Chapter 19: Is it a matter of reason?

"...Yeah, good dream!" Wen Miao paused as he entered the room and replied to Wen Shuzhou.

Wen Miao closed the door gently, stood against it for a while, then walked to the bathroom and took a shower.

Wen Shuzhou watched Wen Miao enter the house, raised a smile on his face, lowered his head and shook it slightly.

The night is alluring, and everyone has some worries in their hearts, but this does not affect their good dreams.

At seven o'clock the next day, when Wen Qingzhou, who was shouting that he was hungry, was dragged out of the door by Xiao Ye, Wen Miao from next door suddenly opened the door and handed a boxed sandwich to Wen Qingzhou.

"Here, take it and eat it in the car."

"Wen Miao, you are so nice, a great brother, thank you." Wen Qingzhou was so moved that he immediately climbed towards Wen Miao like an octopus.

"...Qingzhou, it's time for you to go." Wen Shuzhou lifted his younger brother by the collar and brought him in front of Xiaoye.

"Brother, let go of me! You are strangling me. Are you trying to kill your own brother?" Wen Qingzhou protested loudly.

"Your voice is so loud, it doesn't look like you're being strangled." Wen Shuzhou directly stuffed Wen Qingzhou into the car and turned his head to say to Xiao Ye.

"Aren't we in a hurry? If we don't leave now, we might miss the appointment!"

"Haha..., Brother Shuzhou is right, we'll leave now." Xiao Ye laughed and retreated to the car, closed the door and patted his chest.

"My God, the pressure on President Wen is terrible."

"Xiao Ye, look at how little you have accomplished. You're actually that afraid of my brother." Wen Qingzhou took a bite of the sandwich and glanced at Xiao Ye.

"Qingzhou, my little master, you and the president are brothers and have lived together since childhood. Of course you don't think there's anything wrong. But I'm different from you. I have only come into contact with the president in the last three or four years. Don't you know the aura that keeps strangers away from him? I'm still not used to it." Xiao Ye pouted.

"...That's right." Wen Qingzhou thought about it seriously and nodded in agreement.

With his brother's indifferent personality, it seems that few people can avoid being frostbitten. To be honest, those who want to be friends with him or get close to him really need to have a strong heart and be recognized. Otherwise, there is no hope. But Wen Miao seems to be an exception. Could it be that he ate someone else's food and is trying to make amends?

Wen Qingzhou thought so and swallowed the last bite of the sandwich.

"Wen Miao's cooking skills are incredible. I want to stay at his house for a long time."

"Is his craft so amazing? Qingzhou, aren't you quite picky?" Xiaoye asked curiously.

"Yes, but I'll tell you, no matter what food Wen Miao cooks, I like it. Don't you think it's weird?" Wen Qingzhou curled his lips to savor the taste.