Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 177 His Brother
As soon as the words fell, Si Zhengchen hooked his hands towards the door, and accompanied by the heavy footsteps of a leather shoe on the floor, the person outside the door suddenly appeared in her empty field of vision, extremely clear.

For a moment, Song Xiaolin lost all sleepiness.

A layer of eerie coldness also climbed up on his back in vain.

It's that man!
In the night, several gunshots pierced the damp sky, the gurgling blood mixed into the river of rain and stained the muddy ground red, the gust of wind whizzed past, and the branches of the jungle in the distance swayed their torso crazily, like a ferocious beast.

This scene was once her nightmare at night.

And the man who often appeared in her nightmares was right in front of her eyes.

Si Zhengchen took the man's arm, looking intimate: "Little Purlin, let me introduce you, this is my brother, he has lived in Rongcheng all year round, unlike us who live in France, so I have never found a suitable opportunity to tell you , how is it, isn’t my brother handsome?”

In that lengthy passage, Song Xiaopurn actually didn't quite understand what was said.

All her attention was focused on the word "brother".

It turned out that this man was Si Zhengchen's elder brother.

No wonder, the eyebrows and eyes of the two are so similar.

She had been suspicious for a long time, but she never heard him mention that there is another brother in the past few years, so she gave up this idea.

"...Little Purlin?" Seeing her suddenly falling into a daze, Si Zhengchen stretched out his hand and shook in front of her, "What's wrong with you? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost? Are you really caught by me? Isn’t brother handsome?” After a pause, he tilted his head slightly, and said to the man with a smile, “Brother, this is the girl I told you about before, she’s pretty, isn’t she?”

The man raised the corners of his lips lowly, stretched out his hand towards her, and said in a cold voice, "Hello, nice to meet you, I'm Si Zhengting, brother of Si Zhengchen."

Day is different from night.

His brows are less cloudy and more soft, with a light bronze complexion. Although he is slightly bent, his posture is still high, and he has a king-like aura all over him, like an invincible fighter in the battlefield. General.

Song Xiaolin obviously couldn't resist his strong aura, so he lost his sight unconsciously. When he looked down, he caught a glimpse of his hands with well-defined joints, and the nails were well manicured.

Then, she calmed down her complex and difficult mood, and gently held his hand politely: "Hello, I'm Song Xiaolin, Si Zhengchen's... classmate."

Soon he let go of his hand again, like a superficial touch.

Si Zhengting smiled lowly, but the smile never reached his eyes, "I know you, big star Song, I often hear Zheng Chen mentioning you, and you can be seen everywhere on billboards and on TV. .”

As soon as the words were finished, Si Zhengchen took the first step: "That's right, our little purlin is very popular!"

"..." She laughed a few times, feeling extremely embarrassed in her heart.

But he faintly felt that there was something in Si Zhengting's words.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for him not to remember her.

Just imagine, she not only spied him kissing the woman in his arms in the stairwell, but also witnessed the scene of his murder. Now, can he still be in the same room with her so peacefully?

His mind is too deep, the city is too deep, it is unpredictable.

"Miss Song, don't you welcome me?"

At the moment when she was in a daze, Si Zhengting's voice came to her ears unhurriedly.

Hearing this, Song Xiaolin raised his head blankly: "...what?"

It was also in the bright sunshine, but his brows and eyes were cooler than Si Zhengchen's, "Look, we've been standing at your door for a long time, and you haven't seen you invite us in for a sit down."

She scratched her head in embarrassment, and immediately made a "please" gesture: "I'm sorry, my memory is not very good, I almost forgot about this incident, please forgive me, please come in and sit down , I'll make you some tea."

Si Zhengting felt at ease, took off his leather shoes, and entered the house in sandals.

Si Zhengchen moved slowly, still changing his shoes.

"Si Zhengchen, your brother..."

Hearing the sound, he raised his head and smiled softly, "What? What do you want to say?"

"Your brother...that your brother..."

After hemming and hawing for a long time, Song Xiaopurn still didn't say what he wanted to say.

He frowned slightly for no reason, "What's wrong with my brother?"

She chuckled and shook her head: "It's okay, after you change your shoes, go into the house quickly."

"it is good."

In fact, she wanted to ask him if he knew about his brother's murder.

But one of them is an older brother and the other is a younger brother, and they are born with such an inseparable relationship. What will his position be then?
She didn't want to lure wolves into the house, and she didn't want to get angry.

So some things are better hidden in the bottom of my heart.

The heating in the house is sufficient to dispel the sporadic chill.

Si Zhengting stood upright by the bookshelf, gazing seriously, and took out a book casually, but it was rare to restrain that gloomy aura, and instead had a refined temperament.

Song Xiaopurn politely asked in a low voice: "Brother Si Ting, are you used to drinking hot tea?"

Without looking up, he stared intently at the book in his hand, nodded, "Get used to it."

"Okay, then I'll make you a cup of hot tea."

"Well, thank you." From the beginning to the end, his eyes stayed on the book.

This scene, Si Zhengchen has long been used to it, explained: "My brother is like that, he loves literature so much, wherever he goes, he can't take his eyes away when he sees a book, it is more important than life, like The vampire smells blood and is a little crazy, don't be surprised."

She made a cup of coffee and handed it to him: "Well, it's not surprising, I also love literature, and a person I know also loves physics very much, I've seen that kind of intense love for something. "

I won't be surprised, but I still can't help being a little curious.

After all, a sullen person like Si Zhengting would love literature books so paranoidly.

The coffee cup was slightly hot, and his fingertips were slightly red. Si Zhengchen's eyes darkened, hidden under the thick smoke: "Who is that person?"

Song Xiaolin replied casually: "It's just an old friend."

"Oh... why don't you make me a cup of hot tea too?"

She looked up at him, and suddenly felt a little funny: "Aren't you not used to drinking hot tea?"

Living in France since he was a child, he really couldn't drink hot tea.

He blew away the white smoke, took a sip of the coffee, a bit of bitterness lingered on the tip of his tongue, but the taste was very mellow, and said lightly, "Little Purlin, do you think my brother is handsome? Will he be more handsome than me?"

"Don't you all look alike?" She answered truthfully, "Why? Why do you ask that?"

Si Zhengchen's brows slowly frowned into the shape of the word "Chuan". He had a mournful face, with a sense of worry before the storm, "I'm afraid you will fall in love with my brother."

(End of this chapter)