My brother became a love brain

The welcome dinner is grand and grand. Song Dongyang and I abide by the etiquette and behave like a perfect nobleman. I am very impatient. This is the same thing every day in the third district. When I return to the ninth district, Song Dongyang will do the same for me .

I was counting the time, thinking about sleeping with Song Dongyang after the end, and chatting by the way.But there was an episode in the banquet hall. A service worker accidentally spilled a drink on a guest and started an argument with the guest.

I glanced in the direction of the dispute, and quickly looked away. Song Dongyang's face remained unchanged, and he tapped the table with his fingertips. Soon, his deputy stepped down to deal with the "little trouble" over there.

The deputy came back quickly, bent down again, and said a few words to Song Dongyang. Song Dongyang was silent for three seconds, and said in a low voice, "Put him in the guest room."

The deputy took the order and left. I was surprised and didn't hold back. I asked bluntly: "Is there any problem with that waiter? You didn't let someone drag him out, but put him in the guest room instead?"

Song Dongyang chuckled and said, "You are still the same, you can ask any questions you want, and you don't care about anything at all."

"If I still care about so much with you, how tiring will be the days."

Song Dongyang lowered his head and continued to cut the steak on the plate. After cutting into small neat pieces, he exchanged his plate for mine and said, "Let's eat."

I lowered my head to eat my steak, and the invisible depression of the night finally got better, and I put the question just behind me.

The dinner was finally over, I yawned cautiously, and followed Song Dongyang forward, I was so sleepy that I almost fell asleep, my body still instinctively maintained the inertia of walking forward, Song Dongyang didn't know what to think, suddenly I stopped in my tracks, and before I could react, the bridge of my nose hit his back directly.

He turned his head and asked me softly, "Sleepy?"

I was so sleepy, and my sanity was not very clear, I just lay on his back, and said to him like before, "I'm tired, I can't walk."

"I carry you?"

"it is good."

As soon as I finished speaking, he really supported my thigh and carried me on his back. I opened my eyes a little, but I heard him say softly, "Go to sleep."

I closed my eyes again and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I was lying on Song Dongyang's bed with my head turned, and Song Dongyang was still sleeping.

My heart was also itchy, and I couldn't help raising my hand to touch Song Dongyang's face, it was smooth and tender, more beautiful than a woman.

Song Dongyang blinked his eyelashes, opened his eyes, grabbed my wrist, and said in a low voice, "Don't touch it randomly."

I turned over, the soft bed flopped a bit, and I said, "Touch your face, it's not a rough touch."

"How can touching be considered random?" He looked at me helplessly, like a tolerant elder brother.

……harmonious……

I lay on the bed and couldn't help but say, "Your woman will be blessed in the future."

After finishing this sentence, I added another sentence: "Don't touch my sister, she is in poor health."

"Chi Rui." He suddenly called my name.

I turned to look at him.

He stared at me for a few seconds and said, "I don't like your sister."

I asked him back: "You don't like her, why did you agree to marry her then?"

He was silent for a while, and said, "Who made her your sister."

What he said made me very worried. I turned over, turned my back to him, and didn't speak.

He sighed softly, and said: "Chi Rui, I will marry your sister, we will always be brothers."

This is the second time he has promised me, but when I heard this sentence, I was not as happy as I imagined.

I don't know what I'm unhappy about, but I didn't stay in the Ninth District for a few days before returning home.

Song Dongyang formally submitted an application to my father to hold a wedding, and my father also agreed. A grand wedding requires complicated preparations, and I also participated in the preliminary preparations for the wedding, so I don't have time to think about messy things.

When my sister heard the news of the marriage, her condition improved greatly. After a long absence, she got out of the wheelchair and walked around the garden. I held her hand and told her the details of the wedding in detail. Her face was flushed. ,very beautiful.

She said: "Brother, if I can marry him, even if I die, I will have no regrets."

I can't refute her words, the doctor has told me that my sister has less than three months to live, that's why I let Song Dongyang and my sister hold the wedding regardless.

I know that Song Dongyang doesn't like my sister, and I also know that Song Dongyang is not a good match for my sister at all.

I just want to let her go without regrets.

However, just the day before the wedding, Song Dongyang made a request to my family to cancel the wedding, and the reason was absurd-"There is a man who is pregnant with his child."

At that time, I was bored, folding the napkins at the wedding venue, when the waiter told me the news, I kicked over the nearest table and chair, pulled out my gun and went to find Song Dongyang.

My mother asked someone to stop me, she said with a cold expression, "Chi Rui, don't be ashamed anymore."

She added: "Don't go looking for him, your sister just got the news, she won't last for a few hours."

I froze in place, the gun slipped from my palm, I rushed to my sister's bedroom, someone was calling my name, trying to stop me, but I couldn't hear anything.

I knelt by her bed, she turned pale and turned to look at me.

I reached out and took her hand, and she gave me a weak smile, like a dying swan.

"I know he doesn't like me," she said with difficulty, "I'm just asking for more."

Tears welled up in my eyes in an instant, and endless remorse flooded me. I regretted not stopping their engagement. I regretted going to the Ninth District to facilitate this wedding. It's a lame excuse to grind my sister's face and my family's glory under my feet.

"I don't hate Song Dongyang," my sister opened her eyes, allowing me to see the emotion in her eyes clearly, "but he is a devil, brother, don't be friends with him from now on."

I opened my mouth, but I couldn't say what I promised.

At this moment, I still have fantasies about him, and have the ridiculous extravagant hope of "maybe there is a misunderstanding".

"Brother, my silly brother."

She touched my palm with her slender fingers, turned her head, and slowly closed her eyes.

"Chi Tingting—"

She didn't give me any more response.

She is dead.