My brother became a love brain

"of course."

Song Dongyang answered very fluently, he looked at me at the same level, and he couldn't see the slightest falsehood.

I couldn't tell where the vague worries came from, but I still reminded him bluntly: "If something goes wrong with the wedding, the interests of both of us will be damaged. If you want to cancel the wedding, please mention it as soon as possible, and don't let it happen on the same day." The scene is embarrassing."

Song Dongyang chuckled, leaned slightly in my direction, and said, "Don't worry, we will get married smoothly."

"Better so."

The uneasiness that haunts me is still lingering. I have been intuitive since I was a child, and everything I predict will happen without exception.

This is a great skill to have when it comes to investing and managing money, but when it comes to my own wedding, IMHO, I even have the urge to cancel.

But when I got out of the car and found that the Chi family and the Song family had already arrived at the meeting place, and everyone was happily waiting for us to start the meeting, I had to restrain my slightly rash thoughts just now.

Even if the commercial marriage is canceled in the end, I should not be the one who proposes to cancel it.

Thinking of this, I kissed Song Dongyang's earlobe intimately, and said, "Your perfume smells very good today."

Song Dongyang's eyes fluctuated slightly. He wanted to say something, but in the end he held back and didn't say anything.

He's always like this, hesitant to speak, but he just doesn't want to say anything to me.

At the end of the dinner, I drank a lot of wine and my legs were a little weak, so I simply wrapped my hands around Song Dongyang's waist as a humanoid pendant.

My body was already drunk, but my brain was still awake. The servant tried to pick me up, but Song Dongyang refused his help, and carried me on his back instead.

My legs were as soft as noodles, and I lay on his back, disgusted with his hard back, and said, "It would be nice if you were a little fatter."

Song Dongyang gave a good-tempered "hmm".

He walked through the long corridor with my back on his back, every step was very steady, I couldn't hold back, I kissed his neck, he kept walking, and asked me: "What's wrong?"

I didn't speak, just smiled foolishly.

I remembered that many years ago, Song Dongyang and I were only seventeen or eighteen years old, and we also participated in a banquet. I was so drunk that when I woke up the next day, I had a terrible headache.

I can't remember how I got home at that time, but at that moment just now, I remembered it in a trance.

It was Song Dongyang, who carried me on his back and walked a long way. He stuffed me into my family's car, but I held onto his sleeve and refused to let him go.

He seemed to be dumbfounded, but also as if he was enjoying himself, and he also got into the car.

I leaned my head into his arms, he hugged me, the temperature of his palms passed through the thin clothes, making my skin red.

He coaxed me gently, as if he had said a lot, and I responded, but I can't remember exactly what we said.

It's strange how I could forget something so interesting.

If I had drunk the broken piece at that time, how could I suddenly remember it.

My brain finally started to feel dizzy belatedly, I hugged Song Dongyang's shoulders tightly, unable to resist, and fell into sleep.

The days passed quickly, as if in the blink of an eye, it was the eve of my wedding with Song Dongyang.

According to general etiquette, we should not meet this night, but when I just took a shower and was brushing my hair, I received a WeChat message from Song Dongyang.

"I miss you."

The simple four words made my heart move, as if the whole person became soft.

"Me too."

After pressing the send button, his face burned slightly, as if he drank a glass of high-strength white wine.

"Chi Rui, let's elope."

I never thought that Song Dongyang would send me such a text message. Whether he was telling the truth or joking, it was not in line with his usual style.

I should have questioned him what was wrong, or rejected him with a smile, but by some coincidence, I replied with a word "yes".

I am not optimistic about this marriage, even if the wedding is successful, it may not last for a long time afterward.

I even made mental preparations to assess whether Song Dongyang would suddenly regret the marriage before the wedding, and made three plans for it.

I never thought that Song Dongyang would elope with me, but at that moment, I seemed to have lost my IQ and the self-control I was proud of. I wanted to go with him impulsively, as if my fate had already been ruled. traces of.

"Fianced couple chooses to elope to postpone marriage" - this front page headline looks very funny news, but it should not cause too serious consequences.

I changed into light clothes, quickly put my ID and other belongings in my backpack, and went out with my mobile phone in my hand.

The doorman asked my destination in a low voice, and I replied, "Go for a drive."

He was hesitant to say hello to my family. I didn't stop him, but just walked straight forward. After about 10 minutes, I got in the car I liked the most and drove to the place where Song Dongyang sent me .

He sent me the location, and when I arrived at the destination, I found out that it was a semi-abandoned road, and Song Dongyang's car had already arrived.

I greeted him with my headlights, unbuckled my seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car.

Song Dongyang also got out of the car. He stretched out his arms, apparently expecting me to walk over and hug him.

I was so stubborn and confused, so I stood where I was and stared at him.

After a while, he gave up waiting for me, chose to walk towards me, and then hugged me.

He smelled very good of mint, I leaned against him and inhaled it for a while, and said, "What are you crazy about?"

He hugged me tightly and asked me, "Why are you going crazy with me?"

How do I know why?

We are clearly a business marriage, and I am undoubtedly mostly hypocritical towards you. I was even dissatisfied, and I had already arranged a retreat for myself.

But I couldn't control myself, when you said to elope, I chose to agree to you.

Under the dim streetlight, I looked at the broken road ahead, and I said, "Maybe it's because I like you a little bit."

The most unbelievable answer, against all odds, is the only correct answer.

I, Chi Rui, like Song Dongyang a little bit.

This is the only valid explanation for my feeling angry, insisting on the wedding, and choosing to elope.

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