fiancé dressed as a paranoid villain

The smell of traditional Chinese medicine is pungent.

Su Xinggui frowned in disgust.

I don't know what was added to this soup. The smell of Chinese medicine is mixed with the smell of chicken soup. It is smelly and fragrant. There are two bowls next to Su Xinggui's face, one on the left and one on the right. Twisting is not the case, so I can only raise my hand hastily and push the two bowls away.

"Don't drink."

But these two were very stubborn.

He pushes the bowl away, and they come back together, and he pushes it away, and they come back together again.

After going back and forth like this, Su Xinggui still couldn't get out of the sea of ​​bitterness, and was almost fainted by the smell of the medicine. He could only casually take the bowl in Shen Yinghui's hand, pretend to take a sip, and then spit it back into the bowl. Before they could react, he straightened With a single arm, he poured the soup into the casserole with a swish, flung the bowl aside nonchalantly, and even rolled his eyes.

"It's hard to drink."

Shen Yinghui didn't expect him to go too far, and a bit of anger suddenly appeared on his face.

Looking up, he saw Su Xinggui raised his eyebrows at him in a provocative manner, and opened his mouth in anger, but because Pei Zhuo was beside him, he could only suppress all his dissatisfaction.

But Su Xinggui has never been a partial person.

So he quickly took the bowl in Pei Zhuo's hand, repeated his tricks and pretended to take a sip, then spit it back as soon as he put it in his mouth, and was about to pour the soup out with his hand raised.

About a relationship that has already been done once.

As soon as he raised his hand this time, the bowl was quickly held by Pei Zhuo, and he froze firmly in mid-air, unable to pour it down any further.

Pei Zhuo's black eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He casually stretched his fingers a little further, lightly touching the young man's fingertips.

"It's been cooking for a long time, don't waste it."

The all-knowing elf at the side was waiting for Su Xinggui's compliment, and stopped leisurely behind Pei Zhuo, refusing to leave. Now when he saw him vomit the soup back, he immediately lowered his head, so sad that his expression changed.

"QAQ"

Su Xinggui raised his eyes.

But he still snatched the soup bowl, poured it into the casserole without changing his expression, stretched out his fingertips, and pushed them away in disgust.

"Are you trying to smoke me to death? Why don't you take it away?"

Both pots of soup were polluted, Shen Yinghui and Pei Zhuo glared at each other, their faces were full of anger, although they didn't say anything, there was a faint spark in their eyes.

It's a good thing to have sparks, it's better than not even seeing each other.

Sometimes two people have more conflicts when they are together, and it may not be possible to see each other.

It's just that Shen Yinghui doesn't live up to expectations now.

It seems that they can only help him and create some conditions for him.

Su Xinggui thought so, and yawned pretending to be sleepy.

Like a cat, he stretched out his hand to touch Pei Zhuo's chin, and then kicked Shen Yinghui next to him.

"Don't grab the sofa with me, you go to the supermarket."

Shen Yinghui glanced at Pei Zhuo upon hearing this.

Seeing that he was looking at him vigilantly, he hurriedly stared back.

However, he was somewhat skeptical about Su Xinggui's words, as if he didn't believe that he would let Pei Zhuo be alone with him.

"What are you doing at the supermarket?"

"Buy food."

The boy raised his chin towards the two casserole pots on the table.

Bad breath.

"You live in my room, use my water and electricity, but you can't even make lunch? Look at what time it is, why don't you hurry?"

"I…………!"

Shen Yinghui just wanted to find an excuse to get close to Pei Zhuo, but he didn't want Su Xinggui to treat him like a servant, so he immediately refused to accept it.

But in a blink of an eye, the room was full of Su Xinggui's people, he couldn't speak, he couldn't scold, he could only swallow the words embarrassingly, turning all his anger into a false smile.

"Okay brother, wait for me, I'll go right away."

With a dark face, he picked up the coat on the side, and walked out the door while wearing it neatly.

Seeing that Pei Zhuo didn't move, Su Xinggui could only remind him again.

"Why are you standing still? You go too!"

Unexpectedly, Pei Zhuo just patted his head calmly.

With dark eyes fixed down, he said in a warm voice.

"What does the young master want to eat? I'll let someone buy it."

"Didn't you hear that just now? My brother said you have no soul."

Su Xinggui took advantage of the situation and brought out Shen Yinghui's rhetoric.

He raised his head again, moved away from him, and put some distance away from him.

The pretty eyes bent down.

Draw out those bright and moving pupils.

"My dear, even my younger brother is willing to cook me a love lunch. How can you lose your love for me to him? Right?"

"........."

Pei Zhuo was stunned for a moment, pursed his thin lips, finally got up, picked up his coat from the side, and walked slowly towards the door.

