reborn as husband and wife

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Sun Zhaoyun was stunned on the spot, he always had no expression, he only gave people a cold feeling, and finally he called out softly, "Qingqi..." That call has been practiced countless times in his heart, over the past six months , indeed came out of his own mouth for the first time, it was the name of the person in his heart, and he dared not desecrate it like a treasured treasure.

Qingqi spoke, still with the low tone, indifferent and pleasant voice, but responded with a strange and alienated language attitude, Mr. Sun?

Hehe, Sun Zhaoyun smiled wryly in his heart, kept his face calm, forced himself to smile happily, and continued to want to say more, but was welcomed into the mansion politely and indifferently by that person.

In the past six months, this is the first time Sun Zhaoyun has seen He Chenxu. He and Qingqi are still so affectionate. The lingering intimacy between them makes the existence of him, an outsider, a factor of disharmony. There was a feeling in my heart that I couldn't get into it at all... However, his feelings for Su Qingqi were real.

When Su Qingqi left, Sun Zhaoyun chatted with He Chenxu hypocritically. When talking about walking around with his friend, he blurted out what was in his heart. The hidden feelings in his heart were unconsciously exposed, and he also For the first time, I saw He Chenxu getting angry at him.

Broke up unhappily.

Sun Zhaoyun was walking on the way back to the inn, his tall and slender figure made the white clothes look like a fairy, but his heart at this moment was a bit messier than ordinary people, his chin was always arrogant and raised Now he is hanging down slightly, his hands are also hanging weakly on his sides, his whole demeanor is decadent and lost, pedestrians pass by him, heavy traffic, just like in the past...everything will leave, won't it?

He thought of his parents, who passed away a long time ago, leaving Xiao Yu to be with him. Gradually, Xiao Yu grew up, got married, and left him. He finally mustered up the courage to fight for himself once. His feelings were like a heavy slap in the face, hitting him in the face!

In business, he is the all-powerful Boss Sun, but in life, he is a coward who cannot afford to lose!

He doubted, what is his obsession with Su Qingqi?Is it because the emotion is difficult to relieve and the precipitation of time has caused me to have a fantasy?What he couldn't let go of was really Su Qingqi?Or was it Su Qingqi who was shaped by his own thoughts to save him?

Lonely... He is so lonely... He Chenxu and Su Qingqi, I can't get involved... I'm just jealous of He Chenxu... All my life... A coward who looks up to everyone...

One drop...two drops...is it raining?Sun Zhaoyun wiped his face, and stopped at the street corner in a daze, looking at the gray sky, bigger raindrops hit his cheeks, hard, hurting his face.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger...

He covered his face with his hands, weeping in a low voice on the sparsely pedestrian street, his shoulders twitched slightly, and tears flowed down his fingers... Father said that a man cannot cry, he wants to be like the sky existing……

There was a thunder in the sky, mixed with bigger raindrops, and the pedestrians running in the rain passed by, and the splashed mud stained his white clothes. He still stayed where he was, with his face in his hands, and no one saw him. What are you doing, I think this person is crazy.

He was covered in mud, his clothes were wet by the rain, and his hair was congealed into locks and stuck to his fair face. Sun Zhaoyun would be so downcast. He laughed softly and laughed at himself, the tears in his eyes kept flowing. Red, body trembling slightly, coughing heavily...

He put down his hands covering his face, let the rain fall on his face, and covered his tears, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised. A mocking smile, but the eyes lost their former look.

"Little Er! Wine!" Sun Zhaoyun stepped into the inn with his whole body dripping wet, and he and he just walked out of the inn looked like two people, one in high spirits and the other in a daze, what happened?Xiao Er suppressed her doubts and hurriedly welcomed the person in.

Sitting in the corner, Sun Zhaoyun filled the table with wine, raised his head and drank it boldly, as if he was drinking plain water. There were not many people in the inn on rainy days, and Xiaoer dared not approach him , for fear of touching the brow.

His clothes were dripping with rain, and Sun Zhaoyun was lying in front of the table and chair, holding a wine jar and gulping down. At this moment, Sun Zhaoyun looked like a drunkard, a lunatic, with his meticulously combed hair tightly attached to his skin, and his white Adam's apple up and down. As she moved, the crystal drops of water that slid down the corners of her eyes rolled down one after another, no one noticed...no one cared...

