Chapter 3 The two stunning brothers Mo Zifei has loved painting since he was a child. He is very talented in painting. When he was a student, his paintings would win first place in the painting competition held every year by the school.
Ever since he was in kindergarten and won first place in a drawing competition, he has been the pride of their ordinary family.
When he paints, he is very serious and devoted. At this time, he is very charming.
When Mo Hanya looked at him at this time, sometimes she would inexplicably feel that her precious brother was like the most beautiful angel in the world.
She is very relieved and happy to have this younger brother who will hold her in her arms when she comes home. When eating fish, she will put the fish tail into her bowl. When she is painting, she is very charming.
Very happy.
Every time at this time, time seems to fly by very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it’s 12 o’clock.
The fairy tale book says that at this time, Cinderella should go home and sleep.
"Brother, let's paint again tomorrow." Mo Hanya looked at the time, bent down slightly, and said with concern beside him, "It's already 12 o'clock, and your body has not fully recovered yet. You should rest early."
"The painting will be done soon." Mo Zifei said with a confident smile. The hand holding the brush sometimes turned flexibly and sometimes swayed smoothly.
Mo Hanya didn't want to interrupt his inspiration for painting. After thinking about it, she walked towards his bed, which was covered with white sheets and looked clean and tidy. She casually fell on the bed with her shoes on, hugging a pillow, and listened to him painting.
There was a rustling sound, like the clearest and clearest sound in the world. I closed my eyes and fell into sleep unconsciously.
At one o'clock in the morning, Mo Zifei finished the painting and wrote four words with a black pen on the right side of the painting.
"Sister, I've finished the painting." Mo Zifei said with an excited smile. When he realized that she didn't make a sound, he turned around with some confusion. When he saw her sleeping on his bed, the smile on his face changed.
You have to be so gentle and gentle. Look at the painting you have drawn, get up and walk over, gently take off the shoes on her feet, then carefully put her feet hanging outside the bed on the bed, and cover her with a soft blanket.
Quilt.
"Sister, I wish you a sweet dream." After doing everything, he said with a gentle smile to her sleeping, then walked out of his room, closed the door gently, and walked to her room next door...
Mo Hanya's room was a little smaller than his.
This room is full of feminine atmosphere. The curtains are pink. On the windowsill, there is a small pot of cactus with two red flower buds.
On the wall of the room next to the bed, there were several certificates posted. The certificates read 'XX School, first place in music competition - Mo Hanya'.
No one seems to know that Mo Hanya goes to work in ** Villa and only comes back once a month. When she is not at home, Mo Zi often stays in her room. This time, a person came to her room alone and thought of her.
Just at the scene of sleeping in his room, the feeling in his heart seemed to be a little different from when he was alone in her room before.
He felt that somewhere in his heart was not only warm, but also soft. He couldn't describe that feeling in words. He only knew that it felt great and wonderful. His thin lips couldn't help but curl up. He took off his shoes and lay down on the bed.
A pink bed, turn off the light, and fall asleep with a smile on your face.
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The **village built on an isolated island is very charming.
At night, it becomes even more charming. Viewed from a high altitude, it looks like a radiant goddess.
Of course, it shines brightly, is extremely bright, and is also like the most beautiful and coquettish poppy flower.
The restaurant is hundreds of square meters and has a giant strip-shaped dining table.
The dining table is covered with a pure white tablecloth, and it is filled with dozens of precious and nutritious dishes.
On the dining table, two men were sitting, the one above was Dongfang Mi, and the one below was Wu Hao.
The Oriental fan's eating movements hovered between elegance and handsomeness, which looked very eye-catching. After finishing a medium-rare steak, he took a sip of red wine and picked up a white napkin with one hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, looking a bit serious.
He looked at Wu Hao across from him calmly, "You know that I have two sons. Tomorrow afternoon, the two of them will come here, on the 9th, to hold a grand celebration for them here.
For a birthday party, invite a few people appropriately and let them know their identities."
Wu Hao listened carefully and nodded with a slight smile, "Master, don't worry, I will take care of everything."
Dongfang Mi did not doubt his ability to do things, smiled trustingly, and said: "They may live here for a long time, and they should be treated like little masters."
"yes."
