Chapter 6 — Living With A Socially Afraid Billionaire

As long as someone passed by, even a slight glance would make him think he was stealing a car, he immediately glared at them to the point of wanting to kill them." “Passerby: Is this guy crazy?” I finally finished my final exams, and it's winter break that I've been looking forward to for a long time. While I was sleeping soundly, someone suddenly knocked on the door. Thinking it was a delivery, I closed my eyes and opened the door. As a result, as soon as the door opened, a tall teenager rushed forward and hugged me: "Sister! I came to visit you!” I was stunned. It took a few seconds to remember, this is my younger brother in first year, I haven't seen him in nearly five years. Didn't expect it to be that high. But honestly, I don't like it that much. Since childhood, my parents have been biased, giving everything that is best to my younger brother. I didn't cry or make a fuss. Quietly doing his own media work, earning money, then going abroad to study, afraid that he will become a "cash machine to feed his younger brother". I didn't expect it to come to this place. I frowned, uncomfortably removing his hand from my body: "How did you find me here?" My brother was not angry when he was removed. Laughing, he crawled into the house and started walking around the room. As we walked, we admired: “Wow……” “Is this a house rented abroad? It feels very vintage.” “Wow! These are some beans, I often see them in study abroad videos, they look delicious, I've wanted to try them for a long time." “Wow! Is the water coming out of this faucet coke? Extremely fierce!” “Wow, there's someone having a party next door, it's so noisy, there's so much atmosphere!” Me: “……” Even if you were intentionally trying to make fun of you, you wouldn't say something like this. But I know, my brother is not very smart. I pulled his sleeve back: "When you're done walking, go home, there's nothing here." Just as he passed the bathroom, Luc Du Phong walked out who had just finished showering. As soon as I saw my sister, I stopped. My sister is still admiring: "Wow, is this a foreigner? You look so Chinese." Me: “……” My and Luc Du Phong's eyes met. I was about to explain, but he calmly turned his head and went straight back to his room. “Duang”—close the door. Oh right. Forgot that he has social anxiety and doesn't dare meet people. My sister considered herself the owner of the house and announced loudly: "Sister, I'll stay here for a few days!" I immediately turned cold, intending to chase it away. He hugged the sofa tightly again and didn't let go: "Listen to me, listen to me, I secretly went out without telling my parents, I bought a ticket to return home five days later. Besides, there is no money left! If you kick me out, I'll have nowhere else to go!” See I'm still not soft-hearted. He lay on the floor, rolled over and cried: "Waaa aaaa hu hu hu I'm so miserable, I'm the poorest child hu hu hu..." Me: "..." There's no other way. I kicked him: "Wake up, stop acting." My sister immediately burst out laughing and jumped up from the floor: "I told my roommate that you're a food blogger and you cook very well. Can I try some? I'll help you cook too." On the dining table. I thought Luc Du Phong would hide in the room and not come out. I also prepared a separate bowl of food to bring into the room for him. Unexpectedly, as soon as he left the kitchen, he saw Luc Du Phong sitting at the dining table with an expressionless face. My younger brother was talking to him: "Are you my sister's roommate?" “He looks handsome, but not as good as you.” “My sisters cook well. I used to cook for you a lot in the past.” Comment: “Wow, it's obvious constant provocation.” "Ha ha ha, Luc Du Phong thought this was the blogger's younger ex-boyfriend. He kept calling her sister like that, afraid that his wife would be snatched away, forgetting his social anxiety, sitting straight down at the table to declare sovereignty, who would have thought that he would be completely defeated by three sentences." Oh so it was a misunderstanding. I walked over to explain, but my younger brother pulled my arm and hugged him: "Sister, sit next to me, hey, I've prepared dinner for you." Just heard a "creaking" sound. Luc Du Phong stood up from his chair and without saying a word returned to the room. Comment: "Ha ha, if I don't go back to my room right away I'll cry." "Looking at my younger brother and sister being so intimate, I'm going crazy with jealousy, but I still have to pretend to be generous in front of my wife." Ah, are you crying? I quickly told my younger brother to eat first, then went to Luc Du Phong's door and knocked lightly. Unexpectedly, the door was unlocked, so I hesitated a bit and then entered. Then I saw a big lump on the bed. I lifted the blanket and poked my head in: "Are you really crying?" He turned his back to me, not saying a word. I held back my laughter and tried to explain, but I didn't expect Luc Du Phong to suddenly sit up and hug me: "I... I have now taken over my parents' work, am learning how to interact with others, and am no longer a useless sociopath." “Can you… don't go back to him, stay with me? I really like you huh huh huh..." The next sentence became quieter and less confident, with sobs in his voice. But it made my heart skip a beat. Almost without hesitation, I reached out and hugged him tightly: "Okay." What else do you think? So handsome, so beautiful, and so generous. Holding a lantern to search is also difficult. No matter how much food I cook, I can't let others benefit, right? Unexpectedly, the next morning my younger brother quietly left. I also left a card, which contained three hundred thousand yuan. Attached is a piece of paper: "Sister, the food you cook is really delicious. Can I come eat again later?" "I know it's not easy for you to live abroad. You can use this money freely. Your parents said to give it to me to handle. They won't say anything." “Oh right, that roommate of yours looks handsome, he's probably my type, he seems to secretly like you, I helped you out a bit, no need to thank me too much.” “The next time we meet again, we must be really happy.” RUN OUT OF