Fu Jingzhou held the glass, the warmth of the water seeping into his fingertips. He subconsciously raised his other hand and switched the glass with the other one.
He lowered his eyes, looking at the pink-haired Alpha in front of him.
I've lost a lot of weight.
Fu Jingzhou pursed his lips, sighed softly, and asked slowly, "Have you had dinner?"
"Mmm." The boy nodded weakly. "I ate on the plane."
But it didn't taste very good; the rice was a bit hard.
Normally, Little Immortal Nan would definitely have complained about this.
He hesitated for a moment, then swallowed his words.
She already has someone she likes, and he keeps saying these irrelevant things. What's the difference between him and a manipulative woman?
Jiang Nan licked her lips and said, "I'm going back to my room now, I'm a little tired."
Fu Jingzhou lowered his eyes and gave a curt reply.
Uncle He left this afternoon. Before leaving, he grabbed Fu Jingzhou's hand and earnestly said, "Young Master, you must reconcile with the Young Madam. This family cannot fall apart."
After finishing his words, the old butler tactfully left, giving the newlyweds their own space.
The young mistress has been filming the show for so long, and the two of them are now very close. Even if they've had a fight, they'll still do this and that when they meet again.
Once this and that are settled, they'll definitely make up.
Uncle He He's thinking was indeed thorough. His only mistake was that the two of them were progressing too slowly, having only shared a kiss so far.
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After returning to her room, Jiang Nan threw her suitcase aside, flopped onto the bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling.
He felt that divorce should be on the agenda.
From childhood to adulthood, Jiang Nan's biggest fear has always been causing trouble for others.
At this moment, his mind was exceptionally clear.
Fu Jingzhou has someone he likes, so he needs to make room for that person. If he's sensible, the big boss might even be grateful to him, and the two of them can still remain friends.
Thinking about this, Jiang Nan pondered for a moment and sent a message to Jiang Qingye.
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [Bro, are you free tomorrow?]
Jiang Qingye replied after a long while: [Going to work tomorrow, out of money again?]
Jiang Nan was about to accuse him of thinking too badly of her, but after typing only one word, he suddenly remembered something.
The original owner of this body was a fake young master; Shen Anbai was the real young master.
Therefore, Jiang Qingye is Shen Anbai brother.
He had nothing.
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Jiang Nan was stunned for a while, then pursed her lips and typed: [I have money. I have something important to tell you tomorrow.]
On the other side, when Jiang Qingye saw the message, he frowned slightly, feeling that something was not quite right.
He thought about it for a while before realizing that he hadn't been scolded this time.
As the man was deep in thought, the bathroom door was opened.
Luo Hang was wearing only a white shirt, which didn't fit him quite well and was a bit too long. He was covered in steam, and his newly dyed ice-blue hair hadn't faded much yet. After drying, the color looked particularly beautiful, and combined with his cool yet persistent aura, he resembled a rebellious teenager with a cool and aloof demeanor.
But the moment he saw Jiang Qingye, the coldness on his face gradually faded. He was wearing slippers, and his toes were fair and smooth.
After walking over to Jiang Qingye, the man didn't even look up. Luo Hang pursed her lips and sat directly on his lap.
The man was wearing suit trousers and a white shirt. The fabric of the trousers was slightly cold, and his toes involuntarily twitched when his skin touched it directly.
He sat obediently on his suit trousers, his arms wrapped around the man's neck. His soft, slightly cool lips pressed against Jiang Qingye's eye and kissed it. After that, he kissed the tip of the man's nose and finally landed on those thin lips.
Jiang Qingye held her phone in one hand and supported Luo Hang's head and ended the kiss.
Luo Hang's beautiful eyes welled up with tears. He licked his lips, waiting for the other person's next move.
Then Jiang Qingye didn't do anything; she didn't pull his clothes or pinch him.
Instead, he picked up his phone and typed diligently.
Luo Hang was somewhat dissatisfied. He pursed his lips, thinking that this person was no longer interested in him. After thinking for a moment, he reached out and grabbed Luo Hang's hand, sliding it under the hem of his shirt.
Jiang Qingye: "..."
His gaze finally moved from his phone to Luo Hang's face. The man was very handsome, with captivating peach blossom eyes. He was now nestled on the sofa, and when he slightly lifted his eyelids to look at Luo Hang, Luo Hang's cheeks turned bright red.
"You..." The man hesitated for a moment, then said, "What's the rush?"
It takes one night.
"I don't care."
Luo Hang was a genuine Alpha, with long arms and legs. Although tall and slender, he wasn't as soft and petite as an Omega. At this moment, he nestled quietly in the man's arms, obediently wrapping his arms around his waist, and whispered slowly, repeating, "I don't care."
Jiang Qingye slightly curved her lips into a smile, reaching out to pinch his supple, slender waist. "Don't take this for granted."
Luo Hang stared at him for a moment, then snuggled into his arms, resting her cheek on the man's shoulder, carefully inhaling the faint scent of fir trees emanating from him.
With the person in his arms quiet down, Jiang Qingye's attention returned to his troublesome younger brother.
Jiang Qingye paused for a moment, then said, "I'll be at the company all day tomorrow. You can come directly to the company to find me."
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [Okay.]
Jiang Qingye's lips twitched slightly, and he typed another line: [You're very different today.]
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [Mmm.]
Jiang Qingye: "..."
The man's Adam's apple bobbed; he felt as if he had seen a ghost.
Luo Hang pressed his ear against his collarbone, able to feel his Adam's apple moving, so he straightened up. "Who are you messaging?"
Jiang Qingye's gaze shifted from his phone to Luo Hang's face, then suddenly remembered something, his eyes lighting up. "Are you and that little brat Jiang Nan very close?"
"It's alright, we're not that close." Luo Hang wiggled his toes, not really interested in the topic.
He used to dislike Jiang Nan quite a bit, even having to borrow money from him for meals. Later, after learning that he was Jiang Qingye's younger brother, while he didn't quite develop a fondness for him because of Jiang Nan, he didn't dislike him as much either.
Who is Jiang Qingye?
She was a dream he could hardly achieve in his youth, and the only person he had anything to do with romance during his youthful years.
As his younger brother, Jiang Nan, even if he wasn't a good person, probably wasn't a bad one either.
Luo Hang's logic is very simple: if Jiang Qingye thinks something is good, then he thinks it is good too; if Jiang Qingye thinks something is bad, then he thinks it is bad too.
He's like a kitten, seeing his owner as everything.
Jiang Qingye rubbed his head and continued, "Has he been having some trouble at work lately?"
Luo Hang was quite pleased with his head-rubbing gesture, and said cheerfully with squinted eyes, "I don't know."