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

Time flies, and soon it is Cheng Yanyang's wedding day.

Jiang Qian'an and Qin Siheng went to the hotel where the wedding banquet was held together.

Yes, together.

The story began a few days ago when Song Mingting sent each of them a wedding invitation.

How should I put it? When they saw the same time and the same hotel name, Jiang Qian and Tang Fei simultaneously asked the question they were curious about:

"Do you know Rhea?"

Song Mingting raised his eyebrows and smiled, with tears in the corners of his eyes shining: "Riya is my cousin, the heroine of this wedding."

He was curious again: "Do you still know each other?"

As far as he knew, his cousin spent most of his time in Africa or Country Y, so they should have no intersection.

Tang Fei chuckled, "I don't know him. Your cousin's husband and we used to be classmates and we have a good relationship. He mentioned it when he gave us the invitation last time."

Song Mingting was quite surprised. Ever since his aunt and cousin came back and told him about this matter, he had also seen his cousin-in-law at home. He was tall and strong, and looked a bit fierce when he had no expression.

I really can't tell that he and Tang Fei are classmates. Besides, isn't his brother-in-law from Western Province? How can he be classmates with these two young masters from Beijing?

"What a coincidence."

Lu Zhi noticed Huadian and interrupted: "Your sister, your classmates, are younger than you!"

Jiang Qianan nodded.

Tang Fei not only nodded, but also betrayed his classmates in a very unfriendly way:

"A straight guy with a lot of money at home vs. a cool and cool lady with a lot of money at home."

I couldn't help but laugh mid-sentence. "It's a bit delicious."

Song Mingting was silent. His sister's family had a mine, which was true, but she was also aloof. His brother-in-law did have a mine, but it was smaller than his. The question was why Tang Fei always got to eat the melon first.

Although it was unexpected, one thing was certain: he could go with Qin Siheng.

The only difference is that one of them is a male guest and the other is a female guest.

They calculated their timing very well and met Tang Feifei and Lu Zhi as soon as they arrived at the hotel.

At the door of the banquet hall, they saw two groups of receptionists, and to their surprise, there were also other newlyweds.

Jiang Qi'an and Tang Fei stepped forward to greet him: "Brother Yan Yang, happy wedding!"

As the protagonist today, Cheng Yanyang wore formal clothes for the first time. However, the well-tailored suit could not hide his muscular body. His handsome face was full of excitement and joy.

"Thank you, thank you. Let me introduce you. This is your sister-in-law, Rhea."

Cheng Yanyang, who was in his twenties, had wrinkles on the corners of his eyes from smiling. He took the arm of Riya, who was wearing a red dress, and introduced her to them with a happy face.

Rhea is a mixed-race girl, about 175cm tall, and she wears high heels that reach Cheng Yanyang's ears.

She has a bright and elegant appearance, a strong and cold aura, but when Cheng Yanyang held her arm, her eyes were full of love, and she smiled at the two of them: "Hello."

The two stood side by side, close to each other, a perfect match made in heaven, and they gave their sincere blessings.

Qin Siheng and the other person also greeted the Song family members and entered the wedding hall together.

The exquisite floral and tulle arrangements and the dazzling lights complemented each other, making the wedding look like a dream. Because it hadn't officially started yet, many guests were gathered in groups of two or three to chat.

Their group of people had outstanding looks and temperament, and attracted a lot of attention as soon as they came in. Some people who knew their identities began to whisper. It was no secret that Song Mingting, Qin Siheng and Lu Zhi got along well, they were just surprised that there were two more people together this time.

Originally, they were supposed to sit separately by male and female guests, but because of Song Mingting's special arrangement, they sat at the main table closer to the front.

As soon as we sat down, many people came up to greet us. Most of them didn't know Jiang Qian'an, and they were just greeting the other three people.

Suddenly, a prominent voice sounded from the right front of Jiang Qian'an: "An, little prince!"

Jiang Qian'an looked up and saw a tall, handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes appear in front of him. Very good, Jiang Qian'an was sure that this man was greeting him.

He stood up and responded politely with a proper smile: "Long time no see, Brice."

Qin Siheng was still boredly dealing with a business partner who came to say hello, when he suddenly saw his wife stand up and greet a strange man with a smile on her face.

The alarm in his mind was instantly sounded, and he reacted quickly. He stood up and took his wife's hand, with a vigilant look on his face, but he still forced a smile and nodded to the man.

Jiang Qian'an didn't expect to see Brise here. He was a friend of his cousins, so it was necessary to say hello.

Bris didn't expect that he would be able to see Jiang Qian'an so soon after arriving in Country H. He thought he would have to wait until after attending the wedding before contacting him.

Rhea is his uncle's daughter, and also his sister. The Oster family has businesses in many places, and Rhea is the person in charge of the mines in Africa, so he attended the wedding held in Jing City on behalf of the Oster family.

This must be a surprise for him, but he didn't enjoy the surprise for long before he saw the hand of the little prince he had been thinking about being taken by a tall man from country H.

The man was still looking at him warily, his eyes containing a warning.

Is this... a declaration of sovereignty?

Bliss was not one to be frightened. He paid no attention to Qin Siheng's look. He took two steps forward with a look of surprise and greeted Jiang Qian'an in a warm tone:

"An, it's been a long time since we last met. I heard from Wu Yang that you were going back to Country H. Why didn't you contact me?"

He extended his right hand politely, and his behavior was very proper, so there was nothing to fault with him, right...

Qin Siheng shook Briss's hand and politely replied, "Hello, I'm An An's boyfriend. Nice to meet you. Maybe it's because An An is with me every day and doesn't have time to think about other people."

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Not only did Jiang Qian'an notice something was wrong, but Lu Zhi and Tang Fei beside him also looked up in surprise. The guests around them even sensed the Shura field and slowly moved away.

The hands were clasped together for less than three seconds before they separated. Bliss silently put his hands behind his back, with an eager smile on his face, and looked at Jiang Qian'an intently.

"I didn't expect An to have a boyfriend so soon. The last time I confessed my feelings to An, he said he didn't like men."

Jiang Qian'an felt ashamed and thought, "Brother, there's no need to say this."

Tang Fei & Lu Zhi: Can I say this?

When Qin Siheng heard this, his smile grew more sincere, and he spoke with a hint of pride, "Our An An said that gender is not important, but who it is is important."

What I mean is, An An in our family only likes me, so forget it.

Briss didn't seem to care, but asked Jiang Qian'an in a relaxed tone: "Little Prince, is this really the case?"

Jiang Qian'an nodded firmly: "Yes."

Bliss nodded, as if he agreed with Jiang Qian'an's statement, and did not dwell on it any further. He pulled out the chair next to Jiang Qian'an and greeted the other two.

"Hello, I'm Briss, can we be friends?"

Tang Fei didn't think too much about it. He smiled brightly and started chatting with Briss: "Hello, I'm Tang Fei. Your Chinese is so fluent."

Brice smiled gently: "Thank you, you are so cute."

Now the pressure is on Lu Zhi. This man from Country Y is no ordinary person. Could he be here to steal her again?

So he quickly joined the topic and the few of them started chatting.