My brother became a playboy

I lay back on the bed again, closed my eyes, and the first thought that came to my mind was "Will Zhao Xing go in because of breaking the law and committing a crime?"

Then I thought of the gold medal lawyer team in Zhao Xing's company, the lawyer's certificate he obtained, and his always cautious character. He is probably wandering in gray places, but he has kept the bottom line of the law, or another way of saying it , what he did was unreasonable but legal.

My three views may not be correct, so I was relieved because of this, and had the idea of ​​"it's fine".

I'm not a bad person, and I'm even close to being a good person in my daily behavior, but frankly, I don't have many people in my heart.

Zhao Xing holds a very high position in my heart, so high that as long as he doesn't hurt me or himself, I won't stop him from hurting anyone.

I can beautify my mentality as "helping relatives but not helping others", but I prefer to be honest, I just have a little anti-social personality, and I don't have so many "sense of justice" and "empathy" of normal people.

Zhao Xing did these things behind my back, as long as he didn't break the law and didn't kill anyone, I wouldn't accuse him of these actions.

But I still have to find a way to stop him from being so crazy. He often walks by the river, and his shoes are not wet. I don't want him to go in again after I come out, and we will have another prison scene.But this matter can't be rushed, just expose him and tell him not to do this again, he will most likely agree to it on the face, and do it more behind the scenes-he will think that my blocking is due to liking for my lover, not worry about him.

I need to find a good time to talk to him, or reassure him that I won't feel affection for anyone else.

The latter is more difficult, because I just realized that when I had a crisis of trust in Zhao Xing, Zhao Xing also had the same emotion for me.

I suspect that Zhao Xing may choose to come out because of physical temptation, and Zhao Xing also suspects that I will easily fall in love with younger and more vigorous men.

The relationship between us is like a seedling that has survived a hailstorm. What we should do is not to dig out the root of this seedling to see if it is intact, but to start building a greenhouse, take good care of it, and don’t call it Lost life.

I gradually made up my mind, slowed down my breathing, and fell asleep again not long after.

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The next day was a heavy snow day, and Zhao Xing braved the heavy snow to go out to work. During the work break, he sent me a link to keep updating photos online - I saw a lot of close-up photos of him in the link.

He was going to participate in a special forum in the industry today. He was dressed in a suit and there were thousands of people in the audience. Zhao Xing spoke for a full hour. In addition to the live photos, his speech was also uploaded online.

I watched it for a while, turned off the link to the live broadcast, and then received a news feed about Zhao Xing on a popular app—click on it to see the latest views he shared, as well as handsome photos.

After a long time, I have a little desire to work. Zhao Xing is constantly moving forward. I always have to make some achievements, lest one day Zhao Xing and I break up for some reason. Netizens call him a "young talent" and turn to me. wife".

I stayed in the hotel to write a thesis for a day, and at noon I ordered room service directly, and lunch was delivered to my bedroom.

I was so busy that I forgot to sleep and eat, so that when Zhao Xing appeared in front of me again, I was startled, leaned back on the pillow, and held the laptop that was about to fall.

Zhao Xing was still wearing the same suit that he left in the morning. He lowered his head, looked at me condescendingly, and asked, "Are you scared?"

There's nothing I can't admit. I don't like to save face in front of Zhao Xing. I nodded and said, "I was busy with work just now, so I didn't notice you coming."

"Didn't go out all day?" Zhao Xing's eyes fell on the empty plate on the table.

"No." I saved the file, clicked shutdown, closed the notebook again, and put it on the bedside, "I want to do more scientific research, and the timing is just right now."

"When?" He tore off his tie, revealing a small section of white skin.

"Academician Li has become Dean Li." I tried to speak about it in a calm tone.

Zhao Xing smiled at first, as if he wanted to congratulate me, but quickly restrained his smile, looked at me blankly for a few seconds, and asked, "Is it him?"

"It's him," I sighed, "he used me as a fool, stirred up public opinion on the Internet, and then told the dean to mess himself up. In the end, I came out, and the dean went in. The mess of the institute was hesitant. Whether you want to take it or not, he will naturally take the position."

"Then what do you want to do?" Zhao Xing rubbed the top of my hair with his hands, "Tell him to step down, okay?"

"Forget it," I replied without hesitation, "He is in that position. In the short term, I still have benefits. Let's see."

"You don't seem like a soft-hearted person." Zhao Xing didn't know when he was on my bed, and kissed me on my cheek and neck, "I like your teacher very much?"

"He is already seventy, what do I like about him?" I intentionally misinterpreted the meaning of his "like" and hugged his strong waist with both hands, "I only like you."

Zhao Xing laughed out loud, and in the next moment, he kissed my lips. We started kissing. At first, there was a bit of temptation and tenderness, but soon it turned into a stormy plundering of each other.

After the kiss was over, Zhao Xing's lips slid all the way, and finally kissed my indescribable place. I grabbed his hair, pulled him up, and said, "You really want it."

Zhao Xing looked at me, his eyes sparkling, he raised an index finger to me, and said, "Just once."

I let go of his hair, patted his cheek, and said, "Impossible."

"..." Zhao Xing didn't ask why, but he became visibly disappointed.

I pinned him down and told him a story while being indescribable to him.

"Have you heard the story of the mantis?"

"what story?"

"After the wedding night, the male mantis disappeared, and the female mantis called the police. The black cat police came and investigated, only to find out that the female mantis swallowed his lover."

"Sounds like a horror story."

"I don't want to be a female mantis, and you don't want to be my male mantis. I want to be a normal person, not a pervert and a lunatic."