stand-in model

"Then what if I fall in love with someone else?"

Jiang Liang's chin was raised high by the people behind him, and his whole body trembled a little at Rong Sheng's touch.

He is now like a rabbit being targeted by a hungry wolf, trembling and afraid to move.

"You won't fall in love with others, I will only make you unable to see others." After hearing this, Rong Sheng raised his hand and clasped Jiang Liang's ankle shackles tightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Besides, if someone likes you, I guess I'll kill that person. The death will definitely not be a good-looking one."

Some madly sniffing the citrus scent from Jiang Liang's neck.

Even though the bedroom smelled of the same citrus aromatherapy, Rong Sheng always felt that Jiang Liang's smell was the best, and he couldn't let it go.

"You're really driving me crazy."

Jiang Liang clenched his fists with both hands, and his eyes were tightly closed. He really didn't know which link was wrong, and Rong Sheng was holding on to him like a vain ghost.

"Aren't you already crazy?"

The tea in the teacup was already a little cold, Rong Sheng grabbed Jiang Liang's right hand, broke it apart abruptly, took a sip of the teacup with Jiang Liang's right hand.

"Anyway, you're already crazy, so what if I drive you a little bit more crazy? I'll keep you if you're crazy."

There was madness and excitement in his tone.It's good that Jiang Liang is crazy. If he is crazy, he can't run away, and he won't torture himself again and again. How good it is.

Jiang Liang's right hand pinched by Rong Sheng was a little painful, but he didn't want to beg Rong Sheng for mercy, and he was still shocked by what Rong Sheng said just now.

He said with horror on his face, "then do you really want me to go crazy?"

"How could it be?" Rong Sheng kissed Jiang Liang's side face comfortingly and said, "If you stay by my side, of course I want you to be normal."

"After all, your eyes were really beautiful and gentle."

There was an indescribable joy in Rong Sheng's words, and a little bit was also sent while holding Jiang Liang's hand.

He added: "If you are willing to stay, I will not treat you like this. Of course, I will also untie the black electronic shackles on your ankles."

"Then just keep copying me like this." Jiang Liang responded softly.

He knew that it would be difficult for Rong Sheng to let him go this time, but he really couldn't stay by Rong Sheng's side with peace of mind and without disturbance.

This person, he once liked, loved, and hated, but now he is ashamed and even a little scared.

"But if I could run out, I would definitely choose to commit suicide in..."

Before Jiang Liang could finish speaking, Rong Sheng grabbed his neck and interrupted him.

The strength in Rong Sheng's hands continued to increase, which made him a little out of breath, and couldn't help raising his hands to pat Rong Sheng's hands and arms that were pinching his neck.

"I said, stop thinking about running, and stop thinking about dying."

"If you want to die, I don't mind driving you crazy."

Rong Sheng clenched his back molars tightly, and his voice fell next to Jiang Liang's ear.

He wanted to open his mouth and bite through the main artery in Jiang Liang's neck with his sharp teeth, to see what kind of blood flowed from this man.

To stab a knife in his heart again and again.

"Rong... Sheng...".

Jiang Liang's voice was hoarse, and his nails scratched the back of Rong Sheng's hand, leaving one after another bloodstains on it, trying to wake up the mad Rong Sheng in such a bloody way so as to spare his life.

Fortunately, Rong Sheng didn't go crazy for a long time, he let go of his hand after a while, and the loose right hand fell down by the way.Jiang Liang, who was bending over and coughing, was imprisoned from the front, while his left hand supported Jiang Liang's waist, and patted Jiang Liang's back from time to time.

"Look, I will get angry if I say so, but you insist on forcing me."

"Don't make me angry next time, okay?"

Rong Sheng's tone was extremely gentle, and his eyes were soft; it seemed that he was not the same person as the Rong Sheng who wanted to strangle Jiang Liang just now.

Before he could catch his breath, he heard Rong Sheng say in a daze: "You don't even know how important you are to me, so don't say anything that could threaten your life, okay?"

Perhaps this sentence should be accompanied by questions and discussions, but what Rong Sheng said was only a statement, a mandatory requirement.

"What the hell is this?"

"Ahem... I'm a human being, I'm not your cat or dog, I have my own thoughts and places I want to go. Rong Sheng, you don't care about me at all, you only care about yourself from beginning to end."

Jiang Liang put his hands on his neck that was pinched red by Rong Sheng, coughing uncontrollably, with a burning feeling in his throat.

In this case, he really doesn't have to doubt anything.