Xiao Yu is fine now, Chen Xu and Qing Qi are fine, everyone is fine...so good...hehe...the wine jar rolled down beside him, another jar...

Father and mother, you must never have imagined, hiccup... I am a person who committed suicide... Hehe... Xiao Yu is already married... You don't have to worry... I'll come to you... Xiaoyun is so sad... ...Xiaoyun, I don't want to be here anymore...Father and mother, take Xiaoyun away...

"Guest officer, please—" The inn ushered in a guest. He looked like a handsome and cute young man, and he looked very pleasing!

"Xiao Er, wine—" A drunken roar caused Xiao Er and the boy to turn their eyes to the source of the sound at the same time.

Then there was the sound of a wine jar being smashed to the ground, "Boom—"

Xiaoer smiled apologetically at the young man, motioned the young man to find a place to sit, and then went to fetch the wine.

That's——still the fragile look, but at this time he lost his sharpness and became more confused. Xing Jing walked towards Sun Zhaoyun's wine table, walking very lightly, and quickly arrived in front of Sun Zhaoyun.

Sun Zhaoyun was so drunk that his eyes were dizzy, he raised the wine jar and threw it at Xing Jing, roaring, "I asked you to bring the wine! Are you deaf?!"

Xing Jing looked at this man worriedly, he would never forget this face in his life, it was the first time he did such absurd thing when he grew up!He knew that this man couldn't recognize himself at the moment!

With a quick turn around, the wine jar hit the ground without touching Xing Jing. He bent down and dragged the drunk man up, and carried him on his back. Soon his body was violently punched and kicked.

Not to mention that he was a young master and no one dared to beat him, even when he was learning martial arts, his master had never kicked him so brutally, Xing Jing endured the attack from behind, and let Xiao Er lead him into Sun Zhaoyun's room.

Put the person on the bed, took off Sun Zhaoyun's wet clothes, and stuffed them into the bed. There were still traces of traces on that smooth and white body. Xing Jing looked at the person on the bed more apologetically, and took a dry towel to wipe it off. his hair.

Sun Zhaoyun squinted his eyes and grabbed Xing Jing's hand, flung him away with all his might, curled up towards the inner side of the bed, his whole body was trembling, Xing Jing didn't dare to vent his anger, just stood by the bed and looked at this A man with a bare back.

There was a slight sobbing sound in the quiet room, and with the slight trembling of the body of the person on the bed, Xing Jing thought, he must be crying.

What happened, the sound of crying in a low voice can be heard to be suppressed, which makes people worry. Xing Jing is only seventeen or eighteen years old. Seeing this 23-year-old man crying in front of him, his heart feels like A mess.

Perhaps because he cried too much, Sun Zhaoyun coughed heavily, Xing Jing was so frightened that he quickly poured a glass of water, picked him up and leaned against his arms, and gently fed him water.

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Sun Zhaoyun half-closed his eyes, drank a few sips of water sobbingly, then glanced at his face and stopped touching, whispering, "Father and mother, take Xiaoyun away..."

Xiaoyun?Xing Jing stared at Sun Zhaoyun's face for a while, his heart slowed down a beat, and he called out softly, "Xiaoyun..."

"Father, mother..." Sun Zhaoyun sobbed and rubbed against Xing Jing's body, calling softly.

Xing Jing saw that a drunkard with a temper turned into a well-behaved person all of a sudden. He had an inexplicable feeling. The fragility makes people pity.

As if being possessed by something, Xing Jing bowed his head and kissed Sun Zhaoyun lightly. The shallow kiss, the cool and soft thin lips, felt so so. He smiled, with curved eyes, shallow The dimples look really cute.

Xiaoer brought hangover soup for Sun Zhaoyun to drink, and fetched water to help Sun Zhaoyun scrub his body. He was busy until dark before Xing Jing went down to have a quick bite, and went upstairs to take care of Sun Zhaoyun who was in a coma.

In the evening, Sun Zhaoyun developed a low-grade fever. After taking the medicine, he still couldn't see An Sheng.

Xing Jing thought about it, and thought that the two of them had already done the most intimate things, so it should be nothing to sleep together. Besides, we were all men, and they took off their clothes and climbed onto the bed. The person with the body wrapped around him, his legs wrapped around his thighs, his arms were around his waist, his forehead was pressed tightly against his chest, in short, the two were tightly stuck together.

