My brother became a playboy

Zhao Xing replied to me: "I asked the driver to follow you. I will follow you wherever you go."

I didn't turn around to confirm, but knowing what he said was absolutely true, I leaned back and cursed "grass" in my heart.

Zhao Xing is a bit mentally ill. It may be a sexual addiction or something else. I asked him many times, but he never said anything. Instead, he read my medical records countless times. He is more familiar with my previous psychiatrists than I am, and they claim to master my condition.

He is very good at using money, but most doctors don't like it. One doctor even reminded me privately: "If you are not willing to part with him, you'd better obey him and don't try to provoke him." he."

The subtext is that Zhao Xing is extremely dangerous, and he may do something that hurts me under extreme emotions.

As we all know, there is a high probability that mental patients will not have to bear legal responsibility when they commit crimes when they are ill.

How did the doctor remind me, and how did I convey it to Zhao Xing? At that time, Zhao Xing was doing something indescribable with me. His fingers gripped the bed sheet tightly, sweat rolled down his cheeks, and he smiled lowly. He asked me, "What do you think?"

I lowered my head and touched his forehead, and I said, "Will you hurt me?"

"No." Zhao Xing answered quickly.

"I trust you, but when you should see a doctor, go to the doctor."

"it is good."

Sure enough, Zhao Xing went to see a doctor, and he seemed to be back to normal on the surface, but playing this game today, it seems that he is still sick, and the illness is not clear.

I could of course prolong this chasing game by modifying the destination of the ride-hailing car, but that is not necessary.

He is sick.

And I'm his medicine.

I changed the destination to a nearby five-star hotel, and when I pressed the confirm button, I asked myself: "Do you still trust Zhao Xing?"

Not quite trusting anymore.

But in this world, the person I trust the most is him.

I got out of the car and closed the car door without looking back. I entered the lobby of the hotel through the revolving door. How much is it cheaper to place an order online with an app, and as soon as the phone was taken out, Zhao Xing's overly calm voice was heard, and he said, "It's a presidential suite, send me the bill back."

The check-in staff looked up at us, and asked in a gentle voice, "Card number or mobile phone number."

"139XXXXXXXX." I reported Zhao Xing's mobile phone number, and the staff was very quick. Not long after entering it, they handed us the room card, and said sweetly: "You can eat all meals directly. Delivered to the room, included in the room rate."

I held the room card, Zhao Xing held my hand, his palm was very generous, like a brother, like a friend, but not quite like a lover.

He leaned close to my ear and whispered to me, "Cui Minglang, why didn't you get scared away by me?"

I used my room card to swipe the upward elevator, instead of looking at him, I asked, "Have you brought any medicine?"

"I didn't bring it, I'm too lazy to eat." Zhao Xing put his arms around my shoulders, "It's just a sexual addiction, no need to take medicine."

"Then you find a lover to solve the problem yourself?" I asked knowingly.

"They can't save me..." Zhao Xing sighed and hugged me tighter, "I'm going to trouble you, hubby."

"We're divorced." I corrected him, and the elevator door opened. He entered the elevator with me like Siamese twins, and pressed a floor familiarly, which made me ask him , "Do you come here often?"

Zhao Xing kissed my neck, he said: "This is my fixed place."

A fixed place is equivalent to a room where lovers or bed partners are often called over to solve physical problems.

I'm not surprised by Zhao Xing's answer, after all, I also have a few fixed places.

But to be honest, I mind a little, even though I know that the hotel staff will definitely change the bedding and clean the room every day, but the psychologically subtle cleanliness still makes me unhappy.

I'm not a very happy person, and I'm more aggressive. In the end, Zhao Xing was directly sent to the hospital by me.

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The charges in public hospitals are relatively low, but the treatment effect is very good.In the early years when Zhao Xing first developed, he often went to private hospitals for a period of time. Later, he compared the medical level of the two sides, and lived a life of going to private hospitals for minor illnesses and public hospitals for serious illnesses. Zhao Xing’s situation at that time It looks terrible, and it is still a public hospital, so we are more at ease.

I swiped his card and sent him to the best ward. He was pale and lethargic on the bed. Not long after, his assistant and his lawyer arrived.

I knew them and greeted them, but they looked very embarrassed. After a while, Zhao Xing's assistant asked, "What did the doctor say?"

"It takes about half a month to recuperate. Let's arrange his work online."

"Okay, Mr. Cui, I'll ask someone to buy a set of your daily necessities..."

"No," I interrupted him, "I won't accompany you to the bed, you can hire some nurses."

"……it is good."

I glanced at Zhao Xing, thinking whether to wait for him to wake up before leaving, or to leave while he was asleep.

The latter seemed a bit scumbag, but it really won my heart—so I stood up straight, picked up my coat, and said calmly, "You stay with him, I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

I saw consternation in the eyes of Zhao Xing's assistant, and I saw anger in the eyes of Zhao Xing's lawyer, but they have nothing to do with me, so why should I change my decision for the sake of their eyes and mood.

I put on my coat and pushed open the door. The smell of disinfectant was oncoming. I closed the door and walked through the corridors of patients, family members and medical staff. When I was about to go downstairs, I suddenly felt a sense of absurdity. Feel.

This is the hospital, the place where the wounded are healed, my former lover lies here, and I am the one who caused his injury.

Oh, by the way, he's not quite right.

From this point of view, my behavior is very wrong, and I can even go to the police station for a few days, but the victim is probably the person who most hopes that I can stay with him.

On the contrary, it was me, the perpetrator, who regarded him as troublesome and wished to leave him as soon as possible.

From this point of view, I can upgrade from playing coffee to becoming a scumbag.

When I stepped out of the hospital gate, I breathed out a sigh of relief, feeling that I had been relieved for a short time from a very depressed state.

Zhao Xing will be in the hospital for half a month, and I have at least half a month to live without rest. I sat in a taxi and started to look through the objects I had used in WeChat, and finally found one that I was interested in.

I asked him: "Break in love?"

He replied to me: "How do you know?"

I waited for three seconds, and he sent me an address, and a room number.