"Jiang Siran, I feel like the first time I saw your brother...

Jiang Siran walked into the office with a fierce look on his face. Before he could see what was inside the room, he smelled a refreshing and soothing fragrance of bamboo leaves.

For some reason, Jiang Siran paused, and his furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

The office curtains were drawn tightly, the air conditioner on high, dark and hot, making people feel restless and uneasy. Jiang Siran narrowed his eyes, his wolf-like sharp eyes scanning the room before finally catching sight of Fu You, curled up on the sofa.

He had probably been asleep when he was suddenly awakened by the sound of someone kicking at the door. Wrapped in a blanket, Fu You leaned against the back of the sofa, looking half-awake, staring blankly at the door.

The room was dark, but Fu You's skin was a glowing white. His pair of deep green, clear eyes looked at Jiang Siran, like finely polished glass products, so fragile that it made people tremble.

Jiang Siran's hair stood on end when the young man looked at him. His head buzzed and he subconsciously locked the door.

——I feel like I can’t let others see this guy in his current state.

The assistant had just trotted to the door when it slammed shut, narrowly missing his face. His eyelids jumped, and he thought, "Oh no! Are we really going to fight?"

With Mr. Jiang's frail little body, could he withstand a few blows from his tall and strong brother?

The assistant was so worried that he kept pacing at the door. He thought and thought again, and finally gritted his teeth and raised his hand to knock on the locked door.

He tentatively said, "Boss Jiang, I'm right outside the door. Call me anytime if you need me."

About a minute later, he heard Mr. Jiang's voice coming from the door.

"I'm fine."

The voice was slightly distorted through the door, but it didn't sound unusual. Still, the assistant was worried, so he simply stood at the door of the president's office, like a door god, just in case something unexpected happened.

The atmosphere in the office was not as tense as the assistant had imagined.

Jiang Siran stood in front of the sofa, his sturdy back hunched. He leaned his handsome face closer to Fu You and looked at him disdainfully: "Tsk, Jiang Fu You, the assistant you hired is quite loyal. Look at how nervous he is, as if he's afraid I might eat you up."

Fu You seemed to be completely sober.

He leaned against the sofa, his manner lazy and elegant, raised his eyes and said: "Xiaoran, you must knock on the door before entering someone else's room."

"If you don't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door." Jiang Siran's voice sounded a bit gnashed: "Jiang Fuyou, are you guilty?"

Fu You didn't respond, but smiled gently at him with the corners of her eyes.

Over the past few years, his younger brother had grown from a teenager into a respectable young man, tall and broad-shouldered. Just standing in front of him seemed like he could hold him whole.

Although Jiang Siran treated him badly, Fu You was still quite relieved.

Jiang Siran originally came to question the other party, but before he could even ask two questions, he was looked at by the other party with loving eyes as if he were looking at his son, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Young Master Jiang couldn't help but get goose bumps on his arms, and frowned.

The distance between the two was so close that Jiang Siran could smell a hint of smoke from the elegant and cold fragrance on Fu You.

It's not that bad, it's just...

Jiang Siran glanced at the trash can with his wolf-like eyes and saw a lonely cigarette butt.

"After three years abroad, you haven't learned anything else, but you've learned to smoke." Jiang Siran frowned even more tightly. "If you have a weak heart and still smoke, be careful to die faster."

"I died early, which is exactly what you want." Fu You turned away his eyes and said quickly in a low voice.

"What?" Jiang Siran didn't hear clearly, so he turned his head and moved closer to Fu You.

"I say, Xiaoran, do you want to go home together later?" Fu You looked at him again and asked in a friendly manner.

I feel like I'm being treated like a fool by this guy.

Jiang Siran let out a light click of his tongue, pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek, and thought with squinted eyes in displeasure.

"Why, Jiang Fuyou?" He sneered, bending even lower, his nose touching Fuyou's. "Did you sleep like a fool? It's only been a day, and you don't remember what I said?"

