my brother became a scum

Newborns always have a lot of formalities to go through. I have nothing to do, so I simply do it myself. One day when I was coaxing the baby, the little guy peed all over me. I took off my suit and threw it aside, and took the diaper myself. Change diapers.

After I had done all this, I looked up and saw Zhang Chen at the door. He got out of bed at some point and sat in a wheelchair. Behind him was a nurse pushing the wheelchair.

He made eye contact with me for a second, then looked in my son's direction, and for some reason, I blocked his view.

I probably still don't trust him very much, and I don't trust him to have any kindness towards my kids.He didn't speak any more, just lowered his head. The atmosphere in the room was a bit oppressive for a while, and I was impatient. Just a second before I wanted to speak, Zhang Chen clenched his palms and said softly: "Push me back Bar."

The nurse glanced at me and pushed Zhang Chen away.In the scene just now, in her eyes, I may be a heartless person. She doesn't know that the man in the wheelchair she loves is a complete scum.

I grabbed a handful of hair, feeling very annoyed, but I couldn't help it.

Two days later, the storm came fiercely, but it didn't last long. The plane was finally ready to take off. I had someone take Zhang Chen and Chen An to the airport.

Zhang Chen got a new nurse, I hired him, and went back to China directly with him.When we entered the hatch, I remembered that the original owner of this plane was Zhang Chen, and I don't know what he is thinking now.

Will he regret giving me everything back then, and will he regret leaving overseas without saying goodbye?

I can't help but imagine that he will regret it, but I clearly understand that he will not.

The cabin has a lot of space, and Zhang Chen's health is also very poor, so he was pushed directly into the bedroom to rest in bed. Unless I went to see him, I couldn't meet him at other times.

The nutritionist began to nourish his body. I checked the top item for all the specifications. The assistant carefully reminded Zhang Chen that there was not even a pair of new underwear in his personal belongings. I glanced at him and told him to put the underwear on first. Send mine over and ask someone to buy some more.

The house Zhang Chen lives in is still the one I prepared before. It is a single-family villa with a very clean location. It is rare to be close to a good orthopedic hospital, but it is far away from my company. This is very good. Does he want me to see him and stay with him every day?

That was too hard for me.

The plane arrived at the airport, and the temperature in the country was low. I put on a wool coat and got off the plane step by step. Zhang Chen also got off. He was sitting in a wheelchair, his face still a little pale.

I'm going to the company to deal with business, I don't have time and I don't want to accompany him, but maybe I have to say goodbye to him.I don't want to be too indifferent to him, but I feel that there is nothing wrong with being indifferent.

When I walked up to him, he raised his hand and seemed to want to touch me, but there was a distance of more than ten centimeters between us. He also realized this, raised his hand for a while, and then put it down again.

"I'm going to work," I put my hands in my coat pockets, and said naturally, "You live in that villa on the east side, and the servants and doctors are all ready, just talk to your nurse about small matters." , if you encounter any difficulties, you can contact me directly."

There was no unexpected expression on Zhang Chen's face. It seemed that my decision was within his expectations. Just when I thought he would watch me leave in silence, he suddenly said, "You blocked foreign countries. My phone number blocked my mailbox, and people around me would not pass on my messages, so how do you want me to contact you."

Zhang Chen always lied to me, but I actually believed what he said this time.

I dug out my mobile phone and turned on the blocking settings. Sure enough, many foreign phone numbers were blocked, and I logged into my private mailbox. Zhang Chen’s mailbox number was also on the blacklist. My mailbox has always been screened badly. If Chen uses another address, he will be blocked automatically.

It seems that someone completely cut off his contact with me, but it may also be Zhang Chen's own trick.

I didn't say anything, just took Zhang Chen's ID, applied for a phone card at the airport, bought a new model of mobile phone, locked the card, and handed it to Zhang Chen.

I saved his new phone number in my phone, made a note to Zhang Chen, and passed it to him for a look.

"Are you relieved?"

"Thank you."

Looking at him looking like he was dying, I felt panicked.I didn't speak any more, and left the airport directly. The board has been delayed for an hour, and it would be too inappropriate to be later.

I stayed at the company for food and lodging, and two weeks passed in a blink of an eye. The domestic expert group consulted and said that there was still hope for me to stand up. When the assistant reported the news, I was signing documents, and when I heard the news, I let out a hum, but nothing happened. Impulse to take a look.

The people under me have undergone another cleaning, this time the assistant is a new one, and during the cleaning, I found that my mobile phone and mailbox had been tampered with, and the hand behind it had nothing to do with Wu Ming, but an older great director.

