"Uncle Si Fang?"

Jiang Yihuai followed the man and walked together down the long, dark corridor to the darkest room at the end of the corridor.

"Why do you need to be an advisor when you know?" Gu Wei's high-end private custom-made pajamas are perfectly open, revealing delicate collarbones and a piece of snow-white skin under the neck, which is extremely lazy and extremely tempting.

Just now, he was dressed up in such a dress, and he appeared in his little niece's bedroom in a grand manner, in the middle of the night.

With an absolutely impure purpose.

Jiang Yihuai raised the corners of his mouth disdainfully, and gently spit out a sentence: "You can only be her uncle." ”

Gu Wei hooked the corners of his mouth in the dark, but the coldness in his eyes was unobstructed, with a deadly evil charm.

He has never seen him like this.

The uncle she wants, the uncle she knows, as early as the moment he first saw her, restrained all the negative and unbearable emotions from hell, and played the role of "uncle" in front of her.

Hell, he felt madly jealous when he saw that the person he wanted to rub into his body was crushed under him by another man.

Si Fang is his, and it can only be his.

He was never ready to see her fall into the arms of someone else.

"What about you? This nosy classmate. Gu Wei pushed open his bedroom door, but his eyes fell on the closed door a few meters away.

"Do you think that you are young and frivolous, so cheap that you can't be cheaper, and it will fade at any time, and the so-called liking is worth the days and nights when we are in this small room, door to door?"

"What's more, can you afford to give her a future?"

Gu Wei's gaze was a little provocative, and fell straight on Jiang Yihuai's face, like an ice blade made in the cold wind, ripping off the young man's beautiful love one by one.

He was like a poisonous snake, spitting out letters arrogantly, trapping the prey he had been watching for a long time, and not allowing others to get close to him.

This is Gu Wei, Gu Wei's complete personality.

Jiang Yihuai put his hands in his pockets, and Hang Erlang followed Gu Wei and approached his room, with a gloomy and depressing tone. The heavy curtains have no gaps, just like the owner of this room.

"It's funny, is this the real you, uncle?" He didn't show the slightest hint of anger, but leaned against the wall, and played with an old coin that he had just brought out of the chamber.

He is not angry, because his liking is definitely not as worthless as in his words, and he also bets, betting that the day and night of the year, for the girl, it is just the love between uncle and nephew.

"In front of me, don't you pretend to be a good elder?"

Jiang Yihuai is aggressive, although he lacks Gu Wei's old and dignified aura, but he is more domineering than a teenager.

With a dark face, Gu Wei picked up a pillow and threw it on the ground, signaling that the floor would be his Jiang Yihuai's home tonight.

"You can't get into my little niece's bed, let alone mine."

Jiang Yihuai suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and sighed in his heart about the brain circuit of this little uncle Qingqi.

"I see that Si Fang calls you uncle in face." He picked up the pillow and threw it back on the bed, and walked straight to the desk, his tall body curled up in his chair.

"Still, I don't need to accept handouts from my elders."

"Especially, it's an uncle who is eight years older than us."

"Gu Wei, you ..... you?"

Jiang Yihuai did not call him "uncle" this time, but called him by his name, and his bright starry eyes were tinged with a hint of playfulness.

"Shall we make a bet?"

"Bet on what? Or do you think that you hairy boy have any capital to bet with me. ”

Gu Wei looked at him condescendingly, his narrow eyes were gradually contaminated with dangerous elements, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, forcibly suppressing the unhappiness in his heart.

In his life, he hates people stealing things from him the most.

"Bet on whether it's because my youth likes it for a long time, or if your sick feelings are deep-rooted."

Jiang Yihuai smiled lightly and said word by word:

"The bet is ....."

"Her heart."