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

From then on, Jiang Qian'an's attention was always on the scenery outside.

Finally, someone was dissatisfied with his wife who was only looking at the scenery and not at him, so he waved his hand and covered the young man's eyes with it.

"An An, close your eyes and take a rest first."

Jiang Qian'an also thought it made sense, and finally leaned on Qin Siheng's shoulder and fell asleep.

The car slowly left the city area with tall buildings and passed by a scenic area.

We walked all the way to a manor on the back half of the mountain, and the hollow carved gate slowly opened.

What caught their eye was the exquisitely designed courtyard, the wide asphalt road contrasting with the vast green lawn beside it. Under the dim light of the streetlights, it felt as if they were entering a mysterious castle.

The driver dropped them off in front of a tall main building.

The lights were on inside, but there was no one there.

The tall modern living room with low-saturation gray tones gives people a sense of relaxation.

Jiang Qian'an looked at the tall man next to him and asked with his eyes.

This can't be his house, right?

Qin Siheng did not answer him, but took him into the restaurant, where the long dining table was already filled with delicious dishes.

Some of the dishes were still steaming, obviously having just been served.

Qin Siheng pulled him to sit down and carefully used a wet towel to help him wash his hands.

"Eat first, and I'll talk to you after dinner."

Jiang Qi'an: "Okay."

After Qin Siheng served me a meal, he took me to the rooftop viewing terrace.

Obviously, this place has been carefully decorated and has a unique atmosphere.

A crescent moon hangs high in the sky, with stars dotted beside it, like a bright gem inlaid in the black night sky. The street lights in the manor and the mountains in the distance blend into the night, as beautiful as a painting.

Jiang Qian'an walked to the edge, leaned his hands on the fence, and felt the evening breeze blowing gently. The hair by his ears was blown by the wind, giving him a sense of broken beauty.

He raised his chin slightly towards Qin Siheng, raised his eyebrows and smiled, his tone bold and wanton: "Is your purpose to bring me here to blow the wind?"

Qin Siheng walked to his side, put his hands on the fence, and looked at the scenery below: "Does An An like this?"

As soon as he heard this, he knew that Qin Siheng was going to cause trouble. Past experience told Jiang Qian'an that if he said he liked this place, Qin Siheng would definitely give it to him.

Jiang Qi'an curled his lips: "I don't like it very much. It's too far and inconvenient to travel."

Qin Siheng: Sure enough, this place is too ordinary. The young master doesn’t like it. I have to prepare another gift.

He sighed softly, his tone somewhat dejected:

"I really didn't think it through enough."

Jiang Qi’an:!!!

He gently embraced Jiang Qian'an and held him in his arms like a protector.

She lowered her head and rubbed Jiang Qian'an's cheek, and asked in a wronged voice:

"Am I terrible?"

He was such a bad boyfriend that Jiang Qian'an didn't feel like relying on him, and he didn't even like the gift he chose.

Jiang Qian'an felt helpless about the speed at which his emotions changed.

For the first time, I had deep doubts about myself.

Does he not have the potential to be a partner?

Otherwise, how could you make your lover feel insecure?

How does he do it?

Jiang Qian'an was deep in thought, but Qin Siheng felt that he was right. His grievance turned into panic, and his hands were a little at a loss.

"I can change it, please don't..."

"Qin Siheng."

Jiang Qi'an interrupted him, held his face, looked into his eyes, and said seriously, word by word:

"You're great, I like you very much, and I'm happy to be with you."

These words were so powerful that they struck Qin Siheng's heart.

Jiang Qi'an saw that he had listened carefully, and then continued:

"So don't be insecure. I like the you who is confident and calm in dealing with all kinds of things. Do you hear me?"

Qin Siheng heard it and took it to heart.

So now it seemed as if there were fireworks exploding and blooming brilliantly in his mind.

Emotions were pushed to the highest point, every cell in the body was clamoring, and finally merged into one voice.

That is: hold the person in front of you tightly, and it would be best if you could let him embed himself into your body, so that you can never be separated from him for the rest of your life...

He did hug her from behind, but Jiang Qian'an interrupted him just as he was about to tighten his arms.

"Don't strangle me, it hurts."

It has to be said that Jiang Qian'an understands Qin Siheng. When he gets excited, he likes to hug people tightly, with such great strength that it is unbearable.

When Qin Siheng heard the words "it will hurt", he immediately let Jiang Qian'an go, but his expression was still a little helpless.

The movements were very stiff, and the two of them just looked at each other.

Jiang Qian'an looked at Qin Siheng with frank eyes, wanting to see what he would say, but Jiang Qian'an was disappointed.

Because Qin Siheng was being stared at by Jiang Qian'an, he was like a child who had made a mistake and was afraid to look his parents in the eye. His head lowered lower and lower, without saying a word.

half an hour.

Jiang Qianan sighed softly.

Pulling Qin Siheng's clothes, he softened his tone and spoke softly:

"Brother, it's cold here, let's go downstairs and talk."

In September in Beijing, although the temperature was still hot during the day, it was much lower at night. Moreover, the wind was quite strong on the top floor. Jiang Qian'an was not wearing much. He didn't feel anything when Qin Siheng hugged him just now, but now he felt quite cold after letting go.

Sure enough, Qin Siheng reacted immediately after these words were spoken. His expression was full of regret, and his tone was filled with self-blame: "It's all my fault."

After saying that, without waiting for Jiang Qian'an to react, he directly picked up the man by his legs and walked downstairs.

Jiang Qian'an did not struggle and let Qin Siheng carry him to the study on the second floor.

Only after putting the man on the sofa in the study and pouring him hot water did Qin Siheng finally sit down opposite Jiang Qian'an.

Jiang Qi'an looked at Qin Siheng and drank half a glass of water before speaking:

"What happened today?"

He thought that after the last time, Qin Siheng would not become unconfident again.

Why am I becoming sensitive again tonight?

Qin Siheng's eyes flickered a little. Mr. Qin once had the idea of escaping in front of his wife.

He didn't really want to answer this question. He felt it was a bit unreasonable and... childish. He was just afraid that the young master would dislike him.

Jiang Qian'an didn't indulge him. If Qin Siheng didn't say anything, he would be the one who felt uncomfortable.

So he asked directly, "You don't want to tell me because you don't consider me your boyfriend? You don't want to be with me, right?"

Qin Siheng was shocked when he heard Jiang Qian'an raise the issue to their relationship.

The wife he just caught!

He hasn't even become my regular girlfriend yet, how could I not consider him my boyfriend!

Not to mention that he didn't want to be together, which was nonsense. He wanted to be together so badly!

He quickly straightened his body and said earnestly, "How is that possible? It's not true."

Jiang Qi'an: "Then explain to me, why are you feeling wronged tonight?"

Qin Siheng: “…”

He pondered for a long time, hesitated again and again, and finally spoke:

"Did the Wang family bully you? Why didn't you tell me?

Also, do I have bad taste? Did you not like the gift I gave you before?..."

Jiang Qian'an's eyes widened, and his brain seemed to clear away the fog, and he instantly thought of the key point.

He was a little bit unbelievable:

"Is that why? Because I didn't ask for your help, you think I don't like you?"

Qin Siheng's face showed an even more aggrieved look, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and he nodded slightly.