My brother became a playboy

The institute was going to hold an all-staff meeting the next day. Brother Bai asked me if I wanted to attend at night. I replied "forget it" and went through the leave process from the personnel side. The reason was very reasonable—— — "Preparing for the wedding".

The eldest sister of personnel affairs has been around for so many years, and she still has the temperament to spread the word to the entire research institute within two hours.

It didn't take long for my mobile phone to be full of greeting messages from my colleagues, and Dean Li even asked his wife to call me, expressing that he would give me a separate "marriage fund", I guess They wanted to talk about dowry or betrothal gift, but they couldn't tell the difference between me and Zhao Xing, so they had to be so vague.

I expressed my gratitude, but rejected the "marriage fund". Zhao Xing and I are not short of money, and I don't want to accept this favor either.

The teacher-student friendship that I had with Dean Li in the past has almost dissipated now. If it wasn't for the wrong timing, I would probably stab him instead of making false claims with him like I am now.

I politely declined the money, hung up the phone, and found that Zhao Xing had stopped what he was doing and looked up at me.

I asked him naturally: "Do you want to continue the investigation tomorrow?"

He also responded to me very naturally: "I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight."

What tortures people is often the time before waiting for the result.

I helped him put the notebook aside and said to him, "Then I won't sleep."

"Don't sleep anymore?" There was a little doubt in his brows and eyes, and it seemed that he really didn't understand what I meant.

"Don't sleep anymore." I gave him an affirmative answer, reached out and unbuttoned the top button of his close-fitting shirt.

He held my wrist and said softly, "I'm not in the mood."

My fingers slid down to undo his second button, and I said, "It's okay, as long as I'm in the mood."

He stared at me for a few seconds, then let go of his hand meekly, allowing me to move.

The moonlight shines on the floor of the room through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. We turned off the lights tacitly, hugged each other tightly in the dark, and occasionally let out a little gasp.

Zhao Xing is very good today, his fingers brushed across my shoulder, but he didn't scratch me with his nails as usual, instead he brushed gently with his soft fingertips.

He is like a cat who is worried that its owner will starve to death. He has taken away all the sharp minions, and his eyes are full of tears. He is pitiful and harmless.

I kissed the wet liquid on his cheek without asking him if it was sweat or tears. He wrapped me tightly for a while, but then he loosened it as if suddenly realized-I knew he was afraid of hurting me.

We tossed and tossed all night, then snuggled together again, watching the sun rise slowly outside the window, I put my arms around his shoulders, and said to him: "Go to sleep, wake up, everything will be fine."

But he took out the wet tissue beside him, wiped his face, and said to me: "The result should be out soon, I'll call and ask."

I sighed silently and had to say, "No matter what happens, life must go on as usual."

Zhao Xing hummed, got up from the cushion, and the sun fell on his mottled body, like a statue of Asura smeared with essential oil.

All of a sudden, I was confused.

I looked at his leaving back, and suddenly felt a little unwilling.

My Zhao Xing is such a good person, how could I be willing to abandon him and walk my way to Huangquan ahead of time.

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The soundproofing effect of this house is very good. I couldn't hear what Zhao Xing said outside, but I wasn't too anxious. In the end, I had to choose one of the two. In my opinion, it's useless to be anxious.

I turned on my phone and played a battle game. A game lasted for 5 minutes. Before half of the game, Zhao Xing opened the door again.

His whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, sweating profusely, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

He said: "Cui Minglang, your illness is not difficult to treat, it's just a false alarm."

After saying this, he seemed to have lost most of his strength and had to lean on the door frame.

I was a little surprised by this result, but there was no emotional fluctuation. I have always been the type of person who thinks things in the worst direction. Now that I got an unexpectedly good result, I can take it calmly.

But I am more or less happy.

I got off the bed and hugged Zhao Xing firmly. He put most of his body weight on me. To be honest, it was a bit heavy.

I moved my hand down his neck to his back and said softly, "Don't be afraid."

Don't be afraid that I will leave you and go to the end of life ahead of time.

Don't be afraid that the time we spend together is too short to comfort the rest of our lonely life.

You and I are villains, and the gates of heaven don't open so easily to us.

We hugged each other for a long time, until I moved subconsciously because of the sore shoulder, Zhao Xing let go of me, and he said: "When the wedding is over, we will be hospitalized together."

I nodded and said, "OK."

He spent 10 minutes talking about my disease, which is a very rare disease, but fortunately, there was a very great doctor who spent decades in order to save his daughter and developed Specific drugs.

This special drug is expensive, but money is really not a problem for me and Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing hugged and said that he planned to take a certain percentage of Venusstar's profits to support the research and development of special drugs for rare diseases. I nodded and teased him that the big capitalist is particularly conscientious today.

He put his forehead against mine and said a very sweet love story.

He said, "I'd like to be a bad guy for you, and I'd like to be a good guy for you."