My brother became a love brain

Su Ran's newly signed company responded quickly, and within a few hours, a lawyer's letter was posted, bluntly speaking of cyber violence.

But at this moment, Su Ran's support station posted a closing notice on Weibo, and at the same time, bought a hot search for himself.

After I saw the hot search, I sent a message to my cousin, asking if he was the one who instigated rebellion, and he replied to me—"You don't understand the heart of a star-chaser girl."

I swiped Weibo for a while and understood what was going on. For the vast majority of rookies who made their debut in the talent show, the biggest point of losing fans is that they are not single.

From obscurity to shining, the fans not only invested their energy, but also invested countless money. The fans launched the idol with real money. Every support is not a small sum. Under this premise, the idol remains single, In fact, it is a default unspoken rule.

Even if Su Ran withdrew from the talent show halfway, he did not lose the blood of fans along the way. At this stage, he has neither film and television works nor music works, and all his popularity depends on fans.

He has a boyfriend and is a mistress, these two points are enough to make most fans go off their fans, no wonder his station sister would choose to stab him and leave without hesitation.

I watched the excitement for a while, convinced that Su Ran's style review would be useless, so I put down my phone, took out a philosophy book as usual, and flipped through a few pages.

My mother came upstairs herself and brought me a glass of juice. She looked worried, but I comforted him.

She was very worried about my mental state, but I felt that I was recovering well, so I simply said bluntly: "I don't like Song Dongyang very much, and he doesn't deserve how sad I am."

What I said was the truth, but she didn't believe it very much, so I didn't tell it anymore.

That night, Bai Lan called me and asked me out. He said that he had returned to China, and that he had organized a game to celebrate my happiness as a single.

I don’t really want to go out in my heart. I think there will be many people staring at me these days. Going out is prone to accidents, but when I answered the phone, my mother happened to be next to me, and she really wanted me to go out to play. No choice but to agree.

The place Bai Lan sent me was a villa in the suburbs, and he specially emphasized the four words "good security", as if he was afraid that I would refuse.

I drove over, and as soon as I entered the door, I received a hug. Bai Lan embraced me and smiled like a flower.

I squeezed the back of his neck to "tear" him off, looked at him with a straight face, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

He wiped his face and said, "Sorry, I just won a few hands, and I haven't adjusted my mood yet."

I knew what he was happy about, and I wanted to remind him, but I thought forget it, I'm not happy, and I can't let other people be unhappy with me.

Bai Lan organized a big situation. There were 80 familiar friends, plus their female companions, temporarily hired servants and cooks, totaling [-] to [-] people.

I greeted my brothers lazily, and went to the card table. All the other people were young lovers sitting beside me and watching the cards. I didn't bring my lover, so Bai Lan sat next to me, not shy.

The servant came over to hand the hot towel, and he took the towel and asked me if I wanted to wipe my face. I threw out five of them, and replied "no". Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him holding the towel and wiping his fingertips.

After a while, he called someone to bring a glass of juice, squeezed the mouth of the plastic straw himself, and handed it to me. At that moment, I looked at Bai Lan and thought of Song Dongyang, and couldn't help but shook my head with a smile.

"What's wrong?" Bai Lan asked me warmly.

I reached out to take the cup in his hand, and said lightly: "If you meet clean ducks, leave me a few. I want to caress/play."

Bai Lan's expression remained unchanged, he said, "Okay."

Maybe I was really frustrated in love and proud in the casino. I won a few times in a row, and in the end I simply pushed Mahjong forward and said, "I'm going to smoke a cigarette. You guys continue to play, don't wait for me."

I found a remote room, I didn’t smoke, I just took out a lollipop and licked it. After a while, the room was pushed open, “Pa——”, the light turned cold, Bai Lan closed the door, quietly look at me.

I noticed that he had locked the door, his hands were shaking a little, but he held on and called me: "Chi Rui."

I took a bite of the lollipop and asked him, "Drink too much?"

"Not much." He whispered.

"People who drink too much will always quibble, saying that they didn't drink too much." I walked to his side, reached out and patted his shoulder, "You rest here for a while, I'm going down to play."

"Chi Rui." He called my name again, as if he had made up his mind and wanted an answer tonight.

I sighed silently from the bottom of my heart, with my usual look on my face, I asked him, "What's the matter?"

"Why did you marry Song Dongyang?" Bai Lan asked me bluntly.

"Because Song Dongyang is rich, and his family's assets are similar to mine. There are only advantages and no disadvantages in a strong marriage." I paused, and made up another dollar, "People like me, who are sent up, will not refuse. , I fell asleep as soon as I wanted to, but if I want to be responsible, it's impossible."

"You're lying again." Bai Lan scolded lightly, but understood the rejection in my words, he took a step back and said, "Chi Rui, I'm in love with someone, especially."

"That's really unfortunate." I played charades with him, "If you say that, it's clear that he doesn't love you."

"It's true that he doesn't love me, but I hope he can be happy." He said this, as if crying.

I bit the lollipop in my mouth, swallowed all the sweetness in my stomach, and threw the remaining stick aside: "Ordinary selfish people don't have a bad life, Bai Lan, you Learn from me."

Bai Lan stopped talking. I grabbed my hair and opened the door. Just before I was about to leave the door, I heard Bai Lan's words.

He asked me: "If someone as rich as Song Dongyang asked you to get engaged at the same right time, would you agree?"

I didn't look back, and said coldly: "No, I also look at the face."

Bai Lan stopped talking, and seemed to have completely given up.

The venue was already in the middle of the night, and I was impatient to go to the BBQ, and I didn't want to listen to their howling and singing, so I found a room, half-lyed on the sofa, and watched a movie.

This movie was better than I expected. During the period, the servant delivered fruit once and juice again. I was just a little thirsty, so I picked up the juice and wanted to drink it.

But there is no straw in the juice cup, and there is no straw in the tray. I took a look at the color of the juice, and it looked like watermelon juice.

But I prefer apple juice or peach juice. I hardly drink watermelon juice, and as long as I drink juice, it must be paired with a straw.

Are Bai Lan's people so careless?

No, Bai Lan was rejected by me just now, he doesn't seem to have the energy to pay attention to what I drink.

I became slightly suspicious, went out with the juice, and casually asked the servant at the door: "Who is the person who delivered the juice just now?"

The servant's expression became very subtle, he bowed his head and replied apologetically, "I'm sorry, Master Chi, I went to the bathroom just now, but I didn't see anyone coming in."

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