Chapter 50 My Brother's Nest is So Warm! A door opened and closed...

A door opened and closed, the blankets on the bed were bunched up like a small hill with their backs to people, and the blackout curtains next to them were tightly closed, making the room dim.

He glanced at it, then clicked the switch, and the sudden burst of white light illuminated the bedroom. The small mound on the bed remained motionless. Zhu Yanhe took a few steps inside to investigate.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly a sound came from behind him. He paused slightly, turned around and was met with a person who was lunging at him with bared teeth and claws. As a result, his legs gave way and he crashed straight into his arms.

Zhu Yan paused for a second, then mimicked a ghostly scream with a blank expression. Ning Buyi, in his arms, trembled for a moment in fright, and couldn't help but chuckle, "What a coward."

Instead of scaring him, Ning Buyi got scared herself. Angrily, she left a spit on his chest, but actually bit his clothes instead of his flesh, which made her even angrier.

"You scared me!" He nestled against the man's chest, the warmth of his breath seeming to seep into his skin and linger in Zhu Yanhe's heart. The instigator was completely unaware, taking it for granted that he was snuggling in the man's arms to draw warmth.

"You scared me." Zhu Yanhe repeated his words with a half-smile.

You scared me first!

He would never admit that he had been hiding behind the door ever since the old man arrived, waiting for Zhu Yanhe to open the door and scare him.

"You scared me first." Zhu Yanhe put her arm around his waist and continued to repeat herself.

"You turned on the light and scared me!"

"You turn on the light first and scare me."

"Don't mimic me!"

"Don't mimic my speech."

Zhu Yanhe has been mimicking his speech, hasn't he? He tilted his head back, squinted, and met Zhu Yanhe's gaze, his mischievous thoughts bubbling up again.

"I'm a pig!"

"Hmm, I know." The man looked at Ning Xiaozhu with a smirk, easily manipulating her.

Huh? Why aren't you learning anymore! Ning Buyi frowned, clenched his fists, and gave Zhu Yanhe, who was not following the rules, a series of punches, neither too hard nor too soft.

The attack was unsuccessful, and instead, Zhu Yanhe dragged him out to return him to his assistant's position, with the spoils Ning Buyi had obtained from the president's office still on the table.

He sat obediently watching the movie, his courage was smaller than a mouse, and he was even more timid than Zhu Yanhe when she played horror movies. Every time a ghost screamed, he would scream back. Zhu Yanhe listened to his jumpy behavior, and he would hide behind her from time to time, too scared to watch. She reached out and froze the video: "Aren't you afraid of scaring your guts out?"

"No way." Who do you think you are! Ning Buyi waved his hand away and continued watching the dark and slightly bloody images on the screen.

Zhu Yanhe leaned back in his seat and moved closer to him, placing one hand on the back of his seat. In less than three seconds, accompanied by the screaming background music of the movie, someone crawled into his arms. Zhu Yanhe smiled as expected, thinking, "So bad at it, yet loves to play games."

"You're really brave." He said with a smile, seemingly praising the person but actually subtly pointing at the one who had just said they wouldn't be scared.

Ning Buyi scoffed. He was naturally very bold. He thought about taking Zhu Yanhe's phone from the table and locking it for half an hour. Anyone who dared to criticize the young emperor would be punished with the death penalty.

The animation sound played intermittently as Zhu Yanhe reviewed the project files.

Ning Buyi sat quietly beside him, holding a bag of potato chips. The scene in front of him changed several times and was about to reach the climax of the animation. He watched it intently, forgetting to chew the potato chips in his mouth.

The screen suddenly froze, the image was frozen, and the computer screen went black the next moment. He hadn't finished watching yet!

Wait a minute! Are we going to have to pay compensation?!

He quickly turned the computer around so his back was to Zhu Yanhe, tried restarting it but nothing happened. After fiddling with it for a while without success, he peeked out and asked the person working there, "Zhu Yanhe, how much does this computer cost?"

Zhu Yanhe glanced at him upon hearing this and said indifferently, "Is it broken?"

Ning Buyi, whose name had been mentioned, shook its head vigorously, like a rattle drum. In reality, it was just tired and wanted to rest for a while.

He saw right through the boy's obvious attempt to cover up his misdeeds and pretended to be serious: "This is a limited edition, worth two hundred thousand."

Hearing this, his heart finally died. Two hundred thousand. He only made ten thousand a month working here. He would have to lose twenty months' worth of work. So he said he didn't want to come to work anymore!

The fluffy head was fiddling with something behind his back. Zhu Yanhe only glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, thinking of it as giving him something to do.

The crashed computer screen reflected Ning Buyi's tearful face. No matter how many ways he tried to turn the computer on online, none of them worked. Damn computer, he had hardly ever touched it.

"Zhu Yanhe, can you give me a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan?" He lowered his head and counted on his fingers, looking like a child admitting his mistake. If Zhu Yanhe gave him 20,000 yuan a month, he could pay it back by working for ten months.

"Why?" Zhu Yanhe looked up at him. Although she had a general idea of ​​what had happened, Ning Buyi still only wanted to pay back 20,000 a month. There was no one in the world more like a little pig than him.

His eyes darted away, not understanding what was so interesting about it. He just needed it, so Ning Buyi lied, "I just want to buy a house as soon as possible."

His eyes clearly betrayed his guilt. Zhu Yanhe reached out to take the computer, but Ning Buyi immediately wrapped his hand around it, holding it tightly. It was quite warm.

"I can consider it. Let me see the computer."

"Then I don't want it!" Upon hearing this, the boy decisively let go, hugged the computer to his chest, and his little face scrunched up in a bitter expression. He might as well work for twenty months.

Zhu Yanhe was almost amused by his silly appearance, thinking that if she found out, she would eat him alive.

