My dead ghost husband is still alive

The young man who hugged himself with both hands, because of Zhou An's words and Zhou An's actions, temporarily lost all reactions, and was just being hugged.

"I really didn't expect that you would..." The fingers sent the tissue up, and the face rested behind the other's shoulder, full of surprise.

"Is it okay not to say that word?" Zhong Lin interrupted him, reached out and pressed the tissue on his face, hastily wiped away those unacknowledged fragility.

"What's the matter, I often cry too." Zhou An said with warmth and relief.

He believed that Zhong Lin, who would shed tears for himself, loved that boy named Zhou An more than anyone else, including himself.

"..." Hearing Zhong Lin comparing himself with others, the corners of Zhong Lin's mouth twitched, and at the same time his heart was tense, overwhelmed by too many indigestible emotions: "Do you know what this means?" He stretched out his hands, Hugging the silly boy who was like a moth to a flame.

"It's too late to ask me now, even if I don't know." Zhou An said in a low voice, "I don't think it makes any difference whether I live 50 years or 80 years, maybe I just regret it."

His voice was like the sounds of nature, beating Zhong Lin's heart: "But there is a big difference between having you or not in the second half of my life, do you understand?"

So he made a decision so foolishly and without saying a word.

"You're fine." Someone's voice was hoarse, but he still wanted to be cool, handsome and domineering... Impossible, he was obviously a troubled young man who was completely moved.

"So and so, do you finally believe that I love you?" Zhou An said softly, afraid of alarming the fragile him.

"Tsk..." the young man in question said in tears, "It seems so."

Zhou An stretched out his hand and took out a lot of tissues for him.

At this time, my heart is very peaceful, there is no unwillingness and hesitation of losing my life, only the sweetness and stability of having a lover.

The so-called disbelief all the time is just out of self-denial. How can a person who is not good, healthy, and unlovable be loved by a brave and kind person with good character and learning.

"It's so rare, I will remember tonight." Zhou An said with a smile, thinking that this man who hugged him so hard might not see him in a difficult situation in the future.

"Forget it." Zhong Lin forced the corners of his lips to curl up, knowing what he looked like without looking in the mirror.

"No, I want to take a commemorative photo." Zhou An said, let go of his shoulders, and crawled to the other side of the bed to find his phone.

"Will I agree?" Zhong Lin pressed Zhou An from behind, cutting his outstretched arms behind his back.

This subconscious act of suppression truly reflects that Zhong Lin is a complete dictator, a predator, and an impersonal activist!

"Ah..." Zhou An cried out.

Zhong Lin's face changed suddenly, and he quickly let go of him: "What's wrong..."

Zhou An quickly crawled over to pick up the phone, pressed the shortcut key, turned over and faced someone, and clicked: "Yeah!" He gestured triumphantly, and enjoyed the scene he had taken by the way.

The stunned handsome man with moist eyes can be used as a screensaver.

As for the wallpaper, Zhou An crawled over and put his arms around Zhong Lin's neck: "Eggplant..."

This one is no longer stunned, it looks like a posing, and the smile is very meaningful.

"..." Zhou An lowered his head and fiddled with the phone, not daring to look up at Zhong Lin's expression.

Although the other party is very moved, and loves me who has a short life span of decades, it doesn't mean that this incident will change a person's character.

The big devil is still the big devil, one look can make people tremble.

Zhong Lin hugged him, stroked his tender cheeks, and kissed him again: "Cherish me now, and settle accounts with you slowly."

"Hee hee, how long will it take?" Zhou An put his arms around his neck, saying that he wasn't that afraid, and that he was the one closest to him.

"I don't know." Zhong Lin said softly, "I'm not as good as you imagined. After knowing what you've done, even the pain is unnecessary. I'm starting to enjoy your love... Heh..." How selfish a man.

Although he knew that he owed Zhou An a lot, he was still happy.Just as he would use violent means to possess the other party recklessly.

"I love you because I want you to be happy." Zhou An stroked his back and said, "It's okay, I do it voluntarily."

"I know." Zhong Lin interrupted him, kissing his ear and cheek, vaguely: "I won't say anything for you, it's not my style..."

"Haha." Zhou An said sweetly in his heart, rubbing his soft hair against Zhong Lin's neck: "Then needless to say, I understand your heart."

Then this level can be regarded as passed, and you can cherish the remaining time in the future.

Strive for 30 years without quarrels or troubles.

Can't be born on the same day, I hope to die on the same day.1 minute for me, 60 seconds for you.

Wait, why does it look more and more like an advertisement...

"Silly An'an..." Zhong Lin pinched the buttocks under his hands, and asked, "Are you tired? Go to sleep."

"You coax me to sleep." Zhou An nestled in his arms, refusing to get down.

In the past, Zhou An seldom acted like a baby. No matter how hard he was, he endured it by himself and tried to do everything well.

I don't want to see my classmates and teachers who trust me disappointed at school, and I don't want to see my mother who has worked hard to raise me disappointed at home.

Even a temporary weakness will make Zhou An feel guilty.

"Okay." Zhong Lin picked her up, and the two of them adjusted their positions together, making it more comfortable to lie on the bed: "Storytelling or singing?"

