my brother became a scum

Zhang Chen asked me later why I didn't go to pick him up after I called him.

I said that there were waiters around him at the time, and I asked the waiter to take him home.

Zhang Chen smiled lowly, I guess he didn't believe this sentence, but what does it have to do with me?I threw the candles that I put away carefully yesterday into the trash can, trying to crush and forget the memories related to Zhang Chen, but I just couldn't.

When it was snowing, Zhang Chen came to look for me again. His hands were in his pockets, blocking my way forward, and he looked at me with a smile. I turned my head and said goodbye to my classmates softly, and stood there looking at Zhang Chen.

As if nothing had happened, he pulled out his hand and brushed the snow on my hair with his fingertips. He said, "Brother Ping, let's go for a walk together?"

I should question him, ask him who Davy is, I should confirm with him, what is the relationship between us.

But I still lack that impulsiveness and courage. When I saw him, and saw him standing in the snow and appearing in front of me, I had to try my best to control myself so as not to hug him. The impulsiveness and enthusiasm in the imagination, hidden under the skin, seems to never stop.

He grabbed my hand and put it in his pocket, but my hand was hotter than his, and his was cold, like a hibernating snake.

He said, "You want to ask me something?"

"Who is Davy?"

I finally asked.

"Davy?" Zhang Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at me sideways, "How do you know this name?"

I didn't speak, but after a little thought, he figured out the joints.

"Davy is one of my best friends."

"Is he doing a good job?"

"It's pretty good. I think he has surpassed others, and the durability is not bad."

"Have you ever rolled?"

"Both are TOP, how could they get together?"

Zhang Chen laughed after saying this. He seemed to have suddenly realized, and said, "Did I talk nonsense when I was drunk? I just drank with them that day, and I was drunk and praised him for a good life."

This is a flawed but acceptable explanation, it's up to me to believe it or not.

I held his hand that was getting warmer because of my body temperature, and chose to believe him, maybe because I didn't want to believe that one day he would come to my head—after all, we have known each other for so many years, and he is mine Brother.

"Hey, Chen Heping, you called me that day, what's the matter?"

"Nothing."

"Did you miss me?"

"..."

"Did you suddenly want to confess to me?"

"You think too much," I heard myself reply calmly and calmly, "I don't like you, and I don't want to confess to you."

"Oh..." He turned his head and kicked the snow on the ground, looking very unhappy.

We ate, walked the snow, rolled the sheets, parted ways the next day, and repeated the process a few days later.

Zhang Chen was able to fool me once, but he couldn't fool me many times. His shirt smelled of women's perfume, and there were occasional marks left by others on his body.

I became more and more careless towards him, knowing in my heart that sooner or later this relationship that shouldn't exist will be cut off—but I can't say goodbye, and I can't cut off this inexplicable relationship first.

I think, at that time, I was in love with Zhang Chen, with a little inferiority complex, with suppressed desire/desire, with the urge to hold it in the palm of my hand, with the extravagant hope of growing old together.

But I also know clearly that Zhang Chen is a scumbag, he is just playing a game that is bound to get boring.

Zhang Chen became even worse. He went to various chaotic places, and called me when he was drunk—as if he would die if I didn't go there.

I went over and pushed him into the pool to wake him up, he just smiled and leaned over to ask me for a kiss.

Our relationship became very bad, because I finally saw his cheating for real. I grabbed his hair, but he calmly asked me: "What do I have to do with you, why do you care about me?"

The false warmth faded away, the endless quarrels and cold wars finally wiped out the remaining patience, Zhang Chen found a new boyfriend, and we broke off the relationship.

But then they got into a car accident and his boyfriend cheated on him and got him and me back together, what started out as a one night stand and then turned into a multiple night stand.

My grandfather was seriously ill, and Zhang Chen put in a lot of effort. He didn't ask for anything in return, but I didn't take it seriously.

So we made a verbal agreement in the empty room of the nursing home, to be a long-term girlfriend/friend to come and have sex occasionally, and when we were tired that day and it was time to start a family and start a business, we broke up the relationship.

Zhang Chen and I were both smoking, and when the cigarette was burned to the end, we stubbed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, our fingers touched, and lust/desire abounded.

We kiss, we make/love, we pretend to be incredibly intimate.

The society is so chaotic, the work is so busy, life is full of pressure all the time, what kind of relationship are you talking about, it is better to be a girlfriend/friend, it fits his personality, and it won't make me sad.

Between us, there should not be too much possessiveness.

I walked out of the school gate, got into the driver's car, called the assistant, and asked the assistant to arrange the best lawyer to assist Zhang Chen in applying for a commutation of sentence.

The driver drove me directly to the airport. Wu Ming was already waiting for me there. We had to go abroad to participate in a series of cooperation negotiations, which would take more than two months.

Foreign friends are not friendly, and they are very cunning. I have to concentrate on every business negotiation, and I have to carefully control every small expression, which is like a fierce psychological warfare.

My progress in this process is also very obvious. At the beginning, I still need Wu Ming's assistance for a while, and soon I can fully guide the rhythm of the conversation.The light in Wu Ming's eyes became more and more obvious. He couldn't help reaching out to touch my shoulder when he was leaving the stage. He praised me with the most beautiful words, saying that I was a born businessman and the most perfect person he had ever seen. superman.

