My brother became a playboy

"You can have as many substitutes as you want." Zhao Xing lit a cigarette in front of me, but he didn't smoke, but held it between his hands. "They are not you, only you, and me." life."

"That sounds quite affectionate," I sneered, my heart as calm as a pool of stagnant water, "Let me make an analogy, I used to have a whole cake, now you cut off the biggest piece and tell me that this piece is for me, Do you think I should be happy?"

"It was you who didn't want this cake first," Zhao Xing had the most perfect smile on his face, "You can't let it expire and break it?"

"Then take it away, don't deliberately cut a piece in front of my eyes." I looked at him coldly, "You really annoy me these days."

"Cui Minglang, will you be unhappy?" He crushed the cigarette in his hand into the crystal ashtray, stood up straight, and approached me, "Will you be jealous? Will you be unable to sleep all night?

I didn't answer, I knew he didn't need my answer.

I waited for a few seconds, and he really went on to say: "You may be a little unhappy and a little jealous, but it doesn't affect you, just like the night before yesterday, you fell asleep very quickly."

"I don't have to toss and turn and lose sleep over someone else."

Besides, my sleep quality has always been very high.

"You used to make me furious. When you and your 40-year-old brother were dating, I often opened my eyes until dawn, racking my brains to figure out why you divorced me." Zhao Xing said these words lightly , his hand rested lightly on my shoulder, and for a moment, I had the illusion that he wanted to strangle me to death.

And I know it's not my illusion.

"You want to tell me, are you taking revenge on me?"

If so, I think Zhao Xing is too naive.

"I just got into a little trouble, but I don't want you to help me solve these troubles." Zhao Xing paused slightly, "However, when he scolded you, I deliberately stood by and watched."

"There's no need to try any more." I raised my hand and patted the back of his hand on my shoulder, "Didn't we agree that we will divorce, from now on, you will find your lover, and I will find me lover."

"Cui Minglang, I'm not reconciled." Zhao Xing pinched my clothes with his fingers, and easily pushed me into his arms, "I don't want to let you go either."

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"Cui Minglang, I have a gift for you."

At the age of 17, I was working on a test paper. I didn't raise my head when I heard Zhao Xing's voice, and said directly: "Let's talk after school, class will start soon."

"It's a big class break now, and the break between classes takes 25 minutes." Zhao Xing patted my shoulder with his hand, and pinched my earlobe arrogantly, "Talk to me, okay?"

I sighed silently, covered the cap of the gel pen, grabbed my fidgeting hand, and said, "Go out and talk?"

"It's not impossible in the classroom..."

"I don't want teachers calling parents."

Puppy love is about to die, and the object of puppy love is still a boy. I also know how crazy the parents are.

"Okay." Zhao Xing touched his pocket, "Let's go out and talk."

We left the classroom door one after the other, got off the elevator, and walked around to the back of the teaching building.

There were no flowers or trees there, only withered and yellowed grass all over the ground.

Zhao Xing took out a box from his pocket. He didn't think the grass was dirty, so he knelt down on one knee and said, "Cui Minglang, please marry me."

I looked at his appearance as a teenager, and wanted to ask him: "Do you know that you are not yet an adult? Do you know that you are still five years away from the legal age of marriage?"

But I didn't even say a word of disappointment.

I just took his box and said, "I hope your ring is the right size."

"Of course it's appropriate." When he laughed, he was foolish, which was the appearance that belonged to him only when he was a teenager.

Of course it is appropriate-I also said this sentence silently in my heart.

After all, he/I measured it secretly.

A few days ago, I was lying on the desk with my eyes closed, and I heard his footsteps from far to near, and he called my name softly - "Cui Minglang."

His voice was too low, as if he didn't want me to wake up, so I continued to pretend that I was asleep, trying to see what he was going to do.

He yelled again, and after confirming that I was asleep, he surreptitiously raised the middle finger of my left hand, wrapped it around with the belt, and read out the size.

——A fool can't guess that he wants to buy me a ring, right?

——A fool would give someone a ring at the age of 17, right?

This fool proposed to me early, but I held back all the ridicule, and agreed to him by accident.

It was the first ring he bought for me, but it wasn't cheap, a platinum ring cost all the money in his little coffers, I wore it for a long time, and it wasn't until we were officially engaged that I replaced it with one that was a hundred times more expensive of.

But let me choose, I still like the first ring the most—maybe because the feelings at that time were the purest, or maybe it was because it spent all the money that Zhao Xing had at that time.

I have to admit, I'm a greedy person, I want everything from a person.

His body, his spirit, his soul, should belong to me.

From this point of view, the moment we chose an open marriage and I abandoned Zhao Xing was already a doomed ending.