Big brother, stop it.
Li Zhu dragged his good brother into the room, pulled his collar with both hands, and angrily asked, "Don't you love me anymore?"
"You are my only relative. I would risk my life for you and even die for you." Lang Feng raised his finger to swear.
Realizing something was wrong, he retracted his finger and added, "The kind of good brothers do."
To be on the safe side, Li Zhu asked the system to provide the data.
[Subject: Lang Feng; Total Negative Value: 1180]
[Target: Lang Feng; Total Positive Value: 0 (Positive sentiment towards the original owner cannot be transferred to the host)]
It’s great, it’s a love-hate relationship.
It's not pure hatred.
Li Zhu loosened his grip and smoothed out his wrinkled clothes: "His name is Gao Cong'ai, Gao Congyu's younger brother."
It was raining heavily at night and I couldn't go home, so it was barely understandable that I stayed at Gao's house. Why did I bring his younger brother back?
Is this the relationship between an ordinary delivery guy and a customer?
Besides, their room is so small, and they didn’t get the consent of other roommates before bringing someone back.
"No, how can I sleep if I stay here?" Lang Feng said firmly, "Get rid of him quickly."
Li Zhu opened the door and peeked in. Gao Cong'ai was sitting on the sofa, still sleeping.
He closed the door, crossed his arms, thought for a moment, and said, "I'll call Mr. Gao."
Boom, boom, boom——
The door panel they were leaning against vibrated with the knocks, and the regular knocks fell heavily on the eardrums of both of them.
Li Zhu stuck his head out and saw Gao Cong'ai standing outside straight at some point.
"No phone calls," he said. "I'm going to tell you a secret about Gao Congyu."
This trick again!
"You eavesdropped on our conversation." Li Zhu was unhappy.
"You guys are being too loud." Gao Cong'ai's indifferent gaze passed from Lang Feng's face to Li Zhu. "How about it? Do you want to exchange?"
Li Zhu didn't want to take the bait, so he said confidently, "You tell me first, and then I'll consider whether to call."
"Brother, why don't you change your habit of snooping into other people's privacy?" Lang Feng was so annoyed that he kept grabbing his hair.
"You don't understand." Li Zhu couldn't say too much, not wanting to involve him in unknown danger.
"Yes, yes, I don't understand! Now that you understand, that's enough!" Lang Feng said angrily and ran away.
Gao Cong'ai watched him run away and said to Li Zhu thoughtfully, "So this is how you get along with other people."
The day the young man was caught peeping, he was like a dark mouse, lying on the crack of the door. He was scared and ran away when he touched a little blood. He was very timid.
After dinner, he came to deliver water, and he glanced into the room with his smart eyes in a way that he thought was covert.
She didn't sleep at night. When she heard any movement from him, she would sneak out and follow him all the way.
Call him stupid, but this guy knew how to hide his purpose and took the opportunity to contact Gao Congyu.
Let’s not say he’s stupid, but his acting is inconsistent and sometimes laughably clumsy.
"Don't stand there, hurry up and speak." Li Zhu straightened his back, hoping to look more imposing.
Gao Cong'ai looked at his heroic and arrogant expression and smiled: "You don't look like a mouse now, but more like a rooster that looks strong but is weak inside."
Much more interesting than any "friend" he had ever had.
Li Zhu put his hands on his hips instead and said, "You're the mouse. Besides, I'm not sure if I'm a rooster, but you're definitely a fighting cock. You're a sharp-tongued person who pecks at everyone you see."
"Fighting cocks don't peck at people, they only peck at chickens. Whatever you say, it's true." Gao Cong'ai said slowly, and when he looked down, he saw a pair of angry clenched fists.
It was like punching cotton, the other party didn't feel any pain at all. Li Zhu was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.
It’s confirmed that Gao Cong’ai was not here to stay overnight, but to torture him.
Li Zhu tried to calm down: "Stop talking nonsense and get down to business."
