Dressed as Mary Su romance cannon fodder

Huo Yu lay on the bed for a long while, even though he moved left and right, Jiang Lou didn't respond at all.

Huo Yu was helpless, kids these days are just addicted to mobile phones, he is so handsome lying beside him, isn't he as good-looking as a mobile phone?

Huo Yu simply stuck to him, put his arms around Jiang Lou's waist and hugged him.

"……what?"

Jiang Lou was dragged into the man's warm arms unexpectedly, the bridge of his nose hit his chest, and he had to move his hand holding the phone.

Huo Yu lowered his head and rubbed against his neck, the tip of his hair pricked him so itchy, he pushed him while smiling, "Huo Yu, why are you suddenly crazy?"

Huo Yu pinched the flesh on his face, "Like me?"

Jiang Lou: "..."

Huo Yu said again: "Could it be that you lied to me?"

"How is it possible!" Jiang Lou was weak, Huo Yu, he could be regarded as the person he had gone through two lifetimes to finally achieve consummation, how could he not like it?

Jiang Lou hugged his waist tightly, "I like you the most, Jiang Lou likes Huo Yu, it's true."

Huo Yu took a deep breath for a long time, until the throbbing in his heart was slightly suppressed, then he rubbed Jiang Lou's hair and said with a smile: "Then since we are married, should the lovely Jiang Tiantian...do something with your husband? "

Jiang Lou: "..."

Jiang Lou rolled his eyes and smiled slyly, "Not with your husband, but with your wife."

"That's fine." Huo Yu nodded seriously, "Then husband, shall we come?"

Jiang Lou couldn't help but yelled at him by the collar: "Why is your integrity gone again! Didn't you still be very serious just now?

Huo Yu grabbed his hands with a smile, "Take a look at where you are lying now? Is this suitable for seriousness?"

Jiang Lou's face turned red. He was sure that he liked Huo Yu very much. Huo Yu would always be irreplaceable to him. He was the person he carefully placed in his heart, but it was too sudden to really do something. .

"But... Huo Ying is still next door, it's not good..." Jiang Lou's eyes were erratic, his cheeks were slightly red, and his eyelids were slightly drooping, but he didn't dare to look at him. Huo Yu looked down, thinking that the person in his arms was so cute .

In fact, he didn't really intend to do anything, but Jiang Lou ignored him and purposely teased the children, but as a result, he really pissed himself off.

Huo Yu's throat moved slightly, he bent his mouth helplessly, lowered his head and kissed Jiang Lou's forehead and eyes, and finally stayed on his lips for a moment.

Jiang Lou closed his eyes tightly in fright, and began to brainwash himself that death sooner or later is death, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, early death and early death.

The crazy brainwashing effect was good, and he even gradually relaxed, so arrogant that he almost shouted directly: "Come on! Quick battle!"

However, Huo Yu let go of him, and tapped his forehead with his knuckles, "See what you're afraid of, I won't do anything."

Jiang Lou rubbed his forehead with a dull expression, is this the end?that's all?

He hesitated and sat up and leaned against the head of the bed. Huo Yu really didn't do anything else, picked up his mobile phone and handed it to him, and asked, "What were you doing just now?"

Jiang Lou suddenly realized that it was he who just ignored Huo Yu while looking at his phone.

She glanced at him apologetically, "I didn't mean to..."

"I don't blame you," Huo Yu said, "Don't lie down and play with your phone."

Jiang Lou threw the phone on the bed and explained, "I suddenly remembered something, so I searched it."

Jiang Lou had no memory before, so naturally he was very unfamiliar with Jiang Lou's mother, Ye Ying, and treated her as the mother of a character in the book without any emotion.

But after the memory came back, it was replaced by strong sadness and anger.

He remembered Ye Ying, even though he was only four or five years old when Ye Ying died.

In my memory, Jiang's father was very busy, working outside every day and rarely staying at home, while Ye Ying was only at home, a standard wealthy wife.Then everything happened very suddenly, Jiang Lou didn't know the cause and effect, but he remembered that day, when Ye Ying took him to the street and was waiting to cross the road at a certain intersection, someone pushed Ye Ying from behind.

Jiang Lou was also staggered and fell to the ground. When she looked up again, Ye Ying had been hit by a car that just happened to drive a few meters away, bleeding all over the ground.

Even though Jiang Lou insisted that someone pushed her, and she didn't rush out and get hit by a car, obviously no one would listen to him.

The cause of Ye Ying's death was later rumored to the outside world. She was found cheating, quarreled with Jiang's father and was hit by a car when she left home.

Xiao Jiang Lou buried this matter in his heart, but soon he had no time to think about how Ye Ying died, because it was already very difficult for him to live well in Jiang’s house every day, and even because he was too young at that time, he gradually Forgot the memory of Ye Ying.

Now he carefully recalled those details, and they gradually became clear in his mind.

He remembered Ye Ying's death, and also remembered where this woman, who was forgotten by the whole world, was buried.

Huo Yu was silent but hugged him tightly, "It's fine tomorrow, I'll accompany you to see our mother."

Jiang Lou: "..."

Suddenly it was not so sad.

"With all due respect, Mr. Huo is thick-skinned."

Huo Yu said: "Thanks to our mother, who made an appointment for us back then, otherwise how would I have married Jiang Tiantian."

Jiang Lou lowered his eyes and remained silent.

They will meet, even if there is no engagement, they have already met, right? One night when he was desperate and helpless in junior high school.

On the second day, Huo Ying squinted her eyes and looked at this and that, and found that the two of them were both energetic and disappointed.

"Brother, did I influence you here?"

She leaned over to ask Huo Yu in a low voice.

Huo Yu glanced at her, smiled lightly and said, "I'm quite self-aware."

Huo Ying cried bitterly. If she leaves, she will be homeless. If she doesn't leave, it will hinder her brother and sister-in-law. I am indeed a child abandoned by the world!

The next moment, a cup of hot milk was handed to her, and her male god was smiling at her.

"Today, your brother and I have something to go out, you take a good look at the house, and you can invite friends out to play if you are bored."

Huo Ying nodded frantically. Yes, she still has the account of Sister Huahua. She is on the front line, so how can she not produce food?After all, art comes from life!

Huo Yu drove the car, and it was already two o'clock in the afternoon when he arrived at the cemetery.

The cemetery where Ye Ying died is very far away from the city. It is almost a place with no village in front and no shop in the back. The traces of wind, frost, rain and dew corrosion are serious.

There was no one in the duty room either, Jiang Lou had a sullen face, and Huo Yu searched row after row of tombstones.

That girl with a sweet smile, who looked like a big bubble in a honey jar, died in the end without knowing why. She slept in such a place, and almost no one in the world remembered her, even her own brother and son, who only recently remembered her. up her.

Jiang Lou didn't understand what kind of power it was that could make people forget their loved ones unconsciously, or even forget their lover just like Huo Yu and him.

After searching for a long time, I finally found Ye Ying's tombstone in a corner.

The photo on the tombstone is very similar to the photo he saw from his cousin Ye Shu earlier, older and more mature, but with a sweet smile.

Jiang Lou couldn't help but shed a tear, it was true, he smiled, very much like her.

"Sorry……"

Jiang Lou raised his hand and gently stroked the two characters "Ye Ying" whose paint had been half peeled off.

"I'm sorry, I forgot about you for so many years..."

Suddenly, Huo Yu patted him on the shoulder.

Jiang Lou lowered his head, and there were a few purple flowers scattered beside the tombstone. Although they were about to wither, the delicate purple color indicated that they had only appeared for a few days.