Jiang Siran looked into Fu You's eyes and spoke word by word, "What I hate most is ungrateful liars like you. Don't even think about living under the same roof with you. I find it disgusting."

Fu You's face was extremely pale, and her eyelashes were long, yet not curled, like the end of a dancer's pinky finger, half-closed to cover her eyes. The shadow of her eyelashes fell precisely on the small mole at the end of her eye, and her dark green pupils appeared incredibly deep.

Jiang Siran, feeling a subtle sense of revenge, stared intently at Fu You. He tried to find even the slightest sign of injury in Fu You's beautiful eyes, like a starving wolfhound frantically sniffing for blood.

But, there is nothing at all.

Fu You still raised his dark eyebrows and looked at him gently.

It's like watching a child being unreasonable.

The arrogant aura on Jiang Siran seemed to be extinguished in an instant, and he showed a surprised expression.

Fu You ignored him and said in a compromising tone, like coaxing a child: "Then you go home first. I'll stay in the company for a while and go back after get off work, okay?"

It was obvious that Jiang Siran didn't come to the office to find Fu You for this matter.

But at this moment, provoked by Fu You's attitude, he forgot all about the will, property, and Meng Tianrui.

——Even Jiang Siran himself didn’t notice that he was actually being led by Fu You.

Jiang Siran's face was gloomy, and he pressed towards Fu You with a domineering aura: "You..."

"By the way, Xiaoran." Fu You suddenly interrupted him as if he remembered something: "I have something to show you."

What's so good about it?!

After hearing Fu You's words, Jiang Siran showed an impatient expression. He wanted to directly sneer, but Young Master Jiang lowered his eyes and glanced at the screen of the other party's mobile phone in annoyance.

"Wait, wait!" Jiang Siran's eyes widened in horror, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world. He couldn't even speak clearly: "Why do you have this photo?!"

Fu You looked at him and blinked, his thick, raven-black eyelashes fluttering with his breathing, making him look extremely innocent.

However, completely inconsistent with the innocent face of the sickly young man, on the screen of the mobile phone in his hand was a photo of a child wearing open-crotch pants!

Facts have proven that Young Master Jiang's arrogance has been present since childhood. In the picture, Young Master Jiang is brazenly bare-buttocksed, with his chin raised high, looking...

Puff.

Jiang Siran looked at the photo, his expression was a hundred times uglier than his own dark history. It could be hung in the classroom for writing with chalk without any sense of incongruity.

"This is a photo album my dad left me. It contains many photos of you when you were a child." As if afraid that Jiang Siran would be furious, Fu You sighed softly in her pleasant voice, "But I think this one is the best. Look, how cute it is when it's small."

"Jiang Fuyou!" Jiang Siran's face was mixed black and red. He glared at the handsome young man in front of him, his teeth clenched tightly, looking as if he wanted to eat him.

Fu You responded with a light "hmm", his eyes drooping, his smile becoming more harmless: "Xiao Ran, you don't want your cute photos of your butt exposed to be seen by our mutual friends in our circle of friends, right?"

…

Jiang Siran was so angry that his vision went dark, and in a trance he seemed to see the devil's horns emerging from Fu You's head.

Young Master Jiang was so angry that he could hardly breathe. He stretched out his long arm and tried to snatch the phone from Fu You's hand.

But Fu You's body was soft and thin, with a small frame, and his movements were very flexible. Jiang Siran was so frustrated that he tried to catch it several times but failed. When he wanted to get serious, the sickly young man put his phone against his chest pitifully and said his heart ached.

The eye circles on her snow-white face were red, and her lips were completely bloodless, making her look like she was really suffering.

Jiang Siran was afraid that something might really happen to him, so he had to grit his teeth and give up the idea of ​​robbing him.

