Andrew put down his hands and stared at me pitifully.

"What's the point?

The point is me!

Follow us! "

Okay.

That's very Parker.

I could say that the three brothers were all like that when they were angry.

"Look, here's the thing.

You think I'm calm, but no, that's not the truth.

The truth is, I'm very angry right now. I think you're all idiots. Why should you make decisions for me? I can leave without you.

Okay, I won't do that. Don't be nervous.

Because I won't really do that, I can only be angry here.

Quietly angry.

Now, what the f * ck do you want to hear from me? "

I spread my hands and threw a tantrum at Andrew expressionlessly.

Andrew didn't dodge, but looked straight into my eyes. After a while, he suddenly said.

"It's not like there's nothing we can do."

"… Andy?" I had a bad feeling.

"Let's get married," Andrew continued, his eyes twinkling like stars in the dim car.

I stared at Andrew, and Andrew stared at me.

Quiet.

Too quiet.

It shouldn't be so quiet, right?

"You mean, let's get engaged?" I took a chance.

"Us.

Get married.

Immediately.

In a second. "Player Andrew threw a straight shot at me.

"Just you and me, Nancy."

I was dumbfounded.

"By immediately, you mean tonight or tomorrow morning."

"Tonight.

We're not answering anyone's calls. I'm driving to Las Vegas, "Andrew said.

"But my household register." I struggled. "And I'm sixteen …"

"It's in the back seat."

Andrew immediately answered, glancing sideways behind us. There was indeed a small bag that I hadn't noticed all night. "I've prepared everything we need, including money.

We can find a guardian at the scene. "

"Find a guardian at the scene," I unconsciously repeated Andrew's words. "Find one at the scene.

A guardian. "

"Yes.

I know a man who agreed to help me. His name is Ryan Reynolds. "

So the story went like this.

Tonight was Andrew's high school prom. After the prom, he proposed to me in my first year of high school.

We were in the car talking about how we were going to run away and get married overnight in Las Vegas, and he got a guy named Ryan Reynolds to pretend to be my guardian.

Motherfucker.

It was too crazy.

"Think again, Andy." I swallowed hard and pursed my dry lips. "Listen to me, this is absolutely illegal.

Such a marriage would not be legally valid. "

"Who's going to expose us?" Andrew asked me in return.

I glared at Andrew.

She glared at him.

She just glared at him.

That was a good question.

For example, his brothers?

"Let me clarify something first."

I said, "Are you using marriage to threaten me to break up, or are you using breakup to force me to get married?

I was confused. "

Andrew waved his hands and shouted.

"No!

I didn't. How can you think that way? "

In that case.

Anyway.

It was obvious to the naked eye that Andrew and I were not in a married relationship, and so on. The last thing that happened that night was a breakup, and not any Las Vegas or marriage certificate.

And so on. Earlier that night, Andrew had given up on himself because he had expected me to reject him.

Simply put, in his love world, it was like we had been developing steadily for a few years, and marriage was just a matter of time.

However, obviously, I was not.

I was scared!

It was awkward.

That was the awkwardness.

It was the awkwardness that prevented me from talking to Andrew properly for half a year.

It was the awkwardness. In the awkwardness, Andrew met Gwynn, and Peter dated Ritz.

It was the awkwardness. I was left out and could only play with Toby.

It was the awkwardness, and then …

Then Andrew went to England for graduate school for Gwynn.

Then Peter and Ritz inexplicably broke up.

Then Andrew and Gwynn broke up.

It was breakup season.

Happy breakups.

Regardless of whether they were happy or not, I worked hard with Toby to get myself a high-paying job as the CEO's secretary. Well, I was quite happy.

I believed and hoped that this would explain everything.

See, everything makes sense now, doesn't it?

I didn't tell anyone about that magical night.

Also, I didn't think Andrew would go around telling everyone about it (overall, it was too crazy and awkward from beginning to end).

Maybe Toby had guessed.

I don't know.

Usually, Toby was like the hidden devil among the three of us. How did he treat his younger siblings?

Like the palm of his hand, no truth could be hidden from him.

As for.

Peter, who Andrew and I were worried about.

Sometimes he was very good at hiding his emotions, so I had no clue.

Thinking about it, Peter's temper was obvious since he was young, and it never changed.

He was the one who was most afraid of being left behind among the four of us. First of all, my appearance robbed him of his position, and he began to compete for favor. Second of all, I was smarter than him when I was young, and I changed the rudder when things didn't look right. Peter, who didn't have time to change his dance steps, stood out among a large group of children doing morning exercises.

In order not to let any of us feel left out, Aunt Mei would buy four sets of everything.

If we couldn't buy four sets, we would try to split them into four sets.

Over time, this became an unwritten rule, even when we grew up.

Even if Toby felt left behind, he wouldn't show it.

He would try to keep up. This was Toby.

If Andrew felt left behind, he would be very angry, and he would show his anger to everyone. He couldn't bear it.

He would yell and run, insist on running, and run to the front before turning back to let us understand our mistakes.

Peter had different reactions to being left behind at different ages.

When he was young, he would cry, ask us to wait for him, and ask Toby to carry him. He wouldn't leave, and we would see what we could do.

After he grew older, Peter understood what it meant to be embarrassed.

But that didn't stop him from throwing a tantrum.

It was fine to change the way.

I wouldn't let myself be left behind.

That was scary.

I had to keep myself in the middle of the group even when I acted cute.

If that was the case, wouldn't everything make sense now?

There was always a trace.

A day's breakfast wasn't much.

A week's breakfast was a bit of a problem.

I wondered if this was Peter's new way of competing for attention, or if he had a favor to ask of me.

Since Andrew had repeatedly stated that he would return to New York soon, the former wasn't impossible.

In the past two years, I had spoiled Peter more and more, to the point that he was almost out of control.

I didn't want to be like this, but I couldn't help it.

On the one hand, I despised myself, and on the other hand, I wanted to make Peter happy.

Max was right, I couldn't save myself.

To be honest, I didn't want to eat the second week's pie, who cares what kind of pie it was.

When I entered the company on Monday afternoon, I complained to Toby with a bitter face.

"What exactly happened to him recently?

Please give me a hint. "

A young man's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the ocean! "I stood in front of Toby's desk with the transparent tablet in my arms.

Toby laughed.

He covered his lips with his left hand, and his eyes were full of smiles.

"Just tell him directly that you don't want to continue eating his pie, wouldn't it be solved?" Toby said.

I twisted left and right, and broke down even more. I almost knelt down and pounded the floor.

"I don't want to!

I want to hurt his young and fragile heart! "Actually, I couldn't bear to.

I was in a dilemma.

Toby shrugged and sighed.

"It's useless if you don't tell him directly."

I stared at Toby for a moment, and then thought of Toby.

"Then you tell him."

"It's useless if I tell him."

"No, you tell him."

"What do you want me to tell him?"

I looked at Toby innocently and blankly.

Pretending to be innocent.

… It's because I can't think of an excuse that I'm letting you go!

Stupid Toby!

"Otherwise, you can say that you're coming to the company in the morning, and I'll prepare breakfast for you." Toby spread his hands.

"Oh," I replied, and had other plans in my mind.

The excuse Toby gave me sounded fine at first, but who knew what Peter's sensitive glass heart would think.

So I decided to say …