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    In the living room of Ning's family, Ning Zeran's two younger brothers each occupied a corner of the sofa, one was half paralyzed, the other was leaning on the sofa, but his back was straight.

    Half-paralyzed is Ning Zeran's third brother Ning Jiran, a senior this year, and a student of the Business School of Peking University; the second brother Ning Xuran who sits upright is an active military officer who inherited his father's career. Both of them have facial features.  Very good-looking, with sword-like brows and star-like eyes, but his expressions are completely different, one is playful and the other is serious.

    Seeing Ning Zeran coming in, the two brothers stood up and called out "Brother" in unison, but their eyes fell on Yan Han behind him.

    Ning Zeran nodded slightly, and was about to take Yanhan upstairs, but Ning Jiran quit, and asked with a smile: "Brother, who is this, and you won't introduce us?"

    "Xiaohan," Ning Zeran introduced concisely, "This is our two younger brothers, Ning Jiran and Ning Xuran."

    Yan Han smiled nervously as a greeting to them.

    Ning Jiran didn't say hello just to know Yanhan's name. It was rare to see his elder brother with many eccentricities bring a girl home.  Afraid of the boss's historical prestige, he dared not speak, so he could only wink at the second.

    Ning Xuran didn't bother to talk to him, but said indifferently: "Aunt Zhao made a supper, brother, would you like some?"

    "Okay, let her bring it to my study." Ning Zeran went upstairs, Yan Han smiled at them apologetically, and followed.

    Ning Jiran posed excitedly, and let out a suppressed cry from her throat: "Fuck, boss, is this a good fortune? Will this be our future sister-in-law?"

    Ning Xuran frowned: "Don't talk nonsense, I've never heard of this name."

    "Trust my intuition," Ning Jiran said with emotion, "Boss brought a woman home for the first time. Look at Qin Xiaoming and the others, who got the door?"

    Ning Xuran looked at him, and suddenly smiled mockingly: "Your intuition? Live by intuition, are you a woman?"

    "Second brother, you are enough, you are always yin and yang." Ning Jiran kicked over.

    Ning Xuran's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he grabbed his ankle all at once. As soon as he tried hard, Ning Jiran yelled "Oh", begging for mercy.

    "It's been so long since I've beaten you, you're itchy," Ning Xuran's fingers were clenched and his eyes were cold, "How many times have I told you not to call me dick!"

    Downstairs sounds very lively, and there are sounds of "clang" and "crash" from time to time.

    Ning Zeran handles some official business on the computer, as if he has never heard of it, but Yan Han has no concentration, and fidgets to look at Ning Zeran who is buried in the computer.  Ning Zeran raised his head, motioned for her to open the door, coughed twice, the commotion downstairs disappeared immediately, only the occasional muffled sound of muscles and bones colliding, and it soon became quiet again.

    It seems that the brothers are really afraid of this big brother.

    "When I was young, my parents were often away. I took care of them and pulled them out with a belt." Ning Zeran said leisurely.

    No wonder the downcast face is so frightening.

    Yan Han thought to himself.

    Ning Zeran suddenly waved at her, and she obediently walked to her side, looking at him for no reason.

    Ning Zeran said solemnly: "Don't worry, I never hit women."

    Yan Han blushed, and whispered: "I know, you are a very, very good man."

    Ning Zeran became happy again, and pinched her earlobe again: "Aunt Zhao's white fungus and lily soup should be ready, go and bring me a bowl, I'm a little hungry."

    Yan Han went downstairs, and the two brothers in the living room had reoccupied the two corners of the sofa and lived in peace.

    As soon as I saw her, seeing that there was no brother, the evil spirit, Ning Jiran became active again: "How old are you? Where did you study? Why have I never seen you before? How did you meet my brother?"

    Yan Han answered them one by one with a smile, and avoided the last question vaguely: "How did you know each other? It may take your elder brother to answer. He won't be happy if I say more."

    Ning Jiran wanted to ask again, how much older Ning Xuran was than him, he had already figured it out a bit, and kicked him hard.

    Aunt Zhao came out with a plate, and stopped the two brothers from killing each other in time, and greeted with a smile: "Come, eat some supper to fill your stomach. Xiaohan, why are you down, I will bring it up."

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    This realization made her a little dizzy, as if a drowning person suddenly got air, and her breathing became short of breath.

    The door opened, and Ning Zeran came in, but Yan Han was immersed in his own world and didn't hear it.

    After washing up, Ning Zeran wiped her hair and sat on the edge of the bed, while Yan Han was still staring at her phone, wondering what she was thinking.

    He was a little displeased, coughed lightly, and Yanhan woke up suddenly, and hurriedly got off the bed to find a hair dryer: "I'll blow it for you."

    The hair dryer hummed, and Yan Han's hands kept fiddled with his hair, which was very comfortable.

    The displeasure in his heart was like drops of water on his hair, gradually steamed by the heat, he fell back, Yan Han exclaimed, and the two of them rolled onto the big bed together.

    After the hearty sex/love, Yan Han curled up on his chest like a little milk cat. He hugged the little milk cat contentedly, looking down at her red eye sockets from time to time, feeling physically and mentally happy.

    After a long time, the little milk cat raised its head, tentatively stroking his eyelids, and seeing that he didn't refuse, it leaned over and kissed him again.

    The aftertaste of love/desire is still there, Ning Zeran is too lazy to move, enjoying the deep attachment revealed in this inadvertent little action.

    "Someone invited me to his birthday party in July, can I go?" The little milk cat looked at him longingly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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