He Ye Domineering: Reborn Rich and Sweet Wife

If He Chengze from the previous life was reborn into the current He Chengze, then she would definitely not be with him.

He Chengze frowned, "There are really two Is in this world, so which one would you choose?"

He Chengze had asked her this question before.

Mu Qianlan suddenly remembered, and looked at him in surprise, "Did you already know?"

He Chengze nodded, "Yes, as soon as he came here, he came to me, and revealed his identity, and then he disappeared."

He knew that Mu Qianlan and his previous self had a constant and chaotic relationship. Mu Qianlan hated her previous self deeply, but because she loved her, she had such a deep hatred.

So when he saw He Chengze from his previous life, he felt a sense of crisis for the first time.

It may be very funny, he is not afraid of other people appearing to compete with him for Mu Qianlan, but he is worried about being robbed of Mu Qianlan by another self.

It was obviously the same person, but after seeing He Chengze from the previous life, he realized that he and He Chengze from the previous life were two different people.

That's why he asked Mu Qianlan those silly questions.

It took Mu Qianlan half an hour from shock to calm.

"I don't know why he appears here, but whether he appears or not, I will never leave you."

"I only had entanglements with him in the previous life. In this life, I am just Mu Qianlan, Mu Qianlan who belongs only to you."

In the past and now, they are the same person, but their personalities and temperaments are completely different.

Maybe there is a parallel space in this world, just like a mirror, on the other side there is the same but different self.

In her previous life, she was cowardly and deceitful, so she ended up miserable.

In this life, she abandoned her past self and started from scratch, that's why she is what she is today.

He Chengze held her hand, pulled her over and embraced her in his arms.

"Lan Lan, I believe in you, but no matter how you choose, I won't blame you."

It was his luck to meet the current Mu Qianlan. Although he was also afraid of losing, if one day Mu Qianlan was by his side and no longer felt happy, he would be willing to let go.

Mu Qianlan's chin lightly tapped on his shoulder, and a tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.

She didn't know why she was crying, and she didn't want to cry, but her tears were uncontrollable, as if a needle had been punctured somewhere in her heart, and something gushed out.

Not far away, a man in a black shirt and a peaked cap watched the scene quietly. Although the car window was half open, only the heads of the people in the car could be seen, but the way they cuddled together was truly amazing. It's beautiful.

A long, long time ago, He Chengze also thought about such a day, when he hugged her without any scruples, no need to hide and hide, no need to pretend that he didn't care.

He can express his heart and make her feel that he loves her too.

Now... I finally realized it myself.

The man in black turned and left.

As if telepathic, Mu Qianlan rolled down the car window and looked outside as if she had been electrocuted.

There was nothing out there, and she found nothing.

"What's wrong?" He Chengze asked.

Mu Qianlan gently covered her heart with both hands, "Chengze, I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me, I seem to have sensed something, and I feel very uncomfortable."

He Chengze rubbed her hair, "It's okay, I'm always here, don't be afraid."

Mu Qianlan looked at him in surprise. When he was in the haunted house, He Chengze, who was dressed in black, had said similar words to her, and their tone was so similar.

Yeah...they were all alone.

Mu Qianlan put away her surprised gaze, "Let's go home, I'm a little tired."

He Chengze nodded and started the car.

Back in Huating, Mu Qianlan didn't know what was going on, so she had a fever.

She had a severe fever, so He Chengze found Wen Shaolian and put her on a drip, and the fever slowly subsided.

However, she was still lethargic, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and her hair was wet.

He Chengze took care of her at the side, and wiped her off from time to time.

Mu Qianlan was dreaming.

She hasn't had a dream for a long time.

This dream was very strange.

She seems to have returned to the room she lived in in her previous life. The furnishings in the room have not changed at all, and there are black marks on the wall and table corners.

Mu Qianlan seemed to be pulled back to the time when she was struggling in the fire.

Such pain and despair.

At this time, someone pushed the door and came in.

It turned out to be He Chengze.

Holding a white porcelain jar, he sat down against the black wall.

He was very thin, with a lot of stubble on his face, and he looked haggard. There was no trace of life in his eyes, as if he had lost his soul.Seeing him like this, Mu Qianlan felt a little sour in her heart, and walked up to him slowly.

He Chengze couldn't see her, she stretched out her hand to touch his chin, but found nothing.

At this time, He Chengze suddenly raised his head, looking for something in the air.

"Lan Lan, is that you..."

His voice was very hoarse, as if something was blocked in his throat.

This voice was the one Mu Qianlan heard in the haunted house.

This is He Chengze from the previous life, right?Why is she dreaming of him?
At this time, the wind blew in from the window, Mu Qianlan's face felt cold, she touched her cheek lightly, and found that she was crying.

And He Chengze lowered his head again, his expression was very lost, his lowered eyes were full of broken light.

A drop of tear fell on the white porcelain bottle, followed by one drop, two drops and three drops. The tears, like broken beads, quickly soaked the white porcelain bottle.

"Lan Lan..."

She heard him call her name.

He Chengze in his previous life was never like this. He was extremely indifferent to himself and hurt him deeply. When he was struggling in the fire, she had already thought of the expression He Chengze would have after his death.

Indifferent, ruthless, he will not shed tears for himself.

But He Chengze in front of him is like a child who lost his beloved treasure and fell into the quagmire of sadness.

Mu Qianlan didn't want to cry, but her tears were like a flood breaking a bank, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't control it.

She clutched her chest, feeling so painful that it was hard to breathe.

In reality, Mu Qianlan also burst into tears.

He Chengze wiped her clean, and she soon wet her face with tears.

She was crying so heartbroken, as if she had lost something she loved.

He Chengze knew that she must be dreaming, he really wanted to bring her back to reality, but he couldn't muster up the courage.

Yes, He Chengze also has cowardly moments.

He could guess what Mu Qianlan dreamed about, it was him, and it wasn't him.

Although it was the same person and the same name, the one in the previous life was not the same person as him after all.

In the dream, He Chengze hugged the white porcelain bottle and sat until dusk.

The sky was getting dark, and the white porcelain bottle in his hand seemed to have taken root in his hand, and he never let go of it for a moment.

Perhaps, it was... his own ashes?

Mu Qianlan felt sour, remembering what Yang Jinhan said, she was in the fire in her previous life, and only He Chengze rushed in to save her.