My dead ghost husband is still alive

After saying that sentence, Zhou An regretted it. He felt that Zhong Lin's character would definitely care about it.

Sure enough, I immediately felt that the body I was holding tensed up in an instant, and the fist that was about to fall was also stuck in midair, as if it had been cast with a fixing spell.

"I mean, can you calm down and listen to me?" Zhou An said, "Hang Yu is Uncle He's son and will become my brother in the future. I have nothing with him. I only like you. "

No matter how many things he said before, they were all lies. Zhong Lin only heard the last sentence. Only such a straightforward confession could save him a little bit of sanity.

And He Hangyu has been forced, what did he hear?Hearing my cheap younger brother confess loudly to his cousin in public, I only like you?

"Hua Yishu!" He Hangyu broke free from Zhong Lin's restraint, and got up from the ground: "You owe me an explanation, what is your relationship with him?"

This was a mess, Zhou An didn't want to expose Zhong Lin's existence, so he hurriedly intervened to persuade the fight: "Brother Hangyu, let's find a place to talk, the influence here is not very good." .

"Hmph!" He Hangyu calmed down for the time being to save Zhou An's face.

Zhou An looked back to look for the things he dropped. The small fish tank containing the turtle fell on the ground, and half of the water was spilled out. Fortunately, the turtle was still swimming in it.

"What's there to talk about?" Zhong Lin just opened his mouth when Zhou An glared at him, and at the same time made movements to tell him to shut up.

"Hiss!" He Hangyu tidied up his clothes, raised his hand and wiped the corner of his bruised mouth, where it was broken, and he hissed in pain: "The attack was really ruthless, those who didn't know thought I green you." Because of the pain And with a ferocious expression, squinting at the other party with squinting eyes, with a fierce look: "Obviously you are the one who fucked my brother."

Although they might have been together a long time ago, He Hangyu didn't care about it, and he was upset if he found out.

One is my cousin, and the other is my cheap brother, no matter how I think about it, I can't help it.

Zhong Lin wanted to speak all the time, and the expression on his face was full of suffocation. His clenched fist could only be put in his trouser pocket, and then his wrist was firmly held by Zhou An.

"I beg you." The boy begged him in a low voice.

"..." Zhong Lin shook his face, let out a long breath, and made a gesture of patience.

Seeing this state of extreme patience, Zhou An was terrified, afraid that he would explode the next moment and beat He Hangyu into a panda.

"Let's go." He pulled Zhong Lin forward, turned around to greet He Hangyu, and said regretfully, "Brother Hangyu, I'll explain to you later."

He Hangyu snorted, followed with a feeling of displeasure: "Hey! When did you fight so hard?"

He inadvertently raised his head and saw that Hua Yishu was exuding a powerful aura all over his body.

Anyway, He Hangyu had never seen him before.

This cousin's character is just like his father's, gentle and polite, with a good temper that explodes.

But when he met his cousin tonight, He Hangyu didn't think his temper was good.

It is basically a fire-breathing dragon with a violent personality, and it will do it as soon as it comes up.

He Hangyu admitted that he couldn't recover from the beating just now.

Being dragged all the way by Zhou An, Zhong Lin gradually calmed down.

He gave Zhou An a reassuring look, expressing that he would not mess around.

Zhou An breathed a sigh of relief, gradually let go of his hand, returned to his normal walking posture, and kept a fistful distance from him.

But it also seemed very intimate.

"Don't answer my question?" He Hangyu walked up and looked sideways at his indifferent cousin, his cold eyes startled him.

Because he had never seen such a Huayi book.

"Tsk tsk!" He Hangyu's heart twitched, feeling very uncomfortable.Although the previous Huayi Shu said that he was not obedient to himself, but he was still very good.

Today, first of all, for the sake of the object, he beat himself up indiscriminately, and then put on a bad face, who should be angry?

There is also the cheap brother Zhou An, since the appearance of the cousin, the other party's attention has been focused on the cousin.

I used to think that he treated me differently, but now I realized that he was being polite to me, but he was different to Hua Yishu.

Immediately, his dream of being a good big brother was shattered, He Hangyu lowered his head and remained silent, his youthful face was full of displeasure.

"Go in and have a cup of coffee?" Zhou An led them into the coffee shop and found a secluded place to sit down.

"Three gentlemen, what would you like to drink?" The sweet waitress came over and asked.

