After being imprisoned by a sickly enemy, I was reborn

"If it's a senior, will he invite you to sit up?"

Yin Cheng retorted, raised his eyebrows and looked at him pointedly.

Jiang Yu was flustered for a moment, and realized something was wrong. He staggered Yin Cheng's eyes, looked at the night as thick as silk ink from the windshield, smiled and replied casually: "If you were him, I would be in the car. After I've done it for you, is there still a need to go upstairs?"

Yin Cheng's nose twitched, and just as he was about to reply, Jiang Yu changed the subject silkily and asked, "That note...why is your friend called H?"

"..." Yin Cheng pursed his lower lips indiscriminately, raised his lips and smiled lightly, and said nonsense, "Because he likes 'haha'."

Jiang Yu guessed that he would not be able to get the answer he wanted for the time being. With his arms on the steering wheel, he looked at the night sky helplessly and asked, "You have been using the same perfume as him, right?"

"..."

Yin Cheng felt uncomfortable sensitively, but still let out a "huh".

"The taste is still a little different. Maybe it's because people are different. The own smell will also be mixed in the perfume." Jiang Yu narrated to himself, and Yin Cheng's palms were covered with sweat.

This person even remembers Lu Chenzhao's body fragrance clearly...

So, Yin Cheng gave another "hmm" as an answer.

Obviously knowing that the taste is different, but it still feels familiar, and people can't help but want to get closer... Jiang Yu didn't look at Yin Cheng, and swallowed involuntarily.

Yin Cheng felt that every second he stayed would easily refresh his understanding of Jiang Yu's morbidity.

"Jiang Yu, you always said that the senior is a lunatic, didn't you realize that you didn't give in?" He chuckled, opened the passenger door and got out of the car.

Jiang Yu's "good night" came from behind.

"..."

Yin Cheng closed the car door and watched Jiang Yu's car leave quietly.

I have been entangled with a person for a long time, and I have engraved everything about him in my heart, including his madness.

madman......

Jiang Yu recalled Yin Cheng's words. In fact, he had felt it a long time ago. He had felt it in his last life. From the moment he fell in love with Lu Chenzhao, he had been sick. His illness was Lu Chenzhao, and his medicine was also Lu Chenzhao.

His condition is closely related to Lu Chenzhao.

From childhood to adulthood, he wanted to grab everything that belonged to him, whether it was the fake him or the real him.

Jiang Yu returned to the villa, exchanged a few words with the housekeeper, made sure that Ma You had brought all the luggage, then quickly went upstairs, solemnly pushed open the door of Lu Chenzhao's room, and walked in.

Everything in the room remained the same as before Lu Chenzhao left, except for Jiang Yu's luggage.

He didn't plan to pack the suitcase out to occupy Lu Chenzhao's space, he just wanted to try his best to keep it as it was, and maintain the atmosphere when Lu Chenzhao was still there.

Jiang Yu closed the window, as if guarding his own secret space, not allowing servants to come in, even if it was cleaning the room, he would tidy up and clean it himself, and no one else was allowed to step in here.

The metamorphosis is more or less obvious.

Lu Shanhai felt that something was wrong, but he didn't dare to talk too much. He suspected that it was the sequelae of excessive sadness, and he might be able to comfort himself after a while.

Jiang Yu walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower, because he used Lu Chenzhao's favorite shower gel, soaked in the bathtub that Lu Chenzhao had soaked in, wiped with the towel that Lu Chenzhao used, and wore the nightgown that Lu Chenzhao had worn.

His figure is stronger than Lu Chenzhao, so the size of the nightgown wrapped around his body is a bit cramped.

But he likes, likes this feeling, like the feeling of embracing that person, and there is an illusory comfort in his heart.

Jiang Yu lay on his side on the bed, turned off the light, closed his eyes and slept on the left side, gently stroking the pillow on the right side with his left hand lying on his side, frowning intently, from top to bottom, slowly from the pillow to the bed sheet... ...

Even if there is no one around, he seems to be able to imagine that there is someone around him. In the dark night, the smell and emotion are fermented more intensely.

Yin Cheng returned home a little tired, only to find that people he hated rushed to the door to harass him.

After finally separating from Jiang Yu, he saw Zheng Sixun as soon as he arrived at the door. Zheng Sixun was holding a bouquet of red roses and a bottle of good wine in his arms.

"Secretary Yin, you are back."

Zheng Sixun stood up quickly and looked at him with a smile.

Although Yin Cheng is no longer Lu Chenzhao's secretary, he is used to calling him that. He wanted to call him more affectionate, but his relationship did not allow it.

After a little thought, Yin Cheng guessed that Gu Lin must have told him the address.

"What are you doing here?"

His eyebrows twitched unhappily.

"Waiting for you." Zheng Sixun replied confidently.

He had expected that Yin Cheng would ask him "how long have you been waiting", but Yin Cheng did not follow the script in his mind, but directly stepped forward to unlock the door with his fingerprints, and wanted to close the door unwelcomingly.

Zheng Sixun hurried forward to block it with his body, and said pitifully, "Secretary Yin, I've been waiting for you for three hours, let me go in and sit down."

Yin Cheng was impatient: "I didn't ask you to wait for me."

Zheng Sixun: "After Lucas' accident, I felt bad too, but you must have felt worse than me. I was afraid that you would be in a bad mood, so I took the initiative to come to talk to you. I also brought wine... and flower."

Seeing his miserable eyes, Yin Cheng suddenly hesitated, Zheng Sixun saw his hesitation, and said while the iron was hot: "Don't worry, I promise I'm just drinking and chatting, I won't mess around..."

He smiled sincerely, but silently added in his heart: try not to.

Yin Cheng was really annoying these days, so he let go and tilted his head to let him in.

Zheng Sixun walked in overjoyed, Yin Cheng closed the door and walked past him: "Sit whatever you want."

"Okay."

Zheng Sixun nodded hurriedly.

Yin Cheng's home is a large flat-story mansion, and the decoration style is also Lu Chenzhao's taste. The Nordic style is cold and simple, and the view is broad.

Fresh, luxurious and elegant.

Zheng Sixun first put the red roses in the vase, then looked around, then turned to the kitchen to get a wine glass.

In the living room, the crystal lamp cast brilliant beige light, and the two sat on the white plush carpet in front of the sofa.

Zheng Sixun poured two glasses of red wine, handed one to Yin Cheng, and lightly clinked glasses with him: "What's going on with you and Jiang Yu? Can you tell me?"

He took a sip of the red wine lightly, and asked while pondering.

Yin Cheng rested one arm on the sofa, shook the red wine glass with the other hand, and replied thoughtfully: "He's crazy..."

He explained Jiang Yu's situation to Zheng Sixun. He thought Zheng Sixun would be surprised, but Zheng Sixun was not.

Facts have proved that the thinking of crazy critics is indeed interlinked.

"The first day I knew Jiang Yu, I knew he was a very dangerous person," Zheng Sixun said slowly, "At that time, I reminded Ah Lin to be more careful, and never fall in love with Jiang Yu. "