Chapter 175： (1/2)

As a result, this weekend, he took a gift to Xunzihua West Street as a guest. As soon as he entered the door, he saw his elder brother sitting on the sofa and had a good conversation with He An.

There was a pot of lemon black tea on the coffee table, and a basket of butterfly crisps and croissants that had not been baked. He An sat beside Zheng Feiyi to speak with him. The two were very close to each other, less than a foot apart. Like an old friend.

Zheng Feiyu's face immediately smelled, and the hand holding the gift bag tightened.

"He An."

He coughed stiffly.

"Fei?" He An was surprised, and raised his hand to him. "Come on. I just brewed black tea and baked a plate of dim sum. It's fresh and fluffy. It's delicious."

"So ... so coincident?"

Zheng Feiyu's bone strength collapsed for three seconds.

With a smile on his face, he laid the gift on the sofa and sat down beside He An diligently. He An was fair and just, and intimately poured him a cup of black tea and added a slice of ripe lemon.

Zheng Feiyi stood up and said: "Then I will go back first, thank you for your hospitality."

"I'll send you."

He An did his best for the guests and host, and politely sent Zheng Feiyi out of the gate. When he returned, he saw Zheng Fei leaning on the sofa leaning on a lemon slice. He was unhappy again.

"Why, then it's cloudy and sunny for a while?"

"I'm sour."

Zheng Feiyu flicked the lemon slice with his tongue.

He An took the lemon slice and threw it back into the tea cup: "Small belly chicken intestines."

"You tell me the truth, what did my brother do for you for no reason?" Zheng Feiyu couldn't help curiosity, trying to dig out the answer.

He An said, "Chat."

Zheng Feiyu didn't believe: "He doesn't know you, what can he talk about?"