【Double Life】The Redeemer

"..." An Jia just smiled and said nothing, he did get a big deal from Liang Chuan.About Ouyang Cheng and Shen Yan, An Jia actually only knew a rough idea, after all, when they were together, they mainly talked about work, and they seldom mentioned about their relationship.

Shen Yan and Ouyang Cheng were childhood sweethearts. Shen Yan's father was Ouyang Cheng's deputy. He died in an anti-drug operation. Shen Yan was only five years old at the time. His mother left early because she was dissatisfied with Shen Yan's father's dangerous job. Grandpa and grandma also died long ago, so the Ouyang family adopted the child.

And according to Ouyang Cheng, he was afraid of Shen Yan since he was born.

"I'll get you medicine and ice cubes, and you can use them yourself." After An Jia finished speaking, she got up to fetch the things and put them on the coffee table, "I slept in that guest room, and Uncle Liang left you something to eat in the refrigerator. I'm hungry. Heat yourself."

"Why are you going?"

"Go with your family and children." Unbuttoning the two buttons of her shirt, An Jia looked casual and unrestrained, "After all, my Uncle Liang's temper is really kind to me." After finishing speaking, she walked on her long legs leave.

Ouyang Cheng was so angry that he rolled his eyes, he picked up an ice cube and applied it to his face, hissed, thinking that Shen Yan was really angry, he deserves to be the one who arrests criminals all the time...

No matter how angry he was in the past, he would accept it even if he played tricks on the bed, but this time...

He seems to be crying...

Eye sockets are red, as if there are tears glistening...

"Grass!" Ouyang Cheng's lips trembled and he cursed.

...

After putting the two ancestors to bed, An Jia and Liang Chuan went to their bedroom, and they didn't disturb Ouyang Cheng when they passed the living room.

In matters of relationship, it is actually best for others not to criticize who is right and who is wrong.

In the bedroom, Liang Chuan tore off the rubber band that tied his hair. After the two kissed naturally, Liang Chuan went to the bathroom to take a bath, and Liang Chuan changed into gray-blue silk pajamas.

After coming out, he rolled onto the bed, his lips were kissed together, the pajamas were ripped off to reveal Bai Shengsheng's shoulders, he was quickly kissed, the bathrobe was lifted, his slender legs climbed up his thin and strong waist, and he moved forward As soon as they stood up, they both shouted happily with impatience.

The temperature in the house is rising, and the spring is boundless.

The two became more and more harmonious in this aspect. After the end, Liang Chuan curled up in An Jia's arms, his golden hair was sweaty, tears were hanging on his eyelashes, his round shoulders were still pink, and his whole body trembled slightly.

After An Jia carried him to take a shower and came back, Liang Chuan wore glasses and flipped through the magazines next to him. The lamp by the bed was warm orange, making him appear soft and lazy.

An Jia sat next to him, smiled and said to Liang Chuan: "Ouyang said Uncle Liang, you have such a good temper, otherwise I should have been beaten by you a hundred and eighty times."

"I can't bear it." Liang Chuan pinched the bridge of his nose, "And Xiao Jia deserves it."

"You coax me and pamper me." An Jia sighed, "It's too cheap for me."

"I just wanted to be with you." Liang Chuan looked at him, "I don't have the energy to waste time. Aren't you going to accompany him?"

"My company with him will only make him feel more frustrated." An Jia squeezed Liang Chuan's hand, his fingertips were soft, "Things between them are not simple, and we can't ask too much. Go to sleep, Uncle Liang, and we will have more tomorrow." Go to my hometown."

Tomorrow is the anniversary of An Jia's father's death, and they have to go to the cemetery in the countryside to worship.

...

Ouyang Cheng sat all night, and when he got up at dawn, his two dark circles could not be hidden, it was as if both eyes had been slapped.

Sitting withered all night, my whole body was sore, and every time I moved, my joints cracked.

He took out the off phone and pressed the power button. There were three phones, all of which belonged to Shen Yan.

He sighed, rubbed his throbbing temples, picked up his suit jacket and decided to go home.

He is almost thirty, and Shen Yan is also in his late thirties, so it's fine to make a noise.

He opened the door and went out, walked to the gate of the community, and was stunned.

In the morning of early spring, it was cold, even with the sun, it was still very cold.

Shen Yan, who was wearing a khaki windbreaker, was sitting on a bench, holding a cigarette between his slender fingers, and there was a pile of ashes on the ground. Director Shen was still very virtuous, and the cigarette butts were piled up on a newspaper, and he didn't throw them casually. on the ground.

