After the Stand-in Shou Faked His Death

It was already early morning when Xu Chengyan received the call.

"Come and pick me up." The voice of the man on the other end of the phone was a little hoarse, and the background sound was chaotic.

After finishing speaking, it was convenient to hang up the phone.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Chengyan received another location message, and the location indicated that he was in a local bar.

Xu Chengyan resisted his sleepiness, got up and changed his clothes, picked up the car keys and hurried out the door.

Winter had just passed, and it was still cold outside, so Xu Chengyan wrapped his coat tightly and got in the car.

Even though it was already one o'clock in the morning, the side of Central Street was still bustling with bright store lights everywhere.

Xu Chengyan came to the bar, skillfully passed through the crowd, and walked towards the private room inside. When he opened the door, he saw the man surrounded by everyone at a glance.

The lighting in the box was dim and chaotic. Several young men were sitting drinking together, while the man in the middle of the sofa was leaning on the back of the chair nonchalantly, dangling a wine glass in his hand.

Suddenly, the man seemed to have noticed something, and looked up towards the door.

Someone in the box also noticed the figure at the door, and shouted: "The banquet is here!"

"It's really here! It's all here!"

"After all, it was Young Master He who made the call himself, so the banquet must come!"

A group of young masters jokingly looked at the man in the middle of the sofa.

The man glanced at the black-haired young man at the door, put the wine glass on the table, and said to the others: "Let's go back first."

"Hey, is Young Master He really leaving?"

"Will Young Master He stop drinking a few more cups?"

The man ignored the surrounding voices, just walked straight out of the box, and because the bar was a bit stuffy, he casually pulled his tie.

After getting in the car, the man leaned back in the chair tiredly and closed his eyes.

Xu Chengyan, who was sitting in the driver's seat, leaned over to help the man fasten his seat belt, and noticed the man's frown.

The two were very close, and Xu Chengyan could still smell the strong smell of alcohol on the man's body, and said softly: "If the husband doesn't like it, don't drink so much next time."

The man still closed his eyes and didn't respond, as if he was asleep and didn't hear.

The man didn't wake up until the car stopped under the apartment.

Back at the apartment, He Yang took off his coat and threw it on the sofa.

Xu Chengyan walked over, hung the clothes on the sofa on the coat rack next to him, and said, "Sir, I'm going to make soup."

Xu Chengyan walked towards the kitchen, ready to make a hangover soup.

"No need." He Yang lay on the sofa, rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and asked in a low voice, "Are there any more wontons?"

"There is only the last meal of wonton." Xu Chengyan came to the refrigerator, "I plan to save it for my husband tomorrow morning."

"Then eat wontons now."

Xu Chengyan smiled, and couldn't help asking: "If you eat now, what will you eat tomorrow morning?"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow." He Yang said casually.

Xu Chengyan suppressed a smile, and still took out a bowl of wrapped wontons from the refrigerator.

My husband still likes to eat wontons so much.

Xu Chengyan suddenly remembered that when he first moved here to live with his husband, one day he made a bowl of wontons for him on a whim. After that, his husband became fond of eating wontons, and he would prepare wonton wrappers at home in advance.

Then this habit has been maintained for five years.

Xu Chengyan went into the kitchen, and after the wontons were cooked, he came to the dining room and shouted to the living room, "Sir, it's ready."

He Yang who was leaning on the sofa got up and walked step by step.

Xu Chengyan took a spoon and put it on the dinner plate, reminding: "It may be a little hot."

He Yang didn't make a sound, just looked at the young man at the dining table, a little lost in thought.

The young man's peach eyes were full of tenderness. He was wearing a white shirt with slightly rolled up sleeves. It seemed that the top two buttons of the shirt were not fastened because it was relatively hot in the kitchen.

He Yang's gaze fell on the young man's white collarbone, he suddenly got up and leaned over, hugged the young man from behind, and leaned his head on his shoulder.

Xu Chengyan was taken aback, and said: "Sir?"

He Yang still didn't respond, he lowered his head and rested his head on the young man's shoulder, rubbing his lips against the side of the young man's neck, and stretched out his hand in front of the young man, unbuttoning his shirt one by one.

The two had been in close contact many times, and Xu Chengyan knew what He Yang meant, but he still asked, "Sir, don't you want to eat first?"

"Eat later." He Yang replied casually, with a little force on his hands, he picked him up and walked towards the living room.

He Yang put the young man in his arms on the sofa, and looked down at the person in front of him.

He Yang looked at those peach blossom eyes, slowly raised his hand, untied the tie around his neck, then covered the young man's eyes with the tie, and bent down.

And that bowl of hot wontons was still placed on the dining table alone, from steaming to gradually cooling down.

Until the end, He Yang couldn't eat that wonton.

But He Yang has already "eat" another supper.

When He Yang woke up the next morning, the pillow was already empty.

He Yang got up and went to the corridor, and smelled the fragrance from the kitchen.

He Yang leaned against the kitchen, and saw the young man in pajamas, making breakfast in the kitchen.

Xu Chengyan also heard the movement behind him, looked back, and smiled: "I got up a bit late in the morning, I didn't buy wonton wrappers, so I bought dumplings and came back."

The dumplings in the pot were already cooked, Xu Chengyan turned off the fire and brought over two bowls.

After the two had breakfast, He Yang went back to the bedroom to change clothes.

He Yang had to go to the company in the morning, and Xu Chengyan was holding a tie at the side.

Xu Chengyan helped to tie the tie, and then asked: "Sir, will you come back for dinner tonight?"

"Should be." He Yang said lightly.

Xu Chengyan straightened his tie, raised his head, and smiled at the man, "Then I'll wait for you tonight, sir."

"En." He Yang replied a little coldly, turned and left.

Xu Chengyan looked at He Yang's back, but didn't feel anything, after all, he was used to the indifference of men.

The husband has always been like this, he is so indifferent to everyone around him, even in front of his friend Fa Xiao, he is always calm, and rarely shows his emotional side.

At the beginning, Xu Chengyan was still at a loss, wondering whether his husband liked him or not.

But later, after the two got along for a long time, he gradually let go of it, because the husband has such an iceberg personality.

He has also been waiting, waiting for the day when the iceberg melts.

But even if the iceberg doesn't melt, it's enough to keep the status quo.

At least he is the most special person around Mr.

They lived together like a couple for five years.

And Mr. is the only one around him, there are no other messy little lovers or anything like that.

Everything is so beautiful, so good that it is like a dream.

He's already, very satisfied.