"Oh." Gao Cong'ai pulled a chair over and sat down. "Do you know why Manager Wang asked you to deliver snacks?"
"Why else? It was Gao Congyu who ordered it."
"You're only partially right." Gao Cong'ai lowered his head and tugged at his hospital gown, then changed the subject. "I want to change my clothes."
"Please explain yourself clearly."
"Think about it yourself." Gao Congyu raised his hand and began to unbutton his clothes.
Li Zhu: "I'll be struck by lightning if I'm not even saying it yet."
"Then chop me up. I don't want to live anyway." Gao Cong'ai's mood changed quickly.
The peace disappeared in an instant, turning into oppressive self-loathing.
Li Zhu: “…” I can’t afford to offend you.
There were several kitchen knives in the kitchen. Li Zhu was afraid that he would go crazy and slit his throat, so he cleared his throat and coughed: "I take back what I said just now."
Gao Cong'ai stopped unbuttoning his shirt and said with his eyes downcast, "Then apologize to me."
His tone was as righteous as the day he asked him to feed him. Li Zhu really wanted to hit him: "I'm sorry."
After a while, Gao Cong'ai said "hmm" in a condescending manner and emphasized: "Don't call him."
"I really can't accommodate myself here." Li Zhu pointed at his small 1.2-meter bed. "As you can see, the conditions are limited."
Gao Cong'ai: "I don't mind."
The dog-skin plaster has become a spirit.
"Why did you run away? Even if you don't want to be hospitalized, you can go home and live there." Isn't a three-story villa more comfortable than his small apartment?
"It's too noisy at home..." Gao Cong'ai said softly, afraid of disturbing anything. "It's getting noisier and noisier. It's giving me a headache."
Li Zhu had experienced how quiet the Gao family villa was. He didn't believe what Gao Cong'ai said, but he really couldn't do anything about him.
"You rest in the room for a while, I'll go cook."
Gao Cong'ai pulled up his clothes again and showed them to Li Zhu: "I want to change clothes."
Li Zhu's forehead jumped violently, and he said in a rough voice, "Wait."
The original owner's clothes were so old that they couldn't be any older. He picked out a T-shirt with a frayed collar and threw it to Gao Cong'ai, then buried his head and dug out a pair of basketball shorts.
"Just wear what you need."
Gao Cong'ai lifted up his clothes and pants and sniffed them, dissatisfied: "It smells different from you."
The clothes at the bottom of the closet smell musty and unpleasant.
"Then keep wearing your hospital gown." After a brief confrontation, Li Zhu realized that he could not win against Gao Cong'ai in words, so the best option was to run away.
He opened the door and ran out as if escaping.
Lang Feng was poking hard at the frozen lamb rolls that were stuck together.
He caught a glimpse of Li Zhu coming in from the corner of his eye and frowned and asked, "Brother, what's going on with you guys?"
"Nothing, I'm not familiar with him." Li Zhu didn't know how to explain his current situation. "Anyway, remember, don't mess with him."
Lang Feng was only concerned about his brother's sexual orientation: "Is he your someone?"
The words "new boyfriend" stuck to his lips and he couldn't say them.
Li Zhu: "Don't worry, no, it's impossible."
"Then why is he wearing pajamas at home..."
"It's not pajamas, it's a hospital gown." Li Zhu recalled the scene when he opened the door and saw Gao Cong'ai.
The shoulders are broad enough, the height is tall enough, and the face is eye-catching enough.
If Li Zhu hadn't known that Gao Cong'ai was in the hospital, he would have thought he was a pajama model walking down the catwalk.
As long as he's not a boyfriend, everything else is fine. Lang Feng's unhappy face changed instantly: "Brother, your account hasn't been unblocked yet. Take advantage of the three days of rest. I'll ask the webmaster for a day tomorrow and we'll go back to the orphanage."
The original owner had to go back to the orphanage every two weeks. Counting the time, it has been 16 days since the last time she went back.
Li Zhu: "Okay."
