The king of the wind and the clouds does not see the king

"my home."

"what?"

"This is my home."

Han Yue really cherished his words like gold, pointed to this floor with his finger, and then pointed to the upstairs floor.

"That's where you are."

Within ten seconds, Zhan Luyao's brain was short-circuited.

Probably because his reaction was too obvious, Han Yue had no choice but to add another sentence.

"There are two of our names on the real estate certificate, which means that we each own half of the right to use the house."

"... Am I listening to the Arabian Nights?"

"You can go to see the real estate certificate, or go to the brain department."

Zhan Luyao's memory is normal, so under Han Yue's reminder, he successfully remembered the process of buying this house at the beginning - it was true that the house was bought by his parents, but he was not the only one who gave it to him. There is also Han Yue, the parents will do this, not because they have no money, but because they hope to deepen the emotional exchange between their brothers through this method.

Yes, although Zhan Luyao and Han Yue are incompatible in the entertainment industry, the king does not see the king, but in fact their relationship cannot be closer, because they are a pair of reorganized families born in the same year but have no relationship with each other. Brothers in any blood relationship.

Because of work, Han Yue travels abroad all year round. Even if he returns to China for a short stay, he will not come to Fugui Apartment, so Zhan Luyao has long forgotten the matter of house ownership.

In his cognition, this house is his, so all the furniture and decorations in the house are designed according to his preferences - he never positioned Han Yue's existence here from the very beginning.

But just when he regarded this house as his own happy dwelling and lived comfortably, this guy suddenly came to him and said - only half of this house is his!

Thinking of this, Zhan Luyao looked around the room instinctively, and Han Yue followed his gaze and said, "Cyan wallpaper, green sofa, yellow stair handrail, white bookshelf, red TV, your taste is as amazing as ever. "

Zhan Luyao's eyes fell on the suitcase next to the sofa. The style and workmanship of the suitcase were very similar to his, and the Hass logo was printed on the lower right corner. Of course, the suitcase was designed by the same person. , but one box is off-white and the other is pure black.

"It's too much to praise, it can't compare to your usual black level."

He mocked: "I heard that you just came back from the United States today. You were kicked out by your cohabiting lover. It's so late and you have nowhere to go, so you came to me?"

"I don't have a lover." The man replied sternly.

Zhan Lu shrugged.

"It's not like there's no place to live, right?"

"I always live at home, but today there is no one at home." After a pause, Han Yue added: "My parents traveled abroad without saying hello, and they forbade me from entering the house, and only asked the servant to leave the coffee for me."

"You can go to a hotel."

"With coffee?"

Zhan Luyao stopped talking. It is really troublesome for a pet dog to stay in a hotel. If it were him, he would choose to take the pet to a friend's house for a temporary stay. But looking at Han Yue, he believes that Han Yue has no such friends.

"That's why you ran to me alone." Zhan Luyao laughed at himself, "It's really hard for you to keep the key to this house."

"This story tells us that it's a good habit not to throw things away."

"Also used my body wash, shampoo, towel."

Zhan Luyao sniffed his nose. The fragrance on Han Yue's body was very familiar. It was definitely the smell of his favorite body wash.

"Congratulations on getting your nose back to normal."

"you have not answer my question yet."

"I have used it," Han Yue admitted frankly, "You have used my house for two years, and I only use your body wash, so you are taking advantage of it."

"Ha, thank you for your generosity."

After Zhan Luyao laughed at himself, he suddenly remembered the meeting with Ma Lingshu today. He felt a little bit in his heart, looked Han Yue up and down, and tentatively said: "If you just stay here for one night, I will take him in reluctantly for the sake of brotherhood." your."

"Long stay."

The two words easily broke Zhan Luyao's expectations, and Han Yue said in his cold voice: "My recent activities are all in China, so you don't have to force yourself to do it, it's better to happily welcome me to stay."

"As a popular star, have you not even bought a house of your own?"

"In order not to hurt your self-esteem, my net worth is temporarily kept secret, but since I have half the right to use this house, why can't I come and live in it?"

"..."

"Or are you so confused that you can't even afford to buy a house other than accepting gifts from your parents?"

"..."

Based on Zhan Luyao's understanding of Han Yue, this is not a poisonous tongue, but just expressing his inner thoughts. This kind of behavior is much more vicious than a poisonous tongue.

Zhan Luyao rubbed his forehead, unable to imagine the picture of him living under the same roof with Han Yue, and said with a little expectation: "Even if Mom and Dad are traveling around the world, they won't stay home for so long, right?"

"No, but even if you come back, you won't let me in."

"why?"

"I have the same question as you."

For Han Yue to say this, he must have his own ideas, but Zhan Luyao felt that it would be quicker for him to call his parents directly than to listen to his explanation.

Finally, Zhan Luyao was not so unlucky, and the phone was successfully dialed. Hearing the voice of his mother Feng Zheng, Zhan Luyao first breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then pretended to be relaxed and greeted him.

"Mom, long time no see. I heard you went on vacation with Dad?"

"It's Zhanlu, we're walking around the All Saints' Hall in Rome right now."

Zhanlu is the mother's nickname for Zhan Luyao. For Feng Zheng, who loves martial arts, she hopes that her son will be as extraordinary as the famous sword Zhanlu. Over time, Zhan Luyao's father and Han Yue also call him like this , so Zhan Luyao inexplicably got the nickname Zhanlu.

"You and Xiaoyue are both returning to China today, right? Originally, I wanted to help you brothers clean up the dust, but your father suddenly had a whim and said that he wanted to come here to find creative inspiration, so I had no choice but to accompany him. You know his temper , I can't beat him."

Zhan Luyao believed that his father was just looking for an excuse to go out and play. To put it bluntly, he never thought his father had a talent for music.

But if you have money, you can do whatever you want, that's how it is for children from rich families, and Zhan Luyao knows that his mother didn't really object, otherwise his father, who was born in a rich family and has no power to restrain a chicken, would not be his mother's opponent at all.

"I specially left a message for Xiao Yue. He is already in your apartment now, right?"

"Yes," Zhan Luyao smiled and looked at the cool handsome guy opposite, "My dear brother and dear coffee are here now."

"That's good, your dad. I'm just worried that your brothers will fight all day long in the entertainment industry. I said that Zhanlu is so sensible, so I won't, but your dad just doesn't believe it and insists on letting him go." You live together, so Zhanlu, you should be more tolerant, Xiaoyue is introverted and not good at communicating with others, if he has something inappropriate to say or do, don't bother with him."