In the surrogate abuse article, I am possessed by the drama

This is the second month that Jiang Yu has traveled to the book.

He sat at one end of the couch in the living room, looking at the spacious living room where servants came and went moving furniture.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Yu asked.

No one cares about him.

Jiang Yu sat for a while, quietly took out a small notepad the size of a palm from the back of his waist, took out a pen, and quietly wrote in the notebook: October No. 15, Mo Songlin went out to eat with Miss Li, Did not return overnight, parentheses: what to eat, it must be a date.

Jiang Yu finished memorizing this line on subjective assumptions, stuffed the thick little book back into his pocket, and tapped lightly with a sense of accomplishment, the door beeped, and the man pushed it open and walked in.

He was dressed in a well-tailored handmade suit, and he looked less than 30 years old. He was wearing a long black trench coat. He was slender, with spotless leather shoes on his feet, and his facial features were as heroic and resolute as a magazine cover.

This person is Mo Songlin, the male protagonist in the dog-blood stand-in literature, and Jiang Yu is dressed as the supporting male in the book-a dog-licking stand-in raised by Mo Songlin in captivity, a scumbag who has moonlight since ancient times, Mo Songlin The scumbag's Bai Yueguang was his high school classmate, and Jiang Yu happened to look a little like a boy version of Bai Yueguang, so he got him back.

And this stand-in lacked love in childhood, his family owed a lot of debts and had to drop out of high school to work. After being raised by Mo Songlin in captivity, he regarded Mo Songlin, who occasionally gave a little warmth from his fingers, as his great benefactor. He was imprisoned and abused He didn't know how to resist, and in the end he foolishly killed Bai Yueguang, the original owner, thinking that by doing so, Mo Songlin would be able to look him in the eye.

He didn't know until his death that he was supposed to have a warm family and a smooth future. He was the young master of the Mo Group, but he was dropped by the nanny with his own child at birth, and the fake who occupied his position Young master, he knew his identity a long time ago, and even used tricks to send him into the hands of Mo Songlin, who was said to be "the person who often plays with the disabled bed", hoping that he would disappear.

It's a pity that he looks too much like the young version of Bai Yueguang. A scumbag like Mo Songlin actually develops a strange virginity complex, and he doesn't want to do anything to the "young Bai Yueguang". In spring and winter, Mo Songlin asked the original owner to wear only a thin white shirt every day. The heating channel in the original owner's room was blocked for a long time, so he could only go to the living room to keep warm during the day, and shivered in the room at night.

Mo Songlin didn't care about the food, but with Mo Songlin's indifferent attitude, the servants in the villa also became angry with the original owner. Without Mo Songlin, the original owner would have nothing to eat, and the kitchen was occupied by the servants. People locked him and didn't allow him to enter, so the original owner gnawed on the occasional hidden things. Living like this, the original owner became thinner than a bone. Mo Songlin was even happier when he saw that the original owner's bones became more obvious.

——This thin appearance in white clothes really resembles his white moonlight in the green season.

"Are you still obedient at home?" The man came over and stroked his soft hair like a puppy.

Jiang Yu didn't dare to respond, so he could only nod obediently.

——His voice was too crisp and clean, and the timbre did not match Mo Songlin's Bai Yueguang. Mo Songlin didn't like him talking.

"Come in." The man turned back to the door and said.

Another young man who looked eighteen or nineteen years old came in outside the door. He was about the same height as Jiang Yu, but his appearance was far behind. Jiang Yu spoke with a gentle and elegant voice, which didn't match his face: "Mr. Mo, who is this person?"

Before Jiang Yu raised his head, he heard the voice, and thought: Yep, it's another poor substitute who is about to be bullied.

This voice is very similar to Mo Songlin's Bai Yueguang. After Jiang Yu came here, he sneaked to Mo Songlin's house and listened to the Bai Yueguang tapes he kept several times, and he recognized it as soon as he listened.

Mo Songlin took off his coat and said casually, "Don't worry about him."

"But…"

Mo Songlin turned his back, and just as Jiang Yu raised his head, he saw the new stand-in glaring at him, but cautiously asked: "Isn't it good not to say hello to that brother?" ?”

Mo Songlin paused, turned his head, and frowned slightly: "Who taught you to speak like this?"

The new stand-in fell silent for a moment, his face was pale, and he stumbled and said, "Yes, I'm sorry."

"Speak generously." Mo Songlin loosened his tie again, took a look at him and walked into the study.

The new stand-in let out a long sigh of relief, turned around and glared at Jiang Yu who was nestled on the sofa.

Jiang Yu: "?" He was sitting here sitting comfortably, who did he provoke?

The leather sofa next to him sank, Jiang Yu glanced at it, and saw that the new stand-in was still sitting next to him, he didn't want to answer, and moved silently to the side of the sofa.

