Chapter 14: The Cannon Fodder in a Dogblood Novel (14)
Zhou Geng lost his appetite and followed Shen Tangqing to the living room.
Shen Tangqing found his phone, which had “disappeared” for a night, in the drawer of the cabinet in the entryway. There were two WeChat messages from Shen Huayan.
She told him that the plan to return to the country next week was canceled. She probably had to stay in Country Y with Old Man Jiang for another month before coming back. She also transferred him ten thousand yuan for living expenses and told him to spend it sparingly.
Shen Tangqing had almost forgotten about this cheap mother. He happily accepted the money, replied to Shen Huayan, and logged out of WeChat.
Zhou Geng naturally put his arm around Shen Tangqing’s shoulder and walked toward the sofa in the living room.
Zhou Shuli sat on the sofa, his back perfectly straight.
His gaze fell coldly on the hand Zhou Geng had draped over Shen Tangqing’s shoulder. After a few seconds, he spoke faintly to Zhou Geng.
“Go upstairs and change your clothes. What do you look like dressed like that?”
Zhou Geng: “…”
Usually running around the house in pajamas, Brother never said anything? Did he take the wrong medicine today?
“Brother, I…”
He was interrupted by Zhou Shuli as soon as he opened his mouth. “You still have a friend here, you have to pay attention to your image.”
Zhou Shuli’s expression was calm, and even his voice was ripple-less.
Zhou Geng suddenly realized. Indeed, in front of Tang Tang, he still had to pay attention to his image.
Although he didn’t think deeply about why he wanted to maintain his image in front of Shen Tangqing, his first reaction after his brother spoke was approval.
“Tang Tang, sit for a while first. I’ll go up and change clothes then come down.”
Shen Tangqing actually felt it didn’t matter whether he changed clothes or not since they were at home and not going out, but Zhou Geng was already jogging upstairs.
Shen Tangqing: ?
Why the rush?
Zhou Shuli spoke at the right moment, his voice lacking the coldness from before.
“Come sit.”
Shen Tangqing turned his head, nodded politely to Zhou Shuli, and sat on the sofa to Zhou Shuli’s left, clutching his phone.
After a while,
A servant brought up a pot of brewed tea.
Zhou Shuli glanced at him. “If you don’t want tea, there’s coffee.”
Shen Tangqing had drunk a bowl of milk bird’s nest soup and half a glass of milk during the meal, so he wasn’t thirsty at all now.
He shook his head. “Not drinking right now.”
Zhou Shuli gave a vague “Hmm” and didn’t speak again.
He picked up the teacup in front of him, blew on it, and took a slow sip.
Shen Tangqing’s gaze fell on his hand, still wearing gloves. He suddenly found an advantage to wearing gloves:
Drinking tea without fear of the cup burning your hand.
The moment this thought surfaced in his mind, Shen Tangqing couldn’t help but curve his eyes, amused by his own thought.
When Lin Mu walked out of the elevator with a long face, he saw Shen Tangqing sitting on the sofa from afar, pursing his lips and smiling somewhat happily.
He was stunned for a moment.
A very pretentious sentence suddenly came to his mind:
(The wind wrinkled a pool of spring water, and also stirred my heart; for a moment, I couldn’t tell if it was the wind moving or—my heart moving.)
“What are you standing here like a post for?” Zhou Geng patted his shoulder from behind.
Lin Mu suddenly came back to his senses.
He sighed in his heart that this Shen Tangqing’s level was truly high. Just a smile could be so seductive. He had to keep a close eye on him and not let him seduce this silly roe deer, Zhou Geng.
He turned to look at Zhou Geng and suddenly spoke, “Ah Geng, didn’t you say last time you liked pure and beautiful girls? I’ll introduce one to you.”
Zhou Geng was full of question marks, wondering what madness seized Lin Mu.
If it were before, he would have been quite interested, but now—
His gaze paused on Shen Tangqing not far away.
He didn’t want to date for the time being.
“Forget it, I don’t want to date yet. Let’s talk about it when I want to date.”
Hearing Zhou Geng’s words, Lin Mu quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his good brother was still straight.
