After I was reborn, I became my sister-in-law

He seems to like Zhao Yan more than he imagined.

He may have fallen in love with Zhao Wei earlier than he thought.

It turns out that the most direct way to recognize your feelings for a person is not to be jealous, but to know that he no longer loves you.What Cao Yi said was just hearsay, but Zhao Yan looked at Ke Yan with a different temperature in his eyes.That's right, if there is a chance to love someone well, who would be willing to cover up and hide, just like Zhang He, who never hesitated to show his love to him, this kind of freedom didn't exist in Zhao Wei before, but now Zhao Xiangyan doesn't.

They all love Ke Yan, but Ke Yan was driven away from this world by him.

Zhao Xiangyan suddenly felt a sense of guilt, and for the first time since his rebirth, he felt that this might be a mistake.My mother didn't mention him anymore, and my brother chose to forget him. He occupied other people's bodies, he couldn't get back to his former self, and he couldn't play the real Ke Yan.

I don't know when the voice on the other end of the phone stopped.

Zhao Xiangyan thought he hung up the phone over there, but when he took it away, it was still in the voice. Curiosity temporarily overshadowed his sadness, so he said "Hello".

There was no response from the other side, and he called several times in a row, but he didn't hear Zhao Wei's voice. He suddenly thought of something, and he stood up from the ground with great effort, crying again, and left the place and asked anxiously: "Speak, what?" Is your heart feeling uncomfortable again? Say something, where is Qin Hao, is Qin Hao by your side?"

He was frozen outside for a few hours, and he deliberately didn't care about his body. At this time, he had a fever, his head was dizzy, his mind was not clear enough, his body was weak, his feet were sloppy, and he was anxious. He just took two steps and fell to his knees with a plop. On the ground, the phone also fell out.

Zhao Wei was taken aback. He wanted him to feel anxious too, but it turned out to be even worse.

"what happened!"

As soon as Zhao Xiangyan heard the phone ringing, he rushed over to pick it up and said to the phone, "No, it's okay, I accidentally fell down."

"Where did you go?"

Zhao Xiangyan didn't have the face to say it, and he didn't dare to say that he ran to such a place, he hesitated and replied: "I'll go back tomorrow." After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but added, "Can you come pick me up?"

Zhao Wei was a little more relieved than before, and was about to speak when he asked himself and answered: "Oh, yes, you are abroad, I am confused..."

His voice had already started to become hoarse, and his tone of voice was also very strange. Zhao Wei was suspicious, and asked uncertainly, "Is it cold in your place?"

Oops, Zhao Xiangyan forced himself to deny it quickly: "It's not cold, it's not cold, I'll hang up on that first, let's talk about it when I get back."

Fearing that Zhao Huan would find out if he continued talking, he hung up the phone without authorization, but Zhao Huan didn't call, but sent him a message: tell me where to pick you up tomorrow.

He hasn't booked a return ticket yet, forget it, his head is getting heavier and heavier, it seems that he will really spend the night in the snow like his brother.

I don't know how long it took, but the sense of smell regained before consciousness, and the scent around him became stronger and stronger. Zhao Xiangyan's nose itched, and he woke up after sneezing.

His head was still heavy, his fever had not subsided, and he was more dizzy than last night, but he was still cold under a thick quilt.

"you're awake?"

Zhao Xiangyan reluctantly turned his head and squinted his eyes, and saw a young man of medium build who appeared to be in his 20s lift the curtain and came in, holding a tray in his hand with a steaming cup on it, which should be filled with milk.

It is estimated that he is not a native of the country, so I spoke English with him directly.

When Zhao Xiangyan opened his mouth, his voice was as hoarse as another person's, "Where is this? Who are you?"

The man put down the tray, picked up the cup and handed it to him, "This is my house, you fainted at my door, I brought you in."

After being smoked by the hot air, Zhao Xiangyan's sense of smell recovered for the most part. He smelled the aroma of milk, took a sip, and carefully observed the room.

Retro decoration, shelves and cabinets of different heights, many exquisite glass bottles are placed in a dazzling array, and a small bed under him is in the corner of the wall.Rather than saying that this place is used for living, it is better to say that it is a warehouse.

"These are fragrances and perfumes. In front is my store. Didn't you notice before you fainted? This is a store selling handcrafted perfumes."

