to purse his lips and endured the shaking of his shoulders.

"Jiang Qichuan, are you three years old?"

Do we still want pure love at this point?

(The following is the light-up plot——)