Chapter 12: dispute, misunderstanding, layout success.

Jian Cheng obviously has no intention of explaining properly, and as he starts the car to drive home, he casually flips the pot: "Your phone is broken, right?"

Xiaochi Chi's face was sweating with anxiety, and he said, "I believe in your evil.

He said to 061, "Intercept my cell phone signal."

061: "......?"

Xiaochi Chi : "Do as you are told."

061: "Hmm."

Jian Cheng watched his brother call back six or seven calls but no one answered, and held down the phone barring text messages, the nameless fire rose: "He dares not answer your phone?"

Xiaochi Chi thought, Mr. Cheng, you double standard double a little too much ah.

He stared mournfully at Jian Cheng.

Jian Cheng's words came out before he thought about who was the cause of this trouble, and then he saw his brother's listless eyes, his heart was weak and his voice softened: "Cheng Cheng Cheng, I'll send you upstairs later and call Baihua Yang to explain, okay?"

Xiaochi Chi rubs his feet on the wool floor mat.

The afternoon sun is a bit harsh, shining his pale complexion more than transparent, eyelashes fall gold.

Jian Cheng's eyebrows twitched.

He thought of his brother in front of the piano today in all his glory. For those ten minutes, he did feel a pride and pride he had never felt before.

But during dinner, Jian Cheng kept wondering who Yuan Cheng, who had always been timid and timid, was doing it for when he mustered up the courage to sit at the piano.

If Xiaochi Chi knew what Jian Cheng was thinking, he would have patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, don't think too much, I'm trying to make Yang unworthy of your brother.

He looked up and pulled Jian Cheng's shirt: "Brother, wear sunglasses when driving, the sunlight is shiny."

Jian Cheng fished out his sunglasses from the car's sunglasses case and put them on: "Yo, there's still me in the eye."

Yuan Cheng showed a smile that was worse than crying, and gave Jian Cheng a hard time laughing.

The car drove on for a while, and the neighborhood was not far ahead. Jian Cheng said, "Think about what you want to eat tonight, I'll take you there."

Yuan Cheng didn't answer, but his eyes were fixed on the front.

Jian Cheng also saw the person who made his brother froze and lost his voice -

Baihua Yang was standing at the entrance of the west gate, wearing a heavy down jacket, with an extremely gloomy face.

The west entrance is the closest to Jian Cheng Apartments, so if Yuan Cheng wants to get in and out, it's the most convenient place to do so.

Jian Cheng's eyes were cold and he wanted to drive straight through.

Yuan Cheng flew to pull Jian Cheng , whispering, "...... brother."

Hearing the prayer in his brother's tone, Jian Cheng's face was unpleasant, but he stepped on the brakes slowly.

Yuan Cheng twisted his coat: "Brother, you do not get off, OK. ...... you meet is to fight."

Jian Cheng laughed coldly: "I think he just came to quarrel with you."

Yuan Cheng's voice softly begged, "Please, brother."

Jian Cheng skimmed, but did not move again, leaning on the driver's seat with his arms.

Yuan Cheng, like an amnesty, quickly unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, running towards Baihua Yang, saying joyfully, "Lao Yang!"

Baihua Yang, however, did not answer, his face sullen.

Yuan Cheng slightly shrunk his neck and curtly went to pull his hand: "Lao Yang, I didn't mean not to answer the phone. ...... I have a good news to tell you."

Baihua Yang slapped his hand away with a loud snap.

Jian Cheng, who had silently opened a slit in the car window to facilitate eavesdropping, heard the sound and his face changed abruptly.

Yuan Cheng had never been treated like this before. He looked blankly at Baihua Yang and then at the red back of his hand, and while his nose was sore, he persisted in grabbing his hand: "Lao Yang, don't be angry. Have your parents left? Did they have a good time these days?"

Baihua Yang crossed his shoulder and saw a Bentley.

The person in the driver's seat was wearing sunglasses that covered half of his face, so he couldn't see his face.

...... is the one surnamed Lou?

Baihua Yang sneered at Yuan Cheng: "I see you're having fun, now I'm afraid you don't even remember where the door to your house opens."

Yuan Cheng is very confused: "...... eh?"