"Perfume?" No wonder he can still smell it when he has a fever and a cold.Zhao Xiangyan sniffed, and the hot milk flushed the clogged nasal cavity much more unobstructed instantly, and the smell that filled the room became more intense, even a little choking.

"How long have I been asleep?" He couldn't come out for such a long time, especially because he didn't want Zhao Wei to continue to worry.

"It didn't take long, just a few hours, and it was just dawn."

The other party didn't seem to intend to have any deep friendship with him, but just saved him with a little effort. He didn't even tell him his name, and he wasn't interested in his affairs.

Zhao Xiangyan agreed with the other party, and he didn't plan to stay too long. After thanking him, he prepared to say goodbye.

"Are you sure you can do this?" The man was holding a few bottles in his hand, and stopped to look at him as he was walking out. His expression was not worried, but mocking.

Zhao Xiangyan nodded. He just had a fever. It's okay to insist on going to the airport to rest.He struggled to get out of bed and put on his coat. When he approached the other party, he wanted to pay the other party some rewards, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of one of the bottles in the other party's hand.

The body of the bottle has no sense of design, and the white sticker on it is also very ordinary. There is only a line of small characters, and there is a transparent liquid inside. It is an ordinary bottle of perfume that cannot be more ordinary.

It's just the same as the bottle at his brother's house.

He took the bottle from the opponent's arms a little rudely.Probably not an expensive item, the other party let him go, but explained to him: "This bottle is custom-made, so I can't sell it to you. You can choose other flavors."

Of course, Zhao Xiangyan didn't want to buy it. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle, afraid that the cold would affect his sense of smell, so he took a deep breath into the mouth of the bottle.

When he fainted, he was not far from the house Zhao Huan bought, which means that this store is also nearby, and it is not surprising that Zhao Huan visited here.

But the other party mentioned that someone made it to order...

He tapped his swollen forehead to concentrate as much as possible, and asked, "Are all your perfumes here custom-made?"

The other party answered him as he walked out: "Basically, it's been done since my grandfather's generation."

European family businesses are very common. Even if the business is not booming, it does not affect their emphasis on family inheritance.

"Is the person who ordered this perfume a Chinese?"

"How do you know?" The other party seemed very curious. Zhao Xiangyan got a general idea, looked at the perfume bottle again, and asked to buy again, saying that he could pay three times the price.

"This is a matter of integrity! And Mr. Zhao is my very good friend, I can't do this."

"Friends?" Zhao Xiangyan wondered why his brother had friends here.

"Yes, he used to live across the street, but he only came to live for a few days when ordering perfume."

Something seemed to be connecting together, but Zhao Xiangyan couldn't analyze it due to his limited mental strength.He took another sip of milk from the cup just now, and asked, "Do you know why he sold the house?"

The other party shook his head, "I don't know, I think it may have something to do with the thief last time."

"Been stolen?" Zhao Xiangyan always felt that he had missed too much information, but he was forced to obtain it at such a moment when his mind was not clear.

"Yes, after I met him, he didn't come here often, so he asked me to watch the house for him. Someone broke in a while ago. I wanted to arrest him, but Mr. Zhao stopped him."

Zhao Xiangyan held his breath, the other party... didn't recognize him?Or are you talking about acting with this?And his brother knew he was here?Then...isn't that...

His mind was in a mess, and he wanted to think further, but he couldn't do anything. Countless thoughts came rushing in, which made his brain ache.The other party picked up the bottles one by one and packed them into boxes one by one, and continued: "It seems to be someone he knows, but you Asians are all similar in appearance, I can't tell who you are at all, only by tall, short, fat and thin."

It turns out... Fortunately, he was not recognized, otherwise it would be even more troublesome.

The bottle of Zhao Wei's custom-made perfume was being packed into an exquisite gift box. It was a small bottle with the sticker facing up, revealing the words.

"That's right." Zhao Xiangyan stretched out his hand to stop him, and asked the less complicated question in front of him: "What do the words on it mean?"

"You said this?" The other party pointed to the white sticker, "This is Greek, 'brother'."

"What?" Zhao Xiangyan thought he had misheard the word, how could there be a perfume with such a name.

"'Brother'." The man repeated, as if he knew what he was wondering, and explained: "Come here to order any kind of perfume, otherwise how can it be called custom-made? Everyone has their own story, and some custom-made ones are Emotions, some are character, some are people who care, and there's nothing surprising about that."

