Chapter 472: My poor brother!
Looking at the person sitting on the sofa, Wenjiu was instantly excited. He changed his shoes and ran over to sit next to him, and asked quietly, "Brother, why are you here?"
Wen Chuji turned his head and glanced at Wen Jiu, and said indifferently: "Come and have a bite of food."
"What?"
"You don't welcome it?"
"How could it be unwelcome?"
"You are my brother, I wish you could come to my house for dinner every day!" Wen Jiu said as he shouted to the kitchen like a lackey: "Captain Lu, please cook a few more dishes tonight! Give my brother some good nourishment."
Lu Beiye paused in his cutting of vegetables and laughed out of anger at Wenjiu's words.
To nourish your brother?
He can torment me all day, and I want compensation?
You little bastard with your elbows sticking out!
He chopped the radish on the cutting board with a bang as if he was venting his anger, but Wen Jiusi didn't hear it at all. There was only Wen Chuji in his eyes, and his eyes were rolling around as he thought about where to gossip.
Wen Chuji didn't want to pay attention to it after hearing it. Who told him to be so talkative and showy?
It’s your own fault!
Wen Jiu thought about it and felt that asking directly was a bit too deliberate, so he took an orange from the table, peeled it and gave half to Wen Chuji, shaking his arms and pretending to be casual: "Brother, Sister Xiaoxiao came to the store to see me yesterday and gave me a string of pearl bracelets. Are you two about to get married?"
Wen Chuji felt even more resentful when he looked at the pearl bracelet on Wen Jiu's wrist.
He has no presents...
This damn girl got off on such a good deal!
Good things are coming?
He does want to!
Wen Chuji snorted twice and said, "Mind your own business and stop asking about my affairs. How can I not invite you to my wedding?"
Warming wine: "..."
Such an aggressive tone?
Didn’t you have a good time last night?
My poor brother!
When will I be able to bring my beauty home?
The look in her eyes when she looked at Wen Chuji was instantly filled with deep pity.
Wen Chuji: “…”
He was so angry that veins on his forehead were throbbing, and he almost couldn't help but reach out to grab the warm wine and clean it up.
What's going on between these two?
One that stimulates him?
One who pities him?
Have you discussed it?
Wen Chuji took a deep breath, resisted the urge to clean up the wine, and said, "I'm thirsty, peel two more for me, and clean up the white essence, I don't like to eat it."
"Okay!"
"I'll peel it for you now."
Wen Jiu decided to let Wen Chuji be more successful in family life because of his failure in love life, so that he can feel the love of his sister.
She peeled the orange and whispered, "When you meet Sister Xiaoxiao, you should keep your eyes open, observe her preferences and actions, and cater to her needs. Buy her gifts when necessary, remember everything she says, and put her first. You must explain everything and not be careless. If there is a problem, you must explain it in time and don't let her imagine it alone. Girls like to be treated sincerely by their loved ones. After a while, she will definitely be moved by you."
"Captain Lu is like this. He knows I like flowers, so he often gives me flowers. He remembers my preferences clearly. He tells me what I like to eat and what I like to cook. He never ignores me. He is the epitome of a good man. I have told him to take good care of you. If you want to marry me, Xiaoxiao, you have to be obedient."
Be good?
What are you listening to?
Hearing him say that showing affection stimulates me?
Wen Chuji laughed angrily, still feeling itchy with hatred when thinking about the good things Lu Beiye had done, but he couldn't bring himself to tell Wen Jiu about it, so he kept stuffing oranges into his mouth impatiently, and only started chewing them sullenly until his cheeks were bulging, and continued to give orders while chewing.
“I want to eat an apple.”
“Peel and cut into pieces.”
He gritted his teeth sinisterly, "Your wife is my sister, and I brought you up. Can't I cure you?"
How to treat a wife-controlled husband?
Of course, he was pissed off to death by his wife.
As expected——
Seeing Wenjiu take the apple to the kitchen and find a knife to clumsily start to peel it, Lu Beiye got angry and said, "I haven't even eaten the apple peeled by my wife, and you still want to cut it into pieces?"
Lu Beiye angrily snatched the apple from Wen Jiu's hand and whispered, "Don't peel it. What if the knife cuts your hand?"
Wen Jiu blinked, "Then you come?"
She really can't peel an apple.
Because she likes to eat apple peels.
Lu Beiye looked at the knife that Wenjiu passed to him and felt like he was going to die of anger. "I want to cook and you let our brother peel apples himself. How old is he and he still wants you to peel apples for him?"
Wen Jiu didn't understand why Lu Beiye was so angry all of a sudden, and he was unhappy, "My brother is still my brother no matter how old he is! What's wrong with me peeling an apple for him when he's in a bad mood?"
"Why are you so angry?"
Seeing that Wen Jiu was unhappy, Lu Beiye realized that he had not thought from her perspective. He felt distressed knowing that his brother was in a bad mood. He resisted the urge to hit Wen Chuji, took the knife from Wen Jiu's hand and started to peel the apple.
"I'm not angry."
"I'm just worried that you'd get hurt."
"Really?" Wenjiu didn't quite believe it.
"How can this be false?" Lu Beiye peeled the apple, cut it into pieces, and put it in a bowl to warm the wine. "Hurry up and give it to our brother!"
He decided.
I will start giving Wen Chuji advice tomorrow and help him get married as soon as possible.
So that he doesn't have to bother his wife.
At this time, Lu Beiye had no idea that Wen Chuji had no intention of torturing Wen Jiu at all. His target was himself.
Old ginger is still spicy!
Wen Chuji listened to the conversation in the kitchen, and his eyes and eyebrows revealed pride.
Want to make me unhappy?
You are still young!
Wen Jiu heard Lu Beiye say this and stood on tiptoe to kiss him twice on the face, "Then I apologize for what I said to you just now. You hurry up and cook. I'll go out and talk to our brother."
After Wen Chuji finished eating the apples that Lu Beiye had peeled and chopped, she ate the dinner he made. She left happily after eating her fill and went back to continue struggling with her own self-reflection.
When he left, Lu Beiye's face fell. He pulled the warm wine into his arms and sat on it, burying his head in her neck and rubbing it, as if he had suffered some great injustice.
I was a little confused when I was drinking warm wine.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I'm so tired."
"tired?"
"Then let's wash up and go to bed."
"I'm too tired to move."
Wen Jiu frowned, "Why are you so tired? What did you do today?"
This question hit the nail on the head for Lu Beiye; this was exactly what he was waiting for.
"I was tortured by my brother."
"Didn't you ask me to teach him? I went to find him when I arrived at the army in the morning. I asked him a few questions when I saw him hiding something in the drawer. Then he forced me to practice with him for the whole day. In the evening, he insisted on coming back with me for dinner." Lu Beiye said pitifully.
But Wenjiu didn't believe it at all.
Just two questions?
Are you treating her like a three-year-old child?
"Who asked you to stimulate him?"
Wen Jiu pulled Lu Beiye out of his arms and pinched his face angrily, "Have you learned to pretend to obey but secretly disobey now?"
"What do I want you to do?"
"What did you do again?"
Lu Beiye: “…”
Sigh!
I’d better not mess with people with the surname Wen from now on.
He can't afford to offend!
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