The two of them were too tired from working like oxen and horses during the day, so they had no mood to make a proper hot pot. They waited for the pot to boil and threw in the ingredients to stew.
The stainless steel basin was placed on the table, and Li Zhu went to the room to ask Gao Cong'ai if he wanted to eat.
Gao Cong'ai followed him to the living room and sat down at the table without waiting for the other two to come to the table.
"Eat whatever you want, don't be polite." Lang Feng greeted him casually and handed the chopsticks to Gao Cong'ai.
"No need." Gao Cong'ai didn't stretch out his hand, his eyes fixed on the basin full of red oil.
Why come to the table if you don’t want to eat? Lang Feng thought he was strange and ate with Li Zhu.
Li Zhu loves eating, and everything he eats tastes delicious. He picks up a piece of beef, wraps it with a small amount of rice, and stuffs the whole thing into his mouth, letting out a "hmm" of enjoyment.
Gao Cong'ai looked at the young man with his empty eyes. His cheeks were slightly bulging and his lips were red from being stained with oil.
His Adam's apple moved, and his empty stomach felt a little hungry.
Too lazy to move, he said to Li Zhu, "I want to eat, feed me."
Li Zhu nearly choked to death, pounding his chest before finally swallowing. Lang Feng brought his brother a glass of water and looked at Gao Cong'ai as if he were a vixen.
"Don't you have hands?!" Lang Feng cursed.
Gao Cong'ai seemed not to hear and stared at Li Zhu stubbornly.
Li Zhu was under pressure from the gazes from both sides, and it was not right to feed or not feed.
He threw down his chopsticks and said, "Why are you all looking at me? If you don't want to eat, get off the table."
Lang Feng shrank his neck, looking aggrieved.
Gao Cong'ai pursed his lips into a line, his gaze unchanged.
Li Zhu kicked him under the table and told him to stop staring at him.
The kick was very powerful and Gao Cong'ai was hurt. He looked under the table and stared at his calf in a daze.
Real pain means real touch.
He had been unwelcome since birth, and no one had ever touched him like the young man except his deceased mother.
Everyone believed that he was a lunatic. They excluded him and stayed away from him. Even if they approached him, they had ulterior motives and disgust in their eyes that could not be completely concealed.
He once saw a new "friend" scrubbing his hands repeatedly in the sink after he accidentally touched his hands.
Gao Cong'ai's lips moved: "Can you kick me again?"
Lang Feng was stunned, and the chopsticks in his hand slammed onto the table.
Li Zhu, who had experienced many storms, was not shocked. He chewed the bean sprouts in his mouth and generously satisfied his needs.
After kicking the man, he pointed to the sofa beside him and said, "If you don't want to eat, go sit on the sofa. Otherwise, go back to your room and don't do anything weird to disturb me while I'm eating."
Gao Cong'ai bent down and lowered his head to look at the outside of his calf.
The real pain stuck to the skin, spreading deep inside with a certain warmth, but there was no disgust on Li Zhu's face except anger.
Gao Cong'ai stood up with satisfaction: "Take your time to eat."
Lang Feng couldn't eat anymore. He grabbed Li Zhu's arm and asked, "Is there something wrong with his brain?"
When Gao Cong'ai argues with others, he is eloquent and logical, and does not seem to have any mental problems.
The way and attitude he interacts with others is more like he follows his own will without any normal education or restraint.
Li Zhu did not reveal to Lang Feng that Gao Cong'ai had a mental illness. He pushed the head away and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Eat quickly."
Gao Cong'ai had sharp hearing and could clearly hear the conversation between the two. One of his legs was stretched out, and the spot where he had been kicked twice was red.
Li Zhu glanced at her sideways and felt guilty, thinking that she was too delicate.
Gao Cong'ai remained leaning forward, and gradually, the skin there began to swell and become hot.
He looked towards Li Zhu, his gaze becoming intense, and touched the edge of the swelling with his fingertips. "It's getting darker."
Like a substantial marker.
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