Reborn as a handsome young master

Xing Yan has spent half of his life walking the life they think they should live under the guidance of their elders, but now, the life they pointed out has made mistakes!

Xing Yan felt a sense of comfort that he could finally hold his head high and refuse the elders who interfered in his life for his own good.

He couldn't wait to talk to Grandpa about canceling the wedding!

Mr. Xing had just finished sucking the white powder, and his whole body was floating like flying in the air.

He heard knocks on the door.

Mr. Xing's consciousness and body seemed to have been separated. He stood up wobbly and wanted to open the door, but his eyes were in the air, his left and right feet were separated, and he fell to the ground with his head hitting the cabinet with a loud noise. The tap water from the sluice surged out, and the old man rolled his eyes and pouted.

When Xing Yan heard the loud noise coming from the old man's room, he was even more startled and slammed on the door: "Grandpa, grandpa?!"

When the door was finally smashed open by him, Mr. Xing was already unconscious.

Xing Yan looked at the old man who was lying in a pool of blood and took a step back in shock. He was so nervous that he stood trembling by the door for a long time before slowly walking towards the old man, and shouted in a trembling voice, "Grandpa, grandpa."

The old man who passed out completely lay quietly on the spot.

"Grandpa!" Xing Yan was short of breath, he didn't expect that the sound of knocking on the door would cause grandpa to fall down, in case parents knew about it...

He could barely hold the phone in his hand.

The aunt at home came out of the servant's room when she heard the voice, and when she saw Master Xing lying in a pool of blood, she couldn't help but screamed, "What's the matter, what's the matter! Hurry up, call me!" 110."

Frightened, Xing Yan dialed 110 at her urging.

The auntie went over to check the old man's breath and pulse, and said pleasantly, "I'm still alive."

No, not dead?

The heart that Xing Yan had been holding was instantly soothed. He pretended to be calm and took a few deep breaths, and said, "Put Grandpa on the bed first. Aunt Hua, please bring a towel over here. I'll wipe it for Grandpa."

The aunt hurriedly responded, seeing that it was very difficult for Xing Yan to lift him, she couldn't help but work together to lift him to the bed.

110 was still on the way, the auntie was still a little flustered after taking the towel, seeing that Xing Yan didn't mean to take the towel, she wiped the old man neatly with her hands and feet, and said in panic, "Why did it happen all of a sudden?"

Xing Yan's eyes stayed on the puddle of blood on the floor, and when he heard his aunt's question, his mind suddenly jumped!

He pondered and said, "It's Bai Miaomiao's business! Grandpa was too angry when he heard about them, that's why there was such an accident."

The aunt had obviously heard the rumors these days, and she couldn't help but said with a sullen face: "How could this happen."

"She made grandpa like this, I will never marry such a woman!" Xing Yan gritted his teeth and said the words deeply buried in his heart. "Grandpa is too old to be stimulated, and my parents have to spend more time with me during this time. I will be in charge of the Xing family's affairs for the time being."

——As long as the Xing family is in charge of him, he can cancel the engagement!right!Then...he wants to find Cheng Jun!He wanted to keep that beauty who dared to reject him well on the bed, and let him know what would happen if he rejected him.

The person Xing Yan was muttering to was lying on the bed and frowning uncomfortably.

That cup of calming milk did not calm Cheng Yan and Xiao Xiao. He dreamed ten years ago.

Ten years ago, Cheng Yanxiao was still a well-mannered young man. He smiled, with the corners of his lips raised high, showing youthful confidence.Surrounded by countless old friends and classmates, they laughed and surrounded him as he walked forward.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people around him, and when he walked into a room, Cheng Yanxiao realized that he was the only one in front of him.

The room in front of him faded away all the bright colors of the world, leaving only the dark and depressing black and white. He looked at the black and white photos and candles directly in front of the room, and the woman kneeling in front of the table and crying bitterly.

He seemed to be pushed forward by someone, and stood next to the woman whose voice was hoarse from crying.

The woman raised her head, revealing a blood-stained face, Cheng Yanxiao was startled, he wanted to go away, but the woman hugged him tightly, her arms were so strong, hugging Cheng Yanxiao was like a drowning man catching the only Her voice was hoarse and choked with sobs: "Xiao Xiao, don't take revenge! Parents are gone, you can't pay for these social dregs for the rest of your life! I don't allow you to join the army, I don't allow you! Promise sister, promise sister you I won’t enlist in the army! You promise my sister!”

Her voice was full of crying, and her voice was as hoarse as if someone pressed it into the shagui and rubbed it for an hour and then picked it up.

Those red and swollen eyes were full of hesitation and sadness, and even the mole under the corner of the eyes seemed to be tears that would fall at any time.

So she is my sister?Cheng Yanxiao thought in hindsight?

Then he felt a pang of sadness, and he groaned in pain.

The scene changes again...

The color was still monotonous and pale, and the surroundings were very cold. Cheng Yanxiao was pushed forward by an invisible force again, and there was a transparent ice coffin in front of him.

There is no corpse in the ice coffin, only a military uniform.

But he knew that this was his sister's ice coffin.

The woman who hugged him like her only salvation, died?

The ones he loves the most, the ones he loves the most, have been buried deep in the wet and sticky soil, a place he can only reach until he dies.

The sorrow of extinction comes from the top.

He wants to cry, howl, howl, and destroy everything in front of him!

Then he was hugged by a warm chest with a pleasant smell, and a deep male voice coaxed softly in his ear: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Cheng Yanxiao's body trembled, he gritted his teeth, and a short moan and cry escaped from his lips.

He embraced the warm body beside him tightly, and his voice was hoarse, wrapped in pain: "Don't, don't go, don't go."