Qiao Ning and Shen Zhu have been peeking this way in the restaurant.

Seeing that Shen Yinghui and Pei Zhuo went out and were discussing in doubt, they heard Su Xinggui raise his voice and beckon them to come over.

"Come here, hurry up, Dad ordered pizza and hot pot, do you want to add something else?"

Qiao Ning & Shen Zhu:? ? ? ? ? ? ?

After all, there are a bunch of gangsters in the family.

When they have nothing to do, they like to watch movies and play games in the living room, and the TV cabinet is full of game consoles and CDs.

Su Xinggui and Qiao Ning put the hot pot on the coffee table.

The three of them sat in a circle, watched TV and ate hot pot, played a few games after eating, and when Pei Zhuo and Shen Yinghui came back with big bags and small bags, they were already so sleepy that they were stumbling around, and each occupied a sofa to sleep caught.

Although staying at home is not very boring, it is too easy to burn out.

Su Xinggui was full and drowsy during the day, but instead woke up at one o'clock in the middle of the night, so awake that he couldn't fall asleep again.

There was silence everywhere, he opened the door and went downstairs to get a glass of water.

When I walked down the stairs, I saw that the light in the kitchen was still on, and it seemed that someone was cooking.

It's so late, who is cooking for?

To a ghost?

Su Xinggui tilted his head suspiciously and looked over there.

But I saw a familiar tall figure standing inside, wearing dark pajamas, writing something on the kitchen counter with a serious look.

From his angle, you can see the man's handsome and deep profile.

The bridge of the nose is high and straight, and the thin lips are bright red.

A pair of gold-rimmed glasses stands in front of her eyes, elegant and abstinent.

Under the warm dim light of the kitchen, there is a soft light.

The pot was gurgling and cooking happily.

The man stared at the pot seriously, and occasionally picked up a pen to write something in a notebook, frowning slightly, not as if he was cooking, but more like doing a chemical experiment.

Su Xinggui didn't want to run into him, so he went up to the second floor quietly, wanting to go back to his room first.

But as soon as he reached the corner, he heard Shen Yinghui's voice from inside the room.

"But he warned me to leave early in the supermarket just now, I think it's a dead end..."

Although the voice was suppressed, it still came out through the door panel. It was so clear that you could hear the content clearly just by standing at the stairs. Although it was a conversational tone, there was only one person's voice. It was obviously a phone call.

Now that everyone is asleep, no one will hear.

Su Xinggui didn't want to care about it at first, but just about to take a step, he suddenly heard a sentence from inside.

"I like him! Of course I like him! But now he only has that fake in his eyes, so what can I do?"

Su Xinggui has lived with this name for 21 years, and he became alert when he heard it.

He stopped immediately, raised his ears and continued to listen.

"I'm not afraid! What am I afraid of? That fake stole everything that belongs to me, and I asked him to get it back. Without such a good education, how can he be that violinist? Don't be kidding! Even if I don't like Pei Zhuo anymore, I will take back what I lost! Don't worry, I have plenty of ways to deal with him!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and he could hear quite clearly without careful identification.

On the contrary, it made Su Xinggui outside the door very embarrassed.

Originally, Su Xinggui really expected them to defeat Pei Zhuo.

When I saw Shen Yinghui being stupid at the beginning, I thought it was because the time hadn't come and he hadn't grown up yet, but now that the time has come, or even passed, he still hasn't grown up, and he is still so stupid.

Look back now.

Only then did he realize how stupid he was when he pinned his hopes on them.

Shen Yinghui could watch it with a little care, but now he panicked and dared to discuss this kind of thing loudly next to Pei Zhuo's room.

How did these two idiots defeat Pei Zhuo in the first place?It's just unbelievable.

Su Xinggui was so disgusted that he couldn't speak.

Decided to pretend not to hear, and quietly walked away.

But who would have thought that he had just walked to the door of his room.

He heard the sound of turning off the lights downstairs, and then there was a burst of unhurried footsteps on the stairs.

Look back.

It was Pei Zhuo who turned off the lights and came up.

The voice in Shen Yinghui's room was still resounding.

Pei Zhuo noticed something, and followed the sound to look at the door of his room.

Su Xinggui slightly lowered his eyes and thought for a while.

He suddenly raised his voice and deliberately shouted at him.

"Pei Zhuo!"

The conversation in the room stopped.

Pei Zhuo was attracted by his shout, and looked at him in a blink of an eye.

See is him.

The sharp eyes suddenly eased a little.

"woke up?"

"Ah."

Su Xinggui responded vaguely.

When I listened to the room again, Shen Yinghui, who was still noisy just now, was as quiet as a chicken.

He heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to leave with a polite word when he saw Pei Zhuo walking up to him.

