My brother became a playboy

That night, Chun Gai was sleeping on the same bed. Zhao Xing brought up new topics several times, and I managed to end the conversation within five sentences. Finally, he couldn’t ignore the fact that I didn’t want to communicate with him. He used In a very soft voice, he said again: "I'm sorry."

I heard it, but I chose to turn over and turn my back on him, silently expressing my attitude.

Maybe it was because I went out to exercise during the day, and after a while, I fell into a dream, and when I woke up the next day, Zhao Xing had disappeared.

There is a note left by him beside my bed, on which Zhao Xing wrote with a pen, he wrote: "I went to work, come back at night, maybe we can have dinner and chat again."

I tore up the note and threw it into the trash can. Using the laptop that Zhao Xing left in the room, I searched for the name of the nearest university, opened the mailbox, and sent an email. I received a reply soon, and the other party was very enthusiastic. He promptly invited me to give a report, and asked about the hotel where I was staying, saying that he would send someone to pick me up.

I sent the name and address of the hotel to the other party, and began to pack myself slowly, throwing away the casual clothes, changing into a shirt and suit, and downloading the necessary materials from the cloud disk by the way, to start making handouts.

Half an hour later, I took my computer and went to the vehicle where the school picked me up. The person in charge of the reception was a handsome blond guy who spoke a string of standard Chinese. After thinking about it, I also replied with a string of standard English. He smiled very brightly, and said in Chinese: "You can communicate with me in Chinese. I have lived in China for five years, and I am very happy to receive experts from China."

"I am also very happy to go to your school for exchange."

While talking socially, I continued to use Zhao Xing's computer to add and revise the handouts.In the meaningless greetings, I learned that this handsome blond guy has a Chinese name of "Bai Yingjun", and I called him seriously: "Junjun."

He smiled, and realized that I was joking with him, but he was not angry, and replied: "Lang Lang."

After more than ten seconds, he tapped the cushion on the steering wheel and asked me, "GAY?"

"Yes, the one above has a partner, we play our own way, and we are about to get divorced."

Bai Yingjun's expression changed obviously following my words, I suppressed my laughter and waited for his response.

I didn't wait long before I heard him say, "My apartment is near the school, maybe I can spend a romantic evening with you?"

"Do you have the habit of regular physical examination?"

"Of course, I just did it last week, and I will send the test report to your mailbox."

"Okay, I'll send you a copy too."

"I don't have a regular partner, but my hobby is a bit strange, do you mind?"

"It depends." I gave a relatively conservative answer, "Maybe you can tell me what the hobby is."

"When you finish today's keynote speech and campus visit first, I'm afraid it will affect your state."

"it is good."

We ended the conversation and entered the state of work. After that, everything was familiar. I finished the day's work, declined the invitation to the evening banquet, cut off the phone calls Zhao Xing called me three times, and went with Bai Yingjun his apartment.

I went into his bedroom and immediately understood what his obsession was.

He looked at me with some trepidation, and said tentatively: "Of course, if you don't like it, we don't have to play..."

I took a whip from the wall, gave it a familiar flick, and said, "I don't hate the game."

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I had a pretty good night, and the ignorant handsome Mr. Bai took my anger, but because of his habit, he had a pretty good night.

Because Mr. Bai was in poor health, he entrusted his colleagues to drive me back to the hotel the next day.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon when I arrived at the hotel. When I swiped the key card, I was not surprised to find that Zhao Xing was still there.

He tapped the keyboard a few times, looked up at me, and asked knowingly, "Have a good night?"

I tore off my tie, threw it on the floor, unbuttoned my chest while walking, and replied, "This has nothing to do with your prospective ex-husband."

"I'm worried about your body." Zhao Xing sighed lightly, "Foreigners play wild."

I snorted and turned my head to look at him: "You play much wilder than them. If I'm really worried about my body, I shouldn't have any more sex with you."

Zhao Xing closed the laptop, put it aside, squeezed the space between his brows, and said, "I will deal with that boy for another month at most."

"How long you have been with him has nothing to do with me. In the future, we don't need to report to each other." When I said these words, I was in a very calm mood, but Zhao Xing kicked him when he heard these words. Turned over the table in front of him.

The layer of skin belonging to civilization was easily torn off by him, and Zhao Xing revealed that barbaric and lively appearance again.

He said: "Cui Minglang, you should know that you are the most important thing in my heart."

"There is no need to break up with your little boy because of me," I believe what he just said, but I also believe that the time when this sentence takes effect is only now, not the future, "otherwise we will divorce , if you want to find him as a substitute, it may be very troublesome."