Chapter 303 (1/2)

”Brother!” With an angry cry, Shen Dao's eyes suddenly burst into tears, as if hurt his self-esteem. He put on his cloak again in a panic, and walked out without looking at Zheng Quzhi.

Until Shen Dao disappeared, Zheng Quzhi did not respond.

All along, Zheng Quzhi did not take Shen Dao's words to heart. He didn't believe any brother, brother or enemy, but his face was so similar to him

If he hadn't often seen himself of different ages in fantasy recently, he would have forgotten his former appearance.

Shen Dao looks only eighteen or nine years old. He is very young. His skin on his face and hands is very pale, which makes him look very unnatural. The burn looks as like as two peas. It should not be a recent injury. If it wasn't for that burn, Shen Dao and teenager would be almost the same.

Is there such a coincidence in the world?

It should be unlikely, maybe Does he really have a brother?

A string of questions came, Zheng Quzhi twisted his eyebrows with a headache.

”What are you thinking?” It's Wei Yan's voice again.

Zheng Quzhi looked warily at the direction of the door, and saw Wei Yan standing at the door again. His tall and straight figure was the same as that of just now. Different from just now, Wei Yan raised his head, frowned and looked at himself closely.

”Wei Yan?” He asked tentatively.

”Why did you come back so soon?” Wei Yan didn't seem to notice the arrival of Shen Dao just now. After turning around and closing the door, she threw aside a collection of fairy tales. Her tone was filled with complaints: ”these children are very boring. Don't come next time.”

”OK, OK, no more.” Zheng Quzhi's heart relaxed, pulled his collar, and walked toward the bed: ”now you haven't come, let's squint first?”

Seeing Zheng Quzhi so perfunctory, Wei Yan's eyes crossed a meditation, her face was still plain, but she walked steadily towards Zheng Quzhi.

As soon as he approached, he smelled some disgusting smell. Wei Yan's face was extremely ugly. He looked down at the man who had been lying on the bed: ”is he coming?”

It goes without saying who he is.

Zheng Quzhi was frightened by Wei Yan's appearance. In fact, since the two people were together, Wei Yan rarely showed this appearance in front of him: his face was full of evil, and his eyes were still full of murderous spirit.

”Gone.” Zheng Quzhi pulled the quilt and covered it. His face was as stable as a dog. He was already in a panic.

Wei Yan's face did not soften down because of Zheng Quzhi's words. He looked at Zheng Quzhi in silence for a moment. He dropped his eyes and took his eyes back to bed.

He thought it was over. Zheng Quzhi was relieved, and a man came over him. Zheng Quzhi didn't want to cry without tears: ”Wei Yan, this is someone else's place. Is it not good to do that?”

Wei Yan approached, first smelled Zheng Quzhi's face, and then asked in a deep voice, ”where did he touch you?”

It's so strong, it's not so simple to stand together.

Hearing this, Zheng Quzhi sniffed at the corners of his mouth: ”are you a dog nose?”

Why is it so smart like a dog's nose?

”Where did it touch you?” Wei Yan didn't pay attention to Zheng Quzhi's words, but insisted on asking: ”where did you touch?”

This stubborn problem did not change at all. Zheng Quzhi rolled his eyes, held Wei Yan in his arms, and hummed, ”I touched his clothes.”

Before Zheng Quzhi reacts, he is pushed away by Wei Yan. Then Wei Yan stretched out his hand and pulled his collar to lift him up. He dodged his hand and asked in a cold voice, ”do you touch him?”

Looking at Wei Yan's appearance, Zheng Quzhi is suddenly silent.