My brother became a playboy

There will also be singing and dancing competitions. I didn’t intend to sign up, but one of the contestants fell ill temporarily, so I was forced to save the show. The costumes were uglier than I imagined. I could barely bear it, but I didn’t expect the next time Zhao Xing visited When I was there, I was even shown a video of my performance through the glass.

"I watched it a dozen times," he said.

I looked at my shaved body on the screen, and it was really hard to praise myself for my good looks, so I could only say, "You're not tired of watching it."

"At the end of the year, you can only see it so many times, how can you get bored?"

Zhao Xing raised his finger and poked in the direction of my cheek through the glass. He said, "I redecorated our previous wedding room. After you come out, let's move back in."

I didn't disappoint him, but I just wanted to ask him when I promised to move back and live with him.

I stared at him with my eyes, and after a few seconds, he curled up his fingertips as if he had realized something, and said, "Cui Minglang, I want to be with you, okay?"

——Cui Minglang, I want to be with you, okay?

I leaned forward, my forehead was pressed against the cold glass, and the tip of my nose was squeezed a little painfully. I guess, my current appearance must not be very good-looking.

Zhao Xing withdrew his hand, and pressed his forehead against the glass just like me. We seemed to be inseparable, but were separated by two layers of glass.

I just want to tease him and say "no" to him a few times, and he will most likely ask me over and over again as he did when he confessed his confession back then.

I opened my lips and what I said was, "Okay."

I was actually reluctant to make him sad at this moment, and I was actually afraid that there was a one in ten thousand possibility for him, so I didn't insist on asking him several times.

Worry comes from love, fear comes from love.

When I didn't see Zhao Xing, I was fine, but when I saw him, I couldn't deny that I still loved him.

I still love him.

"I love you." Zhao Xing's voice was not too loud. He said this, sat up straight, and wiped his face.

I looked at him for a few seconds and said, "Let's talk about it after we get out."

"Soon." He seemed very determined.

"Don't do unnecessary things." I reminded him.

"Okay." He agreed very neatly.

--

A few months later, during this period there was a lot of news, sometimes there was good news, sometimes there was bad news. With the arrival of winter, Zhao Xing brought me a lot of new clothes, each of which was very beautiful, except for the clothes , and a few bunches of candied haws. While I was eating the candied haws, I heard Zhao Xing say that he dipped them himself.

"You have a lot of energy."

"Since I stopped messing around, I have a lot of spare time. It's good to learn more things or do some handicrafts when I have nothing to do."

The candied haws are sweet and taste good. I thought about it and asked, "You have said so well about yourself. If it is a lie, what should you do, what should I do?"

Zhao Xing moved closer to me, looked straight into my eyes, and said, "I didn't lie to you, after you went in, I didn't touch anyone again."

"It's you, have you ever engaged in a few prison romances?"

"No, I don't like men who don't like to be clean."

Zhao Xing just laughed, not the kind of capitalist smile, but the kind of hearty laugh that he remembered.

He said: "It seems that it is so difficult to engage in Plato."

I didn't comment on this, and Zhao Xing didn't care about my attitude. He talked with me for more than ten minutes, and when it was time to visit, he turned and left.

--

On the 23rd day of the lunar calendar of this year, when I was in prison for 3 to [-] days, my case review was held. The trial was open for two hours. Our lawyer provided brand new evidence, and the presiding judge pronounced me innocent in court.

After the trial was over, I walked to the auditorium step by step, and finally hugged Zhao Xing through the railing after a long absence.

His lips were cold and fell on my cheek, but his heart was beating extremely fast, and I could vaguely hear the sound of "plop", "plop".

He hugged me tightly, licked my earlobe, and murmured: "Mingming, let's go home."

The way home was more difficult than imagined. A large number of reporters surrounded the various exits of the procuratorate, and Zhao Xing's car was parked in the parking lot across the road.

Zhao Xing had already wrapped my prison uniform with a thick coat, he put his arms around my shoulders, and together with the two bodyguards, walked forward with difficulty, trying to squeeze out a passage.

Several microphones appeared in front of me from time to time, and various questions rang in my ears one after another. I vaguely saw someone broadcasting live, and there was even a drone device not far away.

Zhao Xing and I remained silent. After 10 minutes, other bodyguards invited by Zhao Xing opened a road from the outside and escorted us into the car—it was a caravan equipped with a bathroom. I went in and took a shower calmly, changed into the clothes that Zhao Xing had prepared, dried my hair, picked up bottles and cans, and sat beside Zhao Xing to wipe my face.

While wiping, I glanced at the scenery outside the window, and asked Zhao Xing casually, "Where are you going?"

Zhao Xing was also very casual, and replied to me: "Civil Affairs Bureau."

I paused, turned my head to look at him, and asked knowingly, "Why are you going?"

"Remarried." Zhao Xing dipped the cream in my hand with his fingertips, and touched the center of my brow, "You don't agree, brother Minglang?"

I gave a "tsk" and said, "You have already thought about it, you are going to catch me off guard."

"I really thought about it a long time ago." Zhao Xing drew circles on my forehead with his finger, "If you wait a few days after you come out, there is a high probability that you will not be as easy to deceive as you are now."

"What if I don't agree now?" I grabbed Zhao Xing's fingertips, held them in my palm, and played with them carefully.

"Then please agree." He lowered his head, his brows and eyes looked very gentle, as if gentle and harmless.

"If you just go straight to get married like this, there is no sense of ceremony." I let go of Zhao Xing's fingertips, touched Zhao Xing's cheek, and squeezed his face into a strange shape.

He let me knead it in a good temper, and when I had done it, I found a box from the drawer under the countertop, opened it, and took out a not-so-beautiful silver ring from it. He said: " I did it myself, and it doesn’t cost much, what do you want?”

"How much manual work have you done this year?" I complained, but stretched out my finger, "Yes."

Zhao Xing pushed the ring to the bottom of my middle finger. The size was just right. He lowered his head and kissed the finger wearing the ring, and said, "Marry me."

I took a breath, and without any reason to hesitate, I replied, "Okay."