Gently pulled his arm to check, then leaned over to hold his face, and rubbed the edge of the wound.

"I thought you might wake up in the middle of the night, so I made you some pork rib soup, which is warming downstairs, would you like some?"

"No, I'm full today."

Su Xinggui knew that this body was weak.

She didn't try to leave him alone, but just refused casually.

He turned his face to the side of his room door.

motioned him to leave.

"I'll go downstairs to find some games to play, you should go to bed quickly."

The boy said, just about to walk away.

But he found that the man's hand suddenly passed through his waist, and hugged his back. He didn't intend to let go at all. Instead, he folded his arms and pulled him into his arms.

"Our young master has been really good these two days."

The hallway sconces were dim.

The man's slender and beautiful fingers gently stroked his cheek.

The black eyes are smiling, obscure and deep.

"Be so good that I want to dirty you all the time, hear you cry and call my heart, and admit that you belong to me..."

His voice was low and hoarse, almost on the forehead.

Although the boy knew in his heart that this kind of volume could not be heard by others, his body still stiffened involuntarily.

The man felt the stiffness of the boy in his arms, but he didn't intend to let him go.

But finally hugged him, patted his back comfortingly, and sighed softly.

"If only you could be so good forever."

The winter night is silent.

The man hugged him for a while, and told him to go downstairs to drink some pork rib soup, and finally let go and went back to his room to say goodbye to him.

It's really hard to find someone to play with in the middle of the night.

Su Xinggui dug out two stand-alone games, and he got tired of just playing two casually. His attention was wandering, and he still drifted to the kitchen.

The soup was warmed in an electric saucepan, and it looked and smelled very good.

The pork ribs have been stewed until soft, and the soup is shining finely under the light of the kitchen light. It looks decent and quite craving.

If it weren't for the at least a dozen catties of burnt ribs in the trash can.

Su Xinggui almost believed his evil.

He looked down for a long time, and finally closed the lid.

Go back to the living room and play the game.

Once a person starts a vacation, it is easy to become lazy.

Su Xinggui's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he couldn't go out, so he could only eat and drink at home for a few days. Seeing that Shen Yinghui wanted to get close to Pei Zhuo, he created opportunities for them, and dragged the gangsters to play games together when he was free.

The atmosphere of the New Year is getting stronger as time goes by.

The hooligans came from all over the world, and most of them left after only a week. Su Xinggui had no errands, and it was difficult to catch people to play games with. For a while, he even had the illusion of being a lonely old man.

Fortunately, Shen Zhu and Qiao Ning had vacations one after another.

In addition, it is not convenient to go to the company due to the cold weather, and the time at home has gradually increased.

As the Chinese New Year is about to officially begin, Shen Yinghui should go back to Su's house logically.

Ever since he discovered that Shen Yinghui's side was not very feasible that night, Su Xinggui has been in a state of half-giving up on him, and no longer intends to rely on him to bring down Pei Zhuo, but just helps him occasionally, quite Buddhist.

But Shen Yinghui still didn't give up.

One day Su Xinggui came out to look for a book related to stocks. As soon as he opened the door, he saw him grabbing Pei Zhuo, and wanted him to accompany him to the final party with sad words.

"We have lived under the same roof, can't you help me? All my classmates are waiting to see my jokes. If you come, I won't be bullied again..."

"It's not something I have to do."

Unexpectedly, Pei Zhuo raised his arms and kept his hand away calmly.

Immediately bypass him.

"Your biological parents' status is not low, you can go to them, and you will no longer be bullied."

"But...but I don't want my parents to worry!"

Shen Yinghui entangled again.

Stretch your arms to the sides, blocking Pei Zhuo's way.

"Although our relationship has been bad these days, it's all for my brother's sake. I don't want my parents to worry about this, and I don't want my brother to worry about it, so... can you help me for my brother? Nothing It can be done, as long as people come!"

"Helping you for your brother?"

Pei Zhuo seemed to have heard a shocking joke.

He sneered coldly, his eyes teasing.

"Don't you know who I am?"

"…………what?"

Shen Yinghui was stunned, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Pei Zhuo taking a step towards him.

Hastily and instinctively took a step back, but pulled himself together again, bit the bullet and pulled out a smile, but his mouth was still trembling with fear from the oppressive feeling emanating from the man.

"You, you are Pei Zhuo...my brother's fiance..."

"You also know that I'm his fiance?"

The man frowned.

His pupils narrowed dangerously.

Shen said.

"Then you should also know that I will only put him first, and no one can replace him."

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Thanks to the little angels who voted for [Landmine]: it’s Zixijiang, Mujiao, Zhongyuan Baobao, and Fuyuehui when he wakes up;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates [nutrient solution]: 4 bottles of Nianli;