After leaving the hotel, Song Yan got into the Xia family's car. The Xia family traveled in two groups. Uncle Teng's car carried Mrs. Xia and father Xia, and Zhou Shuo's car carried the two brothers of the Xia family. And Song Yan.

On the road, the atmosphere in the car was a little dull, Song Yan was sitting on pins and needles and didn't dare to breathe. Xia Lin treated him coldly. , He remembered that he often ran to Xia's house when he was a child. Although Xia Liang's attitude towards him was not enthusiastic, it was not so hostile.

Suddenly Xia Liang said, "Zhou Shuo."

"Hey, young master." Zhou Shuo replied while driving.

"Don't sleep in your own room tonight, go to Xiaolin's room with your quilt and sleep for one night."

"Ah?" Zhou Shuo was a little dumbfounded.

Xia Lin was stunned. Before she could react, Song Yan had already protested: "Why, Brother Liang? It's just right for Xia Lin and I to sleep in the same bed, why do you need to add Zhou Shuo?"

"The small clinic is big enough, not more than one of him." Xia Liang glanced at Song Yan lightly, "The main reason is that you are young and energetic, and it would be bad if you accidentally slept next to Xiaolin at night and accidentally rubbed a gun."

Xia Lin really didn't know whether to thank his brother for his relief or to reject his brother's troubles.

Zhou Shuo was also extremely speechless. The eldest young master was using him as a light bulb. Three big men slept in the same bed. Thinking about that scene was embarrassing.

Then Xia Liang said slowly: "Or, Song Yan, you change rooms with Zhou Shuo, wouldn't it be better for you to sleep in a bed by yourself?"

"No!" Song Yan pointed at Zhou Shuo and said, "This kid is younger and more aggressive than me. Why don't you worry about him and Xia Lin getting into trouble?"

Xia Liang glanced at Zhou Shuo and asked lightly, "Do you like men?"

Zhou Shuo quickly shook his head.

Xia Liang spread out his hands and said, "I see, he is a straight man."

He deliberately emphasized the word "straight", and when he heard it, Xia Lin came down in an instant. He glanced at Xia Liang inexplicably, wondering if his brother knew something?

Song Yan didn't dare to say a word for a moment after hearing this. He was more guilty than Xia Lin. After all, he had already given his brother something to him. If this cold-faced young master knew about it, he would probably have him without a word. to waste.

That night, Zhou Shuo really squeezed into Xia Lin's room with the quilt and dutifully played a kilowatt light bulb.

However, after half an hour, Xia Liang passed by and found a quilt outside the door. After a closer look, he realized that it was Zhou Shuo, who was sleeping with the quilt leaning against the door.

Xia Liang gently kicked Zhou Shuo's twisted knee, and Zhou Shuo immediately opened his eyes vigilantly.

"Big. Young master." He looked up and saw that it was Xia Liang, and quickly stood up holding the quilt.

"What are you doing at the door?" Xia Liang asked

"Eldest young master, this light bulb. I really can't do it," Zhou Shuo scratched his head, "There is always a sense of guilt that I am tearing people's marriages apart."

Xia Liang squinted his eyes: "Dismantle people's marriages?"

Zhou Shuo suddenly realized that he had missed what he said, and immediately closed his mouth and shook his head, "No, no, I didn't say anything."

But it was too late, Xia Liang's eyes became deep: "What's going on inside now?"

"Before I came out, Song Yan had been driven to the floor by Brother Lin to sleep, and now Brother Lin should be sleeping alone on the bed. I was worried, so I just wanted to squat at the door all night. If there is any movement inside, I will It's better to rush in immediately."

Xia Liang was silent for a moment, then waved to Zhou Shuo: "Come with me to the study."

Zhou Shuo hesitated for a moment, threw the quilt into his room, and followed Xia Liang to the study.

Xia Liang pointed to the chair opposite the desk, and said in an imperative tone, "Sit."

Zhou Shuo had an intuition that something bad would happen, but in the face of Xia Liang, he could only obey orders.

Xia Liang let Zhou Shuo sit, but leaned against the desk and looked at him condescendingly: "Tell me, about Xiao Lin and Song Yan, how many things are you hiding from me?"

Zhou Shuo looked aggrieved: "Really not."

"Xiao Lin also likes Song Yan?"

"Probably."

"Are you sure he likes men?"

"It shouldn't be wrong."

"When did you find out?"

"Second semester of senior year."

Xia Liang sneered: "It's promising, but you have been hiding it from me for so long."

Zhou Shuo hurriedly said: "I didn't mean to hide it, because Brother Lin said that he would tell you personally when the time was right, so I..."

Xia Liang raised his hand to interrupt him: "So, now the two are in a state of mutual affection?"

"Also...not quite like it."

"I don't look like it either," Xia Liang rubbed his chin and muttered to himself, "If Xiao Lin really wants to be with Song Yan, why would he have a sullen face all night long. "

After a while, he waved his hand and said: "Okay, go back to your room to rest, don't squat outside the door - this is the Xia family anyway, Song Yan is so stupid that he dares to be on our Xia family's territory. Do something unruly, I let him come in vertically and go out horizontally."

Zhou Shuo took two steps to the door, but he turned back and asked, "Eldest young master, about Brother Lin, can you..."

"Don't worry, my tone is much tighter than yours."

Zhou Shuo was speechless for a moment, and then asked again, "Eldest young master, don't you...don't hate homosexuality?"

Xia Liang smiled and spread out his hands: "Do I look like such an indifferent person?"

"That's good." Zhou Shuo was really relieved for Xia Lin.

I only heard Xia Liang muttering to himself: "It's just that the matter of inheriting the Xia family's lineage will fall on me alone, hey, trouble."

Zhou Shuo was stunned for a moment, and an unspeakable loss suddenly appeared in his heart.