My brother became a love brain

It is difficult to change a person's personality. Song Dongyang and I are barely childhood sweethearts, and I know him relatively well.

But the Song Dongyang in front of me is both familiar and unfamiliar to me. Many of his details and preferences have changed, which makes me even suspect that he is being replaced by someone else.

I have always been a character with strong mobility. On the one hand, I entrusted someone to investigate what happened to Song Dongyang in the past year. On the other hand, I sat by Song Dongyang's bed and reached out to touch it naturally. His face, asked: "We sleep together?"

Song Dongyang's eyes lit up, as if he was looking forward to it, but he seemed to have remembered something, shook his head and said, "Sleep in separate beds, we are not married after all."

The reason for the refusal was not that his leg was injured, but that he was not married yet. This was an answer in line with Song Dongyang's character, but if it was him, he would not show such an expectant expression at all.

My hand slid from his cheek to his neck, and began to unbutton his hospital gown one by one. He raised his hand and held my wrist weakly, but he didn't seem to be refusing.

I met his eyes, and at that moment, I seemed to see a completely strange soul in the familiar pupils.

My fingers slid across his neckline and stopped on the small scar on his chest. I remember that this scar was left by Song Dongyang's fall when he was a child.

He smirked and asked me, "What's wrong?"

I didn't speak, just pressed the scar, and said: "When you recover from illness, let's hold the wedding."

He nodded, as if he couldn't wait, and said, "Okay."

Sure enough, something is wrong.

I didn't insist on sharing the same bed with Song Dongyang, but when the nurse came at night, I stood next to him and carefully observed his body. It was exactly the same as I remembered. If it was a disguise, the technique would be too superb.

Before I went to bed, I still hadn’t received the investigation report, but the entrusted investigator dutifully sent me a message—“The situation is complicated, and it will take 3 to 5 working days.”

I replied "thank you" to him, and he rarely said something human: "Are you okay?"

"Of course I'm fine." I said this without any pretense. I knew for sure that there was something wrong with Song Dongyang, but it didn't matter. I would always find a way to solve it.

The next day was a sunny day, and Wang Dong made a video call. He thanked me and told me that he had reconciled with his younger brother, and the two of them picked a new car for me together.

I didn't refuse, and told him to communicate more with his brother in daily life, and send someone to keep an eye on that woman, so as not to let her cause any trouble again.After listening to my long series of words, Wang Dong said leisurely: "Chi Rui, if you are a woman, the people chasing you will have to form a [-]-meter line."

I sneered and replied to him: "I'm a man, and there are quite a few people chasing me."

Wang Dong stopped talking, and after a while, he discussed investment and financial management with me again. I mentioned several film and television drama projects that I have been paying attention to recently with him, and he made an appointment with me. It's all his, and it seems that he is sure to make a profit without losing money.

I had to remind him of the risks involved, but he just wanted to refute me in a serious way—"When did your eyes miss it?"

We threw sugar-coated bullets at each other for 10 minutes, and finally hung up the phone. I put away the phone and went back to the ward, just in time to see Song Dongyang put down the phone.

There was panic in his eyes, but he pretended to be calm and said: "Just now my friend called."

"Yeah." I thought to myself that I have always treated people kindly and politely. Song Dongyang in the past was not afraid of me at all, and sometimes threatened me a little bit, but this Song Dongyang in front of me seems to be very afraid of me.

This kind of fear, like knowing the real bad character hidden under my gentle skin, is really interesting.

The nurse came in just at this time, and I sat beside him and stared at it, while returning to the news of the Chi family and the Song family. There was nothing wrong with the news from all parties, or the matter of Song Dongyang's raising a lover hadn't been brought to the table yet. On the other hand, or a group of people have already negotiated a charter in private and made up their minds to hide it from me.

I switched the camera interface, took a photo of Song Dongyang's face, and patiently rubbed my skin for 10 minutes before opening Moments and posting the photo with the words "My fiancé is sick, so sad.

After refreshing it a bit, relatives and friends liked it one after another, but a friend who is very close to me and Song Dongyang poked me privately and asked me to come out for a drink and chat when I was free.

This is a very abnormal signal, my friend is always considerate, how could he ask me out rashly when he knew that Song Dongyang was being treated in the hospital.

Unless, he has some news and wants to tell me face to face.

I licked my dry lips, said hello, and made an appointment with him for a time and place to meet.

When I put down the phone, I just caught Song Dongyang's gaze, and he stared at me, as if he was attracted by this skin.

I lowered my head, leaned closer to him, and asked, "Can I kiss you?"

His eyes were shining, he didn't seem to be looking at his lover, but rather like looking at some great treasure, his Adam's apple moved, but he said, "Don't kiss me."

I sneered, too lazy to play the trick of retaliation, I simply sat up straight and said, "Song Dongyang, I have no patience."

A hint of surprise quickly slipped across his face, and his voice was low, a little pitiful and delicate, and he said: "I hope to do this after I get married."

"Yeah." I replied, with a gloomy face, deliberately showing displeasure.

Song Dongyang stretched out his hand, held mine, and said, "Don't be angry, okay?"

"There's nothing to be angry about," I stared at him, "If you don't let me play, the worst thing is to find someone to play with."

"Are you kidding—" He opened his eyes wide, not angry, but surprised.

"It's not a big deal," I imitated Wang Dong's appearance, and said nonchalantly, "You and I are just a marriage contract, and playing each other is also a way of getting along."

"But you-"

"Ok?"

His face was ashen, but he seemed to be worried about something, and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

I stared at him, and found more and more suspicious points in his micro-expression, but his expression became more calm and calm, and asked again: "You lived in the hospital for a few days, why didn't the person you rescued come to see?"

"I also almost bumped into him." He seemed not expecting my topic to change so quickly, and he responded in a hurry.

"I heard from Uncle Song that it's clearly a highway, and that man is standing in front of you, forcing you to turn the steering wheel. You didn't do anything wrong, but he seems to be trying to hurt you on purpose."

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