My brother became a love brain

"Song Dongyang, do you have anything to say to me?"

After my mother left, I also relaxed a little, and simply asked out the doubts in my heart.

"When will the wedding be held?" He asked a question that was beyond my expectation, "I hope the sooner the better."

"After handing over to the wedding company, it will take about two months to prepare." I don't know if other people's discussion of the wedding will be very sweet, but I feel like I am discussing a business matter, "Your legs are still It will take more than two months to recuperate, considering the subsequent recovery and guest invitations, it can be tentatively scheduled for three months later."

"In three months?" His expression became blurred for a moment, "Choose a time you like."

I stared at him, and for a moment, I thought he was going to cry, but soon, I dismissed my ridiculous association.

I took out my mobile phone, turned to the calendar three months later, pointed to the number 18, and said, "Just this day."

Song Dongyang asked me: "Why did you choose this day?"

"1 is your lucky number, 8 is my lucky number, and 18 is just right on this day."

That's what I said and what I thought.

Song Dongyang lowered his head, and said, "Then let's decide this day."

I noticed his depressed mood, so I said: "Let's change the time, the 28th is also good."

He raised his head and looked at mine, my brain began to ache violently again, and the scene in front of me seemed to be distorted instantly.

"1 is your lucky number, 8 is my lucky number, and 18 is just right on this day."

"It's just right," Song Dongyang nodded with a smile, "I can't wait to have a wedding with you."

In the following days, I was not with Song Dongyang all the time.

I actually flew back to school once to take care of some urgent matters and get together with my friends over there a few more times.

Out of a psychology I don't understand, I didn't invite them to my wedding, but they kindly sent me a wedding gift in advance.

The day before I left, Bai Lan asked me out and got himself very drunk. His wine was very good, and when he was drunk, he couldn't ask any questions, and he couldn't say anything.

I've actually realized what he didn't say, but it's the best choice for us not to say it.

This time I went home on a private plane, so I was able to browse the web while lying flat and connected to WIFI, and I easily saw the new hot search keyword—"Su Ranbo"

I clicked into the trending search, and the most popular one was a video, and I clicked in again, and it was Su Ran playing the guitar and singing in the passageway of the suspected subway. To be honest, the singing was not bad.

The video ended soon, I clicked into the comments, and found that the comment area was full of uniform criticisms, but the content of the criticisms was very interesting. Most of them first praised Su Ran for being outstanding, and then expressed that Su Ran had suffered from the entertainment circle. Because of his unwillingness to be succumbed, he was frozen and blocked. The writers of the accusation and commentary were very well written, and some even wrote doggerel, which can be called catchy.

Apart from this Weibo, if you look down, it's basically Su Ran's personal Xiang Anli. Some of his fans have edited together the scenes of him participating in the competition, and the bottom is full of star chasing girls' screen licking and heartache.

At that moment, I had a wonderful premonition that Su Ran seemed to be the protagonist, while I looked like the arrogant villain.

My phone rang and the video call was from my cousin, who apologized under his breath and said someone would be on the matter right away.

I sighed softly, stopped his action, and said: "Brother, I'm not stupid, Su Ran can be on the top search, and there are so many marketing accounts speaking for him, there must be someone behind him."

My cousin didn't refute my words, as if he acquiesced.

"Song Dongyang?"

"It's not him," my cousin gave me an unexpected answer, "Su Ran met the chairman of Huarui Entertainment."

"It does have some ability," I flattered, and then said, "Brother, don't try to block him anymore, it's too expensive."

"It doesn't cost much..."

"But it's not worth it," I interrupted my cousin, "there are so many big and small stars in the entertainment industry, one Su Ran, no matter how hard he tries, he can't make waves."

In the final analysis, I underestimated Su Ran's ability. I didn't expect that he could find a new backer so quickly. If he continued to fight, of course he would be able to suppress him, but the bargaining chip needed to be paid was already more than expected. For my momentary anger, the loss outweighs the gain.

My cousin was very reluctant to give up, and I persuaded him for a while before he reluctantly agreed.

I hung up the video call, and soon received a WeChat message from Song Dongyang.

The words are also very simple and clear - "I didn't help Su Ran, don't be angry."

What he said was clearly to persuade me, but I had a lot of anger for no reason, but I didn't want to talk to him anymore.

The plane arrived at the airport very quickly. To my surprise, Song Dongyang came to pick it up in person.

He was wearing a long camel-colored windbreaker, with a clear and indifferent expression. He stood on the road I must pass, and I had no choice but to walk towards him.

When the distance between us was only half a meter, he raised his hand abruptly, stroked my hair, and said, "I'm back."

I was impatient when others touched my hair, and I was annoyed, but I caught a glimpse of the camera out of the corner of my eye, and forced a smile on my face.

We walked forward side by side, the shutter sounded one after another, Song Dongyang put his hand on my shoulder, and I put my arm around his waist. The moment I stepped into the car, I couldn't help laughing, thinking that being a human being is really hypocritical.

Song Dongyang also got into the car. He opened the small refrigerator in the car familiarly, took out a can of iced juice, squeezed the mouth of the straw flat, inserted it in and handed it to me: "Have some drinks."

I took the juice and asked him, "How's the wedding going?"

"The wedding company said everything went well." Song Dongyang's attitude was very natural, with just the right joy, "Let's take some time these few days to order the wedding dress."

"I still need a pair of wedding rings." I stroked the engagement ring on my hand.

"The time has been agreed with the designer in advance. If you decide on the style, it will be processed urgently."

"There seems to be no problem." I closed my eyes, and my eyes were red and black.

"Indeed." Song Dongyang's words were calm.

I licked my lips and said, "One more thing."

"what?"

"Song Dongyang, do you really want to marry me?"

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