Immediately afterwards, there was a disdainful snort from the side, and a warm voice that didn't fit the tone at all: "You are the Jiang Yu who has been with Mr. Mo for four years, right?"

Jiang Yu cherished his words like gold: "Why?"

"Hmph." The new stand-in smiled contemptuously: "I thought it looked so attractive, but it turned out not to be too bad."

As soon as the words fell into Jiang Yu's ears, Jiang Yu, who was snuggled up on the sofa, suddenly raised his waist, put his legs down on the sofa, his bare feet dangled in the air, and stuffed them into slippers.

The new stand-in tensed up vigilantly, cowardly and awkwardly: "Why, am I wrong?"

Jiang Yu was leaning on the sofa, wearing a snow-white shirt on his upper body, and the sleeves were rolled up casually. He was obviously 20 years old, and he looked like he was sixteen or seventeen. His eyebrows and eyes were clean and moist, and he had a kind of Student anger, it seems easy to make people feel protective.

This is Jiang Yu's original appearance, but his appearance when he was seventeen or eighteen, maybe there is God's will in the dark, so that he can be transmigrated into this book with the same name, the same surname, and even the same face as him, but Jiang Yu I lived for more than 20 years in my previous life, and this is the first time I have heard people dislike him for his poor looks.

Just kidding, is Jiang Yu such a man who cares about face?certainly.

Jiang Yu turned his face away and scanned the person opposite him from head to toe, his sharp gaze was like a hospital X-ray.

"Blind—just go see an ophthalmologist."

"You!" The new stand-in gritted his teeth fiercely, and his facial features, which were originally not very neat, suddenly crowded together.

Jiang Yu heaved a sigh of relief in his heart: It's really cool to hate people.

Before he transmigrated, he was an excellent rich second generation living under the sunshine of socialism. He could be called a young master in this bloody literature, but he was different from the young master in the book, who opened his eyes and closed his eyes to learn. I have to learn all kinds of private lessons when I have nothing to do. After 18 years of introspection, I was finally admitted to the top university in China by my own ability. As a result, when he graduated, he was found to have a family genetic disease, which could not be cured. .

In his previous life, the Internet paid special attention to his life as a rich second generation who grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth. One time, his appearance was accidentally exposed. Because he looks as good as a star, his every move in the future will be easily caught by the media. Note that he is trembling every day, pretending to be to his father and brother at home, and to the media outside, until he was in his 20s. He was lying in the hospital silently counting down his life, only to realize that his life was meaningless at all.

He has pretended to be an "excellent heir" and "Master Zhen Xueba" in the eyes of his family and netizens all his life. He has never been himself for a day, and he dare not even reveal his sexual orientation.

Jiang Yu indulged himself in the last few months, playing games, reading novels, and even having people paste pictures of beautiful men in the ward, and then he stared at the posters of muscular, tall and strong men on the wall, Euphemistically said: "Mom... don't these models you are looking for look wrong?"

I am a 1!What I want to see is the gentle and graceful Xiaomei 0!

His mother, who had been an elite woman all her life, had tears in her eyes and looked at him infatuatedly: "Stop talking, son, I knew you were a stubborn little zero!"

Jiang Yu: "..."

As a result, he closed and opened his eyes, and he transmigrated into the dog-blood novel that made him half-dead a while ago. On the first day, he thought, fuck the **** double, pretending to be a lifetime, he wants Let yourself go!He doesn't want to play such an aggrieved role!

Then in the next second, Jiang Yu saw Mo Songlin's white moonlight revealing his true face from behind the slowly falling glass of the car, that cold facial features, that quiet face, that pale yet heroic jawline, It hooked straight into Jiang Yu's heart who was lying paralyzed in the garden basking in the sun.

So warm, so cool, that silhouette is like the desolate moonlight on the rooftop.Jiang Yu sat up in shock on the spot, staring at the road outside the gate through the iron railing of the garden like a fool.

Mom, don't hang up, don't read, I found my daughter-in-law for you in another world.

It's a pity that the car stopped by the road for a while, and then left with Bai Yueguang.

——Jiang Yu's heart was also driven away by the car.

That night, Jiang Yu, who was going to die with Mo Song, collapsed into a fish cake.

Bai Yueguang, right?

Whoever grabs it belongs to him!

The author has something to say:

Open the article~ Please collect it~

Comrade Xiaoyu, a single dog who has been pretending for a lifetime, is about to let himself go in this world——

Another: Jiang Yu is a person who has lived a whole life, and in this life, he is entitled to play as God gave him an experience card to play. Don’t read the text with your brain. I don’t know if Jiang Yu has a brain, anyway, the author doesn’t .