My brother became a playboy

I used to be a person who didn't believe in marriage, nor in love.

Zhao Xing made me believe in love. When I was young, I thought that our marriage would be happy, but it turned out to be nothing.

Metaphysically speaking, the last marriage didn't get off to a good start—we were so strenuous at the wedding that even the vows were a bit perfunctory.

Life may require a sense of ritual, otherwise the road ahead will be so long and there will be too few things worth remembering.

I made a suggestion, and Zhao Xing readily agreed. He is no longer a young man in his teens or twenties, and the joy in his eyebrows and eyes is already very happy proof.

He glanced down at his electronic calendar, and while sending a message to someone, he said, "Next weekend?"

"Will it be a little rushed?"

"Fortunately," Zhao Xing showed a proud smile, "I can hire more staff now to prepare for our wedding."

Really evil capitalists.

I smiled, but I didn't dislike Zhao Xing's behavior.

Using legitimate money to obtain higher quality services is the original intention of making money.

After sending a message for a while, Zhao Xing closed his notebook and said, "Now, we can go home together."

"Just go home?"

I thought that Zhao Xing came to me with his work because he had some special arrangements at night. As we all know, the city is very congested during the evening rush hour. If you want to arrive at a certain place at the same time, the best way is to go to the same place at the same time. Set off.

"Originally there were other arrangements," Zhao Xing began to pack his backpack, "but now there is no need for it."

I thought for a few seconds, and said in a positive tone: "Your original arrangement was to trick me into having a wedding with you."

Zhao Xing nodded lightly and said: "The goal has been achieved, and the time should be used for more important things."

"What's more important than convincing me to get married?"

"Hold you and sleep well together."

I looked at the overly obvious dark circles under his eyes, and agreed with his statement: "It is true."

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We walked out side by side, my steps were bigger, Zhao Xing's steps were bigger, when I slowed down, Zhao Xing also slowed down, we have a tacit understanding and harmony, fingers Occasionally, I would touch each other's fingers, but I didn't shake his hand, and he didn't shake mine either, keeping a little distance, maintaining warmth and ambiguity.

We each got into the car, and Zhao Xing’s headlights illuminated my way, but I didn’t take a step forward. I stepped on the gas pedal, drove through the section of the road illuminated by him, and passed his car, But soon, his car followed me - I saw his car in the rear mirror.

His car is like his people, seemingly docile, but actually powerful, like a shadow, everywhere.

I activated the voice service in the car, ordered an old love song, hummed a few words, and found that it was the one Zhao Xing liked very much.

We have been together for so long that even our preferences gradually become the same.

Instead of switching the song, I let it play to the end and chose to loop again.

Just as I didn't replace Zhao Xing, I still decided to continue walking with him.

Human nature is to like the new and dislike the old. Zhao Xing is my old man. I thought I was tired of him at one time, but later I found out that I still have old feelings for him.

And this old relationship is enough for us to survive a long time and move towards the ending of growing old together.

After all, I'll never fall so deeply in love with a man again.

Zhao Xing always makes promises, but I know myself very well.

If the promise is not about to die, I will not indulge my feelings for him-I am suspicious, indifferent, conceited, it is difficult to trust a person, and I am stingy to give my sincerity.

I have more sympathy for promises than liking, and true, unreserved love for Zhao Xing.

I may like the beautiful appearance, soft body, and gentle company of the new couple, but the person I love, from beginning to end, is only Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing's car drove to my left at some point, he slid down the window, and I slid down the window tacitly.

Spring is coming quietly, the evening wind is no longer cold, we are waiting for the red light to turn green.

Our car was too close, he heard the song playing in my car, turned his face slightly, and shouted at me: "You like this song too?"

I glanced at him, and replied: "It's normal."

Zhao Xing stopped talking, but hummed along with the music in my car—his behavior didn't look like a capitalist at all, he was very immature and cute.

