why the middle and lower

It was getting late, and there was an overwhelming crowd of people coming to the airport to pick up the plane.

Duan Xiaojue recognized Lu Yu from the crowd at a glance, strode over and put his hands on his little shoulders: "Son, let Dad see if your godfather has bullied you."

Lu Yu wanted to smile and frown, trying to push him away: "You are not my father, and I haven't seen you once in five years."

"What are you being coquettish about, my son! I promise to visit you often in the future, okay? I also want to find you a stepmother."

"Who said you want a stepmother? He Xu is enough for me."

"He Xu? You are so brave, you dare to call him by his name?"

On this side, He Yan was still preoccupied, and he was hesitant to talk. He didn't give his brother a bear hug when he saw him like last time.

He Xu looked at him indifferently, and said, "Still angry?"

"You don't need to care, you are a busy man," He Yanyan said insincerely, whether he was angry or happy, what was he thinking, when did his brother really care?Ever since he was sensible, my brother has only focused on his career and never cared about other things.

He Xu didn't say anything anymore, he just pulled his hand over and asked him to hold his arm.

This move was enough to make He Yan secretly happy in his heart.

No matter what, brother still has him in his heart, He Yan thought so.

In another corner, Yan Xiaokun blamed himself, mixed with joy and sorrow.

"Master, please, let Xiaokun go home?" Yan Xiaokun begged.

"What are you doing back?" Zheng Yijun could only sneer, "You don't want your Young Master Wen anymore?"

"Master, don't make fun of me, I just want to protect you."

"Why, you didn't do anything without me?" Zheng Yijun didn't expect that things would not develop as he expected.

"It's not what you think, young master. Brother Wen Yi, he's actually not as bad as you imagined."

Zheng Yijun couldn't help but give him a sideways glance: "Okay, you even called your brother, I don't think you should come back."

"Master...!"

"While you go, brother Wei Feng and I still have to talk."

"Oh," Yan Xiaokun put away his aggrieved expression, and obediently leaned towards the other side of the wall.

Zheng Yijun took two steps forward, pulled Wei Feng's sleeve, and said, "Brother Wei Feng, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Wei Feng suddenly became shy, as long as he thought of the overly ambiguous phone call, his ears would turn red.At that time, under such desperation, didn't he just use his guts to do something that he regretted afterwards?

"No," he said with mock calmness.

After returning home at night, Zheng Yijun received Wei Feng's belated message, which he hadn't said earlier: "From now on, send me a message before going to bed every night. If I don't receive it, I will go to your house to find you."

Zheng Yijun secretly rejoiced, he interpreted this sentence as: If you want to see me in the future, don't send me a message at night.

With an illusion that all the hard work is rewarding, the person who just returned finally got a good night's sleep.

A reply message was displayed on the screen of the mobile phone: "Good night, little brother. I miss you and remember that you owe me a love."

Choosing a day is worse than bumping into it. The next day, Zheng Yijun drove his sports car to the campus of CUHK, which was bathed in warm sunshine.

What he didn't expect was that Mr. He's luxury car followed closely behind his sports car.

He pushed the door and got out of the car, and shouted at the people behind him: "Why are you following me? I have something to do today, so I don't have time to spend with you."

He Xu grabbed the stack of documents on the co-pilot, shook it at him, and replied: "Talk about business, sir."

"I'm busy with dating, and my love is more important than anything else!" Zheng Yijun's incomparable words came over again.

"Then let's talk about it together," Hersh suggested.