In the past, when Yuan Cheng showed such an expression, Baihua Yang would not be able to resist pinching his face, but now he only felt that Yuan Cheng was pretending not to understand, full of antipathy and suppressed emotions for several days, flooded Yuan Cheng head-on.

Baihua Yang smiled instead of anger: " Yuan Cheng, do you know how much I have given for you and for this relationship?"

Yuan Cheng froze.

"These days my parents came, I can't eat or sleep well, and I've been thinking about what to say to them about the two of us. I'm the only son in my family, I'm the only hope of the family. I and you together means what do you know? It means that our Yang family will be broken! And you? There is at least one Jian Cheng in your family, right? Do you know how much psychological pressure I'm under? Have you ever understood?"

Yuan Cheng's eyes were red: "I did. I never forced you to admit to your parents about our relationship ......"

"You're not pushing, I'm pushing myself." Baihua Yang smiled miserably, "I have no roots, I can easily stand in this city, and I don't deserve you. But I've tried my best to be nice to you. The second half of your junior year, you had a fever and called me to tell me that you were unwell and wanted to drink lotus seed congee, so I ran to three markets in the middle of winter to buy you raw lotus seeds and boil them for you to take to your dorm room. These six months you have no job, no income, stay at home to do cooking and cleaning, have I ever accused you even once?"

Yuan Cheng shivered: "...... Lao Yang, what's wrong with you ah. How suddenly ......"

Baihua Yang asked rhetorically, " What's the deal with Ying Lou?"

Yuan Cheng choked, his eyes unconsciously glanced in the direction of the Bentley: "My friend, he borrowed my house to live ......"

This glance made Baihua Yang's resentment and anger accumulated over the past few days suddenly erupt.

He faded from his gentle form and said sarcastically, "Didn't he lend you anything else to use?"

Yuan Cheng's face changed dramatically: " Baihua Yang!"

Baihua Yang was out of balance and pursued her: "You should have compared me with him more than once, right? Have you ever compared who can satisfy you more?"

Yuan Cheng tears flowed: " Baihua Yang , don't say ...... you don't say anymore."

Yuan Cheng's reaction made Baihua Yang think his suspicions were true: "You think I'm not interesting after comparing me, right? I'm poor, I don't come from a good background, and I don't understand your music."

Yuan Cheng trembled and shook his head: "You are too much ...... If I dislike you, how can I be with you in the first place?"

Jian Cheng couldn't hold back his foul mouth.

This dumbass.

He pushed open the car door with the same gusto he used to unload it, striding down and taking off his sunglasses with his hands.

Seeing the angry person from the Bentley, Baihua Yang, who had just finished his mouth, nearly choked on his breath.

How come Jian Cheng is in the car at ......?

Jian Cheng doesn't play around with Baihua Yang, he goes up and punches him.

Yuan Cheng was shocked: "Brother!"

He reached out to grab Jian Cheng's suit, like a little chicken hiding behind an old hen, but he was too chicken to control Jian Cheng's hands and feet.

In the meantime, Baihua Yang received another kick and a slap.

Jian Cheng pointed at his nose and cursed: "Your goodness to my brother is remembered quite clearly ah, the third and fourth year, there is a time and place, you are a fucking memo, three times a day? Then how good my brother was to you, do you want me to help you calculate an account?"

Yuan Cheng burst into tears: "Brother."

Baihua Yang suddenly felt as if she had made a mistake and glanced at Yuan Cheng, who was shivering, in panic.

Jian Cheng spat: "My brother lives in my house what is in your way, in exchange for you so much bullshit, have the ability to buy him a building to go."

Baihua Yang became more and more flustered: "...... Yuan Cheng ? Didn't you say this was Ying Lou's house?"

"What Ying Lou?" Jian Cheng crossed his hand and pointed: "Do not catch my brother to show off, if you doubt, you go check yourself, check the head of the family here surnamed Cheng or what Lou."

"It's me, I lied ......" Yuan Cheng rubbed behind Jian Cheng and said with a sobbing voice, "I didn't dare to say that my big brother lent me the house, I could only say that I borrowed a friend's house to live ......"

Baihua Yang is incredulous: "...... Why would you lie?"

Yuan Cheng said in a trembling voice, "When I used my big brother's car, you were upset and said that my brother interfered with my life. If I say I'll stay at his house temporarily, will you agree?"