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The fresh air in the morning slipped in through the cracks in the window, and the morning light penetrated the curtains and sparsely sprinkled on the head and foot of the bed, as well as in several corners, with their mottled warmth.
Mo Hanya gradually woke up, opened her eyes and saw the exquisite paintings on the wall, and suddenly remembered that she was sleeping in Mo Zifei's room.
"Ha 7e" She frowned and laughed in amusement. She looked around the room and found that Mo Zifei was not in the room. She quickly opened the quilt and got out of bed, put on her shoes and folded the quilt, and walked to the drawing board expectantly.
When she saw the painting he had finished, she was surprised and pleasantly surprised, "Wow, the painting is so good." Suddenly, she noticed the four words on the right, the corner of her mouth raised thoughtfully, took the pen, and
I want to change two words in it.
At this moment, Mo Zifei opened the door and walked in. Seeing her picking up the pen to tamper with something, he immediately stepped forward, hugged her waist, and asked nervously: "Sister, what do you want to do?"
"Uh ah 7e" His behavior was a bit exaggerated. Mo Hanya was startled, turned to look at his nervous expression, and said disapprovingly: "I just want to change two words."
"Change two words?" Mo Zifei was a little confused, looked at her face, and then looked at the four words "Fei Ya Qing Shen" written on the right side of the painting, "Why do you need to change it?" Jia Huan's painting.
"I think this painting should not be called "Indecent Love", but should be called..."
"Should it be called "Ya Fei Qing Shen"?" Mo Zifei happily grabbed the words.
"Uh, no, I think it should be called "Sister-Brother Love"."
"'Love Between Sister and Brother'?" Mo Zifei frowned in disapproval, "Sister, this name couldn't be more tacky. It's called "Love Between Sister and Brother". I like this name very much."
His next words were in a coquettish tone.
Mo Hanya couldn't stand his coquettishness any more, so she suppressed a smile and said, "Okay, okay, it's your choice, I won't change it." After saying that, she broke away his hand that was still holding her waist, turned around and walked towards the door, "
Let’s go and have breakfast.”
"Sister, wait for me." Mo Zifei smiled widely, followed her quickly, put a hand on her shoulder, and walked out of the room with her.
Coincidentally, the intimate scene of them walking out of the room together was caught by Mother Mo who had just come out of the back room. She darkened her face and asked angrily: "Hanya, Zifei, what's going on with you two?"
"Mom, what's going on?" Mo Zifei asked in confusion.
"..." Mo Hanya was also confused and looked at Mom Mo with a puzzled look.
Mother Mo saw the confused looks they gave her, and instantly realized that she had asked too abruptly, "No, it's nothing." She shook her head thoughtfully, walked past them quickly, and walked towards the kitchen.
go.
"Why is Mom so surprised?" Mo Zifei looked at Mom Mo's back and looked at Mo Hanya with amusement, "Could it be that menopause has arrived?"
Mo Hanya suppressed a smile, rolled her eyes at him, raised her hand to tug his ears, and lowered her voice and said, "Be careful if mom hears you."
"Haha 7e" Mo Zifei smiled brightly and seemed not afraid at all.
Not long after, Mo's mother prepared breakfast, and the two siblings sat down at the dining table together.
"Sister, when are you leaving today?" Mo Zifei took a bite of the bun, turned to look at Mo Hanya's side face, and asked a little reluctantly.
Mo Hanya looked at the time, smiled lightly and said, "We'll leave after breakfast."
"So urgent? Can't you stay a little longer?" Mo Zifei frowned.
"No, time waits for no one, and that ship waits for no one."
"..." Mo Zifei felt a little helpless in his heart.
After breakfast, Mo Hanya packed up her clothes, picked up her satchel, said hello to Mom Mo and Mo Zifei, and got ready to go out.
Mo Zifei had a look of reluctance on his face, and just as she was about to walk out of the door, he suddenly stopped her, "Sister, wait a minute." After that, he quickly ran to his room and quickly took the name list.
The painting "Not Elegant and Deep" walked towards her quickly, "Sister, I will give this painting to you, you take it with you."
Mo Hanya thought about it and took it happily, "Okay, when I miss you, my precious brother, I will take a look at this painting."
Hearing these words, Mo Zifei felt happy. When she was about to turn around and leave, she said urgently: "Sister, I'll take you to the boat."
