I was not reborn to be a substitute

The sound of the engine sounded in the silent night, and the hardness in Lu Chenan's mouth finally melted away after a short time. The strawberry-flavored syrup made the boy forget his terrible situation.

He even wanted to show his favor to Fu Huai in a futile way.He is such an easy-to-satisfy person.

When he got to the room, the first thing Fu Huai did was to stuff the dusty Lu Chenan into the bathroom of the guest room.

"Wash yourself clean."

The four bathroom heaters on the ceiling were turned on at the same time, and the light brought by them almost made Lu Chenan mistakenly think that he was thrown into the sun.

Everything in the room has never been seen before, except for the mirror that greets the eye just after entering the door.

In the mirror, the young boy with wide open neckline stretched his ink-like soft eyebrows and eyes, which were no different from those in his lifetime, only the butterfly beside his collarbone, which should have been tattooed, turned light red, as if he was born with it.

Huang Xing comforted his face, this mirror was really clear, under the bright light, it seemed that even the pores on his face could be seen clearly.

Under that miraculous mirror is a row of bottles and jars, with many characters written on them, Lu Chenan knows each one, but he doesn't understand the link at all.

Under one of the flat discs, there was a pure black card.Lu Chen'an picked up a hard card, there were no gorgeous patterns on it, but it was written in regular white characters: "President Fu Huailongying 136-089321"

President Long Ying?What is that.

Different text order, strange attire, and this "Prime Minister" change.

Where is this place? Is it really just a hell?

Thinking of this, Lu Chenan's hand trembled slightly, and the small card fell to the ground.

He bent down to put the card back where it was, putting aside his doubts for a moment, and began to study other things in the room.It doesn't look like there is a wooden barrel for bathing here, but there is one made of porcelain, but the shallow and long shape makes it easier to think that it is a bed.

After turning around, he found a metal object in the shape of a lotus pod behind him. Lu Chenan tentatively stretched out his hand and twisted the handle on it left and right, and then turned it up again after failing.

Water spouted from the shower head in an instant, and the cold water flowed down the hair. The white shirt fit the upper body, outlining the outline of the waist.

Lu Chenan's body is most afraid of catching the cold, but when he thinks of Fu Huai in his previous life, the hand that wants to turn off the nozzle is hanging in the air, and he still powerlessly puts it down.The water hit the shoulder blades and knees that were severely cold, and the painful pain slowly spread.

Xiao Hua, who was going to deliver the clothes, suddenly screamed, and she stared blankly at the boy in front of her.

Lu Chenan stood in front of the bathroom door with a dazed expression, his slightly long black hair stuck to the sides of his cheeks, his whole body was wet, and water droplets kept dripping on the floor.

Fu Huai walked up to the young man and held the hand that was still dripping down, it was frighteningly cold.

"Are you going to kill yourself?" Fu Huai's voice was a little irritable, and the strength in pulling Lu Chen'an was gone.

"Mr. Fu, please be gentle." Xiao Hua hung her head and said timidly at the side, "It's getting late now, hurry up and go to rest."

"President Long Ying? Fu Huai, who are you?" Lu Chen'an's shoulder blades were aching, and the man pulled so hard, the sound of dislocation of joints accurately fell into the ears of the three of them.

Fu Huai didn't speak, took the white towel from Xiaohua's hand and wrapped it around Lu Chen'an's upper body, and said word by word: "This is not a hell, and I'm not a prime minister."

"Longying is the general name of the assets under my name, do you understand enough?"

"Really? This dream is so long..." After hearing this, Lu Chenan murmured in a low voice, letting the darkness swallow his consciousness.