Baihua Yang blushed: "Then ...... who was the person I saw that day?"

Yuan Cheng could not stand any longer and leaned on Jian Cheng, whispering, "...... He is Ying Lou, a friend of mine. After returning home he did not take the house key, and no one was home, so I let him rest at home temporarily, to get over jet lag."

Jian Cheng dropped half his face: "When did this happen?"

Yuan Cheng's eyes are a little bit glowing: "The day I gave you a meal. ...... I did not have your consent to take in random friends, not quite dare to mention it to you."

Jian Cheng has never been involved in his brother's circle of friends, so naturally he doesn't know what kind of friend Ying Lou is: "I said why that tea set was moved when I went to look for you tonight."

Baihua Yang was terrified: "But Ying Lou clearly said ......"

Yuan Cheng immediately asked in return, "What did he say?"

Baihua Yang dumbfounded, his face a green and a red.

-- "It's me. Mr. Yang, come in and sit down?"

--" Yuan Xiao went out, you can wait here for a while."

-- "I'm a friend of his. Not a guardian, not a prison guard."

-- "Don't be surprised, we're all in touch privately."

When he thought about it, Baihua Yang realized that the Ying Lou he met that day had never admitted to owning the apartment.

Even if he had mentioned this in his own words, he never responded positively.

Baihua Yang's heart was in turmoil.

That day Yuan Cheng didn't answer his phone calls and said he was out with his friends, but he was actually with his big brother?

It makes sense, after all, because he made it clear to Yuan Cheng several times that he would not let Jian Cheng interfere in their lives.

This is the property of Jian Cheng ......

Ying Lou is just borrowing a room, the two are friends ......

As for Ying Lou's resemblance to herself, it's probably just a coincidence. Maybe Yuan Cheng noticed herself at first sight because of her face that resembled his hairdresser's ......

Love at First Sight ......

For a moment, Baihua Yang's senses returned and he remembered the cute young man in a casual shirt running up to him, awkwardly and sincerely offering his affection.

Memories overlap with reality, and the face in front of me is still young, but with more bewildered and painful tear marks.

The hot blood flowed back, and Baihua Yang realized that the place where he was punched was hot and painful.

This apartment is clean and far away from people, and the security guards are all dawning. They found a disturbance here and sent two people to watch for a while and found that it was a private dispute, so they stared from afar to avoid further physical conflict.

The shame and pain made Baihua Yang's white face burn purple.

He stepped forward and tried to redeem himself, "Little Cheng ......"

Jian Cheng blocked him back with one arm: "What are you doing? You've just cursed, and you're going to deny it once you wipe your face?"

Baihua Yang extended her hand towards Yuan Cheng: "Xiao Cheng, I'm here to take you home ......"

Jian Cheng shielded Yuan Cheng and took a few steps back: " Yuan Xiao has been busy with his music all these days and nights, and it's hard to get something going, if you want to be a human being, don't let him be bothered at this time in order to deal with you and him."

Baihua Yang ignored Jian Cheng, but looked prayerfully at Yuan Cheng, waiting for his answer: "...... Xiao Cheng?"

After a long silence.

Yuan Cheng lowered his head and whispered, "Brother, I want to go home. I want to eat the pickled fish made by Aunt Chen."

Baihua Yang's whole face stiffened into a slab of iron.

Jian Cheng, on the other hand, was so distressed that he held his hand: "Okay. Go."

When he got into the car, Yuan Cheng looked like he was tired, hugging the cushion and rubbing it: "Brother, I'm sleepy, I want to sleep."

Jian Cheng restarted the car: "I still don't know your virtues, when it comes to things can't bear: today to audition, yesterday did not rest well, right. Sleep, I'll give you a steady drive is."

Yuan Cheng buried his face in the cushion: "Thank you, brother."

He didn't speak again.

In the silence, Jian Cheng dialed the home phone.

He remembered that Mom and Dad were home today.

As soon as the call was answered, Jian Cheng said, "Mom, Yuan Xiao is being bullied. I'll take him home tonight. I'll tell you the details when I get back, so tell Aunt Chen to go buy a fish now."

Xiaochi Chi, who was quietly lying on the back seat, pursed her lips and had a soft laugh.

...... into it.