My brother became a love brain

I received a message from Song Dongyang before boarding the plane. He said that he had something to do and was going on a business trip to Europe, and he would send an assistant to pick me up.

I replied him with a sweet smile emoji package, and turned off the phone directly.

After getting off the plane and turning on the phone again, a text message from Song Dongyang’s father came in first. He told me that the Song family had sent a convoy to pick me up at the airport. In addition, some reporters also suggested to use the VIP channel.

I called back to thank him, hung up and called Song Dongyang again, but still no answer.

I rubbed the back of the phone with my fingers, thinking about the reason why he refused to answer the call. It didn't seem like it was purely for recuperation, but rather——inconvenience.

I dug out a friend's phone number from the address book and sent a message—"Help me find out about Song Dongyang's car accident."

After about 10 minutes, the other party replied to the message - "Sent your email."

I used the payment software to transfer a sum of money to him, and returned to him——"Thank you."

Naturally, I didn't refuse the Song family's careful arrangement. I got out of the VIP passage and got into the car directly.

I pretended not to notice this detail, closed my eyes slightly, and continued to pretend to be mature and sleeping.When the vehicle finally stopped, I opened my eyes and looked down at my phone. Sure enough, it was 15 minutes later than the normal time.

The driver got out of the car and opened the door. The bodyguard opened the way ahead. I entered the elevator smoothly. The girl who pressed the elevator pressed the sign for the third floor, looking a bit cramped.

"Don't be nervous." I reassured casually.

"Okay." She was even more nervous.

"Ding--"

I got out of the elevator door, and a nurse was waiting at the door, leading me to Song Dongyang's ward.

The door opened, and I saw Song Dongyang's sleeping face at a glance. One of his legs was in a plaster cast, half hanging in the air, obviously seriously injured.

"What about the medical records?"

The nurse waiting on the side handed over a stack of bound materials. I carefully read the symptoms, films and medications, handed the materials back, and sincerely replied "thank you".

Song Dongyang's ward is the highest level in this hospital, and there is an accompanying bed in the room. I sat next to him and sent a message to the assistant, making a list and asking him to purchase it and bring it to Song Dongyang's ward.

After this matter was arranged, I took back my mobile phone and wanted to wash my face in the bathroom attached to the ward.

But when I opened the door of the bathroom, I was not in a good mood. There was no other reason. On the shelf next to the sink, there were two blue towels. Judging from the material, they did not seem to be standard equipment in the hospital.

I turned my head and found another pink cup, which was not the style Song Dongyang would like.

I washed my face slowly, but without the two towels, I walked out of the bathroom, went to the bedroom, and gently opened the bedside table.

There are some remaining snacks in the nightstand, and a set of stainless steel lunch boxes.

I know Song Dongyang’s character well. He doesn’t seem like someone who can make these arrangements by himself. Thinking of his lies, the sudden hospitality of the Song family, and the vehicles turning halfway, I easily came to a conclusion——Song Dongyang With a lover.

Anger is not very angry, after all, there is no such thing as love between us, and I don't have such a strong possessive desire for him.

But I will still be a little angry. After all, I think I am Song Dongyang's brother, and our cooperation has always been smooth and smooth. Song Dongyang raised a young lover, which is regarded as putting down my face.

I stretched out my hand, touched his sleeping face, and couldn't help it, pinched my hand and said, "You'd better behave yourself."

You'd better be good, sometimes I can't control myself, and I can't predict how crazy things I will do, even if I don't care that much.

Song Dongyang slept until the evening, the assistant came once, brought a few people to deliver all the things I listed, and the whole room was changed.

When he woke up, I was reading a philosophy book beside his bed, and he whispered my name: "Chi Rui."

"Huh?" I put down the book and looked up at him, "Are you awake?"

"I'm sorry," his apology seemed quite sincere, "I didn't take care of myself, I got hurt, and it made you worry."

"anything else?"

"Also, in order to prevent you from worrying, he concealed his injury and even tried to deceive you." His voice was very gentle, and his eyes were looking at me, looking extraordinarily sincere, "I know I was wrong, please forgive me."

"And, I'm very happy that you can come back."

Song Dongyang's apology was too smooth, and because of his smoothness, he didn't look like him at all.

I looked down at him, thinking about what happened to make Song Dongyang change so much overnight, but I overturned all the reasons.

I leaned over and planted a kiss on his forehead, and he looked at me naturally, without any sign of blushing.

"You can kiss me on the lips next time," he said.

I laughed and said, "Okay."

Said to him again: "I will stay here and take care of you for a while."

He looks happy.

I ordered Dingfengxuan for dinner, and the waiter who delivered the food was very accommodating. In addition to delivering the food, he also sent a bouquet of flowers.

The flowers are beautiful red roses, a flower that Song Dongyang has never caught cold.

I put the flowers in a vase and asked him, "Does it look good?"

He replied to me: "As good-looking as you."

I took off a dark red petal, without showing any emotion on my face, I said: "You are always like this, sweet talk."

He didn't refute my words, I rubbed the petals together and squeezed out a few drops of juice, which stained my fingertips.

"The food is getting cold, why don't you eat?"

My words seemed to remind him, he picked up the rice bowl and started to eat, and I sat opposite him, staring at him while eating.

He reached out to pick up a chopstick of kelp, and ate happily. I paused, and picked up another piece of chicken, and put it in his bowl. He thanked me and ate the chicken too.

After dinner, I called the nurse over and helped Song Dongyang wipe his body, while I sat on the sofa and opened the email my friend sent me during the day.

Most of the emails contained scanned copies of the accident report. In addition, the friend also thoughtfully gave away the information of the person Song Dongyang avoided.

That man was a young and beautiful boy who was studying at university. What's more interesting was that he had been in and out of an apartment under Song Dongyang's name many times.

I opened the email, and my friend probably received a read receipt, and he gloated and sent me a message—"Congratulations, you have been green."

My response was to call him a sum of money, then simply dialed the phone and said bluntly, "Help me investigate Song Dongyang's whereabouts this year."

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