The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

Zhang Yi suddenly felt as if his thoughts were stuck by something. His entire head became empty and he was unable to think for a moment.

It felt like I was unable to process the amount of information, but also like I was overwhelmed by the overwhelming joy.

He was so excited that he couldn't even speak. He could only hold Deng Shentong's ankles tightly, then hurriedly crawled a few steps on his knees, approaching him, staring at him with eagerness and anticipation in his eyes.

Could it be that Deng Shentong still remembered him? !

However, the silver-haired man struggled easily and broke free from Zhang Yi's restraints. Then, Deng Shentong kicked Zhang Yi in the chest mercilessly, kicking him away for a distance.

His delicate eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes revealed a hint of contempt and disgust, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said indifferently: "Don't move, did I allow you to stand up?"

Zhang Yi staggered after being kicked, and a dull pain surged in his heart, but more of it was the sorrow of having lost and regained.

He looked expectantly at the god-like man sitting high up in the seat, hoping that he would give him the answer he wanted.

Cheng Liang's leather shoes pressed against Zhang Yi's chest, pressing slightly with force, like a humiliation from a superior. However, when Deng Shentong's cold words fell into his ears, it was so itchy and unbearable:

"Kneel down and answer my questions."

Zhang Yi was stunned on the spot. It took him a while to figure out what Deng Shentong had said before from his confused thoughts. He immediately knelt upright and answered sincerely: "Yes, Captain."

"What did you call me?" Deng Shentong frowned, a look of bewilderment flashed in his eyes, not pretending, and then he sneered: "I'm not your captain, don't make random accusations, the God Squad doesn't accept trash without superpowers."

Zhang Yi was stunned on the spot. He looked at the distant and cold man in front of him and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"I……"

If Deng Shentong didn't remember him, then he was indeed just an ordinary person of low status now, so how could he dare to hope to get close to him.

His hands tightly grasped the corners of his clothes, as if he wanted to crush the thin fabric. He did not dare to look up, but could only lower his head silently, staring at the colorful and intricate patterns on the carpet.

These gorgeous patterns made him feel dizzy and an indescribable sense of inferiority surged in his heart.

He knew very well that the gap between him and Deng Shentong was like the difference between heaven and earth, and the other party's noble status was beyond his reach. Even if he just looked at him one more time, he would feel humbled to the dust.

"Keep your head up."

A cold and low voice came, and Zhang Yi's chin suddenly felt a chill. It turned out to be a delicate leather shoe, which was mercilessly picking up his chin, forcing him to raise his head and look up at the figure sitting on the seat.

"Haha, not bad." Deng Shentong chuckled softly, and his laughter revealed an elusive emotion.

His eyes were as cold as ice, sweeping across Zhang Yi's face without any warmth, mixed with a hint of arrogance and disdain.

Zhang Yi's heartbeat quickened involuntarily. He tried to stay calm, but it was the first time for him as an ordinary person facing Deng Shentong's powerful aura, and he couldn't help but tremble a little.

Deng Shentong's fingers were slender and white, and at this moment, he was gently tapping the back of the chair, making a rhythmic sound. This subtle movement attracted Zhang Yi's full attention, and his eyes were unconsciously attracted to that hand.

Just as Zhang Yi was lost in thought, Deng Shentong spoke again: "Don't you want to enter Deng Garden? I can give you this opportunity."

His tone was as calm as water, yet mixed with a hint of teasing:

"Come be my dog."

This sentence was like a thunder, exploding in Zhang Yi's ears. He widened his eyes and looked at Deng Shentong in disbelief, wondering if he had heard it wrongly.

He took an eager step forward, approached Deng Shentong, and asked cautiously, "What did you just say?"

Deng Shentong raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a hint of impatience. He repeated coldly: "Don't you understand what I'm saying? I'm in need of a servant."

Zhang Yi's mind was instantly like a brilliant firework ignited, with all kinds of emotions intertwined together, making it almost impossible for him to think.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up. How could this be possible?

Deng Shentong raised the corner of his mouth slightly, seeming to be very satisfied with Zhang Yi's reaction.

He exerted force on his feet and easily lifted up Zhang Yi's chin. He said coldly, "Do you understand now? What should I call you?"

Zhang Yi's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he felt his heart beating faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

If there was a heart rate monitor at this moment, I'm afraid the numbers on it would be very exaggerated. His handsome face turned red for a rare time, and he said in a deep voice: "I understand, Master."

After saying this, he lowered his head in a hurry, not daring to look at Deng Shentong again, for fear that the other party would see his already steaming cheeks.

At this moment, this guy, who always had a thicker skin than a city wall, actually felt what shame was.

Deng Shentong chuckled, put down his feet, bent down slightly, and reached out to gently stroke Zhang Yi's fluffy hair. His posture seemed like he was rewarding an obedient big dog.

His long hair fell down, Zhang Yi could almost smell the cold fragrance, and his heart beat even faster.

The person who I could only meet in my dreams countless times was actually so close to me.

Then, he heard Deng Shentong's cold voice, with a hint of smile: "Right, this is the way to be obedient."

Zhang Yi was in a daze about what happened next. After he finally woke up and found his soul, he found himself following Deng Shentong back to Deng Garden.

He vaguely remembered the look Lin Yue gave him when he followed Deng Shentong out of the bar. It was one of extreme astonishment.

No matter how well-mannered the Deng family's servants were, they couldn't help but wonder who this strange man who got out of their master's car was.

Deng Shentong got out of the car and looked back at Zhang Yi who was still standing there in a daze: "This is Deng Garden. Don't look so ignorant. Follow me."

Zhang Yi nodded hurriedly. Although he still remembered the route to Deng Shentong's courtyard, he could only cooperate and follow Deng Shentong, looking around as he walked.

Everything in Deng Garden remains the same as before, with not much change.

Soon he followed Deng Shentong back to the very familiar courtyard. Standing at the door was still the same maid as at the beginning, but after a year or two, she looked a little more mature.

The maid's eyes fell on him, with a hint of doubt and inquiry: "Sir, who is this..."

Zhang Yi vaguely remembered that when Deng Shentong brought him here, the maid had the same reaction, and even her tone was similar.

Those experiences of great changes are like a fleeting dream. When you look back on them, you find that the old friends are still there.

Deng Shentong stopped and looked back. The cool evening breeze blew his long hair and clothes. The hazy light of the street lamp was reflected in his cold eyes, making him look somewhat warm.

He just chuckled, and a playful smile appeared on his extremely handsome face: "His name is Zhang Yi, and he is a new servant."

Zhang Yi was still staring blankly at the silver-haired man's face, as if he was cherishing this hard-earned moment and wanted to keep his appearance in his heart.

All of this was too beautiful, but he was afraid it was just a dream that would be shattered at some happy moment, leaving him with eternal loneliness and coldness.

"What are you standing there for?" At this time, Deng Shentong walked to the door of the main house and looked back at him. "Come in, isn't it cold outside?"

The door opened, letting in warm yellow light. The silver-haired man stood against the light, his entire body framed with a layer of soft gold.

Zhang Yi didn't know what was behind the door, but he walked forward involuntarily.

No matter what is behind the door, the cold reality after the illusion is shattered, or the path of atonement for his future sins, this moment is enough.

For the first time, he felt that there was such a place and such a moment that could be called home.

Or rather, it is home.