"Without expectations, there will be no disappointment."

Because he has never had any expectations for the little third son, he naturally did not say anything disappointed.

This is what Xuan Ye has always thought.

It's sad.

Even in the dead of night, he sat alone in front of the computer, drinking a cup of espresso coffee, and let the bitter liquid slowly slide down his throat, but he couldn't resist the surging thoughts in his chest......

Even if it were, he wouldn't have any ideas.

Can't have, let alone dare to have......

Just because that person is his younger brother, and he is also the younger brother of a mother's fellow mother.

……

Xuan Ye half-squinted his eyelids and lowered slightly, looking at the blood beads dripping at his feet, his pursed lips moved slightly, and the bitter coolness spread little by little.

Even he felt ashamed of himself, let alone someone else.

Xuan Ye slowly raised his hand again, pinched his throat, which had been tightly tense, and rolled it up and down.

In the meager moonlight that came through the car window, the tired color between his brows became more and more visible.

Tired.

So many years of stubbornness, so many years of perseverance......

Knowing that there would be no results, and knowing that there would finally be such a day, his most beloved brother had a beloved, thinking that he would still be as calm as ever, but the small pain on the tip of his heart made him a little at a loss.

It's really tiring......

Perhaps, it's time to let go.

No, I have never caught it, how can I say that I have given up.

Outside the car window, the dark night in Lebanon was even more gloomy and cold, and the oppression was filled with the smoke of gunpowder and the restlessness of war.

……

Ji Yicheng almost stared out of the phone screen, and the white eyeballs rolled to the back of his head.

I'm so angry with him!

This Ye boss, he is full of blood and brotherly love, he didn't have a word of thought and then gave him a perfunctory past?!

The imperial momentum of the great god who said it was good!

Jing Tingge half-propped his elbows, his two small hands supported his chin, and he also sighed with a worried face.

"I feel sorry for Ye Da, one didn't say anything about it, and the other pretended not to understand."

Ji Yicheng hurriedly turned around and kissed Jing Tingge's pouting mouth, Dump Bao'er, how can you feel sorry for other men!

Jing Tingge understood the subtext, and couldn't help but smile and bend his eyes, but no, Ye was mostly sad and pitiful.

Ji Yicheng squinted again, and snorted with a cold and glamorous nose,

"It's actually easy to get this one out of the way, but the one who pretends not to understand it, looks at your husband."

As he spoke, Ji Yicheng took his mobile phone and sent a message again.

……

Four Seasons Hotel Suites.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the sunset gradually dyes and falls on the bank of the Seine River not far away, which is indescribably charming and romantic, and infinitely stylish.

But it can't compare to the handsome shadow on the sofa in front of the window.

Xuan Fei was holding a red wine glass in his hand, the red liquid shook gently in the glass, his jaw tilted slightly, and he drank it all directly.

A drop of red wine overflowed the corners of his mouth, his lips were darker, and his narrow eyes were seductive, indescribably sexual/sensual charm.

There is still a beautiful smile on the corner of his mouth, but the smile does not reach the bottom of his eyes at all.

message box,

"My wife is a cutie":

"Little goblin, do you know what your Jia Ye Dagang told me?"

His brother is always online.

Xuan Fei's eyes pierced, and the five fingers pinching the wall of the goblet unconsciously tightened hard, as if he was going to crush the cup raw in the next second.