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Chapter 51

Yan Liang had just finished eating, so he tidied up the closet on a whim. He hadn't been out in the past few months, and the clothes were washed by hand after he first moved in. After that, he kept them in the closet and never wore them again.In fact, it is reasonable to say that there is no need to tidy up at all, but he is so idle that he is about to become a monk, so he has to find something to do in a different way, so as not to be confused.

Compared with the time when he lived in a rental house two years ago, his life has really improved a lot. At least in terms of material, when Qin Yuan didn't pay the maintenance fee at the beginning, he could already rely on the money he got. The salary supports the medical expenses of the younger sister.It's just that Yan Liang doesn't have any material desires. Most of the cabinets are bought with the help of the company, or given by the brand and Qin Yuan. It looks dazzling, but actually only wore it once or twice.

The star itself is a gorgeously packaged product, Yan Liang knows the truth of it, but still feels it is a waste, sighing at the moment, taking out the clothes one by one, ironing them, and hanging them back up one by one.For such a boring thing, he listened to the music and worked on it for more than an hour without getting tired.

Until he saw a piece of clothing——it was bought by Qin Yuan for him more than a month ago when they were still abroad.

Perhaps because of seeing things and thinking about people, Yan Liang put down the iron, and brushed the silky fabric of the jacket with his hand, the small decorative chrome embedded on it was in his palm, a little bit prickly.

Touching it, she suddenly felt a lump in her pocket. Yan Liang reached out and found that the worker who did the laundry had forgotten to take out the contents. A handful of crumbs, through the nearly pasted handwriting on it, the word "fierce" can barely be seen.

...This is the lottery they asked for in the temple on the mountain.

Before Yan Liang could think about it, he suddenly heard a movement from the door, as if someone slammed the door shut, shaking even the floor.

He was startled, but quickly realized that ordinary servants would never be so rude, so there is only one possibility, that is, the owner of this house has returned.

"..."

But the young man in the room was not as pleasantly surprised as he had expected. He had a serious expression and unhurriedly shook off the scraps of paper in his hand on the trash can before getting up and going downstairs to greet him.

The person who entered the door did not turn on the light, and the room was dark, only the warm yellow light from the bedroom behind him elongated Yan Liang's figure, and looking around, there was only the dark living room, the curtains of the French windows were not drawn, and the quiet courtyard outside the window There was a sense of gloom, and the night wind blew the grass and trees gently swaying.

Yan Liang inexplicably got goosebumps all over her body.

He subconsciously rubbed his arms, and suddenly felt a scorching gaze. He turned his head and saw the tall figure standing in the darkness.The heart suddenly missed a beat, and then it was trying to catch up with the whip - the beating sound knocked on the eardrum and vibrated, Yan Liang was a little dizzy, sweat leaked from the quietly clenched palm, but it was not because of fear, but...

"Qin Yuan?" He narrowed his eyes and took a step forward: "Is that you?"

The person in the darkness didn't speak, but his gradually heavy breathing revealed his identity. The voice was deep and hoarse, like an enraged beast, restraining himself from tearing everything in front of him.

Yan Liang's pace stopped.

He was carrying the light from the bedroom, and all his expressions were hidden in the shadows, only his previously tense back was relaxing bit by bit.

As if nothing had happened, Yan Liang wiped the cold sweat off his palms on his pants, put away his disappointment, and showed a commercial smile: "Why did you come here suddenly..."

In the next second, someone grabbed his wrist, and his wrist bones were pinched with iron hoop-like fingers. Before he could scream, he was dragged into the room.

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Qin Yuan suspected that something was wrong with his brain.

It's just what happened just now, but it seems to be a long time ago, so long that even the memory has a fault. The last second he was still in the car, the high-speed wind was perfectly isolated from the window, and only melodious chords remained in his ears Le... This is not in line with his usual aesthetics.

So he asked to change it, to the most explosive rock, the kind that can make his brain boil - only in this way can he forget that photo, and the young face in the photo that is very similar to himself.

The lights were too harsh, so he turned off the interior lights.

In the darkness, the singer on the stereo was roaring, and the loud music covered up all his embarrassment...

As he turned a corner, something spilled out, and hot liquid landed on his hand.

It was the seafood porridge he bought for Yan Liang, and he carefully guarded it along the way, and now most of it has been handed over to this expensive leather chair, and even a little splashed on the trousers, forming a slight stain.

...but now, no one cares.

Qin Yuan closed his eyes, the veins on the back of his clenched fists bulged, and all kinds of slides from the past flashed before his eyes, but Yan Liang's smile in his memory became hypocritical and disgusting... He looked at him with such gentleness , So affectionate, but just stay on the skin, never go deep into the heart.

Because that doesn't matter.

Just like he was looking for the past with that mole of tears, the other party also used his own face to miss the old man... Maybe this is fair, but Qin Yuan didn't think so, he thought angrily: Why is Yan Liang?

Why do you treat me as someone else?

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The young master's voice was choked with sobs that he hadn't even noticed.

He asked in a low voice: "Why do you...don't like me..."

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