Zhou An opened the menu, trying to liven up the atmosphere: "What do you want to drink? Do you want dessert? Mousse cake?"

One looked out the window, blinked occasionally, and the perfect profile of the profile made the waiter's eyes fixed on her.

One looked at his fingers, and his mouth was tightly pursed, as if he didn't hear Zhou An's question.

"..." Zhou An felt a little depressed, put away his smile, and ordered a few casually with the young lady in a low voice.

"Don't you want to explain?" It was He Hangyu who was sitting across from him looking at his fingers, and now he raised his eyelids and looked at Zhou An motionlessly.

"The fact is that you have misunderstood." Zhou An said: "I have nothing to do with your cousin, I just know him. He helped me a little bit, and I am very grateful to him."

He Hangyu frowned, showing distrust: "What kind of help did you do? Let you say on the street that you only like him?"

Even elementary school students would not believe that these words were pure because of the ambiguous atmosphere that came over their faces.

"I do have someone I like, but it's not your cousin." Zhou An held his sweaty palms and said, "It was a misunderstanding tonight, but it was indeed his fault that he hit you. I apologize to you on his behalf. I hope you can accept it."

He Hangyu looked at him like this for more than three seconds: "First of all, he and I are cousins, and we should be closer than you, right? So why do you apologize to me on his behalf? Huh? "Unless they have a closer relationship, but Zhou An has already denied it just now.

"That's true." Zhou An said: "You are cousins, even if you fight, it has nothing to do with me as an outsider." If I overemphasize it, it will appear unnatural.

He Hangyu was stunned: "I didn't mean that either, I didn't treat you as an outsider..."

"Um, I know, I'm just speaking objectively..." Zhou An nodded.

"..." He Hangyu didn't say anything.

"Master Hua and I are friends." Zhou An kicked Zhong Lin under the table: "Master Hua, speak quickly."

Zhong Lin went her own way and continued to look out the window without moving.

"Heh! You are really great today." He Hangyu gave him a thumbs up: "It's fine to hit me for no reason, and you don't plan to recognize me as a cousin?"

Ren Zhou'an stomped on his feet desperately, but it was useless.

He Hangyu could see his anxiety.

The atmosphere became a little depressed from here. He looked at the two people sitting opposite him and felt that he was the extra third party.

This fucking feeling is the source of the discomfort.

"Forget it, don't be embarrassed..." He Hangyu raised his chin slightly, and said to Zhou An: "That's it for today. If you don't hate me, you are welcome to play with me anytime."

"Okay." Zhou An replied in a low voice, wanting to say that he didn't hate it.

"Then you guys chat first, I'm going back." He Hangyu turned his head away and saw the tortoise that Zhou An gave him, lying quietly on the table: "I took the little tortoise, thank you." He stood gracefully Get up, and when you leave, take the small fish tank with you.

"You gave it to him?" Zhong Lin came back to life in a minute, completely without the silence of putting the vase just now.

"Yes, I gave it to him." Zhou An said.

"Why didn't you answer the phone just now?" Zhong Lin said.

"I'm hesitating how to explain it to him." Zhou An took a deep breath, his expression extremely helpless: "You are now carrying the identity of Master Hua, I hope you will be a little conscious and don't cause trouble to others. I know that I have something in my heart." How guilty are you?"

This matter has nothing to do with Hua Yishu at all, but it has too much influence on him now, and it has already invaded the family.

"I don't know how to explain it?" Zhong Lin said, "Then you should tell me earlier, and don't let me see such a scene."

His accusation made people stunned.

"Yes, I didn't handle it well, I was at fault." Zhou An said, "Don't you have any fault?" He heaved his chest slightly, and his eyes became a little red.

"..." Zhong Lin opened his mouth and stared at him blankly.

"It's meaningless to argue like this. I'm really sorry. I hope you understand." Zhou An said nasally, seeing the waitress coming over with coffee, he quickly lowered his head.

Zhong Lin didn't say a word, but clenched his hands on his knees.

He was not in a good mood, and he didn't feel happier because Zhou An admitted his mistake.

It's even more depressing than when you hit someone with your hands.

I haven't really recovered my yang yet, and I have already started to accept various responsibilities as a human being.

He will go back to the days of comparing himself with others, and the days of being tireless for something he likes.

You ask him is he afraid to face it?

scared.