However, he still had to keep an eye on Shen Tangqing and not let him bend his good brother.
“Alright then. If you want to date someday, you must tell me.”
Zhou Geng: ?
Did this kid take the wrong medicine? Why the sudden concern about my love life?
But seeing Lin Mu’s serious face, the words to mock him reached his lips and were swallowed back.
Forget it, he probably hasn’t fully sobered up yet.
“I’m going to chat with Tang Tang. Go eat by yourself.”
Lin Mu: “…”
He didn’t feel it before, but now hearing Zhou Geng call Shen Tangqing “Tang Tang,” he only felt it was somewhat jarring.
Why do two grown men call each other so intimately?
“Why do you call him Tang Tang?”
Zhou Geng looked at Lin Mu inexplicably. “If I don’t call him Tang Tang, what should I call him? Qing Qing? How weird is that!”
Lin Mu was silent for a moment, then squeezed out a sentence, “You can call him Auntie.”
“Get lost…”
The next second, the elevator doors opened, and Little Yellow Hair walked out.
Seeing the two, he yawned and asked, “What are you two standing here mumbling about?”
Zhou Geng turned and raised an eyebrow at them. “You’re not sleeping anymore?”
“Not sleeping. I have a lunch date with Xiao Mei. By the time I go back, shower, and change clothes, it’ll be about time.” Little Yellow Hair had a hangover, and his expression was still a bit listless.
After speaking, he added, “Fatty and Little A are still sleeping like dead pigs.”
Zhou Geng couldn’t help but smile. “It’s fine, let them sleep. It’s the weekend anyway, no need to go to school. By the way, there’s breakfast in the dining room, kept warm. But if you want noodles or something, just ask Auntie to make it.”
“I’ll just eat whatever, not that picky.” Little Yellow Hair finished speaking and looked at Zhou Geng and Lin Mu. “You two ate?”
“I ate. Ah Mu just woke up too. You guys go eat together. I’ll go sit in the living room for a bit.”
“Sure.”
…
Lin Mu glanced inadvertently at Shen Tangqing, who was looking down at his phone not far away. After a moment of silence, he followed Little Yellow Hair to the dining room.
Shen Tangqing was sitting on a single sofa, but although it was a single sofa, sitting two adult men was completely no problem.
“Tang Tang, let me squeeze in.”
Zhou Geng walked over and spoke with a smile.
Shen Tangqing scooted to the side, and Zhou Geng sat down beside him.
The two were very close, shoulders almost touching.
Zhou Geng smelled the faint floral scent on Shen Tangqing, the same smell as the body wash he used. His heart felt inexplicably hot.
But before he could feel hot for a few seconds, he heard his brother’s voice calling him.
“Little Geng, there’s so much space over here but you won’t sit. Why must you squeeze the guest?”
Zhou Geng retracted his bared teeth. “I just want to sit next to Tang Tang.”
Zhou Shuli’s finger tapped lightly on his leg.
His gaze was distant and deep. “Come sit by Brother. Brother suddenly wants to be close to you.”
Zhou Geng looked at Zhou Shuli with a blank face. He felt like he was having auditory hallucinations. What did his brother just say?
“Brother, what did you just say?”
Zhou Shuli looked at Zhou Geng, the corner of his mouth hooking upward in an arc, smiling with the skin but not the flesh. “I said, come sit next to me.”
Zhou Geng felt his scalp go numb under Zhou Shuli’s gaze.
He had been afraid of Zhou Shuli since childhood. Mainly because if he made a mistake, his brother would really beat him to death!
Of course, it wasn’t that Zhou Shuli treated him badly.
On the contrary, Zhou Shuli treated him very well. Since childhood, he yielded everything to him. As long as it didn’t involve matters of principle, Zhou Shuli spoiled him unconditionally. But if it involved matters of principle, Zhou Shuli also knew a thing or two about martial arts.
For example, in the first year of junior high, curious about some things, he hid in his room alone to watch. After being caught by Zhou Shuli, he refused to admit it—
According to his mother, his screams reached the garden downstairs.
Simply making listeners sad and viewers weep; the word ‘miserable’ couldn’t even describe it.
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