My brother became a playboy

I went home with Zhao Xing. It was an unremarkable apartment building, the entire room did not exceed 80 square meters, and the market price per square meter was 20.

Our house is on the fourth floor. I want to take the elevator. Zhao Xing loves to take the stairs. He walked towards the elevator naturally. I stopped and asked him, "Do you want to take the stairs?"

"It's rare to go home once, and I listen to you."

Zhao Xing said this very sincerely. In an instant, I had the illusion that I was a scumbag and he was a good wife and mother.

But I didn't understand what he meant at all. As soon as he chose to give way to me, I had to push forward and stand upright, waiting for him to press the elevator.

Zhao Xing pressed the up button, glanced at me, and said, "We haven't been here for three months."

"You were on a business trip for two months," I reminded him friendly, "you just came back last weekend."

"It was only a week's business trip."

Zhao Xing spoke half of the sentence, and I helped him add the second half of the sentence——Isn't it because you and your new lover are having a hot fight, so I don't bother to talk to you.

In the past, when I was "sincerely in love" with my extramarital lover, Zhao Xing did the same. He kept away from the "battlefield" with dignity. When I was not so hot and remembered him, I would call or send him a message He will tacitly send me an address, or ask me if I can go home.

The address is generally a place for eating, drinking and having fun. Home is this house. We will spend a few days together and then leave separately.

He is looking for his new love, I am looking for my new love.

The only exception, maybe this time, I approached Zhao Xing not because I was tired of my lover, but because I wanted to break up with him—but Zhao Xing temporarily rejected my proposal on the way with reasons that cannot be rejected, my The mood is not bad.

The elevator arrived, and Zhao Xing took my shoulders into the elevator. The mirror in the elevator clearly reflected our appearance at the moment.

I was expressionless, but Zhao Xing was smiling, his head pressed against my earlobe.

He said, "You smile?"

I raised my foot and kicked his calf, and asked him, "Are you sick?"

He dodged it easily, blew upwards, and said, "When will you change your habit of kicking people?"

"Next life."

"Ding--"

The elevator doors opened.Zhao Xing let go of my shoulders, took out a bunch of keys from the pocket of the beach pants, opened the door, and said, "I just went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables."

"It's already evening, is it still fresh?" I still have the most basic common sense of life.

"It doesn't matter if it's fresh or not, it should have a sense of ceremony anyway."

"I remember you just voted for a grocery shopping app." I changed my slippers at the door and closed the door, "You should have a lot of coupons."

"That software will collect too much personal information," Zhao Xing opened the refrigerator door, and added the second half of the sentence, "My information is very expensive and not worth it."

There were so many clichés in his words that I couldn't complain. I had to drink half a bottle of Diet Coke to calm down and start a new topic: "What's for dinner?"

"Pot-wrapped meat, shredded cabbage, West Lake beef soup, quicksand buns."

"You have eaten from the north to the south."

"do not like to eat?"

"I like it, I like it so much."

Zhao Xing was humming a song while handling the ingredients. The kitchen door was wide open. I was sitting in the living room and could hear the sound of the kitchen knife hitting the cutting board repeatedly. This sound sounds a bit like a horror movie. Add Elements such as dating, cheating, suspense, etc., may be able to break through Doudou.com's maximum rating limit of less than 7 for horror movies.

I leaned on the sofa, opened the phone casually, and found that Xu Nuo had sent me a lot of text messages without any surprise.

I didn't tell him that I was going to have a showdown with Zhao Xing today to discuss divorce. Perhaps subconsciously, I already had a premonition that today would not go well.

Not a single word in the promised message asked me what I was doing, he just took pictures and told me what he was doing.

In the morning, he took pictures while making breakfast, at noon, he took pictures while walking, in the evening, he took pictures while working, and now, he took a selfie of himself, just enough to show his beautiful collarbone.

I pressed the voice button, without lowering my voice at all, I said: "I have something to do today, I can't go back, you go to bed early."

Let go of your finger, the voice is sent automatically, the sound of "dong dong" in the kitchen stopped for a moment, and then Zhao Xing's voice sounded: "Cui Minglang, you did it on purpose."

"Frankly speaking, I've really moved on." I pinched the phone with two fingers and played with it, and said in a casual tone, "I have to explain this to you. Wait a few months, Minglangxing The matter is over, we should divorce, just divorce, okay. "

"Boom-"

The noise from the kitchen was so loud that it didn't sound like chopping meat, but rather like chopping bones.

"What kind of person? Makes our teacher Cui dizzy?"

Zhao Xing was half angry, and burst out laughing.

"He's eight years older than me. He's a freelancer. He looks fair and has a good personality." I briefly described it, thought about it, and said, "You two can meet later."

"It's not appropriate for my current boyfriend to meet her ex-husband." Zhao Xingte reminded calmly.

"There's nothing inappropriate. If you're not a husband or a brother, what's wrong with your future sister-in-law?"

"I don't care. I'm afraid that your 40-year-old brother will have a nervous breakdown and break up with you in tears."

"That's not enough. Besides, if you divide it, you will divide it."

What I said is true. For a selfish person like me, my personal feelings are above all else. I can break up with Zhao Xing because I like promises. In the future, I can also choose to kick him away because I am tired of promises. .

Zhao Xing didn't speak anymore, and there was no more "dongdong" sound from the kitchen. I listened to the sound of running water for a while, and soon smelled the smell of oily smoke.

"You turn on the range hood." I couldn't help reminding.

"Isn't it good for you to smell the family's fireworks?" Zhao Xing yelled at me with great interest.

"If you want to smell it yourself, remember to close the door."

"You don't like to smell yourself closing the door."

"You close."

"you off"

"Do you want to turn it off?"

"Can't you close it?"

We quarreled like little chickens for a while, and finally, a second before I couldn't help standing up, Zhao Xing pressed the switch button of the range hood.

His voice was too clear from the kitchen: "Screw the bed at night?"

At that moment, I really wanted to pretend I didn't hear it.