"Hmm... you play freely?" Zhou An snickered, thinking it was interesting.

"Dark fairy tales may not be suitable for you." All he remembered in his mind were these: "The same goes for dark nursery rhymes... Then, press your head and touch your face?"

Before he got a reply from Zhou An, he started to make a fuss.

"..." Zhou An was mainly frightened by dark fairy tales and dark nursery rhymes, so he closed his eyes and hurried to sleep.

Thanks to the intense exercise before and the gentle touch of Zhong Lin's fingers, he fell asleep very quickly.

The sound of even breathing came thinly, with a reassuring rhythm and magic.

Zhong Lin stared intently, there was no sleepiness, no anger, no joy in his deep eyes.

He got out of bed gently, picked up his phone and walked out of the bedroom.

The clock in the living room was ticking, stopped suddenly, and it was twelve o'clock.

Zhong Lin opened the thick curtains, and his sight fell on the lighthouse in the distance: "Hua Yi Shu."

The young celestial master who was going down the tower in the hotel in a daze didn't see the incoming call clearly, so he answered it directly.

"..." He sighed secretly, and complained that Zhou An didn't say hello before confessing: "It's so late, what's the matter?"

"It's very late." Zhong Lin's voice was always ethereal, making ghost workers like Hua Yishu always remember his identity: "Did I tell you that I don't want to touch An An's lifespan."

"I know, this is what Zhou An himself meant." Hua Yishu sat up and rubbed his eyes: "If you leave, he will remind me all the time for the rest of his life that I was able to help him."

Before Zhong Lin could speak, Hua Yishu said: "You heard me clearly, you are helping him, not helping you." After all, Zhong Lin has nothing to do with him.

"You are just trying to keep yourself from living with guilt. Say you are rational, but you are not cruel enough. Say you are emotional, and sometimes you behave disgustingly enough." Zhong Lin sneered, before Hua Yishu refuted : "I'm disgusting too, I'm disgusting..."

With him like this, even if Hua Yishu wanted to scold him back.

"Of course I'm not asking you, what should I do in the future, I don't need to ask you, and you don't have to worry about it." Zhong Lin sucked in the cool air outside the window, feeling the sobriety of the air circulating in his lungs: "How should I arrange it? very clear."

"Go ahead, it's okay." Hua Yishu grabbed the hot phone and finally understood the purpose of Zhong Lin calling him.

He has no purpose, just a kind of confession, a kind of proof for those who know about this matter.

"I will treat him well." After being understood, Zhong Lin said softly.

"I believe." Hua Yishu held the corner of his mouth and blessed with a smile in an unknown hotel in a certain city.

What I thought was, if I had known that Zhong Lin was so easy to deal with, I would not have run away.

It's so wonderful to go to the scene to see Zhong Lin's gaffe.

"However, you have been behind my back again and again, and you have time to settle the account." Zhong Lin lowered his voice, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he clenched his fists in the air.

"Eh..." His face changed too quickly, Hua Yishu made an excuse and said, "My phone is out of battery, so I won't tell you anymore, we'll talk about it later."

"Chi..." Zhong Lin looked at the hung up phone, with a threatening expression on his face.

——By the way, go check your email, I wrote a note on raising Zhou An, you must read it carefully and strictly implement it.

--receive.

These two simple words are a hundred times warmer than that cold lonely ghost before.

"Huh?" Zhou An rolled over in his sleep and opened his eyes in a daze without touching anyone.

"Here." Zhong Lin leaned forward in two or three steps, letting him touch him: "Sleep, don't open your eyes." Gently cover it with the palm of your hand.

Zhou An's eyelashes blinked, itching the opponent's palm: "I'm thirsty."

"I'll get water." He quietly left.

In other words, it is a habit, walking without sound.

Also get used to the dark environment and don't turn on the lights unless necessary.Once Zhou An asked him, isn't it more exciting to turn on the lights?

Visual enjoyment.

"Yeah." The other party replied casually, "I can see it."

From then on, Zhou An secretly observed his differences subconsciously, rotted in his stomach by the way, and did not deliberately pay attention to those differences.

What he wants to know is, does Zhong Lin mind?

"Here comes the water." Looking back, the dazed young man fell asleep again. Zhong Lin drank the glass of water without saying a word, then bent down to look at the sleeping young man, and poured it into his mouth.

After Zhou An woke up, he was in a daze: "Zhong Lin..." It became a habit to whisper his name.

"Call my husband." The voice bewitched.

Zhou An blushed, and suddenly became sober: "How is that possible." Such a shameful title, I would never call it in my life.

"Go to sleep." Zhong Lin didn't insist, he sat by his side to accompany him.

"You're not asleep yet." Zhou An approached him, quietly tugging at the hem of his clothes.

"Look at something." Zhong Lin thought for a while, threw the phone away, and slid down to hug the person who woke up: "I've recovered, but there are many things that still need to be done slowly." This is a right sentence It doesn't matter whether Zhou An listens to what he says.

Those stinging edges and corners and malice that breed day and night, the cold soul that cannot be exposed to the sun, need to be slowly collected, put away, and then put away, never to be touched.