Rebirth of Chen An

Naturally "knowing" Ding Sheng's identity, Chen An said after looking at the other party's ID: "So that's the case, no wonder I think that guy named Ivanov feels weird."

"But uncle, why did he invite you to drink?" Ding Sheng asked curiously, "Ivanov has a weird personality, and he rarely takes the initiative to contact people who have nothing to do with him."

"I remember he said that I'm somewhat similar to someone he knew, probably because of this." Seeing that Ding Sheng seemed to have something else to ask him, Chen An said with a tired look, "I'm a little tired Let’s talk about something tomorrow.”

"Well, Uncle Chen, rest well, I will come to you tomorrow."

Although Ding Sheng still wanted to ask Chen An some questions, but seeing Chen An's listless appearance, he couldn't keep asking, so he left after admonishing him.

Squeezing the sore brows, although the dizziness caused by drunkenness has not completely dissipated, after all, he just woke up, and Chen An couldn't fall asleep right away.

A person leaned against the head of the bed and leaned against it. Chen An took his bag and opened it as if he suddenly remembered something, and he was relieved after confirming that his bag of diamonds had not been opened by anyone.

Glancing at the mobile phone at the side, Chen An took the mobile phone and found that the mobile phone was turned off. After pressing the power button, there were several text messages reminding of missed calls, all of which were sent by Chen Yang.

After hesitating for a while, Chen An was thinking whether to call Chen Yang back when the phone rang, and Chen Yang called.

"Hello." Chen An pressed the answer button.

"Uncle! Are you okay? A strange man answered your call just now, and since then he has been calling you..."

Before Chen Yang on the other end of the phone finished speaking, Chen An interrupted the other party: "Okay, don't call me in the future if you have nothing to do, you should study hard, I'm going to sleep."

A little impatient, Chen An quickly hung up the phone.

Chen Yang, who was far away from his home in Shanghai, was in a daze looking at the mobile phone that had stopped communicating. Before he could answer, Chen An hung up the phone, feeling somewhat lost and frustrated.

He was just worried about Chen An.

I always felt that since Chen An came out of the hospital, he felt completely different, but he never hated it.

However, as long as Uncle is fine, as for the strange man who answered the phone before, maybe, maybe just a friend of Uncle.

Chen Yang unconsciously clenched his phone tightly, feeling inexplicably agitated. He took a deep breath and ran to the bedroom, took out all the clothes Chen An had changed, and squatted in the bathroom to wash the clothes by himself.

Before putting the clothes into the water, Chen Yang held the shirt worn by Chen An in his hand as if possessed by a demon, lowered his head and sniffed it gently.

There is no smell of sweat like ordinary men. Chen An is a man who pays great attention to personal hygiene. Sometimes Chen Yang will smell a faint fragrance around Chen An.

It doesn't smell like the perfume of the female students in the class, nor does it smell like the shower gel at home. He just thinks it smells good, and it smells nice.

There was still a faint scent of that man on the shirt, Chen Yang buried his face in the clothes, there was an illusion like being on the sunny coast, and there was an illusion that he was lying on Chen An's neck at the moment, he His lips rubbed against the man's smooth neck, and his cheeks were occasionally scratched by fine hair, which was a little itchy.

"What am I doing……"

The shirt in his hand fell into the basin full of water, and Chen Yang came back to his senses and looked at his hands in disbelief. He even enjoyed sucking the breath left on Chen An's clothes just now.

The panicked Chen Yang quickly poured the washing powder into the basin, and vigorously scrubbed Chen An's clothes, not daring to think about what he did just now.

Maybe he should go to Xiaomei tomorrow, yes, go to Xiaomei.

While thinking this way, a strange sense of guilt lingered in my heart for a long time and never dissipated.