If he provoked Rong Sheng again, maybe he would really be driven mad or strangled to death by Rong Sheng.

"Because I care about myself, I care about my liking for you, and I want to keep you, Jiang Jiang."

Rong Sheng rubbed his forehead against Jiang Liang's back, his whole face was filled with a happy expression.

Perhaps before Rong Sheng repeatedly jumped between madness/batch and reason, but now Rong Sheng is no longer rational, madness/batch occupies everything in his heart, and occupies the main battlefield of his emotions and expressions.

"Perhaps, it's not just me who needs to see a doctor, but you, Rong Sheng." Jiang Liang lowered his head, raised his hand and landed on the tatami, and bent his back forward.

Two lunatics.

The Zhangtuo of the Rong family was actually influenced by this lunatic and turned into a lunatic.

It was hilarious.

Rong Sheng fell in love with a lunatic, and was driven crazy by this lunatic and became a lunatic.

"Where's the red string around my ankle?"

Jiang Liang propped up his upper body, looked sideways at his foot wearing an electronic shackle, and asked calmly.

He didn't find the right time to ask about it all day, and now he can only bring it up in order to divert the topic.

"I'm strapped to my wrist, here."

Rong Sheng raised his hand and lifted the sleeves of the knitted wide-sleeved sweater. Underneath was the red rope tied around Rong Sheng's wrist with the tiger's head on it.

Jiang Liang raised his hand to caress the red rope, and when Rong Sheng was not paying attention, he made a gesture to take it off.

It may be that the last time the red string jade beads left a shadow on Rong Sheng, he noticed Jiang Liang's movement and immediately raised his hand to press his wrist, pushed aside Jiang Liang's hands that dismantled the bracelet, and pinched his body with one hand forward.

There was a strong tone in his words: "You can't untie it."

"My mother left it to me." Jiang Liang struggled a few times, speaking with impatience and hoarseness.

"My mother left it to me. Why do you wear it? Are you worthy of her?"

"It was you who lied to her back then, and you were the one who approached her with illicit purposes! Are you really ashamed to do this?"

Rong Sheng listened to Jiang Liang complain about the mistakes he had made, and felt a little guilty, but this was not a reason for Jiang Liang to take away the red rope.

He had already lost a red rope, and he did not want to lose another one.

Moreover, this one has been worn by Jiang Liang for several years, and it is tainted with Jiang Liang's breath, which will give Rong Sheng, who is currently a little worried about gains and losses, a sense of security in his heart.

"I know I did something wrong before, it doesn't matter if you don't forgive me, but you have to give me a little chance to make up for you."

"And you were rescued by the landlord after committing suicide, but you were treated in the hospital run by my father's friend. This is what is destined for me to make up for you."

Rong Sheng chattered endlessly as if he was determined to brainwash Jiang Liang.

If this scene is seen by some company executives, they will probably be shocked to the jaw.

Rong Sheng, who used to cherish words like gold, is now full of waves here, wishing to drag Jiang Liang to persuade him to the dark.

Really crazy.

Fortunately, Rong Sheng didn't go crazy for a long time. When he was crazy enough, he carried Jiang Liang back to the bedroom and put him to sleep.

He went back to the study to process the documents.

Aunt Zhou was appointed by Rong Sheng, moved a chair and sat not far from Jiang Liang, holding a cookbook in her hand all the time.

"Aunt Zhou, can I have a look?" Jiang Liang pressed the wound on his chest and pulled the pillow under him to get up slightly.

He stayed in Rong Zhai for two days, apart from making tea with Rong Sheng and sleeping on his back, he didn't even open a book.

This kind of life is really boring to him.Seeing the book in Aunt Zhou's hand attracted his mind again.

He also has a little hobby of cooking.

Since you can't escape in a short time, it's better to let go of your mind and study recipes with Aunt Zhou first.After Rong Sheng relaxed his vigilance, he tried to contact Wu Yu to help him escape from here.

Seeing Jiang Liang getting up, Aunt Zhou quickly got up from the chair and helped Jiang Liang lean on the soft pillow behind her.

"You want to read this? Then Mr. Jiang can just read it. But I have to be by your side." Aunt Zhou kindly put the thick cookbook in Jiang Liang's raised hand.

"Mr. Jiang also likes to cook?"

"I like it. I like cooking when I'm alone."

Jiang Liang chuckled and flipped through a few pages with her fingertips, her eyes flicked on the paper, thinking about and looking at the dishes that could be learned and made.

