bother.
Here comes another one.
Chu Song is a man with eight hundred tricks in his head.
When Chu Zhou saw his brother coming, he didn't show much enthusiasm. Instead, he stared at him warily, "Why are you here?"
"What am I doing here?" Chu Song bit his cigarette and sneered slowly, "...to watch the fun."
The young man leaned against the windowsill in a casual and unrestrained manner. The cool night breeze blew through the hair in front of his ears, perfectly outlining his heroic and delicate eyebrows.
"Go on, why don't you continue?" He chuckled.
There was a slight hoarseness in his voice, which made people feel itchy. "I can't let my arrival ruin your fun."
"Brother, you are quite self-aware."
Chu Zhou nodded in agreement.
Chu Song: "..."
Panshu curled her lips in pleasure.
Chu Song's expression softened for no reason. There was no aggression in his expression, but his casual and uninhibited temperament carried an innate sense of aggression. "What were you talking about just now?"
The other three pairs of eyes looked at Banshu in unison.
Now Pan Shu was silent.
Chu Zhou snorted, "I'm not going to tell you."
His brother is so cunning. If he plots against him, he might have to help his brother count money!
Chu Song bit the cigarette but didn't light it. He rolled up the sleeves of his sweatshirt, revealing a small section of his fair and strong forearm. The veins were obvious, and there was a hint of inexplicable seductiveness. His tone was lazy:
"You're just guarding me."
The other three men were stunned.
Then they all gritted their teeth.
This damn vixen!
Why are you acting so coquettishly in front of Panshu!
"Brother, can you please dress properly? What's the matter with showing your arms? You have no manly ethics at all. People like you are worthless." Chu Zhou secretly squeezed him.
Chu Song was stunned for a moment, then laughed angrily, "No, I am not a man if I show my arms?"
“…”
Chu Zhou raised his head and said "high".
"Then what about you wearing open-crotch pants at the age of five?" Chu Song casually raised his thin eyelids.
The shape of his eyes is not very similar to Chu Zhou's.
The lazy and unruly boy has single eyelids with very thin eyelids, pointed corners and upturned tails, and his eyes are naturally filled with a casual and passionate peach blossom color.
Chu Zhou has double folds and round eyes, and looks innocent and non-aggressive.
Chu Zhou blushed and secretly looked at Pan Shu's expression. He gritted his teeth and said, "Chu Song, you...!"
He has never been able to defeat Chu Song in an argument since he was a child.
I was used to it, but today was different! This was in front of my sister!
He couldn't lose face no matter what.
Chu Zhou had a bitter face and rubbed against Pan Shu's shoulder aggrievedly, "Oh, oh, oh, my sweet and soft sister... I really want to kiss you..."
"Sister, look, Chu Song is bullying me!"
Pan Shu suppressed her laughter and patted the boy's head, "...you should also calm down."
“…” Chu Zhou felt that he was not comforted at all and felt even more aggrieved.
Chu Song's gentle gaze swept across Ban Shu's exposed fair skin inch by inch. The red marks were like scarlet blood splashed on the snow, blooming drop by drop like blood-colored flowers.
His heart skipped a beat.
The blood seemed to be dripping from his heart.
Otherwise why would it hurt so much.
The young man's lips were still curled up in a carefree and lazy smile, not even the arc of it changed. "Who did that to you?"
One can faintly hear the turmoil of frustration and anger.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense again.
Chu Song's words instantly shattered the false illusion of peace, leaving the four men in hostile positions again.
He asked bluntly.
Pan Shu had nothing to be embarrassed about, she admitted openly, "Eros did it."
Eros also raised his eyelids and curled the corners of his lips gently and elegantly, "I did it, what do you want?"
"Nothing, what can I do?" Chu Song sneered.
But the smile didn't reach his eyes.
"I just want to—" He paused, then dragged out his words meaningfully, "to kill you."
As soon as these words were spoken, they were instantly recognized by the other two men.
Xun He thought about it carefully and said, "Add me in."
Chu Zhou became even more enthusiastic, "Brother, when are we going to kill him?"
Pan Shu: “……?”
No, kid, are you stupid?
Now Pan Shu was certain that the two brothers had a total of 798 tricks, of which Chu Song had 800.
"Sister, if we start a fight, who will you help?" Chu Zhou secretly added fuel to the fire.
Pan Shu glanced at him lightly.
These four are her targets. If a fight breaks out, she will definitely not help any of them unless someone dies.
But there is no need to say such hurtful words.
"Help Eros."
In fact, this answer is more hurtful.
Except for Eros, the other three men had their eyes half-closed in disappointment.
Like an abandoned dog.
The moonlight cast a long shadow on Eros' tall figure, dragging it across the floor. He boasted in a low voice, "The relationship between me and the young lady is not something you people can understand."
"What is your relationship?" Xun He's voice was cold, his brows and eyes were gloomy.
Chu Song and Chu Zhou also raised their heads.
He stared at Eros with a fierce look, as if he wanted to eat him.
Eros sneered, his eyes filled with darkness, and he looked down indifferently at the few embarrassed losers like a high and mighty god. "What qualifications do you have to know the relationship between me and the young lady? Huh?"
Chu Song, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looked him up and down for a moment, his expression unclear.
"Okay, you're no better than us." The boy lazily played with the silver metal lighter in his hand. "But we still have to settle the score for you touching her."
As soon as he finished speaking, the boy punched Eros so hard that one could even hear the strong wind from the punch.
Eros dodged the punch with a deft movement of his body.
Then his brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of irritable murderous intent enveloped him.
He didn't care about these ants who coveted the girl, but he wouldn't allow them to provoke him again and again. Even a clay man would have some temper, let alone Eros.
Thick black mist gradually gathered in the man's palm.
A terrifying murderous intent surged in the black fog.
Panshu frowned slightly. She reached out and held Eros's warm hand, and whispered, "Eros!"
The black mist in the palm of her hand dissipated completely and silently when the girl's fingertips touched it.
It's as if it never appeared.
Eros lowered his eyes and laughed at himself.
I promised to protect him.
But when he argued with these ants, she was always the first to stop him.
It doesn't matter.
Eros, be good—
Who made Eros listen to the lady the most?
Eros took the boy's punch with his bare hands and sneered, "You seem to enjoy hitting a rock with an egg."
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