"No." Before Mo Hanya could speak, Mo's mother, who was standing aside, spoke, her face that was no longer young showed a rare seriousness and sternness, "You are not fully recovered yet. You can go upstairs and downstairs."
Yes, you are already tired enough, how can you still go so far to see her off?"
"Mom..." Mo Zifei looked troubled, "I think my health is almost better."
Mo Hanya naturally stood on Mother Mo's side, touched his head, and coaxed with a gentle smile: "Brother, just listen to mother, wait until your body is completely recovered, then you can send him
I."
"..." Mo Zifei had nothing to say, and the corners of his mouth dropped slightly, with a gloomy and sad look on his face.
Mo Hanya looked at his expression with distress, waved to Mother Mo, "Mom, I'm leaving." After saying that, she turned around, picked up the painting and walked out.
Mo Zifei stood by the door, watching her tall back gradually disappearing from sight. There was a hint of melancholy in his hazy eyes. After a while, he turned around and walked weakly back to his room.
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Mother Mo saw all his expressions and behaviors, and when she thought of certain things, she couldn't help but feel anxious. After cleaning the house thoughtfully, she opened the door to his room and saw what he was drawing.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he walked lightly behind him, looked down slightly, and an unknown worry immediately appeared on his face, "Zifei, why are you drawing your sister again?"
Mo Zifei was startled, turned around and asked displeasedly: "Mom, why didn't you knock on the door when you entered my room?"
"Your sister came into your room, and I didn't see her knocking on the door." Mo's mother said with a somewhat grimace.
"She is my sister." Mo Zifei blurted out.
At this time, Mother Mo's face was completely elongated, "People forget about their mother when they have a daughter-in-law, how come you forget about your mother when you have a sister?"
"I...I..." Mo Zifei was speechless. At this time, he himself felt a little strange. Why did he regard his sister as more important than anyone else?
Mother Mo sighed deeply, was silent for a while, looked at the paper on which he drew Mo Hanya's smiling face, and said earnestly: "Son, you have to know that mother's heart is with you. Listen to mother,
Don’t cuddle so intimately with your sister in the future, you are already adults and you should have a moderation in everything."
Mo Zifei was a little confused when he heard this and frowned tightly, "Mom, what are you worried about? What happened to me and my sister cuddling? Who did you offend?"
"Hey, why don't you understand? The way you are hugging each other will be misunderstood by others."
"What's the misunderstanding?" Mo Zifei was angry and funny at the same time, "Do you misunderstand that my sister and I are incestuous?"
Mother Mo's heart skipped a beat, and she said in a deep voice, "It's good if you know." She turned around and walked out of his room quickly.
Mo Zifei's mood was confused, and he was in a daze for a while. Looking at Mo Hanya's smiling face on the drawing paper, which did not look like him, nor did he look like his parents, for the first time in his heart, he secretly wished for something... Sister
, how nice would it be if you weren't my biological sister? Sister, if I didn't want you to be my sister, would you be angry with me?
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At noon that day, Mo Hanya returned to ** Villa by boat.
After going to the staff canteen for lunch, she received a notice that at two o'clock in the afternoon, all employees must gather outside the gate of the villa.
Did something happen in the villa? Why were all the employees suddenly notified to gather outside the gate of the villa?
Mo Hanya was very confused. Maybe it was because she had just returned from the boat and she felt a little tired. She lay on the small bed in the dormitory and thought for a while, then fell asleep unconsciously. When she opened her eyes, she remembered that
"All employees must gather outside the villa gate at two o'clock" notice.
She stood up quickly and looked at the time until three o'clock, which was only a few minutes away. She hit her head reproachfully, "Uh, that's too bad." She didn't even bother to comb her messy hair, and ran out with an anxious look on her face.
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Outside the gate of ** Villa, there is a very wide Yuhua Stone Road. Both sides are filled with exotic flowers and plants in an orderly manner, which is extremely beautiful.
At two o'clock, this Yuhua Stone Road was paved with a long red carpet. On both sides of the red carpet, all the employees of ** Villa stood neatly, looking very grand.
