my brother became a scum

"Life is always so sober, how tiring, Chen Heping."

"It's better than being confused when you were young, and regretting it when you are old."

Zhang Chen stopped talking, fell asleep on the bed, and I also wanted to sleep on the bed, but the bottom was hard, so I got out of bed and went to the bathroom, turned on the spray, let the warm water wash over my body, my right hand was unhurried Lumping at the meat—stick, I didn’t think about anything, maybe because of my mood, I ejaculated quickly, I squeezed the body wash, slapped it around the bottom, and then rinsed it clean.

I went back to the room, lifted the quilt and went back to bed. Zhang Chen lay on the bed, but propped up his chin with his arms, and looked at me sideways.

"Chen Heping, let's have a shot?"

I squinted at him: "Are you sick?"

"Come on, I'll let you rest for a few days."

"I don't want to come, I can't be hard."

"I'll help you fuck."

As he said this, he naturally reached out to touch my bottom.

"Snapped--"

I opened his hand, and I couldn't control the strength and made a crisp sound. He raised his hand to show me the redness on the back of his hand, and smiled coolly: "Don't let me touch it?"

I twitched my Adam's apple, not wanting to talk to him.

He was like a cold snake, covering my body again, making me unable to breathe. I raised my hand and tried to push him away, but he stared at me with those clear eyes: "I advise you the best Don't make me angry, you still want to go to work after this year, right?"

"Zhang Chen, I don't owe you anything."

I was lying on the soft mattress, but it was as if I was lying in the ice and snow. Zhang Chen became blurred and hideous. I realized that I no longer knew the current Zhang Chen, or maybe, I had never know him.

"You provoke me and want to leave, do you think it's possible? Chen Heping, I said I love you."

His head was still wrapped in gauze, but his face was still shockingly gorgeous.I think I really don't know how to flatter, such a good-looking and powerful man said he loves me and wants me to spoil him, but I still want to push him away and reject his courtship and kindness.

I also feel that my thinking is old-fashioned and I don’t know how to be flexible. What can I do if I promise him? It’s serious to look for opportunities to climb up. When I reach a high position, why don’t Zhang Chen let me knead? But I can’t be that kind of person after all. .

My initial character was cold and cold, and even when I was young, I was even weak. It was my grandfather who raised me up. He taught me etiquette, integrity and shame, and told me to be a good person. I have grown up with many brothers who are sympathetic to each other. , even though we are far apart now, the time we spent together is incomparable.

I know people change eventually, but I don't want to be a man I don't know myself.I can be mediocre or mediocre, and I can be a fringe figure in the classmate association, but I don't want to rely on my nepotism with Zhang Chen to climb up.

I don't want to sell my body, let alone my feelings, this is my minimum bottom line.

Zhang Chen kept rubbing my body with his hands, but I looked at him with pity in his eyes. He stared into my eyes, as if trying to figure out what I was thinking.

He lowered his head and kissed my earlobe almost tenderly: "You like me a little bit, okay?"

I remained silent and didn't speak. He used the tip of his tongue to get into my ear hole and licked it nimbly. I subconsciously clenched the bed sheet tightly and my body trembled instinctively.

He smiled softly, and withdrew from my pierced ears: "You obviously have feelings too."

"I'm not a piece of wood after all. You lick, rub and flirt, how can I not feel it."

"Why don't you struggle?"

"I am afraid."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid you'll break my leg, and I won't be able to go to work after the festival."

Zhang Chen stretched out his hand and pinched my bottom, I didn't dodge, he said happily: "It's hard."

I raised my eyelids and looked at the golden ceiling, neither refusing nor taking the initiative.Zhang Chen supported my bottom and swallowed it bit by bit. He leaned over to ask for a kiss, and I kissed the corner of his mouth perfunctorily.

"Brother, you insist on forcing me to use tricks, so we can be harmonious, isn't it good?"

I have nothing to say to him.

Under my passive slack and his vigorous twisting, this sex' thing went on. I ejaculated in his body, and he hugged me tightly, entangled like a farmer and a snake.

The next day, I changed into my clothes, followed Zhang Chen, and boarded his private jet. His subordinates looked at me cautiously. Zhang Chen seemed to have noticed it, and took a few steps slowly. He told me to follow him, and he took my hand naturally, intimate and gentle.

Zhang Chen is a very good lover. I seem to have said it a long time ago. When he tries to make people happy, he rarely misses.

I leaned against the seat and closed my eyes to rest my mind. His right hand held my left hand, which was not heavy enough to make me uncomfortable, nor light enough for me to break free easily.

