Doted by My Seven Brothers novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89 Hey, Louis, is this your little brother?

"He's my little brother!" Ivan yelled.

"Obviously, Louis was older. They've grown eyes for nothing! " he thought.

"What! You looked so young!"

People all around him looked at him with unbelief and shock.

It leaves Ivan speechless.

The injustice was like to choke him.

Ivan was pissed off, and he blamed it on Louis.

Ivan didn't take a good poke at Louis on the way back.

Louis smiled vaguely, following him slowly with his fragrant sister in his arms.

With a face full of depression, Ivan walked ahead without paying attention to him.

"It was unreasonable for a man at your age to vent your anger on others." Louis shrugged.

Ivan turned his head and glared at him fiercely, "Then why don't you explain? Also, I remember that you almost hit me yesterday."

Louis raised his eyebrows and smiled, "So petty, huh? That was just to scare you."

"It's not a matter of being petty." Ivan said seriously, "Look at my hand. It's still not healed!"

He said furiously, raising his hand to roll up his sleeve: the red fingerprints on his thin white wrist were particularly conspicuous, and not only did they not fade overnight, but they had gotten worse.

Louis' eyelids twitched, "Who would believe that a man in his twenties would have skin as tender as Nancy's?"

He muttered but knew there was no one else to blame but himself.

"Sorry, I didn't expect that either. Does it hurt? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Hearing his apology, Ivan was a little embarrassed as he got his sleeve down to cover it up.

"It... doesn't hurt, just looks scary. Forget it."

Louis was lost for words.

Ivan's temper was a bit like Nancy's, leaving people thinking they could walk over him. Once others treated him in gentle ways, he let go of the guard immediately.

"But you were quite a handsome man when you played in that match. What if I draw you some pictures?"

As soon as Ivan let go of his anger, he became a chatterbox. He won't stop talking when he talks about his paintings. He followed Louis with a sunny smile on his delicate face, with his cat's eyes slightly curved.

Having seen her cousin's drawings, Nancy followed suit and nodded her little head very hard.

"His paintings looked very nice. He also drew one for me, which was awesome."

Louis looked at Nancy, "You say 'awesome' to everyone, don't you?"

He stressed the word "awesome".

"I... I'm just telling the truth." the little girl's white face reddened.

The young man pinched her little face without comment and turned his head to ask Ivan,

"I remember your mom said that you don't draw character portraits easily."

Ivan scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly, "That's because I didn't find anyone gorgeous that I wanted to paint."

"Oh? You're so picky. There are so many good-looking ones in the showbiz industry now, and you haven't found the one you're satisfied with?"

Ivan snorted, "I don't just want someone with good skin; I want someone charming in the phrenological aspect. I don't follow the entertainment industry, but there is someone I would like to draw."

"Who?" Louis became interested.

Ivan was just about to say the name when he suddenly saw the picture shown in the advertisement on the opposite building. His eyes lit up, "Him!" he reached out and pointed.

Louis and Nancy both looked over, only to see a stunning-looking youth on the oversized billboard opposite, beautiful beyond gender boundaries, smiling at the camera with hooked lips, instantly stunning everyone. Faint screams could be heard coming from several people.

"Ahhhhh!!! The Mars is back!!!"