One Night Love: Brother Attacked by Brother

We Jiacheng found some comfort, right? "

Lan Hai curled his lips to express his disdain, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, but secretly glanced at Shenyi to observe the other party's reaction, and happened to meet the small eyes that Shenyi handed over, his heart beat suddenly slowed down, a Swallowing urgently caused the coffee in his throat to choke him, and he couldn't help coughing again and again.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Shenyi kindly helped him, but he pushed him violently, but Shenyi still insisted on supporting him, but couldn't hold him back, so he had to let him go along his back, and the anger in his heart dissipated a little.

Song Yingcheng quickly handed over the tissue, while Han Xingchen was not afraid of getting into trouble.

"You can't say that you are handsome, you will be cursed. Look, you are choking now."

Although Han Xingchen said so, he still asked the waiter to bring a cup of warm white tea to Lan Hai.

"You...cough cough cough cough cough cough..."

Lan Hai took the tissue, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it at Han Xingchen. The behavior of a child made all three of them laugh.

Han Xingchen smiled because he was happy for a fun-filled life after finishing his intense work. After all, Lan Hai was always serious and serious, so he was quite surprised that he was so relaxed today.

Song Yingcheng smiled because he was happy for Lan Hai. Although he didn't know what bothered him, it seemed that his pressure was going to be less.

And Shen Yixiao is happy because of Lan Hai's happiness. From his refusal just now to allowing him to have physical contact with him, it shows that this is a good start...

The beginning of dawn is often the beginning of night. No one can predict the future, and no one can see through fortune telling. The gears of life fit together and rotate back and forth...

Celio arranged the nearest flight according to Hanze's intentions. There were only him and Li Nuanyang on the trip. Because we had known each other for a long time, the most important thing was the topic, but whenever Hanze was mentioned, Celio would talk about the topic. Turning to the small path, I don't know if I really don't know something, or I'm deliberately concealing it, but Li Nuanyang understands that since the other party doesn't want to say anything, it's meaningless to ask, not to mention that he is not the kind of person who breaks the casserole and asks the bottom line!

However, he also learned from the conversation that when he met Celio and lived in his house, Clio had been working in Hanze for more than a year. Although it was only his side job, fortunately he enjoyed the feeling of being a pilot. In his words To put it bluntly, it is like an unfettered big bird flying freely in the vast sky, forgetting the chaos and noise in the world, putting aside the pressure of busy work, and finding the truest self in the stimulation.

Li Nuanyang also wants to find such a hobby. While the success of his career makes him confident and happy, he is also under the pressure of peer competition. He is looking for a way to guide himself, like Celio Do what you love, rather than thinking of it as a career that must be successful...

Because of this, he really should think about what he should do!

Overall, the journey was very easy. After arriving in LA, Li Nuanyang, as expected, followed Celio back to the house where he lived before.

In front of the white idyllic little villa, there is a large garden surrounded by a cute little fence and surrounded by pink roses.

Li Nuanyang recognized at a glance that it was the variety of roses in the backyard of Han’s villa—Pink Lady~ He had never noticed these before, but Hanze had quietly walked into his life since then, becoming a All he could think of was...

Time does change a person.

Thinking of this, Li Nuanyang couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, and then showed a helpless smile after leaving with emotion.

Celio opened the door with the rusted copper key, and the croissant in the house rushed out to welcome its owner, followed by his wife and several of his wife's students.

In fact, the croissant is not called a croissant, it is called Numark (Newmank). It is a French bulldog raised by Celio. It has a short body but has extremely strong thighs. When Li Nuanyang saw it for the first time, it was struggling. Nibbling on a croissant, because when introducing it, Celio spoke very quickly, he only remembered the first half of its name, and with its warm yellow smooth fur, Li Nuanyang simply called it a croissant[ expression], but it also seems to like this name very much. Over time, whenever Li Nuanyang calls it, it will also run over to make out with him.

And it is no stranger now, when the horn bag flicked its tail and snarled, and circled its owner and Li Nuanyang, it even roared happily a few times.

After greeting everyone present, putting down the luggage, Celio handed over the key to Li Nuanyang.

"It's still the same room as before. You should rest for a while and come down to eat later."

"Ok."

Li Nuanyang took the key, carried a slightly heavy suitcase, walked around the rest of the guest rooms along the path paved with dark brown patterned wooden floors, and stepped on the creaking, winding and somewhat old stairs up the second floor.

The door is open, and the layout inside has not changed. It is exactly the same as when he lived there before. Even the pen that he hurriedly left without the cap was lying quietly on the desk without being moved by anyone. , but the whole room was clean without a trace of dust, as if he had never left, and what happened before was a sweet dream...