Chapter 41 Chapter 41 Brother, You Smell So Good
An You adjusted her collar again. She was actually quite satisfied with it and didn't think there was anything wrong with showing it to other people. Pajamas are just pajamas, not sexy lingerie. They can't be shown to others.
Gin: "Come closer, I can't see clearly."
"oh."
He walked in front of Gin. Although he was looking down at him, he suddenly felt a chill, as if he was shorter than him.
Forget it, brother is naturally low-pressure, there is no need to worry about it.
An You stood up and showed off her clothes, then picked up another pair of pajamas. "Which one suits my temperament?"
An X-ray-like gaze swept over his body, a sharp, undisguised gaze that seemed to rip him open. An You couldn't help but flinch.
"The second one."
An You picked up another piece of clothing, a silk pajamas, and found that apart from the low collar, it had no other advantages. He began to doubt how Gin defined fashion.
An You turned her head away: "I shouldn't be asking you this. Your taste isn't that good at all."
Gin: ...
Gin raised his eyes again and said, "Come here."
An You was confused. She dropped her pajamas and walked over to Master Qin. "What are you doing?"
Gin: "You promised to be available whenever I call you. You should keep your promise."
An You: "I know, I know. If you want to use me as a stress reliever, then here I come."
As he said this, he moved his face forward and let Gin pinch his face. The eldest brother was busy with surveillance work and he didn't seem to intend to rest until he got useful information. Anyou was forced to stay up late with him.
Even as her eyelids drooped from sleep, An You remained steadfast at her post, her cheek pressed against the cool glass tabletop as she murmured to herself, "Come on, An You, you can do it. There are no workers with difficulties, only workers with the spirit of never giving up."
Gin finally gave him a look and asked, "Isn't the table cold?"
An You: "It's cool, but this is my first job, I have to stick to it."
Gin pinched his soft cheeks and said, "You are really good at nitpicking about these little things."
"Uh uh uh, just professionalism."
Unfortunately, no matter how strong his professional spirit was, he couldn't resist falling asleep. In the end, he was so sleepy that he was confused. Or maybe it was because Glass Ice's face was numb, so he simply lay on Gin's thighs and fell asleep.
Suddenly, he turned his face to the black coat in his dream. Unexpectedly, although the big brother's thigh muscles were a little stiff, the fabric of the clothes was quite soft. He rubbed the coat again, found a comfortable corner for himself to sleep, and put his arms on the ground.
The sleepy Zhiqi smelled an intoxicating scent, icy and cool like snowflakes, and as cold as being in a vast snowy night.
Every breath she took was filled with this icy coolness, and his scent was even stronger and more aggressive. She might have resisted it at first, but once she got used to it, she found it charming.
An You, who was originally drowsy, held on to the last bit of rationality, lifted up his long silver hair that hung on his waist, spread the hair on his face, and murmured to himself, "Brother, you smell so good."
Naturally, no one noticed Gin's strange expression. Gin didn't know what he was doing before going to bed. He even spread his hair on his face and raised his head to pull back a strand of hair.
When the work was almost finished, Gin finally had a chance to catch his breath. He looked down and saw the little man lying on the sofa with his legs on his body.
The body, between a boy and a young man, was green and innocent, the chest rising and falling slightly with breathing, and a face the size of a palm was facing him, and he could even feel the rising and falling breathing.
The little guy has delicate eyebrows and eyes, and bright red lips. His lips are slightly open and closed when he sleeps, with a strand of long silver hair sticking to his lips.
His breathing was very light, and I didn't know what he was dreaming about, but he was still smacking his lips.
Stare intently for a while.
What a harmless face, one that can even trust himself so openly. Most people in high positions of power, or young masters from wealthy families, are afraid of death, afraid that their wealth and glory will disappear, afraid that life is short and glory is fleeting. It is normal for them to be surrounded by bodyguards when going out. Only An You dares to mix with members of the organization alone, and he is not worried about people with bad intentions.
I don’t know if those rats in the organization have set their sights on him. If they have, he will inevitably be bitten.
It seems that the progress of investigating undercover agents needs to be accelerated.
Gin turned off the computer and pushed his head against his legs, "Wake up, go back to your room and sleep."
"Hmm?"
An You's eyes were half open and half closed, and her consciousness was blurred.
Seeing that the person was still unconscious, Gin picked up the lying child, carried the staggering person back to the bedroom, and closed the door.
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Gin is often not at home. For some reason, he always seems to be busy. When he is on the way to a mission, An You sometimes wonders if he has taken on all the tasks of the winery. The distribution of tasks within your winery is too uneven. Some are extremely busy, while others are extremely idle.
But even though Gin was so busy that he didn't know what to do, he would not allow Anyou to go on the mission with him. He would rather take Vodka, who only knew how to drive, than take Anyou on the mission.
Before he left, Anyou had severely condemned this, but he didn't expect Gin to just casually throw him a card and let him spend it as he pleased as long as he didn't cause any trouble.
An You thought, good people, there are still many good people in this world.
Thank you hardworking gin. Thank you rich people.