"Then there will be no raise."

Ning Buyi glared at him with wide eyes before turning her head away, looking like she refused to communicate with anyone, and curled up in her chair like a grumpy little dumpling.

Seeing that he wouldn't turn around even if he died, Zhu Yanhe lazily spoke up: "I know the tablet is broken."

Ning Xiaozhu's eyes suddenly lit up. He knew that this meant he wouldn't have to pay compensation himself. He then blinked eagerly, anticipating Zhu Yanhe's verdict.

His face practically screamed, "Please don't make me pay for this."

"I could choose not to pay, but..." He propped his head up with his hand, only saying half of his sentence.

Upon hearing the words "no compensation," Ning Buyi had already grabbed his arm, not caring about the "but" at all, as long as she didn't have to pay.

"Thank you, thank you. I knew you were the best to me."

Zhu Yanhe said with a half-smile, "I haven't finished yet."

"But you have to promise me one thing."

"What's up?"

Zhu Yanhe smiled and said he'd think of something and then tell him. He readily agreed, saying he could do anything, even ten things! That's two hundred thousand!

Having resolved a major concern, Ning Buyi returned the computer to him, pouting and saying, "It broke before I even touched it. Broken computer."

Zhu Yanhe chuckled, took the computer, glanced at it, and then put it aside. He figured out the problem and knew it was easy to fix, but if he fixed it, wouldn't Ning Xiaozhu regret it?

Night fell, the silvery moonlight hung in the sky but did not shine in, and the dim yellow night light on the wall of the bed enveloped the room. He rubbed his eyes and hiccuped. The sushi that Zhu Yanhe had taken him to eat that afternoon was actually just seafood rice rolls.

"How did this happen?" Zhu Yanhe applied the medicine as usual, and when he lifted up his pants, he saw that there were now bluish bruises on his once fair legs at the knees.

He looked up, opened his eyes, and replied with a soft "hmm," "It must have been from when he went to the toilet last night."

He woke up in the middle of the night yesterday, and forgetting his injury, he took a couple of steps and then knelt down. The boy lay on the floor looking up at the sky. Why not just hit him? Why tie him up? Just because he would fight back? Kneeling was so painful that Ning Buyi lost all sleepiness and had to crawl step by step to the bathroom. Life is such a bitter medicine!

Zhu Yanhe gently rubbed the bruise, which had just begun to heal and had been injured again: "Wake me up when you get up."

"What do you do if your phone can't wake you up?" He stared at his lower abdomen, which rose and fell with his breath, and started playing by himself.

Zhu Yanhe made a decision without much thought: "Go sleep in my room."

He said "Oh," and that was fine too! He grabbed his blanket and pillow, mounted his walking human-shaped vehicle, and slid onto Zhu Yanhe's bed.

Zhu Yanhe didn't go to bed early. The wall lamp was on in the room, and the only sound was the rustling of pages as they passed through the air. At first, Ning Buyi was sleeping soundly.

Zhu Yanhe was deep in thought with his eyes down when a noise came from beside him, followed by a tug on the blanket covering him. He had a bad feeling about this.

A slender, white arm wrapped around his waist, clearing his mind. Ning Buyi frowned slightly, then wrapped his arms around him like an octopus, finally relaxing his brow in satisfaction.

Zhu Yanhe only saw someone enter his bed, with half of their head sticking out. The bed that originally belonged to the boy was kicked to the corner all alone. It's a wonder he's not sick with this idiot's sleeping posture.

He reached out and lifted the corner of the blanket a little. The boy's cheek, which was pressed against his side, was bulging. A sliver of light from the wall shone in, making him frown. He probably thought it was a bit too bright, so he put the blanket back down.

Zhu Yanhe had always slept alone; this was the first time he could remember that someone else had been beside him. He closed the book and tried to gently remove the hand from his waist, but the arm wrapped around him again the next second. It wasn't this clingy during the day.

He sighed softly, reached out and turned off the wall lamp, plunging the room into darkness, with slivers of silver light from outside filtering through the cracks in the window, forming white lines. Zhu Yanhe had just lain down when his hand, which had been resting on his waist, moved over his body, from his lower abdomen to his chest.

He clicked his tongue as he touched him, and Zhu Yanhe rubbed his temples. Was he dissatisfied?

Only when he touched the man's arm did he feel satisfied and put it on himself. When he couldn't pull it off the first time, his brows furrowed even more. It turned out that he wanted to sleep in the man's arms.

Zhu Yanhe didn't struggle, letting him pull her up by the waist and then pull her into his arms. She was small, but she had quite a temper.

In the quiet of the night, their even breathing alternated. He quietly traced the boy's face, but couldn't resist leaning forward and giving the boy a light, fleeting kiss on the forehead.

"Zhu Yanhe, Zhu Yanhe." A voice woke him up. The man slowly opened his eyes, and Ning Buyi rubbed his eyes and nudged him.

His deep, slightly hoarse voice replied, "Mm."

"Going to the toilet," Ning Buyi whispered, pressing his ear against the person's ear.

He had just woken up from the urge to breathe when he found himself rolled into Zhu Yanhe's arms. His good brother's nest was so warm that he didn't want to move!

Zhu Yanhe got up, carried the person into the restroom, and as soon as they entered, he pushed them out, saying, "Wait for me outside!"

Although we're brothers, comparisons are inevitable, and he has no obligation to inform us!

Zhu Yanhe chuckled softly, squinting as he leaned against the wall.

"Zhu Yanhe, I'm all better!" There was a knock on the glass door. He leaned against the wall but couldn't open it, so he could only wait inside for someone to come and carry him. These past two days, Ning Buyi had really been like a pampered princess, needing to be carried everywhere.

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