The love I killed is back

At night Mo Wenliang went back to the hotel room to rest, and when he saw He Jinbo coming out of the bathroom, he realized where his ominous premonition came from during the day.

Yu Xin!

"Ha chirp!" Yu Xin, who was successfully moved into a deluxe single room because of the room change, rubbed his arms. The heating in this hotel room is not very good.But he created an opportunity for Lao He, and he sent Lao He a cheering message on WeChat.

Old He, brother can only help you so far.

He Jinbo wiped his hair with a towel, and said to Mo Wenliang who was standing in front of the door: "Why are you standing there so stupidly? Go take a shower."

Mo Wenliang clenched his hands subconsciously by his side, but he kept his face calm. He took out his pajamas from the luggage bag and walked into the bathroom. A series of movements were as stiff as a robot, until he locked the bathroom door. Only slightly relieved.

"Don't be nervous, nothing will happen to us until you decide what gift to give Aunt Gan." Suddenly He Jinbo's voice came through the bathroom door with a smile.

With a cold face, Mo Wenliang punched the wall directly.

When Mo Wenliang came out of the bathroom, He Jinbo was already sitting on the bed. The latter was holding a book in his hand and looked at him. The dim light shone on his face, and his slightly wet hair was hanging down, which could barely cover his eyes. his eyebrows.

At this time, He Jinbo's quiet appearance is very much like Jin Yan.

He Jinbo looked away from the book, and his black eyes were shining like stars under the lamp: "What's wrong?"

Mo Wenliang's eyes flickered for a moment, and he just shook his head slightly: "It's okay."

Mo Wenliang picked up the hair dryer to dry his hair and lay on the bed ready to go to bed. He was really tired after playing for a day. He was not a person who particularly liked sports and fun. Maybe I would lend him the book of He Jinbo. You can watch it for a day.

"Let's talk?" It was obvious that He Jinbo, an athlete, was full of energy. He didn't want to let Mo Wenliang go, so he got out of bed and walked to Mo Wenliang's side.

Feeling the other side of the bed sinking, Mo Wenliang closed his eyes heavily, opened them again and turned around to see He Jinbo sitting beside him.

"I refuse, I want to sleep."

"You are so indifferent to your benefactor, huh?" He Jinbo leaned down and pinched Mo Wenliang's cheek.

Mo Wenliang slapped his hand away directly: "When did you become my benefactor?"

He Jinbo: "It's during the day, isn't it? If I hadn't helped you out, when do you think you'd be able to get rid of those unsightly things?"

Mo Wenliang did not deny that it was indeed He Jinbo who made the rescue, but why did he feel that the latter had an inexplicable hostility towards his classmates during the day, so he stretched out his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose: "What do you want to talk about?"

"How about just talking about those people during the day?"

Mo Wenliang raised his eyebrows, not understanding why He Jinbo wanted to talk about this: "They are my classmates in college. I haven't seen them since I graduated from college. Today is also a coincidence."

He Jinbo frowned: "I don't like the way they look at you."

Mo Wenliang: "What look?"

"Well... how should I put it?" He Jinbo was thinking about what words to use to describe it, "like watching a clown about to perform."

It's a very appropriate description, Mo Wenliang thought, wouldn't he be like a clown in front of everyone back then, what's ridiculous is that he was the only one on stage.

It was this hateful face in front of him that pushed him onto the stage.

He Jinbo wanted to say something else, but his cell phone rang, and when he saw the caller ID, he got up and said to Mo Wenliang, "Go to sleep, I'll go out and answer the call."

"En." Mo Wenliang was straightforward, turned around and pointed his butt at him.

He Jinbo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile, and turned off the light before leaving.

The room was suddenly plunged into darkness. Mo Wenliang opened his eyes, but he didn't expect to feel sleepy after just chatting a few words.

During the day, he was also very surprised that he could call Zheng Xiumei and the others by their names all at once. Obviously, everyone has changed so much. It has been nine years, but the memories are so clear.

Can't forget...how can I forget those memories that ruined me.

Here He Jinbo is walking in the empty corridor, the phone in his hand is still ringing, he is not in a hurry to answer it, and the person on the other end of the phone seems to understand him, and has not hung up.

It wasn't until He Jinbo walked to the top floor of the hotel, and the cool wind hit his face, that he lay on the railing and answered slowly, "Hello?"

"Is it done?" The person on the other end of the phone said something.

"Tsk, no." He Jinbo scratched his hair irritably, he took out a cigarette and lit one: "Things are a bit unexpected."