"Be good, listen to your brother and remember to go home tonight." Fu You wiped the tears she had just pretended to cry with her fingertips and looked at Jiang Siran with a smile: "Go home and go to bed on time every day in the future, and don't fool around outside casually."

Because of the intense exercise he'd just experienced, Fu You's fair face was lightly flushed. With this suggestive expression, he pointedly said to Jiang Siran, who was shaking with anger, "Xiaoran, if I don't see you when I get home, I might be tempted to post something on WeChat Moments to express my longing for you."

"Fine, let's go back." Jiang Siran laughed angrily, leaning forward with broad shoulders, aggressively surrounding Fu You on the sofa. "It's my home anyway, what am I afraid of?"

He lowered his head, looking at Fuyou's hateful face, which was so beautiful in the dark that it was particularly thrilling. He gritted his teeth and thought:

Anyway, we don’t know who will suffer the loss!

…

"So, this is why you asked Lao Pei and me to come to your house for a drink tonight?"

In the living room on the first floor of the Jiang family villa, after listening to Jiang Siran's words, the other two young men had different expressions.

"Just to go against your brother?!" The young man with the dog eyes paused as he was about to drink the wine. He looked at Jiang Siran and shouted exaggeratedly, "Brother Ran, how old are you? Why are you still doing this? I haven't used this trick since I was ten!"

Next to him, a handsome young man with a high nose and thin lips raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at Jiang Siran indifferently.

"He is not my brother!" Jiang Siran immediately retorted, feeling increasingly unhappy, and took another sip of beer.

The young man with the dog-eye eyes was called Xiao Lehui, and the one who looked like an ice cube turned spirit was called Pei Yi. Together with Jiang Siran, these three princes had grown up together, sharing the same trousers. Not only were they arrogant and domineering outside, but they were also troublemakers at home, not to mention being troublesome.

One demon king was humiliated, while the other two watched with amusement. Xiao Lehui picked up a French fry and threw it into his mouth, chewing it with a wicked grin, "Our brother Ran is usually fighting, racing, skydiving, and bungee jumping. He's braver than an ox, and there's nothing he wouldn't dare to do. Why is he being controlled by an outsider now? I've heard and seen your brother...your so-called brother. They say he's as delicate as a little jade, a sickly beauty, and so pitiful. You can't even deal with this?"

Jiang Siran seemed to have remembered something troubling him when he heard this. His face darkened even further. He clenched his knuckles, and the poor can in his palm crunched into a pile of scrap metal. "What little jade figurine? It's more like a cat demon that has turned into a spirit!"

"I remember you used to like your... cough. How come you changed your mind after she came back from her trip abroad?"

"Ask, ask, ask! Why didn't I notice you were such a gossip before!" Jiang Siran raised his eyes suddenly, sneered, and pulled his lips: "Xiao Lehui, if you ask one more question, get out!"

Seeing this, Xiao Lehui shrugged at Pei Yi who was watching the show calmly beside him, and decided not to provoke the angry Young Master Jiang.

Jiang Siran started drinking alone again.

——When Jiang Fuyou was first picked up by the old man and brought back to the Jiang family, he was completely different from now.

At that time, Jiang Fuyou was aloof and cold. Although he had an extremely handsome face, his body was skinny and he looked like a malnourished little pitiful person.

She was four years older than him, but much shorter. She looked at everyone as if they were trash or bugs. She even scratched his face the moment they met!

Thinking of the past, Jiang Siran narrowed his eyes and couldn't help grinding his teeth. He raised his hand to touch the tiny scar on his jaw that was so faint that it was almost invisible.

Later, after spending a long time in the Jiang family, he slowly learned how to smile in a pleasing way.

They had a good relationship for a while, until...

Until that guy left the country alone without saying a word and there was no news from him since!

For three whole years, more than a thousand days, Jiang Fuyou didn't even reply to a single text message!

When I returned to China, it was for the old man's inheritance.

