After being imprisoned by a sickly enemy, I was reborn

Jiang Yu lay on the sofa calmly and depressed, staring at the ceiling dully, thinking that the last intimate act between him and Lu Chenzhao was on this sofa.

Everything that happened that night was vividly presented in his mind, until the vibrating sound of Yin Cheng's cell phone on the coffee table interrupted his thoughts.

Jiang Yu sat up suddenly, bent over to take the phone, and when he saw [HH] on the caller ID, his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

He swallowed unconsciously, sacredly pressed the answer button, and then stuck the phone to his right ear, breathing solemnly along with his heartbeat.

Jiang Yu didn't make a sound, but quietly waited for the other end of the phone to speak first.

However, the person on the other end of the phone seemed to understand what he meant, so he didn't open his mouth tacitly.

"..."

Jiang Yu's heartbeat was three points faster than before, and he was not willing to let go of any clues with his right ear that was close to the phone. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the sound of the other person's breathing made him feel very familiar.

He intuitively felt that it was Lu Chenzhao's breathing, and his heart was constricted even more, and he held his breath more focusedly.

But the other party never spoke, Jiang Yu had no choice but to speak first, his voice was restrained and gentle: "Is that you? Brother..."

The other party still didn't speak, and Jiang Yu couldn't hear anything except his breathing.

After more than ten seconds, Jiang Yu asked softly again: "Azhao? It's you, right? Are you still alive? I can hear your breathing, you can't fool me."

However, there seemed to be a man's voice on the other end of the phone. He couldn't help pressing the phone closer to his ear, but he still couldn't hear what the man said, nor did he recognize the man's voice.

In the next second, the other party hung up the phone.

"..."

Jiang Yu looked down at Yin Cheng's phone in his hand, feeling his heart sink back into the abyss.

Was his breathing just an illusion?

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, he raised his eyes to see the bustling night scene, but his heart was extremely desolate.

Yin Cheng came out of the bathroom, wearing his own pajamas.

He came to the living room while wiping his hair, and saw Jiang Yu leaning on the back of the sofa, sitting like a big man.

Jiang Yu was still wearing the previous round-neck casual T-shirt and overalls, tilted his head and hooked his fingers at him: "Come here."

Yin Cheng raised his eyebrows, continued to wipe his hair and approached, sat on the separate sofa next to him, put an absorbent towel on his shoulders: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Yu sat up straight, leaned his elbows on the armrest, raised his chin slightly and pointed to the mobile phone on the coffee table: "In front of me, call your friend who noted 'H'."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared straight at Yin Cheng with sharp eyes, expecting to see clues from his eyes and face.

It may be that Yin Cheng's disguise was too good, he didn't find anything for the time being, and Yin Cheng didn't mean to disobey him, so he dialed [HH]'s phone number very readily.

Jiang Yu's breathing also suddenly became cautious, and when the call was connected, he even forgot to breathe.

Yin Cheng glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, and said first, "Hello, it's me."

"Secretary Yin, what's the matter?"

The male voice on the other end of the phone was not Lu Chenzhao's voice. Jiang Yu's hope was lost again, but he still insisted on listening to their conversation.

Yin Cheng: "It's okay, just ask what you are doing, come out and make an appointment for dinner when you are free."

"Call me in the middle of the night to talk about this? Then we have to wait until you return to Yanshi. We will have dinner when you return to Yanshi." The person who answered the phone was actually Frank, "If there is nothing else Hang up first, I'm going to rest."

Yin Cheng: "Okay, good night."

Frank: "Good night."

Yin Cheng pressed the hang up button, turned to look at Jiang Yu: "I've already called, what else do you want?"

Jiang Yu stared at his mobile phone, but didn't answer him immediately. After thinking about it carefully, he shook his head and said, "No, he wasn't the one who answered the phone."

Yin Cheng was confused by him: "Who is he?"

Jiang Yu pointed to the phone and said to him seriously: "He called you while you were taking a shower, and I answered it for you. He didn't speak, but I recognized his breathing, it was him, yes Bar?"

Looking at his expectant eyes, Yin Cheng only twitched the corners of his lips: "You are getting sicker."

"I haven't finished yet," Jiang Yu stared into his eyes, "You called just now, and the person who answered the phone wasn't him..."

"Nonsense, that's my friend, my friend is not a ghost, my friend is still alive." Yin Cheng rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"But your friend stayed with him," Jiang Yu said bluntly, "I heard your friend's voice during the last call, and the person who answered the phone was not your friend."

Yin Cheng was almost indiscernibly nervous, and looked away dodgingly: "You are really crazy."

As he spoke, he got up and walked away. Jiang Yu reached out to grab his wrist, but Yin Cheng avoided him: "I'm tired and want to sleep, do you want to come together?"

Jiang Yu: "..."

He wasn't sure if Yin Cheng was duplicity, but he followed quickly.

Yin Cheng tensed up, he wanted to see how far Jiang Yu could take him as Lu Chenzhao.

He walked into the bedroom, and Jiang Yu's voice came from behind him: "I wanted you to wear Ah Zhao's pajamas, so that you would look more like him, but after thinking about it, the size is not suitable, so forget it..."

Jiang Yu walked up to him with his hands in his pockets. In fact, he didn't give Yin Cheng Lu Chenzhao's pajamas because he was reluctant to give it to him. He didn't want to get mixed up with Lu Chenzhao's smell.

"Oh, I'm not interested in cosplay, and I won't wear it if you give it to me." Yin Cheng put his arms on his chest, turned to look at him, and asked with a proud and contemptuous smile, "Jiang Yu, you said I should praise you for being infatuated." Or do you mean that your acting skills are good? Are you going crazy because of guilt and self-blame?"

"You still doubt me?"

Jiang Yu slowly approached him.

"I didn't say that, I just thought of it suddenly."

Yin Cheng lifted his lower lip in disdain, and stopped looking into his eyes.

Suddenly, Jiang Yu grabbed his arm and pushed him hard against the wall. With his right arm propped against his face, he assured him in a low voice, "Don't forget, you said you would cooperate with me in the future."

"correct."

Yin Cheng raised his eyelids and looked at him, chuckling casually.

Jiang Yu stared into his eyes, and it was no accident that Lu Chenzhao was thinking in his mind, his expression was too similar.

He raised his left hand, and gently lifted Yin Cheng's chin with his slender and slightly bent fingers. Yin Cheng's heartbeat accelerated immediately, and he clenched the blade in his trouser pocket reflexively.

Jiang Yu's face slowly approached, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his eyes fell on Yin Cheng's tightly pursed lips.

When Yin Cheng held the blade between his fingers and was about to slowly stretch out his trouser pocket, Jiang Yu quickly took two steps back. Yin Cheng was startled, then let go of his fingers, and took his hand out of his trouser pocket.

He laughed mockingly: "What? Sudden illness?"

Jiang Yu put his left hand on his hip and stroked his forehead with his right hand, panting angrily, "Yin Cheng, why don't you go for plastic surgery? I'll pay for it."

Yin Cheng's smile was stiff: "It's a grass mud horse."