Chapter 1275: Chapter 1289: Beef Noodles
The model was easy on the eyes, so the photographer barely had to work. No matter what poses the two of them struck, a casual click already looked like a blockbuster poster.
Even the photographer couldn’t help praising them nonstop as he shot.
A cool, refreshing breeze drifted in through the window in waves. Lin Junyang opened his eyes, raised a hand to rub his aching temple, and took in the room.
There was only a simple large bed with two bedside tables. On the opposite wall hung a not-even-forty-inch LCD TV, and nothing else.
This is... a hotel?
Last night’s memories were blurry in his head. He remembered going to a bar to drink, and he remembered calling Third Bro over. With the kind of relationship he had with Third Bro, there was no way he’d dump him in some bargain hotel like this, right?
Lin Junyang sat up. Huh, his clothes had been changed. Now he was in a set of loungewear—looked like decent material: a big V-neck short-sleeve T-shirt, light-colored cotton pajama pants. The style was very much like that repressed-perv Third Bro of his.
Seeing an empty water glass on the bedside table, Lin Junyang swallowed, lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He opened the door and, sure enough, it wasn’t a hotel. Downstairs, that low-key-uptight Third Bro of his was sitting at the dining table, knife and fork moving as he leisurely enjoyed the steak in front of him.
Hearing the sound, Chen Yankun didn’t even look up. "Awake? There’s still some marinated beef in the kitchen. You want steak or beef noodles?"
Lin Junyang scrubbed a hand over his face to wake himself up a bit more. It had been a long time since he’d been this drunk. When was the last time? Probably back when he was about to graduate from the military academy.
"Beef noodles. I’m gonna wash up, you help me cook it," Lin Junyang went downstairs and headed straight for the bathroom.
It wasn’t that he was lazy; he really just didn’t know how.
Chen Yankun didn’t bother arguing with him. He leisurely finished the last bite of steak, knocked back the red wine in his glass in one gulp, then carried the empty plate into the kitchen. A moment later, the sound of a knife hitting the cutting board floated out from inside.
After a shower, Lin Junyang came out towel-drying his half-dry hair, leaned on the kitchen doorway, and looked at the brother inside. "Why’d you bring me to your place?"
If he could, he’d much rather Third Bro had taken him back to the Lin Family’s old house. Leaving that dumb woman at home alone, he really didn’t feel too at ease.
But that sentence sounded very different to Chen Yankun’s ears.
"If I didn’t bring you to my place, where’d you want to go? To a hotel with that woman? Bro, you’re switching up your tastes a bit too fast here. You gotta at least give your brother some time to adjust, yeah?" As he spoke, he asked the boiling pot in front of him, "Want it spicy?"
"Yeah," Lin Junyang answered on reflex, but his mind was still chewing over what he’d just said.
What woman? What hotel? That woman was clearly at home.
"That’s more like it. That’s your flavor," Chen Yankun casually tossed in two chili peppers, then went on, "Bro, I’m not bragging. If you’re hard up for a woman, or you just wanna blow off some steam, just tell me straight. Or hit up Si, that works too. With the women around us, which one isn’t better than the one you had last night? Why drag yourself down like that and trash yourself? That woman from last night, no matter how thick the makeup on her face was, it couldn’t cover up that hollow little heart of hers. If your brother here hadn’t shown up in time yesterday, your innocence would’ve been gone for sure."
The more Lin Junyang listened, the more confused he got, and the more off he felt about the nonsense coming out of Chen Yankun’s mouth.
Seeing that the noodles were almost done, Lin Junyang walked over in annoyance and snatched the chopsticks from Chen Yankun’s hand. "You’d better shut up. I have no idea what kind of crap you’re spouting."
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