My brother became a playboy

Zhao Xing left in a hurry, the last look he looked at me seemed a little happy, but also a little sad, but he didn't say anything, got in the car and left.

I watched Zhao Xing leave with a sense of ritual, waited until his car was out of sight, yawned, and took out my mobile phone to call a taxi for myself - I can drive, but I am lazy, so I let the car sit in the garage Ashes.

Zhao Xing was busy, so I couldn't go to him, promised to stay there for seven days, and I was tired of it, I thought about it, and directly set the destination at a well-known gay bar, planning to find some romance.

The online car-hailing driver who came to pick me up spoke local dialect, was in his 30s, and was in good shape. As soon as I got in the car, I heard him say, "Why are you going there? It's so messy."

"Look for some excitement," I said slowly, and unscrewed the Evian mineral water on the car, "Your car is not bad?"

"Hi, it's good. My dad bought it. I'm bored at home every day, so I drive out to run an online car-hailing service." The driver inadvertently revealed the dial on his wrist, "Whether you make money or not is secondary, the main thing is to find something to do. "

I glanced at his online car-hailing record in silence. The accumulated list of [-] and the degree of wear and tear on the interior of the car did not match his remarks.

But I didn't want to expose people, and I even felt a kind of relaxation that is rare to find some fun. I leaned back, half-closed my eyes, and echoed: "It's good, there is no pressure in life."

"Hey." He pretended to smile relaxedly, and after a while, he said, "You are so good-looking, and you don't have a date?"

"I have it," I have always been frank, not ashamed of my actions, "I have a wife and a lover, and now I am going out to eat wild food."

"Stop joking with me." The driver seemed to think I was lying, "Is it funny to play me?"

"It's not funny, and I'm not lying." I looked down at my phone, "Master, I'm in a hurry, please hurry up."

After I said this, the driver really quieted down. Perhaps because he was concerned about the recording system of the platform, he stopped trying to talk to me.

But today it seems really unlucky, there was an accident ahead of the road, and we were forced to be stuck in the middle of the road.

"Do you really have a wife?" He couldn't help asking again.

"Well, man."

"Is there a lover too?"

"Yes, it's also a man."

"Then why do you want to eat wild food?"

"You are also a man, you don't understand the bad nature of men?"

"I don't understand. If I had a wife, I would definitely spend my whole life with him."

"Then you are a good man."

I just told him the truth, but he was obviously very excited, and even stepped on the gas pedal harder than before. After a few tens of seconds, he said: "You look so good-looking, if you are single , I will definitely chase you."

"It seems that you are just looking at the face." I didn't feel offended.

"Don't look at what you look at. Men are not all so superficial."

I smiled and stopped talking.

--

The driver parked the car at the intersection not far from the bar, and said to me: "You will be fined for parking ahead, please walk a little way."

I got out of the car, didn't break through his carefulness to make a U-turn conveniently, closed the door and went straight forward, before my body was warmed by the hot evening wind, I had already pushed open the door of the bar.

This bar is not too big, and the door is also designed to be hidden, only one person can enter and exit. After entering the door, there is a long and narrow corridor, with messy graffiti on both sides - about sex, about love, about taboos, about Gods and devils... I've been here so many times that I don't even want to listen to it.

Walking through this corridor, you will be greeted by a light aroma and soothing music. The bar is not too big, and together with the bar counter, there are only more than [-] seats. There are three bartenders who are mixing drinks, and everyone is wearing Overalls, studs on the earlobes—they're all buyable, the best looking ones I've ever slept in.

I sat on the edge of the bar and ordered the most expensive foreign wine on the wine list. The bartender I slept with opened the bottle and helped me sober up. He asked me warmly, "Why are you free today?"

"I want to ask you out to play." I said bluntly.

"I recently raised the price," he said more bluntly than me, "but I can give you a discount."

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to touch others who are tired of playing with it."

When I made an appointment to have sex with him, he was still a young boy, keeping his bottom line in the eccentric bar street. At that time, he had a boyfriend he liked very much. The friend paid the tuition.

His story has a very vulgar beginning, and naturally it also has a very vulgar ending. His boyfriend dumped him after graduation, and made a rich new boyfriend. Drunk, almost being "picked up".

I did a good deed every day and saved him. When he woke up, he wanted to make a promise with his body. I was too lazy to take advantage of him, so I became his first benefactor.

We maintained a relationship like this. After he learned that I had a family, he took the initiative to terminate the relationship. Later, he quickly found a new benefactor and clearly marked the price. .

Many people don't care about his messy past, but I'm a bit of a mental cleanser, it's impossible to sleep with him again, I just want to ask him out to play.

Pure play does not involve payment. The conversation just now was his cryptic invitation. I refused, and he was not sad. Instead, he said with a smile: "I just came here with a college student. He is very tender. Let me introduce you?"

"Looking for fun?" I drank my red wine, feeling a little lost.

"My boyfriend is sick, and he sold himself to raise money." He said softly.

"Forget it, it's troublesome." Life is not like a bitter drama. A male college student who can make such a decision to sell himself must have some brain problems, and his mental state is not stable. It is easy to cause trouble.

"You'll talk about it when you meet someone, she's pretty good-looking."

"Better looking than you?"

"Ah."

I know he never lies, and this "good-looking" should not be mixed with water. After thinking about it, I nodded and said, "The old place."

"Okay, old place."

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The old place I'm talking about is an apartment near the bar, which is a house under my name, but I don't go there too often.

I opened the door, took a shower, and took out the usual family planning supplies from the drawer at the head of the bed. After a short wait, there was a knock on the door, which should be the arrival of fresh trading items.

I picked up the phone, edited a message, and was about to send it to Zhao Xing, but Zhao Xing sent me a message first. To be precise, it was a photo.

The bright and clear moon hangs above the dark blue night sky, round and beautiful.

I waited for a few seconds, and Zhao Xing sent another text.

——"The night is beautiful tonight."

This is actually a slang term.

He is saying, I love you very much.

I hesitated for a few seconds before sending him the edited message.

"Report, I'm going to someone today, clean fast food."

After sending this message, I put my phone on the bedside table, plugged in the charging cable, walked to the door with my slippers on and opened it.

Standing outside the door was a very beautiful and clean boy who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. His hair was blown up and his brows and eyes were full of rebelliousness.

He said, "You are Cui Minglang, Mr. Cui?"

I saw a little shadow of Zhao Xing when he was young, and I couldn't help showing a smile, and I said, "It's me."