The touch of Sun Zhaoyun's body made Xing Jing feel very comfortable. He also turned over to face Sun Zhaoyun, wrapped Sun Zhaoyun in his arms, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

"Hmm... water..." the person in the arms frowned and rubbed against Xing Jing's chest, whispering uncomfortably.

Xing Jing opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw a man lying on his chest, who was acting like a baby to himself with his eyes closed. Suddenly, his mind cleared up, and he carefully hugged the man inside, stood up by himself, naked all over, and the thing under his crotch Under the friction of the man all night, he actually reacted.

Xing Jing brought the water over, hugged Sun Zhaoyun against his chest, and fed him water, but Sun Zhaoyun turned his head and refused to open his mouth, frowning all the time, "Thirsty...water..."

Staring at the pale lips for a moment, Xing Jing took a sip of water from the teacup, lifted Sun Zhaoyun's chin and fed the water in, the dry lips finally became moist under repeated kisses, and Xing Jing pressed his forehead to Sun Zhaoyun's. On Zhao Yun's forehead, he found that he was no longer hot, so he felt relieved.

He picked up the clothes hanging on the cabinet and prepared to wear them. When he lowered his head, he saw his "brother" in high spirits. After thinking about it, he squatted down in front of the bed and lifted the corner of the quilt to look inside. Sure enough, Sun Zhaoyun's things belonged to him. Also tilted up, Xing Jing giggled.

After venting himself with his hands, Xing Jing quickly put on his clothes, sat on the bedside and helped the sleeping Sun Zhaoyun relieve his desires and desires. After he was comfortable, he went to clean his hands, wash up, and then opened the door to go out. Because of the lesson from last time, he just went down and ordered the food to be served, and after a while, he came up to take care of the sick.

Sun Zhaoyun's brain was about to explode, the chaos made his brain hurt, he had long forgotten what he had done, and now he just felt uncomfortable all over, he groaned and groaned uncomfortably, causing Xing Jing came to the room to sit quietly.

"How are you? Is your head still hurting?" Xing Jing had a baby face that was surprisingly handsome. Most people would feel at ease the first time they opened their eyes, but the one lying on the bed was Sun Zhaoyun.

"Why are you here?!" The hoarse voice could not conceal his indifference, he frowned and stared sharply at Xing Jing in front of the bed, and instinctively stepped back, as if a little afraid.

"Um, I, I'm here to take care of you." Xing Jing scratched his hair, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed and cramped when facing his grandson Zhao Yun's sober and alienated expression.

"Get out!" Sun Zhaoyun glared at him coldly, turned over to face the side of the bed, as if seeing him again would make him feel uncomfortable for several days.

After all, Xing Jing is a young man. He was stared at with such disgusting eyes, and the grievance in his heart was pressed on his heart one after another. He took care of him all night, and his shoulders were still sore. Why did this person change his face? So fast!

He still stood where he was, without moving, staring at the figure on the bed without blinking, pursing his mouth slightly, eyes full of grievances, just like that.

"Can't you understand people's words? I'll let you go!" Sun Zhaoyun's indifferent and harsh words sounded again, his voice became even hoarse. The voice was not loud, but it hurt people's hearts.

The young man's enthusiasm was poured with a basin of cold water, and his face couldn't hold back anymore. He was about to turn around and leave immediately. His eyes were red, the tip of his nose was red, and his round face was reddened by suffocation. Suddenly, a voice came from his ear.

"You don't want to appear in front of me again. What happened that night will be written off." The tone was light, but it was completely hurtful and indifferent.

"Hum!" Tears finally came out of Shui Lingling's big eyes, and he sniffled. Xing Jing snorted bitterly, opened the door and went out. He went to the corner and wiped the tears from his eyes, feeling depressed. It hurts.

He is a son of a rich family, and he has never done any heavy work. After serving this man all night, he was kicked out. Thinking about it, he feels really cheap!The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Xing Jing's tears rolled down his delicate little nose, sobbing softly.

He wiped away his tears indiscriminately. He is a hero who wants to walk the rivers and lakes, so he can't just cry when encountering things. Xing Jing tried his best to put on a smiling face, and decided to leave after the man recovered from his illness. He would never pester him. !