His cropped hair has grown to the length of his ears. Because he is the director and his body does not allow him, he mostly works in the rear. His milk chocolate complexion in his early years has also become fair, but now he is blue from the cold.

Somewhat pathetic.

This man knows how to make him feel guilty.

Ouyang Cheng had only taken a few steps when Shen Yan looked over. He had a very handsome and delicate face, but kept a straight face all the time.His eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't sleep all night.

He stared blankly at Ouyang Cheng with slightly parted lips. The old man in his thirties became cute and cute for no reason.

Ouyang Cheng walked over and snatched the cigarette from his hand, "Your lungs are bad, stop smoking, doesn't it make my heart hurt?"

The distinct eyelashes trembled, Shen Yan lowered his eyes to hide all the emotions in them, hummed calmly, then packed up the cigarette butts and threw them into the trash can.

He glanced sideways at Ouyang Cheng, then lowered his head, "Yangyang was crying for you, and I'll take you home."

"Yangyang is looking for me, so you don't want to look for me?" Ouyang Cheng narrowed his eyes and liked to tease men.

The man didn't blush anymore, his throat rolled, and finally he just walked forward in silence.

Obviously he came by car, but he just forgot, and only knew to go forward.

Ouyang Cheng followed behind him, and continued: "I'm sorry, Brother Shen, you know my temper, I didn't say anything good, and I hurt your heart, I'm sorry, I'm just angry, I love you , you see we have been together for so many years, Yang Yang is five years old, you should trust me, how can I think about those people in the past..."

Ouyang Cheng spoke dryly by himself, while the person in front of him still walked forward with his head down, without saying a word.

Ouyang became a Buddha.

Smash his mouth, he has no choice but to go up to the silent man, grab the man's shoulders, pinch the man's chin and shout teasingly: "Brother Shen, baby, old baby, just talk to me!" Come on, don't be angry..."

The words have not yet come down, and the fingertips are wet.

Come on!Shen Yan cried!

This is a person who was stabbed by gangsters and can turn people into the police station...

"Oh, why are you crying, baby, I was wrong, I was wrong, don't cry." Ouyang Cheng was shocked, and while wiping tears on the man in a panic, he comforted him, "I will never run away from home again. I won't talk nonsense anymore, I won't talk about people from before, I won't quarrel with you again, let's live a good life, besides, you beat me, ha, don't cry, calm down. "

Men are always used to walking in front alone, and most of the time no one will find him crying.

Shen Yan just shed tears silently, without even sobbing, holding Ouyang Cheng's wrist with cold hands, his eyes were moist, "I'm sorry."

Opened his mouth, his voice was pitifully hoarse.

Ouyang Cheng lost his temper completely.

...

When she got up, the people in the living room were gone, An Jia called Ouyang Cheng, "I went to the hospital, Shen Yan has a fever."

An Jia raised her eyebrows and hung up the phone after saying a few words. Looking back, she saw Liang Chuan hugging the drowsy follower. The little guy was wearing a frog hat, rubbing his eyes and pressing his face against Liang Chuan's. Is it cuter for children or adults.

It's too magical and too poignant.

"Haven't you woke up yet?" An Jia couldn't help but lowered her voice.

"Yeah." Patting Sui Sui on the back, "I don't know who to follow, lazy and fussy, Bao'er is already sitting at the dining table."

An Jia looked at the dining table, Bao'er in a white princess dress was obediently drinking milk, they looked over and smiled sweetly at them.

An Jiale was overwhelmed, "I don't know who to follow."

Liang Chuan paused. The two pregnant mothers they were looking for were both demure and gentle women...

Liang Chuan rarely blushed, as if his earlobe was about to bleed, An Jia couldn't help laughing, and said loudly, "Could it be that Uncle Liang's essence is just like Sui Sui?"

Liang Chuan didn't speak, and put the child on the child seat.

"Or, Uncle Liang sometimes makes trouble with me so capriciously, I quite like it." An Jia said, wrapping his arms around Liang Chuan's waist.

His waist was soft, and he glanced at their two children with big eyes blinking. Liang Chuan smiled helplessly, patted An Jia's hand, and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Jia, shut up."

An Jia, who was told to shut up for the first time in history, seemed even happier. He looked at Liang Chuan's fleeing back, and his heart softened. He would use his whole life to pay for Liang Chuan, and for the rest of his life, they would be stronger than anyone else. happiness.