Wu Hao held a golden photo album in his hand, stood tall and straight at one end of the red carpet, looked at the employees standing on both sides, raised his hand to look at the expensive watch, and seriously asked a middle-aged man standing next to him, "
Is everyone here?"
The middle-aged man bent towards him and affirmed: "Except for the resident singer named Mo Hanya, everyone else is here."
Hearing this, Wu Hao frowned slightly.
"Manager Wu, do you want me to go find her?" The middle-aged man raised his head slightly and asked cautiously.
Wu Hao thought for two seconds, "No need." After saying that, his wise eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses blinked lightly, and he slowly opened the golden photo album in his hand.
There are only two photos in the golden photo album. One is a black-haired oriental man with a three-quarter hairstyle, and the other is a mixed-race man with a golden ponytail. The two of them have different hair colors, facial features, and temperaments.
They are different, but one thing is indeed the same, that is, they are both handsome. Just looking at the photos, you can tell that the two of them are almost as handsome as monsters.
Wu Hao seemed to have seen the photos of these two people for the first time. He looked at them carefully for a while, then raised his head and announced loudly to everyone with a serious face: "The two sons of the owner will arrive at the villa soon.
.One of their two brothers is called Dongfang Yu and the other is called Dongfang Wang. Dongfang Yu is the elder brother with black hair, and Dongfang Wang is the younger brother with golden hair. When they stay here, they are our little masters. We must give them the highest respect.
, and the highest courtesy and service, do you understand?"
"Understood." Everyone bowed down neatly and answered in unison with a loud voice like a bell.
After hearing their answers, Wu Hao nodded with satisfaction and raised his hand to look at the time again, "Everyone, be prepared. The helicopter the two young masters are flying will be arriving soon. I would like to add that both young masters are over ten this year.
At eight years old, Master Dongfang Yu is only one hour older than Master Dongfang Wang. When he sees the black-haired Master Dongfang Yu, he will respectfully call him Master Yu, and when he sees Master Dongfang Wang, he will respectfully call him Master Wang. Do you remember?"
"I remember." He replied in a loud voice.
Ten minutes later, the sound of helicopters flying gradually came from the sky.
Soon, two top-notch private helicopters appeared flying unimpeded and domineering between the blue sea and blue sky. Under the blue sky, they appeared more and more clearly in people's eyes like two wild queen bees.
After a while, the two helicopters hovered above a wide lawn, and then landed vertically on the green lawn with a rumbling sound.
The two helicopters stopped at the same time, and when the doors opened at the same time, the two men wearing sunglasses handsomely jumped out of their respective helicopters almost at the same time. They looked at each other expressionlessly, and stepped forward at the same time with tacit understanding but vague hostility. It was cool.
The moment she walked coolly onto the bright red carpet, she seemed to shine brightly.
It's a coincidence that both of them are 183 centimeters tall. They are equally tall and handsome. They look so handsome when they walk on the red carpet. Every step they take is extraordinary. They are no worse than the superstars who go to the red carpet in Hollywood. Stand.
The men and women who were welcoming at both ends were all looking at it in a daze. They were stunned for several seconds before they enthusiastically said the welcome words in order...
"Welcome the two young masters to ** Villa."
The two of them were worthy of being brothers born on the same day, same month, and same year. They both turned a deaf ear to the warm welcome from everyone. They were handsome and tall, and neither one lags behind the other. They walked parallel to each other on the red carpet without squinting.
Dongfang Yu wears a casual black leather jacket. His hairstyle is exactly the same as in the photo. His slightly short hair is like the black sunglasses on his face. It is black and shiny, with a strong nose and slightly pursed lips.
The thickness is moderate, and it has a sexy aftertaste.
Dongfang Wang is wearing the latest brown sunglasses and a fine white suit with golden buttons. The golden ponytail is swaying slightly with his extraordinary walking posture. Under the bright golden sunshine, it matches the pattern on his clothes.
The golden buttons complement each other.
He has clear facial features, a rather straight nose, glossy red and thin lips, more delicate than a girl, and a smooth chin line. Everything is perfect and extremely dazzling, but there is one thing, and the golden photo album in Wu Hao's hand
There are some discrepancies in the photo, that is, his tight skin is a bit sickly white, and I don’t know why.
Wu Hao stood respectfully at the gate. When the two of them approached, he bent slightly and said in a serious voice without being humble: "** Villa welcomes the two young masters. I am from here."