Pushing open the door, Sun Zhaoyun was lying on the bed eating, when he heard the sound of the door, he raised his eyes and looked over, it was that boy again!There was a hint of astonishment in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by disgust.

"Why are you here again?" Sun Zhaoyun's harsh words rang out again, he could already see that the young man in front of him was a thin-skinned person who wanted to save face, since he took care of himself, then what happened that night was regarded as a nightmare, offset, Didn't you just go out crying?Why are you back again?

"I'll take care of you until you recover from illness, then I'll leave." The young man replied sullenly, no longer looking up at Sun Zhaoyun, as if he was throwing a temper tantrum.

"I don't need you, let's go." Looking at the red and swollen eyes of the young man, Sun Zhaoyun slightly softened his tone and said slowly.

"No!" The young man raised his head stubbornly, his big watery eyes stared at Sun Zhaoyun stubbornly, Sun Zhaoyun forgot to be angry, but thought this young man was really cute.

Sun Zhaoyun closed his eyes, moved his eyes away from looking at the boy, was silent for a long time, and then said again, "You don't have to worry about what happened that night." He was still a child who didn't grow up.

"Oh." Xing Jing replied in a muffled voice, lowered his head, walked up to Sun Zhaoyun, squatted down, looked up at the pale face of the man on the bed, and said cautiously, "I won't cause trouble for you."

Sun Zhaoyun looked down at the young man squatting by the bed like a puppy, his wet eyes flatteringly looked at himself, his cold face softened unconsciously, forget it, it doesn't matter, he lifted the bowl, and the young man He picked up the bowl winkingly, waved his hands, and said wearily, "Whatever you want." After the words fell, he leaned over to rest.

Xing Jing put the bowl on the table next to him, and walked out with light steps, his heart beating fast. That person is not so indifferent on the surface.

Sun Zhaoyun slept for a day, sat up with the help of the bed, went to the window and took a look, it was already dark, and looked back at the quiet room, it was dark and quiet, sighed softly, and dragged his tired body to open the window. The door was about to call for some food, but unexpectedly, the first time the door was opened, the boy appeared.

Xing Jing held the lunch box in his hand and stepped into the room. After lighting the lamp, Sun Zhaoyun sat quietly at the table, waiting for the young man to bring the food one by one. Beside, "Let's eat."

Sun Zhaoyun glanced at Xing Jing, did not speak, picked up the chopsticks to eat, the meal was silent, only a little crisp sound of chopsticks colliding with the bowl, and soon, the leftovers were taken away.

The young man came over with water for washing his feet and looked at Sun Zhaoyun. Sun Zhaoyun was stunned for a while, then sat back on the bed and let the young man take off his shoes and socks. The warm water flowed on the soles of his feet, and the young man's comfortable massage dissipated his fatigue. Quite a lot, after drying his feet, Sun Zhaoyun went to bed, and the boy went out.

Sun Zhaoyun opened the note in the palm of his hand, and saw the words on it clearly with the faint light, and inexplicable emotions flashed across his eyes, since he was born so noble, why should he stay here and be angry with himself? Looking at the boy's actions just now, It's true that she doesn't look like someone who can serve people, but she moves carefully and is comfortable to be served.

The door was pushed open again, Sun Zhaoyun threw the note into the corner, looked at Xing Jing with a calm expression, as if asking why you came in again.

Xing Jing came back fragrant, looking at Sun Zhaoyun's expression in shock, but only for a moment, he walked to the bed, undressed and said, "I want to sleep with you."

With Sun Zhaoyun's amazing kung fu, Xing Jing had already turned off the lights and lifted the quilt and came up. His fiery body warmed up the cold quilt all at once. He didn't make any unnecessary movements. He lay down carefully, hesitated for a while, and then He stretched out his arms to wrap around Sun Zhaoyun's neck, and held him in his arms.

It wasn't until he was embraced by the young man that Sun Zhaoyun came to his senses. Smelling the fragrance of the young man's body, his soft body hadn't fully opened yet, so he sighed softly, closed his eyes and lay down peacefully, and his arms also sought a comfortable position. Wrapped around the boy's waist, the two of them didn't speak from the beginning to the end, only knowing that something was changing.

你 叫 什么 名字？

Xing Jing.

Xing Jing, don't leave.

Well, Xiaoyun...

With a shallow kiss, the two fell asleep...

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