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Yang Chen, what will happen to him?What is he thinking?

Except for the shock when I heard this, all I have left is the exhaustion of my soul being stretched.

The assistant drove the car quietly. It was the rush hour, and someone in the traffic was honking impatiently.I slowly rubbed the acupuncture points near the eye sockets, and Andre said that this would help relieve pressure on the eyeballs and restore vision faster.

I couldn't see anything, I couldn't do anything, and my mood became more and more depressed.

Even though I knew I was on my way back to rest, it was hard for me to be happy.In the final analysis, it is because I don't like Andre's villa.

Too quiet.

Too quiet.

Maddeningly quiet.

Andre takes care of business for me and doesn't stay here very often.The housekeeper acted extremely cautiously, like a wandering ghost, only by the slight sound of the Japanese-style sliding door to judge whether she entered the room.

The room is too big to even play music.I can't stand listening to TV without seeing the picture, so I'm either in a daze or sleeping most of the time.

The air on the mountain is very cold, the tatami is also cold, and the sun can't feel the temperature on the body.I slept too much during the day, and when I woke up at night, I forgot that I couldn't see for a while, and got up and went to the balcony gropingly.

The wooden handrails were covered with cold water vapor, and there were only a few birdsong in my ears.

I want someone to be by my side... But it's really inappropriate for Andre to say this kind of words. The past between us makes ordinary requests have a layer of ambiguous sexual hints.

His movements are always subtly stuck on the boundary of excessive intimacy, he will gently stroke my back when he massages my cervical spine, or kiss my cheek and lips naturally after feeding me the medicine, which is amazing Can't figure out what he means.

I didn't want to be sentimental, and I didn't want him to misunderstand.

The car stopped slowly, and the assistant escorted me to the gate of the courtyard. The housekeeper said in front of me, "Welcome back, Mr. Xu."

"Thank you for your hard work." I thanked the assistant, and I didn't know if I was nodding in the right direction. In short, it's enough to get the meaning, "Please run so far."

After she drove away, the butler helped me to go in. When I looked up, I felt that the color block in front of me was much darker than when I started, and asked, "Is it dark?"

"The sun has set." Her reply was always polite and unemotional. "Be careful with the steps."

"Where's Andre?" I lifted my legs up the steps, "I'm going to talk to him."

"Master... in the room, no one is there for now."

The butler's voice paused for a rare moment, and I wondered, "Is he painting? It's so late."

"I'll take you back to your room to rest." She avoided the topic, "The medicine for the afternoon has already been delayed, so I'll bring it here for you to take."

"What's wrong with Andre?" I squeezed her arm tightly, "No matter what big things he is doing, you should say hello to me anyway. I am his brother, how can I feel at ease with your vague words?"

The butler whispered, "I don't know what I'm doing either."

"How long has he been like this?"

"Since I came back to live here, I have locked myself in the room for a period of time every week. Sometimes it is an afternoon, and there is a whole day, and I am not allowed to deliver food, and there is nothing to eat when I come out. .”

"Didn't you ask?" The more I listened, the more outrageous it became. "Didn't your mother specially arrange to take care of him?"

"I asked, but the young master didn't tell me, and I can't ask. No one has the right to intervene in these matters except the madam." The housekeeper said, "Before that, the young master asked me to supervise you to take the medicine. You should go back to your room first."

"What if he is doing something that hurts himself?" I was speechless, "Is this how you take care of people?"

"Young master's affairs will be arranged by the madam."

"Can mom arrange every detail? Everything has to wait for her to arrange, if there is something, it's too late!" I frowned and said, "You take me to his room, I'll ask about the situation."

"Please don't embarrass me." The housekeeper insisted, "No matter what happens, I have to wait for my wife to deal with it."

I said: "Before he returned to China, my mother called me and asked me to take care of him. I have the right to ask. If you don't believe me, you can call to confirm."

"Mr. Xu."

"Take me there!" I had to snap, "Don't make me say it again."

"Even if I take you there, the young master won't see you." She finally compromised and said while helping me up the stairs, "You'd better go and rest."

