My brother became a playboy

Zhao Xing didn't seem surprised by my answer.

We are no longer teenagers, we have passed the age of hysteria and mental breakdown for a few words.

He crossed his hands and pinched his knuckles one by one with his fingers, making a crisp "creaking" sound.

He said, "You make a price, and I'll see if I can accept it."

I refuted him: "If I could open it, I would have opened it long before the divorce."

"That's right, if you don't like it anymore, it's useless to do anything." Zhao Xing looked up at me with burning eyes, "Cui Minglang, you like my previous appearance, don't you?"

I really want to answer "yes", but if I say that, Zhao Xing will probably go crazy.

We all know that Zhao Xing has become like this, there are his reasons, and there are also my reasons.

If he didn't become ruthless, it would be impossible for him to accumulate his current family business, and it would be impossible for him to be engaged and married to me smoothly.

If he doesn't become unruly, it is impossible for him to continue to be entangled with me, and it is even more impossible for him to tolerate my physical relationship with other people.

And I don't like him the way he is now.

In a sense, I am not a good thing either.

My silence gave Zhao Xing the answer. Zhao Xing closed his eyes and lay down heavily on the bed.

He said, "Are you still concerned about that man from abroad?"

The man from abroad?

After thinking for a few seconds, I finally found out from my memory the boy whose family was ruined by Zhao Xing.

"I don't like him, I just use him to test your attitude, and then I hit him hard, firstly because he hurt you, and secondly because he wanted to seduce you."

Zhao Xing said it very sincerely, but I really didn't feel anything, so I had to say: "I don't mind him a long time ago."

"When I used to have a good time, it was usually when I was sick," Zhao Xingyou tried to speak well, "I haven't touched any other lovers recently, and I will break up with them all."

"It has nothing to do with me." I said truthfully.

"It doesn't matter if you don't agree to start over." Zhao Xing lowered his eyebrows, looking a little pitiful, "You just treat me as an ordinary bed partner, just remember to sleep with me once in a while."

I really want to say that I don't want to have any kind of indescribable relationship with you again.But I thought about Zhao Xing's illness again, and finally replied noncommittally: "It depends on my mood."

Zhao Xing seemed very happy, breathed a sigh of relief, and laughed again.

Looking at his appearance, I suddenly realized that the purpose of his negotiation with me today was nothing more than maintaining some physical contact—he had expected that I would not agree to start over with him, so I mentioned this first. It's just a negotiating technique.

I won't promise to reconcile with him, but there is a high probability that I will agree to a request that is not so difficult to grant because of pity.

Realizing this, I wasn't angry at all, but just advised him: "Actually, you can consider starting over with someone else, it's better to live through such entangled days."

Zhao Xing asked me back: "Even if we can become what we are now, how do you make me think about starting with someone else?"

What he said was so reasonable that I didn't have anything to refute for a while. Finally, after thinking about it, I said, "Take good care of your illness."

Zhao Xing rubbed the center of his brows, as if he was annoyed by me, and said: "You finally know that I am still a patient."

After staying with the bed for a long time, I got up to say goodbye, but Zhao Xing didn't stop me, but just gave me a bunch of keys and a stack of documents, and said, "I really want to show you the new house that day."

I took the key, shook it a few times, and said, "I can go and see for myself."

Zhao Xing's mood became obviously high, he said: "I decorated it according to your preferences, you must like it very much after seeing it."

I was noncommittal and said, "I'll take a look when I have time."

After leaving Zhao Xing's ward, I stopped by for a physical examination - during the examination, I bumped into a male nurse, who gave me a hint, but I pretended not to hear.

In the circle, there are more people who are accepted, and those who are attacked are relatively few. My appearance and size are considered top-notch. I often receive similar invitations and hints, and the number is annoying.

After leaving the hospital, I didn't go to the house that Zhao Xing gave me, but drove to the research institute, where I did solid experiments overnight.

My energy is always too much to be wasted on men, so it's better spent doing real things.

So for the next ten days, I went to see Zhao Xing during the day, and I went to do scientific research at night. I only slept for a few hours a day, but I felt much more energetic.

Zhao Xing teased me, saying that I used too much essence and blood in the past, and didn't sleep with men for a few days, so the effect was so amazing.

At that time, I was eating the luxurious lunch he ordered for me. I was short-mouthed, and I didn't sneer or refute, but I made a note of this account.

On the day Zhao Xing was discharged from the hospital, I used his body to settle the account. Even though I didn't send him back to the hospital, I still made him complain, bluntly saying, "You are simply crazy."

Whether I am crazy or not is debatable, but Zhao Xing is really sick. On the second day after he was discharged from the hospital, I dug out a bunch of my personal items from his closet, each of which was used by him Mark of.