Chapter 12: Disputes, misunderstandings, layout success.

After having dinner with Su Xiulun and getting her cell phone back from Cheng Jian, Chi Xiaochi realized that there were more than 20 missed calls on it.

Cheng Jian clearly had no intention of explaining himself, and as he started the car and drove home, he casually tossed the pot, "Your cell phone is broken, isn't it?"

Chi Xiaochi face sweating anxiously, said I believe in your evil.

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

061: "......?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Do it."

061: "Uh-huh."

Cheng Jian saw his younger brother call back six or seven times and no one answered, and pressed the phone to send a text message, nameless fire at first: "He dares not answer your phone?"

Chi Xiaochi thought, "Mr. Cheng, your double standard is a bit excessive.

He stared mournfully at Cheng Jian.

After Cheng Jian's words were spoken, he thought of who the cause of this trouble was, and then saw his brother's listless eyes, his heart was weak, and his voice was also much softer: "Cheng Cheng Cheng Cheng, I'll send you upstairs in a while, and then call and explain to Yang Baihua, OK."

Chi Xiaochi rubbed her foot lightly on the woolen floor cushion.

The afternoon sunlight was a bit harsh, illuminating his pale complexion to a few degrees of transparency, his eyelashes falling gold.

Cheng Jian's eyebrows twitched.

He thought of his brother who was glowing in front of the piano today. For those ten minutes, he did feel a pride of pride that he had never felt before.

But during the meal, Cheng Jian kept wondering for whom Cheng Yuan, who had always been stage fright and timid, had plucked up the courage to sit at the piano.

Chi Xiaochi If he knew what Cheng Jian was thinking, he would have patted him on the shoulder and said, "Big brother, don t think too much, I am trying to make the surnamed Yang unworthy of your brother ah.

He raised his head and pulled Cheng Jian's clothes: "Brother, wear sunglasses while driving, the sunlight is strange."

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

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

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

Cheng Yuan, however, did not respond, his eyes staring straight ahead.

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

Yang Baihua stood at the entrance to the west gate, wearing a heavy down coat and an extremely somber face.

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

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

Cheng Yuan quickly tugged at Cheng Jian and whispered, "...... Brother."

Hearing the supplication in his brother's tone, Cheng Jian did not look worried, but he still pressed the brakes slowly.

Cheng Yuan發力扭住他的衣角："Brother, you don t get off, okay. ...... You guys are going to have a fight when you meet."

Cheng Jian said, "I think he's just here to argue with you."

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

Cheng Jian skimmed his lips, but didn't move again, leaning back in the driver's seat with his arms wrapped around him.

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

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

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

Yang Baihua slapped his hand away with a loud snap.

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

Cheng Yuan had never been treated like this before, and looked blankly at Yang Baihua, then at the back of his reddened hand, while his nose was sore, he still persisted in grasping his hand: "Lao Yang, don't be angry, I've been particularly busy these days, I don't have time to take care of you, and I'm afraid that your parents will find out that I'm contacting you. Have your parents left? Did they have a good time these few days?"

Yang Baihua crosses his shoulder and sees a Bentley.

The man in the driver's seat wore sunglasses that covered half of his face, making it impossible to see his face.

...... is that Lou's last name?

Yang Baihua looked at Cheng Yuan, "I see you've had quite a lot of fun, but now I'm afraid you don't even remember where the door to your home opens."

Cheng Yuan was confused, "...... Hmm?"

In the past, when Cheng Yuan showed this kind of expression, Yang Baihua could not help but want to pinch his face, but now he only felt that Cheng Yuan was pretending to understand, and his full-blooded resentment and the suppressed emotions of the past few days, flooded Cheng Yuan like a flood.

Yang Baihua laughed instead of being angry, "Cheng Yuan, do you know how much I have paid for you, for this relationship?"

Cheng Yuan froze.

"In the past few days when my mom and dad came over, I couldn't eat or sleep well, and I kept thinking about what I was going to tell them about the two of us. I'm the only son in my family, I'm the only hope in the family. Do you know what it means for me to be with you? It means that the Yang family will have no more descendants! What about you? You have at least one Cheng Jian in your family, right? Do you know how much psychological pressure I'm under? Have you ever sympathized?

Cheng Yuan reddened, "I did. I never forced you to admit our relationship with your parents ......"

"You're not forcing it, it's me who's forcing myself." Yang Baihua smiled miserably, "I don't have any roots, it's easy for me to establish myself in this city, I don't deserve you. But I've tried my best to be good to you. In the second half of the third semester of college, you had a fever, and called me to tell me that your body was difficult, and you wanted to drink lotus seed congee, and in the middle of the winter, I ran to three food markets before I could get you raw lotus seeds, and boiled them for you to send to your dormitory; in the fourth year of college, you were idle, and you often asked me to play with you, and as long as I could find the time to do it, which time have I not come to be with you? These six months you have no job, no income, stay at home to cook and clean, have I ever accused you even once?"

Cheng Yuan launched a shiver, "...... Lao Yang, what happened to you. Why the sudden ......"

Yang Baihua asked rhetorically, "What happened to Lou Ying?"

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

This glance caused Yang Baihua's accumulated resentment and indignation to suddenly erupt.

He lost his gentle demeanor and said pointedly, "Didn't he lend you anything else?"

Cheng Yuan's face changed drastically, "Yang Baihua!"