I came to the door of Andre's room. The room where he rested was not a light Japanese-style sliding door, but a very heavy wooden door.

I knocked a few times tentatively and asked, "Andre, what are you doing?"

no answer.

My heart suddenly constricted, I knocked hard again, and shouted loudly: "Are you inside? Call back to brother."

Still no answer.

"Andre? Andre?!"

I took out my mobile phone and asked the housekeeper to call him for me. I vaguely heard the ringing through the door, but no one answered.

"Are you okay?" I thought my voice was loud enough, but I don't know how soundproof the room is.But the knock on the door was so strong that I thought he would wake up even if he was asleep, "Andre? I'm coming in! Could you please reply?"

There was no response from inside, and I was completely panicked.Suddenly thought of something, turned around and asked the housekeeper: "You should have the keys for each room."

"Yes, but the young master's business is only for the madam..."

"At this time, why don't you be madam? If he dies inside, you will pay for your life?!" I couldn't help shouting, "Take it out and open the door! He is my younger brother, I will take care of it!"

The housekeeper didn't speak, and I listened to the jingling of the keys as she took out a bunch of keys, and the slight click when a key was inserted into the lock and turned.

I stretched out my hand and pushed the door open, a strong smell of alcohol came to my face, and an overturned wine bottle rolled to my feet.

The smell of alcohol reassured me a little, after all, drinking is much better than unknown.Because I couldn't see it, I could only ask the housekeeper to look for it: "Go and see how he is, how much did he drink... eh?!"

I was pulled down suddenly by a force, and my whole body hit the soft carpet heavily.

"Get out! Who let you in?" Andre snapped angrily, "Salope!"

"Wait, Andre, it's me—"

Before I could explain, I heard the door being shut heavily.Andre seemed to have kicked the door. I struggled to get up, but he rolled back and rolled to the ground.

"Brother..." He hugged me tightly with all fours, and murmured coquettishly, "Why are you back? I thought you were gone again... Do you want to come too?"

"Why are you hiding in the room drinking? Mom knows that she must be heartbroken!" I stroked his hair helplessly, "Okay, let me get up..."

I opened the wine bottle next to me indiscriminately and tried to prop up my upper body, but my finger was pricked severely, and the pain made me stiff all over.

"What kind of mess is in your room?"

I didn't dare to move anymore, he held my hand and blew on the wound: "It hurts, it hurts..."

"It's not that you were injured, why are you hurting?"

I sighed, just about to withdraw my hand, but my fingers were wrapped in a soft, slippery and hot place.Andre sucked my finger between his mouth and refused to let go after sucking off the blood, his tongue was wet along the wrist.

"Andre! You're crazy!" I was trapped in his arms, the back was the end of the bed, and I couldn't see this, and there was almost no way to escape, "You drink too much, let me go! Don't let me go!" Let me beat you!"

"Hush...shh. Brother, please keep your voice down, don't disturb him."

He whispered in my ear so seriously that I didn't dare to vent my breath, and I didn't care about his fingers messing around with me: "Who's making a fuss?"

"He. Don't make a sound, he will be finished when he wakes up."

How could there be anyone else in the room?I was a little muddled in the alcohol-smelling air, and half of my clothes fell apart after being tossed by him.

Fortunately, he was very drunk and didn't really want to do anything, just roll around with me in his arms.At the same time, I muttered something in French, and I tried to distinguish it, and I had to keep my clothes in my hands, but I couldn't catch anything.

I pushed his shoulder: "Andre? Andre, are you okay?"

"elder brother!"

He came up close to my lips, biting and licking like a puppy in a completely disorganized way.

"Well... don't..."

I tried hard to break away from him, but when I turned my head away, his face rubbed against my neck, a wet touch.

"Are you crying? Andre? What's wrong with you? Brother is here, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

I groped to hold his face, he whimpered, his eyelashes like a small brush stroked my palm lightly, and his hands were full of cold tears.Although I can't see it, my heart is about to melt when he rubs it softly like this:

"No matter who is there, brother will protect you, okay?"