my brother became a scum

Zheng Dongyang was shuanggui. When I heard the news, I had just finished the annual work summary meeting for the new year. My first reaction was to ask my subordinates what projects were related to his department, and move forward as soon as possible. Delayed, the second reaction was that he was indeed shuanggui.

I made the recording back then, but I never made up my mind to destroy him, and I owe his father my life after all.

But Zheng Dongyang's opponents don't look at anyone's face, and they are lenient to him. The power struggle is like an undercurrent.

His wife contacted me privately with the children, and I offered a sum of money, saying it was lucky money for the children, but the amount was enough for them to live comfortably for the rest of their lives.

I went to pay respects to Zheng Qiang alone, and he still smiled benevolently. When a person dies, his consciousness dissipates, and he will no longer feel pain about the funeral.

It's embarrassing to say that when Zheng Dongyang was in the hospital, he exaggerated and sneered at the people above him. He was so strong. After 20 years of immersion in the system, he has become what he used to be.

Not to mention him, even I am changing. I used to think it was black and white, but now I also touch the edge of gray. I have to cheer up all the time and use Chen An to shackle my words and deeds , so as not to cross the border and set foot on the road of illegality.

But Zhang Chen has not changed. I turned around and saw him at a glance. He was wearing pure white artificial mink fur with a black base layer inside. He was sitting on a wheelchair. Umbrellas cover the snow.

The wheelchair slid across the thin snow, leaving two black marks. Zhang Chen gradually approached me until the distance between us was less than one meter.

He raised his hand, and the people behind stopped pushing forward.

He raised his head and said to me: "Chen Heping, I can't stand up and hug you now, do you want to hug me?"

I looked down at him, and I somehow remembered that year in Lushi, the sky was full of snow, I got off the night shift, and I watched him walk towards me step by step, and hugged me.

I took a step forward, got under the umbrella, bent down and hugged him, the snow on my body hit his neck, he yelled "cool", but hugged me even harder.

I actually absorbed a little warmth from Zhang Chen's body.

I hugged him for a while and said, "Go back."

He raised his hand, touched the back of my head, and said, "Go home."

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and I sat next to Zhang Chen in the car.He stretched out his cold hand and grabbed my hand. I glanced at him and let him hold without saying a word.

Another year has passed.

Chen An pushed the baby walker, and began to learn to walk by beating and beating. Zhang Chen's legs finally saw some improvement, and he could barely stand against the wall for dozens of seconds.

Not long after he was able to stand up, he pestered me to take pictures with him. I wanted him to support my shoulders, which would be easier, but he didn't want my shoulders, and he didn't want me to hug him, so he put Chen An on me. In his arms, he leaned against the wall and motioned for the photographer to take a picture.

He hired a photographer who didn't know where, it was so detailed, it took only a second to press the shutter, but he had to sculpt repeatedly, Zhang Chen couldn't hold it, so he knelt on the ground, sometimes I could react and drag him away Well, sometimes I can't react well, so I can only watch him kneeling on the ground.

There was no sad emotion on his face, he wiped his face, and even smiled, and waved to me with a smile: "You hold the child, and I will slowly get up."

He didn't let me help him, and he didn't let others help him. He asked someone to move a bench, supported his upper body with his hands, straightened his legs bit by bit, and leaned against the wall.

Beans of sweat rolled down his cheeks and wet his hair, but the photographer said: "Perfect."

The photographer motioned me to look at the camera, I glanced at it, and the next second I heard the sound of the shutter click, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief——finally the photo was over.

Zhang Chen didn't make it too difficult for himself. He agreed to take only one photo.

I stuffed Chen An into Zhang Chen's arms, and held Zhang Chen in his arms. His legs couldn't stand up. I touched his back, only to find that his back was covered with sweat.

So the family of three went to look at the photos. I stood there holding Chen An with a slight smile on my face, but Zhang Chen turned his head and stared at me as if he had just been fished out of the water.

And I actually saw love and prayer in his eyes.

Of course he loves me.

What is he praying for?

I pretended not to know anything, leaned down, and kissed his lips.

One morning, Zhang Chen told me that someone contacted his WeChat and wanted to meet him.

"Who?"

"you do not know."

"Report your name."

"Davy."

I originally put on pants for Chen An, but when I heard the name of this person, I replied directly: "Don't go see him."

"Why don't you go see him, you know him?"

"You rolled over the sheets."

"I never got out with him."

I didn't answer his words, put Chen An's socks on, pushed open the door, called the nanny, and said, "Take the child to play in the toy room, don't bring him back this morning."

The nanny picked up the ignorant Chen An and left quickly.

