It's my brother's voice......

She opened her eyes tremblingly, tears staining Cheng Yu's palm.

"Brother, I'm so scared......" The moment she returned to reality, she threw herself into Cheng Yu's arms and choked up and cried, "Brother, I also want to learn to fight, I want to protect my brother." ”

Under the crisp children's voice, Cheng Yu laughed happily, "Girls shouldn't fight and kill, it's enough to have a brother to protect you in the future." ”

He rubbed An Yang's forehead affectionately, and his voice was gentle and gentle, "Cheng An only needs to go to school well, and leave the rest to my brother." But Cheng An wants to promise his brother that he will listen to me in everything in the future. ”

The thumb rubbed the tears on her face, and Cheng Yu's eyes had a complicated light surging.

……………………

As the year draws to a close, flocculent snowflakes begin to fall in the winter after the final exams.

In the midst of laughter, Anyang held orange juice and sat obediently in the corner in a daze.

Since Yang Shuya's incident, Anyang's living environment has become monotonous and boring. In addition to coming home from school at two o'clock every day, extracurricular activities are basically not her share because of her age.

This class reunion was a rare opportunity to come out, and she and the classmates around her had a feeling of looking at the sea from the mountains and the sea.

"Teacher, I'll go to the bathroom."

After saying hello to the teacher, An Yang politely refused the other party's follow, and the big eyes that were originally shining and bright when he went out narrowed dangerously.

[Anyang: Went to room 302? 】

[System: That's right!] 】

Receiving an affirmative answer, An Yang wiped his face with water in the bathroom, and his eyes were slightly red from the vigorous movements.

She yawned as she walked out, looking at the hotel's almost identical cloister and turning towards the third floor.

Red high heels flashed at the door of room 302, and An Yang heard a crisp laugh coming from inside.

Standing in the half-open doorway, she peeked in, and a strong smell of tobacco emanated from inside.

She endured the discomfort and easily found Cheng Yu's figure inside.

He was dressed in loose casual clothes, his slender legs lazily folded on the couch. A woman in a red cheongsam was ambiguously pressing on his body.

"Mr. Cheng doesn't drink it, do you want me to feed it to you personally?" The woman's gaudy lips deliberately pressed against the glass, leaving a red mark on it.

An Yang stared at the people inside in a daze, and for a while he wondered if he had seen it wrong.

Her brother never smoked, and there was a faint aroma of herbs on his body at all times.

The step staggered backwards, and suddenly someone grabbed the back collar.

Her eyes widened in fright, and she looked up to meet a pair of angry eyes.

Seeing her frightened appearance, the breath in the man's eyes eased, "I thought it was a little mouse from somewhere, but it turned out to be you." ”

The cigarette in his mouth was spit out to the ground by him, and the man raised his foot and kicked the door, "Cheng Yu, your family has come to check the room." ”

"No, I—I've found the wrong room!" An Yang heard what seemed to be a shattering sound coming from inside, and struggled to pull the collar off his hand, "I'm lost." ”

She said timidly, not daring to look at the person who was walking quickly to the door, and hurried down with her red eyes covered.

"Tsk, I haven't seen you for two years, and I've been raised by you very well," Chen Ke said with a smile, "Obviously she was born in the mud, do you still expect to raise her to be an angel?" ”