"I'm not leaving. I'll be with you." Huo Lang hugged Cheng Yanxiao, his brows furrowed uncontrollably.

His fingertips ran gently across the smooth back, his voice was soft. "Don't be afraid, I won't go."

Cheng Yanxiao sobbed softly, but he was haunted by the sad and dark nightmare and couldn't wake up.The slight trembling of the body and the choking escaping from his throat once made Huo Lang worry that being too sad would cause arrhythmia.

Huo Lang hugged him, and repeated in his ear, suppressing the noise: "I won't go, I will accompany you, don't be afraid."

It wasn't until Dongfang's belly turned pale that Cheng Yanxiao gradually calmed down, but his hands were still tugging on Huo Lang's sleeves uneasily.

Huo Lang could only lie down on the bed, looking down at the person in his arms.

The nightgown had already been spread out on both sides in the nightmare, and the black nightgown made the skin white evenly.

The exposed pink and white skin is like a flower with an alluring fragrance, revealing the most delicate core inside, inviting people to pick it tremblingly.

Huo Lang's hand caressed his chest uncontrollably.

Even in sleep, the heart beats here faster than ordinary people.

Huo Lang's fingers slowly moved down to the ribs... If one day, conservative medical treatment and conventional surgery can no longer cure Cheng Yanxiao's heart disease, he will need to find a suitable heart for him and arrange a heart transplant.

And here—his fingertips gliding up and down his ribs.

He will open this place himself, and he will see the cold white ribs and fresh flesh inside...

Cheng Yanxiao gave a soft 'hmm' sound, and half-opened his eyes hazily.

"Why are you in my bed?" He hadn't woken up yet, his voice was hoarse and sleepy.

"The guest room hasn't been cleaned for a long time." Huo Lang opened his eyes and said nonsense, his hands naturally embraced him, stroking his back again and again to comfort him: "It's still early, you can sleep for a while."

This kind of appeasement is very effective, Cheng Yanxiao gave a short 'um' sound, and then let out a slight breathing sound in the next second.

The nightmares at night were turned into powder when they were exposed to the sun when they were awake, and they were all buried in the coldest place in their minds.

Cheng Yanxiao didn't remember that he had a nightmare at all. When eating breakfast, Huo Lang seemed to casually ask, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Is it okay?" Cheng Yanxiao seemed to think about it, and found that he couldn't remember what dream he had last night. He was confused: "It seems to be a dream, but he forgot it when he woke up."

Huo Lang gave a soft thank you, suspicion flashed in his heart, and he said naturally: "A friend is coming over at noon, let's have dinner together tonight."

Cheng Yanxiao instinctively wanted to refuse.

Huo Lang spoke before him: "He has been in the United States before, and he mainly wants to see you this time."

"See me?" Cheng Yanxiao put down his chopsticks, beating his heart.

"The instructor gave him a question 'Is there a difference between beautiful people and ordinary people only in appearance', he thought about it for a while, and among the people he has met and heard, only you are the most suitable for this question, so he asked a friend to get in touch I want to chat with you." Huo Lang's level of lies and love stories is simply superb, and he can praise others without being obvious in the nonsense he tells casually.

Cheng Yanxiao was also obviously shocked. In his past limited two-point and one-line life, he had never been exposed to such a boring topic. He asked anxiously: "Is there such a topic?"

"The direction of his tutor's research is relatively unpopular. Although the audience is small, he is quite liked by those people." Huo Lang put the chopsticks in his bowl and asked, "Is it okay to be salty?"

Breakfast is a typical Chinese style, with porridge, side dishes, fried eggs, and a glass of milk.

"Very good." Cheng Yanxiao controlled himself not to swallow the porridge casually, and quickly left the dining table.

Following Huo Lang's example, he swallowed a mouthful of porridge slowly, complaining in his heart that capitalism wastes so much time eating breakfast, but he couldn't help but feel a little shy and satisfied about serving him breakfast himself.The egg that you bite into your mouth has a delicious aroma after frying, with a rich taste and just the right amount of saltiness.

Cheng Yanxiao is a single young man who has lived for 28 years, but has been eating takeout or cafeteria for at least the past ten years. He has no resistance to trivial things that seem normal to others—someone who greets him softly when he comes home from work, Milk brought to bed at night, breakfast in the morning...

The company of his family is an unthinkable existence for him, and he is a sharp knife that hits the softest part of his heart.

He smelled the familiar scent on Huo Lang, and glanced at Huo Lang from the corner of his eye.

Huo Lang had already finished his breakfast, and now he was staring at him intently, his blue eyes were full of his figure.

Cheng Yanxiao was suddenly taken aback.

This was Cheng Jun's first time rebelling against someone he had hurt, but it made him feel the warmth he hadn't seen for a long time.

But all this is still false!

He occupies Cheng Jun's body, but wants to do what Cheng Yanxiao should do - he can't easily let go of the old man of the Xing family, and the group of people like Hei E... Those people who are sucking human blood are not Huo Lang. Humanoids should be in touch.

"I'm done eating." Cheng Yanxiao got up in a hurry, cleaned up the dishes on the table in a panic, and said, "Let me wash it."

Huo Lang took his hand.

Cheng Yanxiao stopped what he was doing and looked at him in astonishment.

The two stood and sat, and the warm light in the morning fell on the two of them through the huge transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, covering them with a layer of warm light.

Huo Lang took his hand, lowered his head slightly, his blue eyes tightly wrapped Cheng Yanxiao like some kind of jelly.

From Cheng Yanxiao's point of view, this man is like a handsome mermaid that seduces the boatman, and he is the foolish boatman who was seduced.

Huo Lang's lips parted slightly, and his warm lips gently pecked at the round fingertips.

This light and slow kiss was like kissing Cheng Yanxiao's heart.

His heart was beating wildly.