Manager, Wu Hao, if you need anything, just ask."
After hearing his self-introduction, the two brothers were somewhat polite and did not treat him like others. They looked at him and spoke without any warmth at the same time.
"Take me to my room."
"Where is my room?"
Although they have a tacit understanding, that tacit understanding is often mixed with differences. Dongfang Yuan said, "Take me to my room," while Dongfang Wang said, "Where is my room?"
Wu Hao was a little surprised, smiled lightly, stretched his right hand forward, "You two young masters, please come this way." After saying that, Wei Wei walked in front, leading them through the pleasant corridor, and then led him again.
The two walked through the bright hall.
At this time, Mo Hanya was hurriedly coming from the direction opposite them. She was wearing high heels. She didn't want to run too fast. When she turned to go down the stairs, one of her feet suddenly tilted and she couldn't stabilize her body immediately.
The whole person fell down with inertia, and the body rolled down the cold and solid marble stairs miserably.
She was wearing a black sleeveless skirt that reached to her knees, and old-fashioned high-heeled shoes of the same color. Her waist-length black hair was spread loosely, and her skin was dark. When rolled down, she looked like a ball.
Coal rolling down.
When she rolled to the bottom of the stone staircase, her scream became even louder, "Uh ah 7e"
It was a coincidence that when she rolled down the stone staircase, Wu Hao happened to take Dongfang Yu and Dongfang Wang to the bottom of the stone staircase. The three of them rolled her down the bright white stone staircase to the bottom of the stone staircase.
The scene was spotless.
Mo Hanya's posture after she stopped rolling was really artistic. Her head was down, her black hair was spread all over the floor, her legs were up and painfully wide open, and her black skirt was completely covered.
Revealing her pure white panties underneath.
Dongfang Yu and Dongfang Wang stood with their legs straight, one on the left and one on the right, on either side of her head.
Perhaps the two of them never expected to see such a shocking scene. They both lowered their heads slightly, took off the sunglasses on their faces at the same time, revealing their own charming eyes, and looked at her without hesitation.
Quite a classic embarrassed posture.
Mo Hanya's head fell to the ground, and she suddenly felt pain. She frowned and opened her big red phoenix eyes in discomfort. In an instant, she saw Dongfang's obsidian eyes, and Dongfang Wang's eyes that were as bright as stars, like drinking.
After drinking two or three ounces of wine, I felt drunk. I was completely unaware of my embarrassing situation and kept the classic embarrassed posture motionless.
Oh, this woman is so interesting.
The two brothers laughed contemptuously in their hearts at the same time.
Dongfang Yu put his hands in his pockets, narrowed his deep eyes slightly, glanced at her exposed white panties, looked at her posture carefully, and then looked at her face that looked like a thirty-year-old woman with disgust. , "Your welcome method is very novel, very grand, and has a remarkable effect of being bumpy and unbreakable. Old woman, I will be somewhat impressed by you." After speaking objectively and coldly, he stepped up with his strong long legs, coldly. Walking up the bright marble stone stairs.
After hearing what he said, Mo Hanya more or less reacted, feeling extremely embarrassed. She moved her body and held the pillar next to the stone staircase with one hand, trying to stand up.
Unexpectedly, just when she was about to get up, Dongfang Wang, who was still standing near her head, twitched unbearably at the corner of his mouth. His extremely moist red lips suddenly opened, and he stretched his head forward slightly, making a 'vomit' sound. , spitting out a mouthful of sea-smelling vomit on her face.
Well, at this time, even a leak in the house and even rain at night can't be used to describe the degree and situation of Mo Hanya's unlucky situation at this time.
When all the vomit with the strong sea smell was spat on her face, Mo Hanya was completely stunned. She opened her mouth but couldn't say a word.
Wu Hao stood aside, his eyebrows darkened slightly when he saw her miserable appearance.
He seemed to have some sympathy for her, but he never had the intention to help her, not even a word of inquiry.
Dongfang Yu walked to a platform at the corner of the stone staircase. Hearing the sound of vomiting from Dongfang Wang, the corners of his mouth immediately raised significantly. Then he turned around slightly with his hands in his pockets and looked down at Mo Hanya's face. With a face that was at its peak of embarrassment, he looked at Dongfang Wang teasingly before walking forward as if nothing had happened.