That director had a grudge against Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen had sex with his son, and tricked the director into abandoning the original company and defecting. When he got a firm position, he broke up with the director's son. This tone has been going on for so many years. , I haven't swallowed it all the time, making a trip, it's normal.

I didn't feel sorry for the director, but chatted with him, which relieved his heart.

I kept people watching the financial and entertainment news. Zhang Chen came back and published the manuscript, but there was no disturbance. Except for some young girls who made some remarks in the private forum, most netizens didn't care much.

Chen An has been on several hot searches, and is known as the child who makes noise with a golden key in his mouth. I will visit him every other day and hug him personally, but I can't spare more time to take care of him personally. Fortunately, he lives not far from me.

I have never thought of letting Zhang Chen and Chen An stay together. First, Zhang Chen is not in good health and needs treatment. Second, Zhang Chen's personality is not suitable for raising children. These two reasons are quite solid. Don't think about it any further.

Having an heir is also good. The people who tried desperately to marry me in the past disappeared, and the shareholders have more trust. After I returned to China, it has been showing a steady upward trend.

I stayed in the company like this for more than two months before I received the first text message from Zhang Chen. He said: "I miss my WeChat a little bit. I wonder if you can find it for me."

Zhang Chen's mobile phone number before he was imprisoned will naturally be shut down when he is imprisoned for arrears, and the bound WeChat will disappear at some point.

The group has contacted with the WeChat company. I entrusted the people below to communicate and got Zhang Chen's account password. The whole process took less than half an hour.

I sent him the account number and password, and he quickly replied with a text message, saying, "Your WeChat ID hasn't changed yet, can you add me."

I stared at the message for ten seconds, moved my finger, and replied "yes".

I added his WeChat, and found that his profile picture was a red envelope, which was very red, and after being prompted to become his friend, the box changed to typing.

He was typing in the input for 20 seconds, but he sent an emoji package, a pitiful cat, with six characters written next to it, "I'm begging for a baby, I'll be cute."

This emoticon package is already a bit clichéd, out of the current fashion trend, I don't think it's cute, but I still touched the cat's face with my fingers, clicked on the plus sign, entered a string of numbers, and pressed Press the transfer confirmation button.

Transfer XXXXXX yuan.

The recipient has accepted your transfer.

He sent another emoji, this time it was a crying cat with an ugly P on it, and it said crookedly: "I miss you."

I sneered and replied to him: "I will see you when I have time."

I activated the secondary card authority of a card, and asked the people below to give it to Zhang Chen for me. There is no need to tell me the password. He knows my password, and I know his.

Zhang Chen received the card, took a photo and sent it to me on WeChat.

I didn't reply to him. The price was that my phone kept vibrating all afternoon. When I opened it, it was all text messages reminding me of consumption. The bank also kindly informed me of the products I purchased in the text messages.

So I knew that Zhang Chen bought sixteen new season bags, hundreds of sets of clothes that had just left the show, made an appointment with the most expensive hair stylist and nurse, and bought a bunch of skin care products that I had never heard of. And the beauty instrument, the last order is [-] boxes of liquid foundation and [-] lipsticks of different colors.

My brain finally hurt a little, not because I feel sorry for the money, but because I was shocked by this way of buying, buying, and buying. While drinking coffee, I took a screenshot of the bank text message and sent it to his WeChat. Added a sentence: "Do you still need to buy a lot of lipstick?"

He sent a picture, full of sea water, and I was thinking about what it meant when his explanation appeared on the screen.

"The water is the tears I just shed."

Of course I knew that this sentence was a joke, but my heart felt as if I had been stabbed inexplicably, so I replied to him: "I will get you a few more cards later, and you can buy whatever you want."

The other party replied almost in seconds.

"I want to buy you, okay?"

"No."

"Oh."

"I'll see you when I'm free."

"it is good."

I put down my phone, actually I am free now, but I really don't want to see him.

There are many thorns in my heart, which are densely packed, and one is pulled out, and there are so many thorns stuck there, which hurts faintly, reminding me not to step out of the limit.

Zhang Chen took a picture of soaking his feet that night. The water in the bucket was very dark, which should be medicine. He said, "The water is very hot, and it hurts a little when I put my feet in it, but the doctor said it's best to keep it at this temperature."

I replied him with a word "hmm".

He also said: "When I was the worst, it seemed like I couldn't take a shower for a month. At that time, I thought that I would die on the street."