Zhao Xiangyan's heartbeat seemed to have stopped.He watched the perfume being wrapped and closed, and realized something. A hanging heart kept shaking in the air. He asked, "Are you going to send this to him?"

Maybe... Maybe Zhao Yan treats him...

"Yes, he said he didn't have time to come back and asked me to send it to him, and said this was probably the last bottle he'd buy."

Finally...a bottle?

The glimmer of hope that had just been regained was snuffed out in the blink of an eye.It may be that the high fever made his mind unclear, or it may be that the emotional ups and downs of the night caused him to be mentally abnormal, but when he heard the words "the last bottle", he really felt the anger and despair.

He snatched the box violently, pulled out the perfume inside and threw it to the ground hard. The person next to him didn't react, and was startled by the explosion, "What are you doing!"

Zhao Xiangyan was extremely calm after dropping the things, took out a wad of money from his pocket and handed it to him: "Can I buy it now?"

The man was frightened by his appearance, his fear overwhelmed his anger, so he took away the money and cursed: "Crazy, get out of here!"

Zhao Xiangyan squatted on the ground and picked up the broken glass bit by bit. He didn't care if his hands were cut several times. The aroma spread everywhere, covering all the aromas in the room. His breathing rhythm was chaotic, and he coughed desperately. .Zhao Xiangyan hates and hurts at the same time, the one who hurts is himself, but he can't find someone to hate.

The journey home was like a nightmare.

He was groggy and had a high fever, huddled in the back corner of the economy class, neither eating nor drinking, coughing on the plane almost caused complaints.

I don't know whether it was on purpose or forgot, he didn't send a message to Zhao Wei, but unexpectedly saw Zhao Wei at the exit.

He thought he was hallucinating, but he actually wanted to rush over and hug Zhao Yan, even if he shamelessly used Ke Yan's identity, but his mental state was extremely poor, his body was overdrawn, and he was already at the end of his strength. When he came, he completely lost consciousness, fell headfirst, and was caught by Zhao Wei, who was walking quickly, and hugged him into his arms.

"It's not easy to find you."

Zhao Yan's patience had reached its limit when he saw someone, and all the reprimands on his lips disappeared when Zhao Xiangyan fell into his arms.Even through the clothes, he could feel that the person in his arms was very hot. Qin Hao's clothes were useless at all, because Zhao Xiangyan didn't wear too much, but he was too sick.

In just a few days, I tossed myself like this.

When the head teacher of the school called Qin Hao to say that Ke Yan asked for leave, Zhao Wei felt something was wrong.The teacher called Qin Hao the next day when he felt the need to talk to him, saying that he thought the game would continue and he didn't dare to stop him, so Zhao Wei knew that he was gone.

It was the first time that Qin Hao was angered by Zhao Xuan, but he knew that he had indeed been negligent.

On the same day, Zhao Wei flew back to China to find someone, but he waited for that inexplicable phone call for two days.Zhao Xiangyan only heard Zhao Xuan anxious on the phone, but he didn't know that his crying almost broke Zhao Xuan's heart.

With the signal, it is not difficult for Zhao Wei to find him, but it took a little effort to check his air ticket back home.

The man was taken back to his other house by Zhao Wei, and the doctor first came and prescribed medicine and injections. After examination, the doctor said that he just had a fever, and he would be fine after taking the medicine and resting for a while.After everything was settled, Zhao Wei stood by his bed, took his hand and wanted to hold it, and found a wound on his hand.

This is not an ordinary scratch, Zhao Wei thought for a while, went to look through the coat he took off before, and found glass shards of various shapes from inside. If it weren't for the familiar sticker, it would be difficult to identify this scratch. perfume bottle.

He looked at the person on the bed and said to himself: "What do you know?"

A few seconds later, Zhao Wei took off his jacket and top, threw off the quilt and lay down on the bed. Zhao Xiangyan felt the cool wind and then the heat source, and kept leaning into his arms, pressing his reddened cheeks tightly against him, even He doesn't need to help adjust the posture.

Zhao Wei pulled the quilt back, hugged the person in his arms tightly, patted his back lightly, and then closed their eyes together.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Xiangyan was awakened by thirst. He felt someone hugging him in a daze. When he realized that he was awake, he let go. There was a night light in the room. After seeing the other person's face clearly, he called out in a hoarse voice: "Brother..."

Zhao Wei didn't feel sleepy, rubbed his head, and replied softly: "Yes."

Zhao Xiangyan fell into a coma again.