After vomiting out the stuff that was irritating his stomach, Dongfang Wang's sickly pale face became much better, but just now he saw Dongfang's look of wanting to make fun of him, and felt very uncomfortable in his heart.
He raised his head and looked at Dongfang Yu's back angrily. He took out a white handkerchief from his trouser pocket and wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully. Then he looked at Mo Hanya's face covered with his own vomit with great disdain. He said softly: "Shirt, why am I so unlucky to spit on your ugly coal face? Well, any trash can on the roadside is more eye-catching than you." Yinluo wiped his mouth with the white handkerchief. A soft yet evil look appeared on her face, and when she saw the handkerchief accurately covering her face, she took steps with extraordinary temperament and walked up the stone stairs arrogantly and handsomely.
Oh my God, how could there be such arrogant, unreasonable, and bullying people in this world?!
Mo Hanya really couldn't figure it out. Although he was so beautiful, why did the words he said and the things he did make everyone and God angry?
She thought sadly and angrily, and after a few seconds, she raised her hand and took away the dirty white handkerchief covering her face in frustration and anger.
As soon as the handkerchief was taken away, she immediately looked at Wu Haozheng with a look that looked both sympathetic and disapproving. Her heart paused and she felt even more embarrassed and wanted to cry. Tears in Danfeng's eyes were about to burst out several times, but In the end, she tried her best to endure it.
Wu Hao should be able to understand her mood at this moment. Looking at her dirty face, he gently blinked his eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses and said calmly: "Get up quickly and go to the bathroom to wash up. , go to my office in an hour." After saying that, he turned around and walked up the stone stairs, speeding up his pace slightly to keep up with the two brothers Dongfang Yu and Dongfang Wang who had already walked away.
Even if he didn't say anything, Mo Hanya knew what to do. She blinked her wet eyes, endured the pain in her body and quickly got up, holding the white handkerchief and limping toward the bathroom.
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Walking to the bathroom, she quickly turned on the faucet on the sink, and quickly washed her face with the fine white handkerchief.
When washing, the hair on her forehead and ears was wet, and water droplets fell along the ends of her hair to her neck.
She couldn't help but shiver, and looked up at herself in the mirror with wet hair and face, and then recalled with a headache that she had fallen down from the stone stairs to the bottom of the stone stairs, and had been raped by those two tall and handsome people who made the smell of heaven and earth unparalleled.
I can't stop feeling the humiliation of this kid.
I feel so uncomfortable... Who are these two people? Are they so arrogant and unreasonable in front of Manager Wu? Well, that blond guy who doesn't know whether he is a boy or a girl is really too much. Next time I see him, I will
If I don't vent my anger on him, I'm not a human being.
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Climbing up the stone stairs, Wu Hao took the two brothers to a row of rooms on the second floor. He stood in the middle, pointed at the two rooms that were close to each other on both sides, and said with a slight smile: "Two young masters, these two rooms
, it’s yours.”
The two brothers looked at the door facing each other at the same time. With their hands stretched out, they could touch the rooms on both sides of the door. They showed displeasure, glanced at each other with hatred, and said something in unison.
"I want to change rooms."
"I want to change rooms."
Hearing this, Wu Hao looked slightly embarrassed, "Two young masters, let your rooms be adjacent to each other. This is the owner's wish. The owner hopes to shorten the distance between you two and increase the relationship between you two brothers.
emotion."
After hearing this, Dongfang Wang immediately rolled his eyes at him and said, "Bullshit."
Dongfang Yu didn't even listen to what he said. He put on a standard iceberg face, turned around and walked towards the room on the far left, and said in an arrogant cold voice: "I decide which room to live in. It's not my turn."
It’s up to him to take care of it.”
Dongfang Wang also meant the same thing. He rarely followed Wu Hao's example and regarded Wu Hao as air, turned around and walked towards the room on the far right.
At this time, Wu Hao was a bit caught in the middle, feeling desolate and inhumane on both sides.
He stood there and sighed inaudibly, looking at the unruly backs of the two brothers walking in opposite directions. He heard the sound of the door being kicked open twice, then turned around and left with a slight helplessness.