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

Fortunately, this time after Zhang Yi walked into the door, he did not wake up in the cold cave again. Deng Shentong was still standing in front of him with real breathing and body temperature.

As he walked into the house, he looked around at the furnishings, which were exactly the same as when he left.

However, when he left Deng's house, he took away all his belongings, and there was no trace of them.

But if Zhang Yi said that Deng Shentong really didn't remember him at all, he would absolutely not believe it.

As a captain, he is used to lying. Who knows what he is thinking.

But now that he is living under someone else's roof, Zhang Yi can only cooperate with him and see how long Deng Shentong can pretend.

Zhang Yi was secretly calculating in his mind and decided to wait for the right opportunity. He followed Deng Shentong to the living room and sat down.

"Since you have come to my Deng family, I will naturally not treat you unfairly." Deng Shentong turned around and waved his hand casually, "It's getting late, you should go down and rest first."

Zhang Yi nodded slightly, his eyes unconsciously looking towards the direction of the guest room he had lived in in his memory, then he raised his leg and took a step, ready to walk in that direction.

"Stop!" Deng Shentong's cold shout suddenly came, causing Zhang Yi's body to suddenly freeze. He stopped, slowly turned his head, and met Deng Shentong's cold eyes.

"Where is the guest room? Where are you going? The servants' rooms are on the other side." Deng Shentong's voice came coldly, with undisguised contempt and ridicule.

Zhang Yi clenched his fists subconsciously, and an indescribable anger surged in his heart, but at the same time, a strange feeling spread in his heart, as if a naughty kitten was gently scratching his heart with its claws.

He took a deep breath, tried to suppress the anger in his heart, then lowered his head and responded respectfully: "Yes, Master."

After saying that, he turned around and walked in the direction that Deng Shentong pointed, his steps seemed a little heavy. However, when he walked into the room and closed the door, his originally tense expression suddenly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a playful smile.

A year passed in the blink of an eye. When Zhang Yi saw Deng Shentong again, he couldn't help but sigh that he was still so interesting, as if time had left no trace on him.

Although this was just a servant's room, it was the Deng family's property after all, so its conditions were naturally better than the cold and dilapidated little house that Zhang Yi had rented before.

Zhang Yi took off his coat and jumped onto the soft and comfortable bed, thinking to himself: It seems that Deng Shentong just can't bear to let him suffer after all.

After a long time of not being able to sleep peacefully, Zhang Yi slept exceptionally soundly that night. It was not until the next morning that he slowly woke up and looked out the window in a daze, only to find that the sun had already risen to the top of the sky.

After a long while, he gradually came to his senses and accepted the fact that he had stayed beside Deng Shentong. So he hurriedly got up, dressed, and left the bed.

Zhang Yi walked out of the room and came to the living room. Today should be a day off. Deng Shentong was wearing a casual silk pajamas and sitting on the sofa leisurely. He held a cup of coffee in his left hand and a stack of documents in his right hand, reading them attentively.

"Master, since you have taken me back, shouldn't you arrange my work next?" Zhang Yi asked deliberately, while secretly wondering how Deng Shentong would answer his question.

A barely perceptible light flashed in Deng Shentong's eyes, but it was quickly covered up by his seemingly friendly smile.

He smiled and said in a relaxed tone: "Didn't I tell you that you only need to listen to me? Just do whatever I ask you to do. Such a simple request should not be difficult for you, right?"

After saying that, Deng Shentong picked up the coffee and took a sip elegantly, as if showing Zhang Yi his authority and leisure.

Then, he put down the cup, raised his head slightly, looked down at Zhang Yi, and continued: "When I don't tell you to, just stay by the side and don't come over to disturb me. Do you understand?"

Although his voice was not loud, it carried an unquestionable tone.

Zhang Yi nodded silently, without any expression on his face, but he already understood Deng Shentong's intention in his heart.

He knew very well that in Deng Shentong's eyes, he was no longer an individual with independent personality and dignity, but a lackey who had been deprived of his freedom and could only obey orders.

He bowed slightly and said humbly: "I understand, master. It's just... I left some personal belongings in the room where I originally lived, and I need to go and retrieve them." While speaking, he secretly observed Deng Shentong's reaction out of the corner of his eye.

Deng Shentong gracefully put down the coffee cup in his hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, and responded with a smile: "Oh? In that case, let the butler arrange someone to take you there. There is no need to report such trivial matters to me."

After saying that, he picked up the cup and continued to enjoy the fragrant coffee, as if Zhang Yi's existence was insignificant to him.

Zhang Yi nodded and turned to walk towards the door. However, the moment he took a step forward, the conversation he had just had with Deng Shentong came to his mind.

He thought to himself, "Deng Shentong, ah Deng Shentong, your methods are only this good. Your true colors are exposed so quickly.

How can it make sense for a butler to personally arrange a servant's itinerary?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a barely noticeable smile, and walked out with brisk steps.

After all, Deng Shentong is a person who is hard-mouthed but soft-hearted.