Chapter 2

At dinner time, the owner of the house came back on time.

During the day, he and Lin Zhishui took time to get a certificate, sent him home and rushed back to work, He Yan's expression didn't look particularly good.

He had just received his certificate today, and a few pictures of him and Yan Qing's meeting broke out on the unknown marketing account on Weibo over there, and it even became a hot search headline.

Although it was withdrawn within a few minutes of going up, it is inevitable that someone will bring up this matter.

When Lin Zhishui went downstairs, He Yan was still talking on the phone. His expression looked very bad. He was reprimanding his subordinates on the phone. Lin Zhishui shrank back, and suddenly remembered the scene when he met Brother He.

Lin Zhishui really doesn't remember the childhood things that Lin's mother said, but he remembers very clearly that in his freshman year, when He Yan gave a speech as a brilliant figure in the school, so many people screamed for him.

Lin Zhishui silently watched the man talking about the speech he had prepared long ago. He wrote the speech. If he had known that it was for Brother He, he would have written it more carefully.

That was the first time they met again after more than ten years.

Although Brother He may not know him anymore, in Lin Zhishui's heart, there has been a person living since then.

"Brother He..." Lin Zhishui was at a loss as he grabbed the hem of his clothes. He rushed down when he heard the sound of the car. He didn't wear shoes on his feet, and his white and tender feet stepped directly on the carpet.

Even though it wasn't cold, he curled his toes.

He Yan's straight back stiffened for a moment, and he gave orders to the other end of the phone before turning his head.

"Why did you come down? Are you hungry?" The face-changing was so fast that even the housekeeper who was peeking at the door was amazed.

"No...no, I heard you're back, so I thought I'd come to see you first." He stood there with his head down, his toes curled up uncontrollably, his face flushed red, and he regretted being so impulsive.

He Yan raised his head and glanced at him, the child was probably not much above his shoulders, now he looked like a kid who made a mistake, his heart softened a bit.

Recalling what grandpa said, the eldest son of the Lin family was posthumous, and he almost failed to stay. It was Lin's father who "showed mercy" and left behind his wife's ex-child.

Because of this, Lin Zhishui was not favored in the Lin family, and he didn't even have much sense of presence.

Lin Zhishui found that He Yan was looking at him, he was so embarrassed, a sense of shame came from his heart, he couldn't help but took a step back, he didn't dare to look up at others.

He Yan's gaze fell on the child's white and tender feet. The blanket on the floor was gray, and the light was on in the room. He felt that the white ones were a bit reflective. He licked the back molars, and his fingers felt itchy.

If it was his younger brother who needed to be beaten, he probably wouldn't care about it.

But the person in front of him happened to be his legal partner, He Yan's eyes changed, and his tone became a little blunt: "Why don't you wear shoes?"

"Ah...I...I..." Lin Zhishui shrank back again, wishing to hide his feet under the carpet.

But He Yan thought, it doesn't matter if a person is delicate, how come his feet are so delicate.

The butler hid at the door. In the past, at this time, he should respectfully hand over a pair of his wife's slippers, but now, he decided to leave this opportunity to his husband.

He Yan simply stood up, took a pair of his own slippers from the cabinet, the upper floor was Lin Zhishui's, and the ones he bought were all pink rabbits. He frowned, and couldn't help but doubt the assistant's preference. .

He Yan's feet were a little bigger than Lin Zhishui's. He grabbed Lin Zhishui's ankles, and the child's ankles were also very thin. He had no doubt that if he tried harder, it would break.

Lin Zhishui shrank back as if he had been scalded. With his head lowered, he could see the back of He Yan's head and a different scenery along the collar of his shirt.

Realizing where his gaze was staying, Lin Zhishui immediately turned his head away.

No... no, I'll get a nosebleed next time.

He Yan's shoes are really too big, but fortunately they are just slippers.

Lin Zhishui shrank his feet and walked two steps. The sound of kicking was especially loud in the empty house, and he thanked He Yan with some embarrassment.

He Yan felt his hands itching even more, but he still held back.

At the dinner table, the butler specially asked the kitchen to prepare dishes with meat and vegetables.

Although Lin Zhishui said he was not picky about food, he secretly glanced at He Yan, and then picked out the carrots, green vegetables, mushrooms, braised pork, and chicken legs out of the dishes...

The butler, who was silently observing from the side, wrote down his wife's preferences, and it seemed that she was not a little picky eater, no wonder she was so thin.

He Yan had a good habit of not talking when eating or sleeping, but when he saw that the person across from him was only eating potatoes and diced chicken again, he frowned and coughed.