So when Gin didn't want to take him with him on the mission, he just turned a blind eye, otherwise he would feel uneasy taking the money.
The first thing he did after getting the money was to contact Vermouth of the organization and explain his plan simply and clearly: he wanted a villa of his own. It wasn't because he envied Gin's super luxurious villa.
However, he didn't know much about the housing market in Beika Town, nor did he know how to choose a house. Of course, the most troublesome thing was signing the contract. He knew nothing about the ins and outs of it, and was worried that he would buy an unfinished building or a shoddy project. He could only ask her for help. At least in the boss's mouth, she was trustworthy.
When Vermouth saw him for the first time, she was also impressed. He was indeed handsome and generous in helping her. Not long after, An You got a villa in the suburbs.
As for the decoration style of the villa, it was determined by him.
That day, on the way to the organization to discuss furniture with Vermouth, An You had just left the office and was about to go home when his wrist suddenly felt tight. Before he could call for help, another hand covered it and he was pulled behind the bushes.
An You struggled, "Mmmmm?"
The man behind the province spoke up, "It's me."
Hearing that the person coming was an acquaintance, An You relaxed his guard.
"Scotland, why are you here?"
His shoulders were grabbed, and he turned around to face Scotland. Scotland's face showed a bit of fatigue and vicissitudes, but he still forced himself to be cheerful in front of him, "I've been looking for you, why did you leave without saying goodbye?"
An You opened her mouth and said, "Actually, I have a strange disease and I won't live long."
Scotland frowned, "You've already used that excuse."
"Well, that's Brother Gin, he's got a strange disease and won't live long. I have to go take care of him."
Scotland: "...You didn't have such a good relationship with him before."
"It was the past, but it's different now. He and I have a life-long friendship."
After a moment of silence, Scotland tentatively asked, "You didn't fall asleep that night."
An You immediately rejected it, "No, I was sleeping soundly. I don't know what you did."
Scotland showed an expression of "as expected", with a hint of sadness covering his face, "You already know my feelings, but you are afraid to face it, so you escape to Gin, right?"
An You: "What's right? It's not right. I don't understand what you are saying. I want to go home!"
As he spoke, he struggled to break away from Scotland's chest and walked towards the villa area on his own.
Scotland followed behind him, and An You didn't refuse. Anyway, he would not have any feelings beyond friendship with Scotland.
A series of rainy days followed. Early in the morning, the sound of rain pattered down. An You woke up in his new villa. Scotland was not there, and no one had even reminded him to close the doors and windows. Put on more clothes to keep warm.
The wet rain fell on the eaves, making a dripping sound. An You looked at the blue sky outside the window and suddenly couldn't sleep.
The blue rainy season reminded him of Scotland for no reason. Scotland also had a pair of blue cat eyes and a blue hoodie. He exuded a fresh scent that smelled cool and soft, just like the rain outside the window.
In such a blues rainy season, he can always calm down, or rather, he is always quiet and peaceful around Scotland.
If you ask yourself, Scotland is a very good friend. He is gentle and kind to others and very tolerant. An You likes the feeling of freedom and unconstraint when he is around.
But once they break away from the friendship, An You doesn't want to. For him, turning his good friend gay is more painful than making him eat shit.
Unable to sleep, An You got up from the bed and suddenly heard the doorbell ring.
An You had nothing to do, so she simply opened the door. There was no one outside. She glanced at the ground and found a bouquet of flowers.
The bouquet was lying alone at the door of her house. An You picked up the bouquet and looked at it over and over again. It was obviously a rose, but its color was green.
The roses were in bud, still covered with dew. An You had never seen a green rose.
After all, he has never spent Valentine's Day with anyone, and there is no girl to give roses to.
"No, where did these roses come from? How did they appear in front of my door? Were they sent to the wrong person?"
"But green roses are rare. I've only heard of red roses. Why would a kind person give a green rose? What does it mean? Do you have to have some green on your hair if you want to have a good life?"
System: [This is a Scottish green rose, not something with a little green on its head.]
An You paused, "Scottish Green Rose, could it be that this was a gift from Scotland?"
The more I think about it, the more likely it seems, and I can even be sure that this is the case.
After all, Scotland was the only one who knew about his new villa.
An You picked up the green rose and placed it under her nose. A light and elegant fragrance filled the air. "It's nice and fragrant, but what's the point of giving me flowers?"
System: [The Scottish rose is pure and simple, symbolizing everlasting love. Its floral language is "My love for you will never fade, and will not diminish even with the passage of time."]
An You paused as she smelled the flower. It was neither right to pick it up nor to put it down. Finally, she sighed, "What kind of love is this? It's unrealistic. I hope Scotland won't become obsessed with it. It would be right to give up as soon as possible."
But the roses had already been delivered to my doorstep, and it was not appropriate to throw them into the trash can, so I simply picked up a flowerpot and kept them.
An You watered it from time to time. "It's a nice flower, but it's too green. It doesn't look very auspicious. I'll keep it for now. Since your name is Scottish Green Rose, I'll call you Little Green."
"Little Green, drink more water and grow a little taller. You must be thirsty. Don't become a gay like Scotland, okay?"
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