It was hard to describe what he was feeling. Jiang Siran just felt like a huge millstone was pressing down on his heart, making even his breathing feel heavy. He just wanted to burn, smash things, and make a fuss to vent his emotions.

Jiang Siran lowered his eyelashes, his hair brushed across his strong profile, and he took another sip of wine.

Beside him, Xiao Lehui was still chatting with Pei Yi: "Speaking of which, I'm quite curious about what kind of person that person is. He could torture our Young Master Jiang into this miserable state now, as if he was dumped by a goddess and is drowning his sorrows in alcohol."

It seemed as if to answer the doubts in Xiao Lehui's heart.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sensor light at the entrance of the villa lit up.

There was a click sound indicating successful fingerprint recognition, and the door was pushed open from the outside. A cold wind carrying snowflakes blew into the living room, bringing with it a faint, cold fragrance.

The drunkenness of the young men was suddenly blown away by the fragrance, and their five senses seemed to be sharper than usual.

Xiao Lehui had never smelled such a pleasant scent since he was a child. It was better than any expensive and high-end perfume. He couldn't help but feel curious about the owner of this fragrance, so he looked towards the gate.

The door lock snapped shut again, the bright snow outside faded away, and the only light source was the chandelier on the ceiling of the villa.

There was a long corridor between the entrance and the living room. Xiao Lehui squinted his eyes and looked carefully, but he could only see a pair of long, straight legs wrapped in trousers.

The closer they got, the higher the light shot, gradually illuminating the man's entire body. His waist and hips were narrow, his shoulders thin; though he was clearly a man, his body lines were made extremely slender by the corset.

Xiao Lehui's heart suddenly began to beat faster and faster, following the rhythm of the other person's leather shoes stepping on the floor. He didn't know what he was expecting, but he just stared at the person who walked in without blinking.

Finally, the man's appearance became clear under the light.

Xiao Lehui suddenly felt dizzy, as if he had drunk all the liquor on the table overnight, and his mouth was dry.

He knew that he was not the only one who had such thoughts, because he heard Pei Yi beside him also swallowing a mouthful of wine with a "gulp".

Under the light, the handsome young man looked like a beauty sculpted from snow jade, his black hair falling softly between his brows, his bamboo-green pupils limpid and solitary. His features were extremely cold and indifferent, yet when he smiled, that coldness melted like ice and snow.

"Are there guests home?" Fu You smiled, folding his windbreaker around his arm and looking gently at Jiang Siran, who was sitting not far away drinking alone. "Xiaoran, why don't you introduce me to him?"

Jiang Siran snorted coldly, pretending not to hear.

Xiao Lehui, who had recovered from the beauty attack, took advantage of the opportunity to move forward.

"Brother, my name is Xiao Lehui, you can just call me Xiao Xiao." The young man made good use of his appearance, smiling very brightly, and at the same time looking at the handsome brother in front of him with a pair of puppy eyes, trying to leave a well-behaved first impression on the other party.

Xiao Lehui pointed to the side perfunctorily: "His name is Pei Yi."

Pei Yi's face was hidden in the darkness and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Fu You raised his hand and greeted them one by one, then looked at Jiang Siran who remained silent: "Xiaoran, you guys continue playing. I'm a little tired, so I'm going back to my room to rest."

After saying that, he walked around the messy living room caused by the chaos and headed upstairs.

Fu You was extremely sleepy and hurried back to the bedroom, not noticing that the wolf cubs behind him, who appeared to be obediently calling him brother, were secretly staring at his long legs and perfectly proportioned waist and hips with unusual looks.

It was not until the thin, jade-like figure completely disappeared into the darkness that the men withdrew their gaze with regret.

"Brother Ran, what should I do?" Xiao Le returned to his seat and picked up his wine glass again, sighing, "I seem to have fallen in love with your brother at first sight."

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The main theme of this small world is dog training literature, so no matter how arrogant and narcissistic the tops are at the beginning, their final fate is to be trained like a dog by the cat president.