wife addiction

For the next two days, Zong Jian lived next door to Zong Xian. During the day when we were working in the garden, he moved a small bench and sat under the big tree in the garden to write his stuff. That tense atmosphere.

I'm a little surprised, since their brothers get along so unhappy, why does Zong Jian have to live here? Is it really just because of my brother's words?

The relationship between Zong Jian and my brother is so good, I thought sourly.

That's right, it's not surprising that my brother, who is such an excellent person, has a good relationship with Zong Jian. After all, things flock together and people are divided into groups. A waste like me can only be with Zong Xian who has a split personality...

I patted my head, what am I thinking about, these thoughts are simply inexplicable.

I tried to clear the mess in my mind and concentrate on learning to prune.

Uncle Fan smoked a big cigarette pot, watched with a smile as I cut off the pruning branches on the ground for the nth time, and said gloatingly: "Xiaoying, I think you can apply for the world's most stupid Guinness record, maybe you can So get rich."

I knew that Uncle Fan was joking, but I still couldn't help blushing, picked up the heavy scissors with difficulty, and continued my work.

Zong Jian has already glanced towards me countless times, and I glanced at his pen flying across the paper from the corner of my eye, wondering if he was recording my stupid behavior all the time so that I could report it to my brother in time .

Just thinking of my brother, my brother stepped into this garden very ostentatiously.

He still had long flowing hair, a light pink shirt, straight khaki slacks, and a pair of spotless black leather shoes.

He also came with two children, one big and one small.

As soon as my brother saw me, he rushed over with an "ooo", not caring about his image at all, while the two children quickly slipped into the flowers.

Holding the pruning shears, I hurriedly dodged, and my brother jumped into the pile of leaves I had just cut.

Uncle Fan threw the smoking pot and hurriedly pulled my brother up: "Oh, I said, Master Gu, why did you bring the two children of the young master's family here? What a crime!"

My brother wiped the leaves off his face, and gave me a resentful look: "Xiaoying, you don't want your brother anymore?"

Uncle Fan looked at my brother in surprise, then at me, and suddenly showed a surprised expression. He didn't care about the two children of the eldest young master's family, and pulled me and my brother to start comparing.

After comparing for a long time, Uncle Fan finally came to a conclusion: "Xiaoying, you and your brother don't look alike at all."

"Uncle Fan, how can you say that? Xiaoying and I are brothers of the same mother. Why don't we look alike? Take a closer look, look at this, this, and this, aren't they very similar?"

My brother raised the slanted bangs on his forehead, and pointed at his facial features all over.

Uncle Fan looked at it, nodded deeply, and gave a thumbs up at the same time: "Uncle Gu, if you don't make yourself look like a mermaid, you and Xiaoying really look alike."

"That's not true. When we were young, people often regarded us as twins. Obviously we look so similar. Uncle Fan, you are really blind..." My brother put his arm around me and smiled triumphantly. To Uncle Fan, "Uncle Fan, why do you say that he is a shemale again, when he is clearly a strong man."

Uncle Fan was ashamed: "Uncle Gu, with your outfit, no one will believe you if you are not a transvestite."

"Uncle Fan, don't you like my outfit?" My brother let go of my arm, pulled his clothes around in a circle, and then winked at Uncle Fan with a resentful expression.

I feel like I saw the scene where the dancing girl takes her curtain call.

Uncle Fan was obviously caught by my elder brother, and he immediately raised his hands in surrender and said, "Uncle Gu, you have so many admirers, and all of them are so outstanding, how dare I like you casually."

"Oh Jianjian, Uncle Fan doesn't like me anymore, why is my life so miserable." My brother raised his voice and threw himself into Zong Jian's arms.

Zong Jian rubbed his hair and kissed him on the forehead: "Don't think about it, Uncle Fan means that even if he likes you, he can only die as cannon fodder."

After hearing this, Uncle Fan smiled awkwardly: "Third Young Master, you are so wise."

Seeing Zong Jian and my brother being so openly close, I turned my head unnaturally, picked up my pruning shears and planned to continue my work.

"Will you die if you don't show your affection for a day?" Zong Xian's voice suddenly came from behind me, my body froze, and I turned around in surprise.

He strode up to me and pointed at my brother and Zong Jian: "I want to show off my love and find a place where no one is around, and don't pollute my little garden here."