The red light in front of me finally turned green, I stepped on the accelerator first, and before leaving his car, I said to him: "I love you who like this song."

After dozens of seconds, Zhao Xing's car caught up with me. His car window was still open, and he seemed to want to say something to me, but I didn't want any traffic accidents to happen because of his agitation. I was cold and ruthless , I had already slid and closed the car window, and after a few seconds, my mobile phone rang——Zhao Xing sent several voice messages, and finally just dialed the voice application.

I didn't pick it up, but he also understood what I meant, we speeded up the car tacitly, and returned to our home smoothly, and Zhao Xing even arrived at the garage a little earlier than me.

I turned off the engine and lowered my head to unfasten my seat belt, but someone knocked on the car window a few times. I looked up and saw Zhao Xing's overly handsome face.

The lights in the garage were a bit dim, as if a filter had been applied to Zhao Xingdu. The past years had been fast-forwarded at this moment, and Zhao Xing's childhood, youth, and youth had passed before my eyes. I didn't want to admit it. I have liked him since I was little.

I finally unbuckled my seat belt, but instead of opening the door, I slid down the window again—I smelled the familiar scent of his perfume.

Zhao Xing stuck his head in and asked me politely: "Can I kiss you?"

He looked like he asked me when he was very young, "Can I sit next to you?"

I nodded like I did decades ago, softened my voice, and said to him, "Yes."

The young Zhao Xing laughed and sat beside me.

The older Zhao Xing also laughed and kissed my lips.

We kiss across the car door in a dark garage, in an uncomfortable position, but the vibe is on point—or, too much.

I was still coaxed by him to open the car door. He stepped into the cab and tore my shirt with his hand.

I spent 5 minutes trying to convince him to come in with me.

In the 6th minute, he grasped the vital point, and his sensibility overwhelmed his rationality.

The windows of the car were adjusted to a dark color, but the shaking of the car could not be controlled.

There is nothing in the car, but Zhao Xing and me are enough.

We were absurd for two hours, Zhao Xing limped out of my car, he leaned in front of my car door, watched me pick up the broken shirt, and deliberately made fun of me: "Don't feel sorry for a shirt, brother Buy you a hundred pieces, and you can tear up one piece every day."

I gave him a cold look, wiped the indescribable liquid on the car seat with a cloth, and said, "There will be no next time."

Zhao Xing chuckled a few times and said, "If there is one, there will be two. I will dare to do it next time."

I picked a smaller piece of fabric and motioned Zhao Xing to lower his head. Zhao Xing leaned over without hesitation, and then I gagged his mouth with the fabric.

He didn't resist, but frowned and lowered his eyes meekly.

I touched the hair on the back of his head and said, "It's not safe here. Next time, you can try the deserted wilderness."

His eyes are bright, but unfortunately his lips are blocked, so he can only make a whining sound.

I withdrew my hand, but he didn't take out the fabric with his hand, but bent down meekly, waiting for my other actions.

I pulled out my belt, looped it around his neck, fastened it loosely, and then strangled in my direction.

Doubt and struggle flashed in Zhao Xing's eyes, his body squatted down slowly - I stopped his movement and hugged him.

"That's all right." I whispered softly against his ear.

Zhao Xing whimpered a few times and hugged me back.

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That night, Zhao Xing raised one leg and let me mess around.

I played dirtytalk and said that Zhao Xing is like a dog.

Afterwards, Zhao Xing patted my head and said firmly: "You are reluctant."

I really can't bear it.

I know how to tame a person.

All my past lovers have been domesticated by me like a dog.

But I never used those methods on Zhao Xing.

I know that he loves me, and I also know that as long as I treat him a little more gently and coax him a few times, he will step into my pre-set trap little by little, will willingly become my confinement, and will regard me as his everything.

I know what to do, but I don't want to.

Maybe back then, I loved Zhao Xing more than I imagined, so much that I wanted to give him freedom.