This is the first time Zhou Zhanxiao has set foot in his brother's heavily guarded apartment.

In order to block Haranoue, he had come here to report almost everywhere. The security guards stopped people and drove cars, and even called the police more than once. His faces were all familiar. When Haranoue led him into the apartment lobby, several sharp-eyed people

Everyone gathered around.

"Mr. Yuan." The security captain looked hesitantly at Zhou Zhanxiao, who was following Yuan Shang like a quail. He still remembered the time when this man was sitting in the car and yelling at them, "Do you know who I am? You just fucking dare to stop me!"

He looked arrogant. This man looked like a violent bully at first glance, but Hara Shang was known for his good temper. He was worried that Hara Shang would be held hostage, so he did not dare to let him go easily: "This is...?"

During the time he was in the car, Yuan Shang had already put on his clothes and arranged his hair, and he had turned back into a well-dressed and successful man. It was not obvious that he was chasing and beating Zhou Zhanxiao just now. He was not impatient when he was stopped for questioning.

, instead turned sideways and explained to everyone very politely: "My brother."

younger brother……

This younger brother is definitely not a biological brother, but a family member of a partner... After all, he was the lover of his dreams, and his relationship suddenly changed after being beaten up. After being introduced like this, Zhou Zhanxiao still felt that

It was a bit strange. When he faced the surprised looks of several security guards who had had many disputes before, he straightened up like a quail and stared back angrily.

Look at it, look at it!

The security let them go and watched the two people enter the elevator one after another. After the elevator door slowly closed, the few people outside shook their heads and sighed.

Think of Harakami's smiling face, his temper, and his slim and elegant figure.

"What a pity." The captain said, "A man as good as Mr. Yuan would have a younger brother with such a bad temper. He must be bullied often."

Everyone nodded heartily.

As soon as he left the sight of strangers, Zhou Zhanxiao immediately became intimidated. The entrance to the apartment was tightly guarded. From the equipment to the decoration, he felt exactly the same coldness as his cousin. He followed Yuan Shang and looked at the person walking in front of him.

He couldn't imagine that the person who suited his liking, regardless of size or shape, could overwhelm his cousin who kept strangers away from him.

What exactly did Yuan Shang like about Qin Huo?

Recalling his cousin's style of living an ascetic life anytime and anywhere, Zhou Zhanxiao couldn't figure it out.

But when the door opened, the hidden "home" belonging to Yuan Shang and Qin Huo gradually appeared in his sight.

Zhou Zhanxiao suddenly fell into a trance. This place was too different from the familiar room of Qin Huo in his old house.

The warm light fell down, gently brushing away the cold air of early spring that enveloped him. The flowers blooming on the entrance cabinet were fresh, tender and round, clustered together like little people. Warm-colored carpets, warm colors

Hanging paintings, warm-colored slippers and energetic majesty to welcome dad home.

Zhou Zhanxiao liked the big woven carpets and pillows spread by the window. He sat in them and looked at the red tail lights outside the window. He asked his aunt to tidy up the guest room, and brought over hangover medicine and hot milk.

Put it on the coffee table: "Hurry up, finish drinking and go to bed."

Zhou Zhanxiao's eyes flashed, and he obeyed obediently. The hot milk flowed through his throat. Although Yuan Shang looked impatient, he did not leave. He stood there with his arms folded and stared at the person. Although the other person's body was thin, he stood upright.

, a strong aura, different from Qin Huo's blindly cold education, majestic but clearly caring.

Zhou Zhanxiao also lives outside. He likes to hang out, and he can't bring all those men and women who have passionate love to his mother. He has a different lover every day and sleeps in a different hotel. He thinks his life is enough.

It's colorful, but every time I return to that mansion whose value is no less valuable than Qin Huo's, I'm still confused.

Speaking of decorations, the place is so lively that you can host a themed party just by hanging up colorful lanterns.

There is no shortage of lamps, carpets, and flowers.

After his father passed away, Qin Huo became withdrawn and only Zhou's mother remained in his life.

Because of the lack of family, his mother had been obedient to him since he was a child. Even if he committed a huge mistake and acted coquettishly, he could easily get over it.

Zhou Zhanxiao's life is like a wild horse running wild, doing whatever he wants without any scruples, but in fact he also understands that this is not a normal "home". A real home should have relaxation and relaxation, and disputes and quarrels.

What does his father look like? Zhou Zhanxiao can't remember clearly. For a while, he thought he should be like Qin Huo, as majestic as a mountain in front of him, towering and difficult to cross. But that kind of face

The involuntary fear in the other party's heart more or less prevented him from being close to and dependent on Qin Huo like a child's instinct for his father.

The bell rang, and Haruka answered the phone: "Hello? Lao Qin."

Zhou Zhanhao suddenly raised his head and saw Yuan Shang glanced at him quickly.

"Ah, I have taken him home. It's okay. It's okay. I didn't ask him to follow me. Who told you?"

Without guessing, it was known that the two of them were talking about their own affairs. Zhou Zhanxiao felt relieved by this warm room and suddenly heard Yuan Shang raise his voice slightly unexpectedly: "So early? Meeting?

Ended early?"

The sense of crisis was approaching from behind like a tsunami. Zhou Zhanxiao was so frightened that he crawled up from the ground. But before he could think about it, there was the sound of unlocking the door of the room. Qin Huo was holding the phone in one hand, full of violence.

His eyes cut across the distance like a steel knife.
Chapter completed!