stand-in model

"I have no home, and never will. Why do you want to give me a home? You just pity me."

Jiang Liang shook his head and pulled his hand out of Rong Sheng's warm palm.

From the moment Jiang Yingxian passed away, he had no home.He will no longer fantasize about Rongsheng giving him a home.

He always remembered that the night of the finale banquet was very cold and windy, Rong Sheng beat him very painfully, and Jiang Yingxian was caught off guard when he left.

Maybe he can let Rong Sheng pinch him, but he won't allow Rong Sheng to enter his life anymore, as long as he finds an opportunity, he will still find a way to escape.

Rong Sheng didn't know Jiang Liang's thoughts, he was just slightly startled for a moment when he saw Jiang Liang's withdrawn hand, and soon held Jiang Liang's hand again.

"Did you keep warm when you went to Tibet? Your legs can't get cold. I see you only have a down jacket in your suitcase."

"You took my luggage?" Jiang Liang asked quickly when he heard this. He thought that his luggage had been thrown to Suzhou since he woke up, but he didn't expect Rong Sheng to hold it.

"Where's my... that letter?"

"In my hand." Rong Sheng leaned forward and kissed Jiang Liang's cold fingertips, "You said you don't like me, there is no place for me, why did you write me in that letter?"

"Are you lying to me?"

"What did I lie to you for?" Jiang Liang pulled out his hand, wiped it on the quilt randomly a few times, his eyes were all indifferent: "I only know these few people, of course I wrote all the people who can write. After all, you have participated in my life, so I don't write about you, it's a bit unreasonable after all."

Rong Sheng's palm was empty, and Jiang Liang had already put his hand under the quilt, and he was not annoyed, but watched Jiang Liang finish a whole set of movements.

He didn't intend to take what Jiang Liang said to heart.

As long as Jiang Liang wrote him in the letter, it means that he has not been completely forgotten or given up by Jiang Liang. As long as there is still a chance, then he can bottom out and rebound.

The suicide note sealed in a brown paper envelope was still placed by Rong Sheng on the thick mahogany table in his study.

The desk that was messy the day before had become extraordinarily tidy today.

Rong Sheng sat at the desk to process documents, and Jiang Liang sat on the tatami arranged by Rong Sheng not far away, making tea.

The tea set is Jiang Liang's favorite set that Rong Sheng brought directly from the apartment, and there are a variety of tea leaves at Jiang Liang's request.

Rong Sheng sniffed the unfamiliar scent of tea and couldn't help but put down the urgent document in his hand and poked his head and asked, "Aren't you going to make Tieguanyin today?"

"Stop soaking, I don't like it anymore." Jiang Liang said coldly, but the movement of his hands still didn't stop, pouring hot boiling water into the teacup, and ironing the rolled up tea leaves.

"I remember, haven't you liked Tieguanyin for more than ten years? Why did you suddenly dislike it?"

"If you say you don't like it, you don't like it. It's only been ten years, and it's not such an important love." After he finished speaking, he paused, picked up the teacup with the tongs, poured out the water for washing the cup, and said: "And everything Same reason."

Jiang Liang's words implied something, how could Rong Sheng, who has lived for 29 years, not know.

So he secretly poked and hinted: "I am used to drinking Tieguanyin, the tea soup is also fragrant, and the tip of the tongue has developed an old problem. How can I change it at will."

"But if there is tea that tastes better than Tieguanyin, don't you have to replace it with a new one?"

Jiang Liang raised his hand and poured the tea soup from the teapot into the teacup, his expression was calm and he didn't even have any emotional changes. His eyes seemed to be only making tea.

Hearing Jiang Liang's words, Rong Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of crisis that had never happened before permeated Rong Sheng's heart.

He closed the document, and couldn't help asking with a serious face: "Did you... meet someone in Tibet or Suzhou?"

Who did Jiang Liang meet?Does he look good?Does he have a high social status?Is he nice to Jiang Liang?Have his patience?

After thinking about it for a long time, Rong Sheng couldn't find a reason why Jiang Liang would fall in love with others. The pride and extraordinaryness in his heart made him naturally set a level in comparison with other people.

"Meeting someone else? It's nothing to talk about. It's just that I changed my mind about this matter. Maybe it would be better for me to like an ordinary person at the beginning."

"At least today you won't be stalking me and imprisoning me in disguise."

Jiang Liang said, picked up the teacup and took a sip of Dahongpao, and slightly cast a touch of contempt at Rong Sheng.

For some unknown reason, after drinking tea for several years, he actually felt that the tea brewed by Dahongpao was a bit bitter, as if it was bitter in his heart.

Knowing that Jiang Liang didn't like anyone, Rong Sheng's tense expression just now was a little relaxed, and he had a little resistance to what Jiang Liang said later.

"I'm not trying to imprison you, it's just that you've been running."

"Then do you think the twisted melon is delicious?" Jiang Liang put down his teacup and looked up at Rong Sheng who was holding the document in his hand.

He doesn't know what Rong Sheng is thinking, and he doesn't know how long Rong Sheng will imprison himself. These all exist in his unknown range.

It is precisely because of the unknown that he is uneasy.

Jiang Liang didn't intend to continue this topic with Rong Sheng, so the conversation fell on Rong Mingzhou and Fan Pei again.

What would these two people think if they knew that their omnipotent, cold and self-confident son would always take him with him every time he read a document?

"They were there when you gave first aid, but they were driven away by me and continued to travel around the world." Rong Sheng got up and put down the documents, walked around from behind the mahogany table and sat behind Jiang Liang, relaxing his nerves.

"They wanted to plead for you and let me let you go, but I didn't want to." He kissed Jiang Liang's earlobe while talking, and said with paranoia in his eyes: "I would really hate you so much Want to kill you."

"But I love you so much, I can't bear you, and they want to take you away. Then I can only drive them away."

"But...they are your parents." Jiang Liang was bound tightly by Rong Sheng, trying to turn his head to avoid Rong Sheng's kiss, but the person behind him noticed and pinched his chin in advance.

Kiss after kiss landed on his soft earlobes and the back of his fair neck.

He really didn't expect that Rong Sheng would even drive away his biological parents in order to lock him up.

What kind of person is this?

"What about my parents? They want to take away Jiang Liang that belongs to me. Of course I can't let them succeed."

Rong Sheng held Jiang Liang's upper body, and his right hand slowly landed on Jiang Liang's ankle kneeling behind him, where he personally put on the shackles for Jiang Liang.

Not only bound Jiang Liang, but also bound the distance between him and Jiang Liang.

"Even if Death wants to take you away, I have to fight it."