Yang Baihua was off-balance and pursued, "You must have compared me to him more than once, right? Have you ever compared who can satisfy you better?"

Cheng Yuan tears, "Yang Baihua, stop talking ...... you stop talking."

Cheng Yuan's reaction made Yang Baihua think his guess was true: "After comparing, you think I'm not interesting, right? I'm poor, I don't come from a good background, and I don't understand your music."

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

Cheng Jian couldn't hold back his foul language.

This idiot.

He pushed open the car door with the air of an unloader and strutted down, removing his sunglasses in the process.

Seeing the angry man coming down from the Bentley, Yang Baihua, who had just finished his mouthful, almost choked on his breath.

Why is Cheng Jian in the ...... car?

Cheng Jian doesn't play around with Yang Baihua, he goes up and throws a punch.

Cheng Yuan is shocked, "Brother!"

He reached out to grab Cheng Jian's suit, like a little chickadee hiding behind an old mother hen, but chickened out of controlling Cheng Jian's hands and feet.

Taking advantage of the situation, Yang Baihua received a kick and a slap in the face.

Cheng Jian pointed at his nose and cursed: "You are good to my brother's pile is remembered quite clearly ah, big three, big four, there is a time and a place, you fucking made a memo, turning over three times a day? So how good is my brother to you, do you want me to help you do the math?"

Cheng Yuan burst into tears, "Brother."

Yang Baihua suddenly felt as if he had gotten something wrong and glanced at the shivering Cheng Yuan in panic.

Cheng Jian spat, "My brother lives in my house in your way what is the matter, change you so much bullshit, capable of buying him a building to go."

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

"What Lou Ying?" Cheng Jian crossed his arms and pointed: "Don't catch my brother trying to show off, if you doubt it, you go and check yourself, check to see if the head of household here is surnamed Cheng or what Lou."

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

Yang Baihua Incredible: "Why would ...... lie?"

Cheng Yuan said in a trembling voice, "When I use my big brother's car, you are not happy and say that my brother interferes with my life. If I say I'll stay at his house temporarily, will you agree?"

Yang Baihua blanched, "Then ...... who was the person I saw that day?"

Cheng Yuan was already going to be unable to stand, leaning on Cheng Jian and whispering, "...... He is Lou Ying, a friend of mine. After returning to China he didn't take the house key, and there was no one at home, so I let him rest at home for a while, to reverse the jet lag."

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

Cheng Yuan eyes a little bit of charm is gone: "I gave you the day of the meal. ...... I didn't have your permission to take in random friends and didn't quite dare mention it to you."

Cheng Jian has always stayed out of his brother's circle of friends, so naturally he doesn't know what kind of friend Lou Ying is: "I said that when I went to look for you in the evening how come that tea set had moved its position."

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

Cheng Yuan immediately asked back, "What did he say?"

Yang Baihua's tongue was dumbstruck, his face flushed green and red.

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

-- "Xiao Yuan is out. Wait here for a while."

-- "I'm his friend. Not a guardian or a prison guard."

-- "Don't be surprised, we're all in private contact."

Upon reflection, Yang Baihua realized that Lou Ying, whom he met that day, had never admitted to being the owner of the apartment.

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

Yang Baihua's heart was in turmoil.

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

After all, he had made it clear to Cheng Yuan many times that he wanted to minimize Cheng Jian's interference in both of their lives.

This is Cheng Jian's property ......

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

As for Lou Ying's resemblance to himself, it's probably just a coincidence, maybe when Cheng Yuan fell in love at first sight, he noticed himself because of his hairy face. ......

Love at first sight ......

For a moment, Yang Baihua's senses returned, remembering the cute way the young man in the casual shirt had run up to him, clumsily and sincerely courting him.

Memory overlapped with reality, and the face in front of me was still young, but with the added traces of bewildered and aching tears.

It was only when the hot blood returned that Yang Baihua realized the fiery pain in the place where he was punched.

This apartment was clean and far away from people, and the security guards were all knowledgeable, and when they found a disturbance here, they sent two people to watch and realize that it was a private dispute, so they stared at it from a distance to avoid any further physical confrontation.

Shame and pain burned Yang Baihua's white skin.

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

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

Yang Baihua extended his hand toward Cheng Yuan, "Xiao Cheng, I'm here to take you home ......"

Cheng Jian protected Cheng Yuan and took a few steps back, "Xiao Yuan has been working on his music all these days and nights, it's not easy to get things going, if you're still a human being, don't let him get annoyed over dealing with you and him at this time."

Yang Baihua ignored Cheng Jian and instead looked prayerfully at Cheng Yuan, waiting for his reply, "...... Xiao Cheng?"

After a long silence.

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

Yang Baihua's entire face was frozen into an iron plate.

Cheng Jian, on the other hand, had his heart pumping in pain and held his hand, "Good. Go."

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

Cheng Jian restarted the car: "I still don't know your behavior, once something happens, you can't bear it: today we have to audition, didn't have a good rest yesterday, right? Sleep well, I'll keep the car steady for you."

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

He didn't say another word.

In the silence, Cheng Jian dialed his home phone.

He remembered that Mom and Dad were home today.

As soon as the phone was connected, Cheng Jian spoke, "Mom, Xiao Yuan was bullied. I'll bring him home tonight. I'll go back and talk about the details, so tell Auntie Chen to go buy a fish now."

Chi Xiaochi, lying quietly on her backseat, pursed her lips in gentle amusement.

...... became available.