【Double Life】The Redeemer

The door of the European-style villa was opened, and a black car drove in. It was early spring and March, and the red camellias were in full bloom around the villa.

After the car stopped, a young-looking man came down from above. He was wearing a white tuxedo and silk gloves on his hands. His shoulder-length blond curly hair was loosely tied behind his head with a ribbon and hung down at his temples. Two strands of curly hair, fair skin, deep and delicate outlines, and bright blue eyes, like two jewels.

The light-colored lips are slightly raised, always smiling.Rather than saying that this person looks like a character who came out of a comic, it is more like a nobleman in the court of the French nineteenth century, with his own extravagance and elegance, and a bit of rebellion.

This person is Liang Chuan, the current head of the Liang family in Beijing, and his mother is a French aristocrat. Although he is already 39, he looks no different from a young and handsome guy in his early twenties.

He pressed his lips and coughed a few times, his drooping eyelashes trembled, and his skin on the side was as white as if transparent, making him feel pitiful for a moment.

The housekeeper, Uncle Chun, followed him and quickly asked, "Sir, are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to send Dr. Tao over?"

"No need." Liang Chuan looked around at the wildly blooming camellias, with a sincere smile on his face, "Uncle Chun, I've only been away for a week, and the camellias are blooming so well, is he happy?"

Uncle Chun naturally knew who Liang Chuan was talking about... Are you happy?The young man just smiled inexplicably, and there was no unnecessary reaction.

"Mr. An smiled."

"That's really great." Walking into the living room, Liang Chuan said excitedly, "Uncle Chun, let the kitchen prepare a candlelight dinner, prepare more of Xiaojia's favorite dishes, and bring out that bottle of red wine. I'll go up and see him. Call us later."

Uncle Chun responded, and Liang Chuan went upstairs briskly.

Uncle Chun shook his head and sighed, but there was nothing he could do.The young man tried to leave more than ten times since his mother died, but every time, he was found by his husband.The last time, my husband was covered in blood and was taken to the hospital by the young man. The young man was willing to stay in this villa and never tried to leave again. It has been almost two years since he was in this state.Everything seems to be safe and sound, but I always feel that there are rough waves under the calm water.

When Liang Chuan walked to the door of the bedroom, he tidied up his appearance and even knocked on the door politely.

"Xiaojia, it's me, I'm back."

On the balcony of the bedroom, the black eyes of the young man in black silk pajamas were dark, as if he could not see a gleam of light. He dipped in red paint and painted the drawing board black and red. After hearing Liang Chuan's voice, he calmly painted the drawing Take the paper off and throw it in the trash.

An Jia stood up, stretched her muscles and bones, and woke up like a beautiful leopard.He is tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, extremely handsome.

In addition to the abnormal paleness of the skin color that is indoors all year round.

The way he bowed his head and smiled lightly was very much like Liang Chuan.An Jia opened the door for Liang Chuan. As soon as the door opened, the man who was half a head shorter than him hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, "Xiao Jia, miss me?"

An Jia wrapped one hand around the man's too thin waist, and closed the door with the other.Pressing Liang Chuan against the door, he kissed him eagerly and passionately, plundering with lips and tongue, as ferocious as a wild beast tearing down its prey.

Liang Chuan was kissed until he was paralyzed, so he could only grab An Jia's neck with both hands, and put his lips on An Jia's neck like a sacrifice.

It wasn't until An Jia's hand began to pull out the clothes that Liang Chuan resisted and pushed them away. His blue eyes were covered with mist, shining like he could talk, "Xiao Jia, are you in such a hurry? I just came back, we said Are you talking well?" He coaxed softly, like coaxing a child.

An Jia let his hands touch his face, the man was in poor health and his palms were cold.

"But, I want it." He said with a smile, just like a normal couple longing for their lover's body after a long separation.

Liang Chuan lowered his head and smiled, the curly hair at the temples was shaking, beautiful golden, and his white and slender neck provoked An Jia's visual senses.

His whole body seemed to be on fire, but he was still quietly waiting for Liang Chuan's answer.

"Okay, here you are, you are my enemy." Before Liang Chuan finished speaking, An Jia picked him up and put him on the bed.

The big soft bed sank into it, and the clothes were quickly removed. The young and fit body pressed down, and in the hot and warm embrace, Liang Chuan felt for a moment that he might melt under the other person's body.

There was mist in his eyes, and there was an uncontrollable moan between his lips. He let the other party put himself into any shape, and then enjoyed it to his heart's content.

When he was entered, it was very painful. Liang Chuan lay face down on the pillow, his slender fingers gripped the pillow tightly, his waist seemed to be broken, and tears flowed from his eyes.

His little lover is still so warm to him and still smiles at him. He is obviously fine, but why do all the doctors tell him that An Jia's depression is getting worse?

Was he unhappy... unhappy?

No one answered Liang Chuan's question, and he passed out.All of An Jia's enthusiasm and desires cooled down in an instant. He turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, squinting at the camellias outside the window.

It's so red, it's like blood.

He turned his head to look at Liang Chuan who had fallen asleep again. Because of his illness, his body was always as thin as a teenager's, but his bones and flesh were well-proportioned, his skin was greasy and fair, and he was still very good-looking.Especially the golden curly hair, like a prince.

He remembered that when he saw this man for the first time in high school, he was amazed. How could there be such an exquisite and good-looking man, like the one in the comic book in the hands of the girls in the class, but he was only good-looking. People appreciate things.

It was this man who funded and helped himself, and it was also this man who ruined himself.

He loves and hates him, respects and fears him, obsesses and resists him.

An Jia gently carried Liang Chuan into the bathroom. While washing the other person's body, his eyes couldn't help but fall on the terrifying scar on the man's left chest. So a trace.

An Jia's expression became distorted, with unstoppable fear and fear in his eyes, his teeth trembling, and a few beast whimpers came from his throat before he slowly regained his composure.

After cleaning and changing into a bathrobe, he carried the man back to the bed, and as soon as he lay down, the man rolled into his arms, as soft and cute as a Persian cat.

He slept soundly, but An Jia couldn't fall asleep all the time, she opened her eyes and said it was dark.

When Uncle Chun called for dinner, he gently pulled Liang Chuan away, maybe because he was tossed too hard, Liang Chuan didn't wake up.

……

After Liang Chuan woke up, it was already dark, and he was alone on the bed. He turned on the bedside lamp, felt very uncomfortable, and his feet were sore, but he still got out of bed.After walking out, An Jia was not there in the living room.

His face turned cold in an instant, and the delicate eyebrows and eyes were stained with frost, "Where's Xiaojia?" He asked as he hurriedly went downstairs.

"Sir, Mr. An has gone to the greenhouse." The servant hurriedly said, Liang Chuan calmed down, the ice and snow melted, and the spring scenery returned.