I turned around and locked the door, looked at Zhang Chen who was looking at me on the bed, and said, "You praised him for a good life."

"I didn't exaggerate."

"I boasted, I boasted when I was drunk."

Zhang Chen seemed to remember it all at once, and stopped talking.

"So you guys rolled over, huh?"

"No, he groped other people's ass in front of me."

"He wanted to fuck your ass, you didn't let him, did you?"

"At that time, they were all playing around, and no one had much real affection for anyone."

"So you don't have much real feelings for me."

"You are different, Chen Heping."

"It's nothing different, Zhang Chen, I don't want to quarrel with you."

"I don't fucking want to quarrel with you," Zhang Chen leaned against the bed, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm just going to meet an old friend. There are a lot of your people around, what can I do?"

"If your legs are intact and there are no people around me, tell me, would you guys have a fight?" I fed my poise, calmness and self-control to the dogs, "Zhang Chen, you still have friends now, Aren't all my friends back then driven away by you?"

Zhang Chen wiped his face and calmed down immediately. He said, "Chen Heping, I only love you alone. Even if my legs get better, I won't be stupid to mess with others. I don't know where you came from." The rumors I heard, I didn't drive away a few of your friends, they couldn't stand our sexuality. Besides, you've made a lot of good friends over the years."

I turned my head and tried to calm myself down, but I couldn't help but say the hurtful words: "I want to believe you too, but Zhang Chen, I can't."

"I have always believed in you, so I never cared how much you spent on Li Wanting, how many gifts you bought, or what you did for her husband. On the night Li Wanting's father had an accident, you woke up in the middle of the night and called to comfort her. , and sent someone to help, I didn’t sleep that night.”

"Li Wanting and I are good friends."

"Li Wanting likes you so much, she likes you so much that she is willing to send you news about Lin Danni even after she gets married, for fear that I will continue to be with you. This is your best friend."

I sighed and said, "I will pay attention to keeping a distance from her in the future. If you want to meet people, go ahead."

"I pushed it a long time ago and said I was gone, just to see how you would react."

"Chen'er, do you think life is too peaceful, and you insist on finding something exciting to amuse me?"

"I just want to see what you think of me."

"You are afraid that the menopause is early, or the old disease has relapsed."

"No, I was stimulated," Zhang Chen said with no expression on his face, but said truthfully, "The new assistant in your office is gay, and the toilet is calling your name**."

"How do you know this?"

"Another assistant heard it, and whispered to someone during my lunch break, and said that your attitude towards that little assistant is obviously unusual, and you might get out of it someday and raise it."

Zhang Chen wentssip seriously, which made me laugh. I stretched out my hand and rubbed his hair, and said, "I'll transfer him away, okay? I didn't realize that he was a gay who had plans for me. Two, even if he finds out, he won't roll with him."

"I saw that assistant once. He is good-looking and his buttocks are up." Zhang Chen let me rub his hair, but slightly raised the corners of his mouth. Derailment without flesh/body?"

I can't answer this question, but fortunately Zhang Chen also quickly gave me the step, and added: "No matter what the reason is, I feel that I am really lucky."

I pinched his face, thanked him for passing me a step, turned around and changed to the assistant I didn't have much impression of.

When Zhang Chen was resting at night, he threw his mobile phone to me and said, "You can read my chat records as you please."

"Why should I read your chat records?"

"I'm afraid you think I'm lying."

"I seem to be such a suspicious person?"

"Think about it differently. If I were you, I'm afraid I would directly adjust the chat history in the background of the network."

"Oh."

"I'll give you my money, my people, and my heart," Zhang Chen leaned on my chest, whispering, "I'll give you everything I have, can you please feel at ease a little bit?" a little?"

"I'm not worried." I glanced at Zhang Chen's phone, raised my hand and easily tore off his pants, and squeezed the soft buttocks/meat into the tight hole with my fingers.

Zhang Chen bit my chest, but his body relaxed and let me expand. After a while, he spread his thighs tremblingly, allowing me to insert them more smoothly.

He yelled in a low voice, following my too cold desire/desire, I occupied his body silently, but he leaned over to ask for a kiss.We kissed and entangled together, gently exposing the little unhappiness just now, as if nothing happened.

But before noon, Chen An clamored to see us. The nanny had no choice but to send a WeChat message. I withdrew from Zhang Chen's body, helped him tie his pajamas, and covered him with a quilt.

He fell into a deep sleep with my hickey on his neck.I went out of the room and brought the child back. He stared at me at first, and then stared at Zhang Chen again after a while.

I carried him to bed, held my son in my left hand, and Zhang Chen in my right hand, and put the child to sleep, and fell into a deep sleep.