I was tired and tried to fall into a dream, but I heard a very small voice. The instinct for danger made me open my eyes, and I saw a silver ring between Zhang Chen's fingers.

A ring had already been put on the ring finger of his left hand, he held my hand tightly, and bent down towards me.

"What do you want to do?"

"engagement ring."

"crazy?"

"Not crazy, Chen Heping, I want to be with you all the time."

I curled up my fingers and couldn't help but think of that midsummer, when the party ended, Zhang Chen held my hand and said to me: "I want to be with you forever."

I have long passed the age where I would be so moved that I forget my mind just because of a single sentence.

"So you want me to wear it?"

"of course."

"Then let go of my hand and I will wear it myself."

He looked at me cautiously, as if he was judging the truth of this sentence. After a while, he really let go of my hand, I let go of my wrist, reached out and took his key, on his bottom line Put on your ring finger.

"It's pretty." The words were true, this ring was really pretty.

"I found an Italian designer and changed it with me for a long time."

"Thank you."

"Just thank you?"

"Then let me ask you, when will we get married?"

Zhang Chen froze for a moment, thought for a while, and replied, "I haven't proposed yet."

I took the ring he gave me and stroked his hair: "Anything else?"

He looked at me silently, and I guess he suddenly realized that it was not possible for him to marry me, that the gap between us was not about gender, but about position.If I can't be in power, he should choose a stronger partner for his marriage. If I succeed in being in power, it is even more impossible to make the connection between them so obvious.

He gave this ring just to show his affection, or to make me happy. He made up his mind that I would not accept it easily, and he also thought that I would not ask him about the future.

If the engagement ring does not represent the future of the marriage, its value is limited to the number that a string of money can contain.

I took another look and laughed out loud: "You should bring a pigeon egg for Paul's ring, and give me this, it's much cheaper."

He had a sullen face, as if he was trying his best to suppress his anger, and he answered me after a while: "If you like, I'll give you a few more, and make sure they all have large diamonds."

"This is very good, very beautiful, do you want me to carry it all the time?"

He closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to look at my face. After a while, he reluctantly said: "I'm sorry."

And it doesn't matter if I can't say that.

We finally returned to the city where we grew up. As soon as we got off the plane, Zhang Chen received a call. The scarf, wrapped round and round around my neck.

With that pretty face on his face, he said to me: "I have something to go first, remember to miss me when you get home."

I also patted his hand on my chest: "Be careful on the road, pay attention to safety, by the way, happy new year."

He let go of the scarf, turned around and walked away neatly, maybe he knew that I had been captured by him, so he was so relaxed and relieved.

I went back to my home, tore off the scarf and threw it on the table, took off the ring, found a jewelry box and put it in, replaced all the colorful clothes on my body, drank a cup of hot water , I hurried to pay homage to my grandfather.

Send some food, put a bouquet of flowers, and chat with him about recent work. As for Zhang Chen, he didn't mention a word.

I walked away from the destination on the snow, and bumped into many families along the way, and the whole family came to worship.I envy them that they have family by their side, that even after losing a loved one, they can support each other through the difficult times.

After grandpa left, uncle and aunt did not come back, they paid a sum of money and came back, and there was no news after that.I understand them, but I still feel sad. Time and space are two sharp swords, which will always fade the once strong feelings.

I went home and started counting the remaining money in my hand, passbooks and bank cards, funds and stocks. Grandpa also left me a sum of money. The money is enough for me to find a second-tier city, buy a house and a car, and then open a store safely or choose to start a new business.

So I slept at home, ate and slept through the last few days of the holiday, and used the last weekend of the holiday to write a resignation application. The reason for resignation was a very commonly used statement in the system.

I apply to resign from the position of XXXX due to excessive pressure.

I double-checked the typos, printed it out, and bound it.

I love my job and hope to continue to do it, but this is not enough for me to continue to be Zhang Chen's pawn and be at his mercy.

I know that whether I agree to Zhang Chen's request or not, he will "help"

Me, "protect" me.But I'm tired of having a life controlled by him, tired of the countless pairs of his eyes around me.I've been telling everyone around me that I don't have ambitions and that I'm content to be mediocre, but they don't seem to believe it.

For a long time, my idea was just to work hard, and then I became a good official.But I also know in my heart that no matter how powerful a person is, he cannot change the entire environment. The position I am in and the things I can do are not irreplaceable, and other people can do the same.

Faced with Zhang Chen's pressing force, I was powerless to resist, and I didn't want to give in, so I could only be a beautiful deserter.

On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, I submitted my resignation.