Aunt Zhou tilted her head when she heard this, and asked with a questioning face: "But don't you feel lonely when eating alone?"

"No." Jiang Liang shook his head and said again: "When I cook alone, I enjoy it more, because I can cook whatever I want, and I don't have to worry about other people's taboos or what I don't like."

During the four years when Rong Sheng didn't care about him.

He ate alone many times.

Empty tables.Empty apartment.

He dressed strictly alone, and went to the supermarket to push the shopping cart to pick out his favorite dishes one by one.You can also check the recipes in advance to see if there are any dishes you want to make.

Maybe it's brisket sauerkraut soup or maybe it's a plate of braised beef.

It is indeed lonely to eat alone, but he must also learn to enjoy himself in such an environment.

Otherwise, those years would be difficult to survive.

"That's true." Aunt Zhou looked at the menu with Jiang Liang and said, "I have never been married, nor have I had a child. I have been here for decades."

"One person has one person's way of life, two people have two people's way of life. Either way can live."

Jiang Liang was startled when he heard Aunt Zhou's words.

Because there are very few people around him who will never marry for life, Jiang Liang, who has always thought that they are a minority, met someone who really belonged to this group for the first time.

He couldn't help but ask with doubts in his heart: "Is a person happy?

"Happiness? It depends on how you define it. If you think that a person is happy to live freely and freely, that person is happy; if you think that two people have three meals and four seasons, that person is not happy."

Aunt Zhou flipped through the pages of the book, stopped after a few words, then greeted Jiang Liang and continued to look at the recipes.

When Rong Sheng finished his business and walked into the bedroom, Aunt Zhou was discussing the dishes on the menu with Jiang Liang.

Looking from the direction of Rong Sheng, Jiang Liang had a lightness and smile that was hard to see on his face.

When was the last time Jiang Liang smiled?

Rong Sheng forgot.He only knew that Jiang Liang hadn't smiled for a long time.

Rong Sheng was happy at first, after all, he hadn't seen Jiang Liang's smile for a long time; but soon he couldn't be happier.

Because Jiang Liang's smile did not show to him, but Aunt Zhou, but the cookbook in his hand.

Could he not even match a cookbook now?

Rong Sheng deliberately slammed the door heavily on the anti-collision frame at the door. The two people beside the bed heard the sound, and it was difficult to pretend that they didn't hear it.

Aunt Zhou was an old man for many years. She could tell at a glance that her husband was in a bad mood. After talking to Jiang Liang, she greeted Rong Sheng with the recipe and went downstairs to evacuate.

After all, these two people quarreled to death, and the affected area has always been very large, and there is no such thing as the severity of the subordinates.

"What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Liang had seen Rong Sheng go crazy once a whole day, what did he want to do this time?

He frowned, and pulled the quilt upwards with both hands, trying to hide himself in a corner that Rong Sheng couldn't see.

It's just that Rong Sheng won't do what he wants.The man stepped forward quickly, holding the quilt in Jiang Liang's hand with one hand, his eyes were red because of his madness.

"What's the matter with me? You can treat a cookbook with a pleasant face. Is it difficult to smile at me?"

"But, I remember a long time ago, you said that I was disgusting when I laughed, have you forgotten? Do you want me to help you recall?"

Jiang Liang opened his mouth to mean the past, not because he was so fussy and overturned old accounts, but because the hurtful words that Rong Sheng once said to him were engraved in his heart.

Teach him not to forget.

"I was just angry before." Rong Sheng sighed and explained patiently.

If he knew, he would be pulled out by Jiang Liang to prevaricate him now.He shouldn't have said that in the first place.

"Isn't what you said in anger not words? I'm tired, don't bother me, I want to sleep."

Jiang Liang pushed away Rong Sheng's hand holding his quilt, and slowly slid off the soft pillow sideways, shrinking his whole body into the quilt.

Rong Sheng was like an ant on a hot pot anxiously turning around a few times in a hurry, and worried about Jiang Liang's injured chest, the hand that fell on the quilt did not pull the quilt hard.

Later, he could only take off his shoes and shrink behind Jiang Liang, and embraced Jiang Liang with his arms wide open.

"I brought you some ointment, can I rub some on your neck when I wake up later? I must have pinched it red there."

His words were flattering.

Jiang Liang nestled in the quilt and didn't make a sound.

Although this person is crazy, his mind is still normal after all.Still know that I pinched him red?Up to now, his neck still wants to... play a burning pain.

But no matter what happened to Rong Sheng, he really had to find a way to get out of here.