I don't like his praise very much. No matter how big the benefit is, it's just a string of numbers to me, and it doesn't give me any sense of accomplishment.

I took the time to contact my assistant and asked about Zhang Chen's recent situation. The assistant said that the legal team fully followed my instructions and implemented it very smoothly.

I also dabbled in the law, and this time I was able to obtain a 2-3 year sentence reduction. The most important thing is that after the first time, there will be a second time. In a few years, Zhang Chen will come out.

His hair doesn't have to be cut short, he can eat what he wants, he can wear nice clothes, and he doesn't have to worry anymore.

I felt a little happiness for a long time, but this mood was soon interrupted. Wu Ming knocked on the door, and he informed me that there was a relatively important dinner tonight.

We are in a country where etiquette and demeanor are engraved in our bones. Wu Ming contacted an old-fashioned suit tailor and reported my size in advance.After I got dressed, Wu Ming suddenly squatted down and straightened my trousers naturally.

He did it effortlessly, but I was so uncomfortable that I reminded myself that it was time to send him out for a while—excessive affection is not safe and often has serious consequences.

That night I only drank a little champagne, but when I went back to my room, I was very dizzy. I had some hallucinations. Zhang Chen, who was in his 20s, took off his clothes in front of me and called me to fuck him.

I hugged him and fell on the bed, reaching out to touch his cheek.

He said with a smile—come on, but the next second his expression became distorted and stiff.

My palm locked his throat, pressing him tightly, he struggled and thrashed vigorously, but my strikes became more and more fierce.

Someone broke in, broke my hand, and separated us. I coughed heavily, and my throat smelled of blood. Before I fell into darkness, I heard someone say: "Didn't you fucking say that this medicine is not available?" Is there a problem?"

I woke up from the hospital, and the unfamiliar language was cluttered in my ears. I found that I was lying on the hospital bed. Looking around, Wu Ming was missing from my side. He was suspected of using illegal drugs and was temporarily detained by foreign police.

I overestimated his patience and underestimated his desire/desire. He couldn't wait to inject me with prohibited drugs, but found a boy from a foreign country and sent him to my bed.Wu Ming told the police that he didn't want me to be swayed by my past experience and pay too much attention to that man named "Zhang Chen". He hoped that I could be more "exciting" in my love life.

I feel extremely ridiculous about Wu Ming's behavior, my life and my choices don't need others to tell me what to do, and I don't want to have any kind of sexual relationship with anyone I don't have feelings for.

After observing in the hospital for a long time, I contacted a lawyer temporarily to go through the parole procedures for Wu Ming. Wu Ming asked to see me, but I was too lazy to see him, so I sent him to another country for permanent residence.

The police communicated with me several times one after another. The reason was that the boy from a foreign country accused me of intentional murder. I rubbed my temples and talked with the police in English. It was obvious that he was also very impatient with the boy's behavior.

After all, under the influence of hallucinogens, any behavior I did was out of control. Without serious consequences, I could not have any substantive charges against me. The police even urged him to apologize to me seriously.

After dismissing the police, I breathed a sigh of relief. I don't know why when I was drunk and saw Zhang Chen, who was in his 20s, I felt the urge to grab him by the neck. Maybe it could only be attributed to , I have a deep hidden hatred for him-he ruined most of my life after all.

People's subconscious will not lie, I still can't look like a saint, I will resent, anger, care and pain.

After a few days of recuperation abroad, I set foot on the return plane.But when I arrived at the airport, I found a person who shouldn't be here—Wu Qingfei from the crowd who picked me up.

Compared with the last time I saw him, his hair was a lot grayer, and he was also leaning on a cane. He looked a little pitiful. He staggered towards me, but my assistant signaled to the security guards to embrace him from a distance, and said goodbye to me. I said, "Mr. Chen, why don't you leave first?"

It is not a secret that Wu Ming has done something abroad, if he intentionally probed it, it is possible for Wu Qingfei to intercede for his son, and I will not transfer him back just because of his intercession.

I was about to turn around and leave to let the assistant handle his affairs, but Wu Qingfei threw the crutch in his hand and knelt down towards me.

I was stunned, reacted randomly, and shouted: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you help me up!"

The secretary next to me reacted by stopping me and wanted to tell me to leave first. I vaguely felt something was wrong, so I shook off their hands and strode towards Wu Qingfei's direction.

Someone helped him up, he was panting heavily, his eye circles were already red, I had never seen him in such a state of embarrassment, and felt a little guilty for a moment.

I said, "If you're really worried about Wu Ming, I'll make a phone call and tell him to come back."

"Who can worry about that bastard..." Wu Qingfei cursed fiercely, then reached out and grabbed my arm, "Mr. Chen, I just want to ask you a question, did you ask the legal team to sue Zhang Chen? "

"Pursuing Zhang Chen?" I almost suspected that I had heard it wrong. I glanced at the assistant next to me, who turned his head in embarrassment. In an instant, I understood everything.