"This is different from what you said. When you came back, you boasted in front of everyone that you could win the target. Now you tell me that there is a problem?"

"I said, I can do it, give me some more time." Mo Wenliang's indifferent eyes flashed in He Jinbo's mind.

"Come on, I have to remind you that time is running out. If it weren't for the fact that you stayed with the target the longest, you would have been eliminated long ago."

"Do I have a chance of being eliminated? I haven't forgotten that the two in front of me died after approaching the target." He Jinbo sneered.

"You..." The other end of the phone was a little speechless, and after a while he sighed: "This is all your fate."

"Bullshit fate." After He Jinbo finished speaking, he hung up immediately, lying on the railing and smoking a cigarette.His life was going smoothly, but everything was broken just a year ago.

He was captured by several men in black and taken to a luxurious house, where he saw the most terrifying thing in his life.

The room was full of people who looked exactly like him, and they had the same astonished gazes on their faces.

Different lives, different families, but they have exactly the same face.

Soon a man in a tuxedo shows up and tells them they have to accomplish something before they can come back to life.

To be alive again, He Jinbo didn't understand what the other party meant at the time, and they resisted until scary spots appeared on their bodies inexplicably.

"You have been injected with a virus, and the spots will grow more and more over time. If there is no antidote, you will die within a year." The man in the tuxedo said something horrifying with an understatement.

"Why, why is it us? And why do we all look exactly the same?" He Jinbo stood up and asked.

The man in the tuxedo couldn't help but glanced at him, and answered his question: "This is the reason for your existence, it is your destiny."

After finishing the cigarette, He Jinbo's thoughts drifted far, far away.Some time ago, he secretly took his parents' hair for a paternity test, and the answer made him very painful but also kind of expected.

He was not born to his parents. He didn't try to ask his parents, but told other people to check it out, and it turned out that everyone was not his own.

So what exactly is their existence, why is Mo Wenliang the target, and why their mission is so...weird.

"Let Mo Wenliang fall in love with you."

"Falling in love with me? And then?" He Jinbo still remembers being very surprised at that time.

"To put it bluntly, let him fall in love with you, willing to go anywhere with you, and willing to tell the world about his love for you." It was clearly a love story, but the man in the tuxedo said it in a blunt tone.

"It's so difficult..." He Jinbo withdrew his thoughts, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, and when he was about to go back, he saw four people standing downstairs, who happened to be Mo Wenliang's so-called college classmates.

What are you doing together in the middle of the night?He Jinbo propped his chin and thought curiously.

Zhou Mengnan and his group couldn't find that there was a curious baby on top of them watching them. When they came to Zhou Mengnan's room, Zhou Mengnan took out a miniature camera and said, "I've already found out about Mo Wenliang's room. Living in the same room, all we have to do is put this gadget in."

"Zhou Mengnan, this is against the law." Su Qi couldn't help but said.

"Huh? You are so cute and silly," Zhou Mengnan sneered, and then his eyes sank, "I warn you not to hinder me, you stand here now, you are an accomplice!"

Su Qi's body trembled, and Zhou Mengnan's voice suddenly softened again: "Don't worry, as long as you don't get caught, how can it be a crime?"

"The question is how do we get into the room?" Zheng Xiumei is different from Su Qi, her love for excitement has always existed.

Zhou Mengnan took out the room card from his pocket: "Here, as long as there is money and power in this world, I can get the key to hell."

"Wow." Zheng Xiumei took the room card, looking eager to try.

Tao Zimo didn't agree with this in his heart, but he couldn't let Zhou Mengnan mess around. In case something went wrong that would directly affect the family's business, he said: "We can let Zheng Xiumei pretend to be a waiter and go in to clean the room tomorrow, and take the opportunity to set up a camera. .”

Zhou Mengnan nodded: "I think so too. Tomorrow I will secretly follow Mo Wenliang to hold him back and give you enough time."

Zheng Xiumei smiled confidently: "No problem."

Zhou Mengnan: "The opportunity is tomorrow. I want to see if Mo Wenliang can maintain that calm face when he sees the video."

Zhou Mengnan's ruthless look made Zheng Xiumei and Su Qi's hearts tremble.

Tao Zimo bowed his head and pondered for a while before saying: "Xiumei, be careful in everything, contact me on WeChat if you have anything to do."

Zheng Xiumei nodded, but she felt that this task was very easy: "Don't worry, Zimo, I will go out and guarantee success."

The corner of Zhou Mengnan's mouth curled up playfully: "I'm really looking forward to seeing that broken face again."