The second brother has not been heard from because he is a bastard
When I meet a jerk in the mall, he treats me as his second brother
I was about to give him a slap in the face, but I thought of my second brother and couldn't move.
When I went to the company and found out that he was the boss, I observed him and asked, 'Why does the second brother like him?'
Slowly, in work and life, I discovered his charm, and unknowingly fell into the whirlpool of love. I never realized it.
He was mistaken for being drunk, so he followed him. "Have I fallen in love with him?" I thought while my consciousness was still there. It was a beautiful night, and the garden was filled with spring scenery.
The next day, the bastard was indeed a bastard. He just said: "I'm sorry! Forget last night!" I said: "As you wish, goodbye!" I shed tears after leaving.
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