Lin Zhishui's hands trembling while picking vegetables, forced himself to eat a piece of green vegetables.

It's so unpalatable.

He frowned, not hiding his dislike for Qingcai.

He frowned, but He Yan thought it was a bit amusing. The well-behaved child didn't expect to be so picky about food. The cook at home was good. Usually when He Ting was at home, he devoured the food, and the child ate less than himself.

Inexplicably, my appetite has grown a little bit.

He coughed again.

Lin Zhishui gave him a wronged look, then took a bite of the carrot.

Carrots are also super nasty!

After a meal, He Yan ate half more than usual, and Lin Zhishui also ate half a bowl of rice under Brother He's majesty.

He didn't eat much, and he was a little full right now, so he burped and looked at He Yan with some embarrassment.

The lighting in the hall is warm yellow, which reduces the sense of alienation and makes it a little more warm.

If he can continue like this in the future, he will be very satisfied.

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Lin Zhishui was sitting on the sofa, his hands on his knees unconsciously clenched into two fists, a little nervous.

In front of him was a postnuptial agreement.

"Let's see what needs to be revised." He Yan's shirt collar was undone with two buttons, revealing his sexy collarbone.

Lin Zhishui's gaze stayed on it for a moment, and he immediately lowered his head.

The contract didn't say to negotiate a divorce, Lin Zhishui jumped for joy for a while, and when he saw the words "sleeping in separate rooms", the light in his eyes went out all of a sudden.

When will we sleep in separate rooms?

Lin Zhishui's eyes flashed, and a thought came to his mind.

He Yan felt that the child was really good. When he lowered his head, his fair neck was exposed, his soft hair fell forward a little, and his earlobes that had been dyed a little crimson were also exposed.

Tsk, inexplicably started to itch again.

After a while, the child suddenly raised his head, it seemed a little... teary?

The child's eyes widened, and his nasal voice was cautious: "Brother He... can you... don't sleep in separate rooms, I'm afraid of the dark..."

He sniffed, looking particularly aggrieved.

For no reason, a word of "reliance" popped up in He Yan's heart.

He didn't know that he could feel such a feeling when he was twenty-eight years old, he was at a loss, the position of his heart was hit, his hands even couldn't help but want to touch his head, or... let him His eyes were red from crying even more.

As soon as this perverted idea popped up, he suppressed it.

He regards Lin Zhishui as his younger brother. Although the relationship is only temporary, at least there are still younger brothers left.

Lin Zhishui is seven years younger than himself, so he can't be such a beast.

Can't even be inferior to animals.

Thinking of this, He Yan had a headache.

Before he could open his mouth, the child sniffed, and he saw that the tip of the child's nose was also red, which was especially noticeable because of his fair skin.

It looks cuter and makes people want to bully.

"Brother He... You... Did I cause you trouble..." Lin Zhishui spoke intermittently, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

The child that He Yan has dealt with in this life is He Ting, but He Ting is different from Lin Zhishui, He Ting has grown up from a young age, if there is any problem, he can just beat him up.

Lin Zhishui can't do it.

He pampered and coaxed them all.

He hasn't learned how to coax his brother yet.

In the past, after beating He Ting, he only needed to give some pocket money to solve the problem, but He Yan vaguely felt that Lin Zhishui couldn't do it.

He was silent for a while, and before the tears in Lin Zhishui's eyes fell, he shook his head decisively, but this action really did not conform to his image of a domineering president in the past, and it was a bit inconsistent to do it.

"Don't think too much, you're still young, we can still...take it slowly." He thought about taking it slowly for at least one or two years, definitely not now.

After waiting for a few months, He Yan really wanted to slap himself at the time and tell you to take your time.

Lin Zhishui sniffed again, and let out a low voice.

He Yan heard grievance and condemnation from this sentence.

Children still have to be pampered.

Then he changed the subject very abruptly.

"There's a surprise in the room," he said stiffly.

He decided to buy a night light for the child.

Lin Zhishui was still a little regretful, he sniffed again, his eyes lit up when he heard the word "surprise", and then he dragged He Yan's slippers, wanting to take Big Brother He to see the surprise together.

Anyway, living under one roof and living in one room is a matter of time.

Because of crying just now, Lin Zhishui's cheeks were also flushed now, and he looked even cuter. He showed a very bright smile towards He Yan.

He Yan took a deep breath.

Lin Zhishui grabbed his arm, his heart was thumping, and he quickly ran upstairs to the bedroom.

Ahhh, I got it!

Brother He's arm was warm and strong.

Lin Zhishui felt that he was about to run out of oxygen.