That night, Xia Liang was thinking about Zhou Shuo who was still "sick" at home, and he said goodbye and left not long after dinner.

Before leaving, he thought that it would be inconvenient for Li Mo and Ji Qin to have no means of transportation in City B, so he silently left the car keys at the entrance.

When he walked out of the villa, Xia Liang only remembered that there are few taxis in this area at night, so he can only go to the Internet and make an appointment.

While strolling on the sidewalk by the roadside, he looked down at his mobile phone, and suddenly heard a short whistle sound behind him.

He turned around and found a familiar car two steps behind him - the car that Zhou Shuo often drives.

Xia Liang was a little surprised. He opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. Just as he was about to ask Zhou Shuo why he was here, he found that Zhou Shuo was wearing a thick mask, and most of his face was tightly covered.

So Xia Liang asked and the words became: "Why do you cover yourself like this? Have a cold?"

Zhou Shuo didn't speak. As soon as Xia Liang approached, the sweet breath penetrated into the tip of his nose through the thick mask. He subconsciously pulled the mask to the bridge of his nose, avoiding Xia Liang's sight.

Xia Liang looked at him and asked again, "Are you feeling better?"

"Hmm." Zhou Shuo replied vaguely.

"Why did you drive here and come to pick me up?"

"..."

"I have a car myself, but I just don't want to drive it temporarily. Did you even guess that?"

"...Hmm." Zhou Shuo's answer became more and more perfunctory. Where did he come to pick up someone, he made a special trip to follow him.

In the evening, he turned down Xia Liang on a whim, but then he regretted it.

When he thought that Xia Liang and Li Mo were in the same room, if the two of them were interested in drinking and having sex... The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. But he didn't want to see Xia Liang come out of the villa alone, he drove a car behind him for a distance, and saw that he seemed to be taking a taxi, so he got up.

How did Xia Liang know about the twists and turns in Zhou Shuo's heart, stared at him for a long time, and smiled: "Why, your stomach is so troubled that you can't even speak? What do you mean?"

Zhou Shuojian couldn't be fooled anymore, so he hesitated: "I... worried that you would not be safe alone at night, so..."

Xia Liang was thinking differently, recalling the accident that Xia Lin encountered in Zilin Village a few years ago, patted him on the shoulder, and said with relief: "Don't be so nervous, I'm in the city, what can happen? Besides, you are my assistant now, not a bodyguard. Even if something happens to me, no one else can blame you."

Zhou Shuo pursed his lips and said nothing.

During the years he was with Xia Liang, he felt that the relationship between the two was always spinning in place, with no progress. Every time he wanted to give Xia Liang some subtle hints, Xia Liang's straight man's thinking could always distort his meaning to a distance of 108,000 miles.

When the two returned to Xia's house, Xia Liang asked casually, "What did you have for dinner?"

Zhou Shuo was stunned, not knowing how to answer for a while.

Xia Liang glanced at the kitchen, noticed something was wrong, and looked back at Zhou Shuo: "Don't tell me, you didn't eat dinner at all?"

Zhou Shuo lowered his head: "Aunt Wang has asked for leave for the past two days..."

"Then why don't you order takeout yourself?"

"I...have no appetite, I'm not used to eating outside..."

"If you're not used to it, you have to eat it." Xia Liang rolled up his shirt cuffs, "If you think the things outside are too oily and dirty, then I'll make some for you. But I can only cook porridge and instant noodles. Which do you choose?"

Just as Zhou Shuo was about to speak, he heard Xia Liang muttering to himself: "I almost forgot, your stomach is not feeling well, it's better not to eat instant noodles. But it takes a long time to cook porridge, I'm afraid you won't be able to starve... …”

"It's alright, I'll eat instant noodles." Zhou Shuo suddenly raised a little bit of anticipation for Xia Liang cooking noodles for himself, and looked at Xia Liang earnestly, "Master, are you really willing to cook noodles for me? ?"

Xia Liang didn't pay attention to his question. He opened the cabinet and found a few packs of instant noodles, and asked, "Which flavor do you want?"

"whatever……"

"There's no such thing as a random taste, you pick one, beef, mushroom or fresh shrimp?" "Beef."

Xia Liang thought about it and said, "You have a bad stomach now, why don't you eat something light, how about fresh shrimp?"

"It's all good." Zhou Shuo picked a chair and sat down, looking at Xia Liang's back expectantly. He never thought that one day he would be able to eat the instant noodles that Xia Liang personally made for him.

Xia Liang used to seldom enter the kitchen at home, and even cooking instant noodles was a bit clumsy, and a small half packet could be spilled out of the packaging bag of seasoning powder.

However, looking at his back on the stove, Zhou Shuo felt very warm in his heart, even if Xia Liang brought him a bowl of charred noodles, he would still be able to eat it with relish.

Of course, his imagination is a bit too rich. Although Xia Liang is not skilled, the instant noodles he cooks are not far behind.

He brought the instant noodles to Zhou Shuo, then sat across from the dining table and watched him eat.

Zhou Shuo tore off his mask and took a careful breath. The rich aroma of instant noodles first rushed into the tip of the nose, temporarily diluting the aroma on Xia Liang's body on the opposite side.

It was only at this moment that Zhou Shuo realized that his stomach was already hungry, and he began to eat noodles in big mouthfuls.

Xia Liang watched him eat quietly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

He suddenly sighed with emotion and muttered, "Sometimes, I often forget that you are a year younger than Xiao Lin." Zhou Shuo moved his hand and looked up at Xia Liang for unknown reasons.

Xia Liang continued: "Xiao Lin has never been close to me since he was a child. Sometimes I want to care more about him, but I don't know what to do. He was a little childish before the third year of high school. Excited, suddenly becoming more mature and stable than me, sometimes I can't tell who is the elder brother.

Zhou Shuo actually felt the same in his heart, but he didn't know what Xia Liang's intention was when he brought this up, so he continued to listen to him silently.

Xia Liang sighed and said, "My brother, maybe I failed a bit. Except for material help, I'm afraid there is nothing I can do for my brother." He said, raising his head to look at Zhou Shuo, "Fortunately, I still have a younger brother like you."

Zhou Shuo was stunned, not knowing whether to be happy or worried.

Xia Liang's willingness to take him as his younger brother shows that he still has the opportunity to get close to him. However, such closeness has an insurmountable bottom line. Once that bottom line is crossed, he will be doomed.

The two were thinking about their own thoughts, and after a moment of silence, Xia Liang suddenly said, "Zhou Shuo, ask you a question."

Zhou Shuo raised his head and looked at him.

"When you changed your name to Xiaolin's brother Lin, why didn't you want to change your name to me?"

Zhou Shuo lowered his head and said quietly, "I'm afraid... I'll offend the eldest young master..."

"How can this be considered offensive?" Xia Liang couldn't help laughing and crying, "You call Xiao Lin 'Lin Ge' so kindly, but you call me 'Eldest Young Master', which sounds very interesting."

Zhou Shuo's heart was beating wildly for no reason. Although he knew that Xia Liang had no affection for him other than his brother, he still couldn't suppress the extravagant hope that came out from the bottom of his heart.

He raised his head again and asked cautiously, "Then... can I call you Brother Liang?"

"Okay." Xia Liang raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, as if waiting for his words.

The author has something to say -

Some friends are asking, why does the cover show the "finished" status? It's my fault. At the beginning, I planned to write only the first volume, and then I changed it to the end. Later, I decided to continue to write the second volume, but the status could not be changed back, and I sent the wrong information to everyone, I am very sorry!