My brother became a love brain

"Just lost my mind, nothing happened."

As I said this, I knew in my heart that my situation had nothing to do with being distracted. Instead, it seemed that I had entered some kind of illusion and had some hallucinations.

Song Dongyang raised his hand and held my arm. He said again: "Go back to school as soon as possible, and don't worry about these trivial matters."

My eyes were blurred, I closed my eyes, then opened them again, and in front of my eyes was Song Dongyang's calm face.

I said: "I'll go back after I've settled Su Ran's matter."

"I will get rid of him." Song Dongyang promised again.

"I don't trust you anymore." It's not difficult to say this, and I'm even a little happy, "Song Dongyang, how many times do you want to lie to me when you go back on your word?"

"I didn't mean to lie to you." He acted like a victim.

"It doesn't matter what you think, I just look at what you did." I hugged him onto the bed and pressed him on top of him, with an overly ambiguous gesture, "What you can't do, I will do it for you, you should Thank you, don't you?"

Song Dongyang looked at me expressionlessly, and didn't refute my sophistry. Instead, he raised his upper body vigorously and touched mine with his lips.

The lips are touching and they are about to leave, but I got a little comfort in this simple action, very little, it is better than nothing.

I stared at him, thinking he would explain or persuade me, but he said to me: "Chi Rui, let's get married."

I raised my eyebrows, and I didn't hear any joy in his words. He said it as if he was trying to complete a certain task.

"Okay." I agreed because I was angry, and I wanted to see what kind of monster Song Dongyang could do and what troubles he would cause. Anyway, I am young enough and have energy to do things.

Song Dongyang closed his eyes, hugged my waist with both hands, showing no signs of letting go, and said, "If one day, I betray you..."

"You don't have to test me," I said, not at all in that inoculated tone. "If you betray me, for any reason, I'll make you pay."

I wanted to hear his reassurance, but he didn't say a word, like he was going to betray me by default, and it felt so fucked up, watching things get out of control and not being able to do anything about it.

I lay beside him, sank into the soft mattress, grabbed a doll and squeezed it to vent my temper, maybe the movement was a bit loud, Song Dongyang couldn't help but uttered: "Pinching the doll again? "

"En." I responded, and threw the doll in his direction, and replaced it with a new one.After playing for a while, I felt a chill down my spine, and turned my head. Song Dongyang opened his eyes at some point, and was staring at me again.

"Look what I do?"

"You're good-looking, I can't help but take a few more glances."

I sneered and said, "Did you coax your little lover in the same way?"

Song Dongyang denied it flatly: "I don't like him, and I have never coaxed him."

It is actually unnecessary to compare with others, but what he said made me a little bit happy.

I raised my hand, patted his cheek, and said, "Be good."

Be good, and I'll be nice to you too, let's not get into trouble.

He turned his head, licked my palm with his tongue, and said, "Chi Rui, I love you."

It was a confession, and I wasn't surprised at all.

"Thank you." I clearly said this response for the first time, but I answered it very familiarly, as if I had repeated it thousands of times in unknown years.

He didn't show any disappointment, either his confession was not sincere, or he already understood my answer.

But his "I love you" doesn't bother me much. I think people always look at what he does, and don't care what he says.

Even if Song Dongyang told me I love you [-] times, and he hung up on me once, it would be enough to kill the slightest affection I had just budded.

"Bang, bang, bang" there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" I asked aloud.

"Master, there is a visitor who wants to see you." The butler's voice sounded from outside the door.

"What's your name?" I don't remember that I had an appointment with a guest today, or a friend who called in advance to come to my house.

"That person claims to be Young Master Song's friend, and his name is Su Ran." The butler's voice was steady, and I subconsciously glanced at Song Dongyang, thinking that his scandalous news is really well-known, otherwise the butler wouldn't give him face. So say it.

Song Dongyang frowned, and said, "Don't go see him."

"Others have found the door of my house, I don't want to see him, it seems that I am afraid of him." I got up from the bed, pulled the jacket with the collar that was a bit down, "Do you want to go down with me? , meet your old lover?"

Song Dongyang showed a trace of hesitation on his face, and after a while, he said, "Okay."

"Forget it," I picked up a bottle of essence from the table and began to pour it on my face, "Your legs are inconvenient, just lie down on my bed and let me meet this little lover. "

"Okay." He answered quickly this time, and added, "Su Ran likes to lie, don't trust him."

I couldn't help laughing: "It seems that you have a guilty conscience when you say this."

Without waiting for his response, I pushed open the door with my slippers on, and saw the butler at the door, followed by a servant who was pushing a wheelchair.

"Song Dongyang is already asleep, don't bother him." I said this lightly, "Where is Su Ran now?"

"Still outside the gate," said the butler, with a straight posture, and he answered fluently, "This person has no invitation card, so he came uninvited. Naturally, he must report to the young master first, and then decide whether to let him in."

"Let him in. I heard that Su Ran is a singer. There is no need to prepare tea. Plain water is just right."

"Yes, sir."

I turned around and went into the cloakroom, picked out a set of casual clothes, and after changing, the familiar stylist was already waiting outside.

She smeared my face and tossed my hairstyle, I couldn't help asking her: "Why are you here?"

"I just came here to deliver the new season's shopping album." She looked very focused, and carefully modified the subtle blemishes on my face. "Your housekeeper asked me to help you create a charming enough makeup."

"Yeah." I didn't expect the housekeeper to have such a strong will to win at such an old age.

The stylist changed another brush, continued to do my makeup, and couldn't help admiring: "Young Master Chi, you are the most handsome man I've ever seen. Those starlets in the entertainment industry don't look as good as you at all."

"Thank you." I accepted her compliment without any guilt. When I was studying, I always came across postcards from so-called talent scouts. They invited me to enter the entertainment industry, but I have no interest in entering that industry. After all, I can't make money How much.

After I finished my makeup, the stylist made another necklace for me. The platinum body was inlaid with brilliant gemstones, and the pendant was a pink diamond the size of an egg.

"Too girly." I couldn't help but make a small protest.

The stylist was very persistent. She held the mirror in both hands and handed it to me: "This looks good."

I looked at myself in the glasses and agreed with her judgment: "Not bad."

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