No matter how well you do it, you will be afraid of someone's criticism and feel that you are not good enough.

One word heaven, one word hell, why did he choose to live this kind of life?

Zhou An picked up the coffee he ordered, lowered his head and took a sip to calm down.

It is said that eating sweets will make people feel better, so he lowered his head and took another bite of the cake.

The silver fork is held in a slender hand, creating a sharp and strong contrast.

In a short time, he became frighteningly thin.

"I'm sorry." Zhong Lin said in a low voice.

Eyes hung down without focus, shoulders arched a little tiredly.

Zhou An stopped the fork in his hand and swallowed a piece of cake in his mouth: "As long as you understand."

Nothing will remain in one state for a long time, it will always change.

There is no possibility of continuing without change.

In other words, if there is no growth, there will be no motivation to go on.

"I, too, just, feel sorry for other people."

"It's not about this." Zhong Lin turned his head and looked at his hands: "Is your body okay?"

When Zhou An heard his concern, the grievances in his heart spread like water plants.

Sometimes I wonder if I am living in a dream, a nightmare woven by Zhong Lin.

"..." In fact, Zhong Lin knew that there was nothing wrong with Zhou An's body, but the reason for his weight loss was the psychological burden.

He was under too much pressure. Emotional problems, academic problems, and family problems weighed him down.

"Can I hug you?" A cold voice came from beside his ears. Zhou An hadn't heard such a voice for a long time since he had a verbal exchange with Zhong Lin.

He shook his head subconsciously, and then realized with a pale face that he did not accept Zhong Lin unconditionally.

Seeing his frightening appearance, I will still remember these four words in my heart, not my race.

"An'an?" The voice was more terrifying and resentful than before: "Do you regret it?"

"..." Zhou An swallowed, and slowly turned his head to look.

His pale face was soaked in water, his hair was puffy and his eyes were huge.

Zhong Lin, who looked worried, looked at Zhou An with dilated pupils, as if he was about to faint, and looked at himself with fearful eyes.

This state is very abnormal.

But no matter how much you patted his cheek with your palm, you couldn't wake him up.

"An'an?"

Shouting loudly again, accompanied by pinching his cheek, Zhou An came back to his senses as if waking up from a big dream, and stared blankly at the face that belonged to Hua Yishu.

That's right... Zhong Lin now bears Hua Yishu's identity, and the terrifying grimace he saw just now is just a demon in his heart.

After Zhou An understood, he closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief, and clenched his sweaty palms tightly.

The pain made him understand that this was real, not a dream.

For the first time, he was ashamed of his psychological quality, and had a demon because of the recent psychological burden.

That fantasy reflected what Zhou An was most afraid of. He was afraid that Zhong Lin would always be a ghost.

Is the decision I made to help him come to this world right or wrong?

Is it a gift or a force for Zhong Lin?

"What's wrong with you?" Zhong Lin looked at him, frowning slowly: "Don't scare me..."

"Do you really want to return Yang?" Zhou An said in a daze.

"Think." Zhong Lin stared at him like a eagle, "Are you just thinking wildly?" He asked coldly, "Because I did something wrong, you started to question me?"

He is surprisingly sensitive.

Zhou An quickly shook his head: "I just want to know, will you be the same in the future, and then apologize and coax me?"

"No." Zhong Lin noticed his uncertainty, and said a little annoyed, "Don't let me see you hesitate again, Zhou An."

Especially the distracted and fearful expression just now, he didn't want to see Zhou An like this again.

"..." Zhou An twitched his mouth, but it was really not intentional.

"Do you really hope that I will return?" Zhong Lin looked suspiciously at Zhou An. Not only did Zhou An doubt him, but he also doubted Zhou An.

"It's true." Zhou An clasped his fingers secretly, and lowered his chin: "I'm a little hungry, and I want to eat barbecue. Can you treat me to it? I want to gain weight from today on."

The appearance of changing the subject affects the breathing rate of the young man.

"Don't lie to me." Zhong Lin's lips almost touched the corner of Zhou An's mouth, but it was only almost: "Just wait for me to come back with peace of mind..."

"..." Zhou An couldn't help leaning back, distanced himself from Zhong Lin, he was afraid of the fear of being swallowed.

He found that no matter whether the opponent was a human or a ghost, he couldn't escape.

If you don't like it in the future, or find that you don't like it that much, there is no room for regret.