"Hello, Mr. Zhou, please follow me."

Zhou Xiang wrapped his coat and walked into the house with the man.

There were a few people sitting in the room, all looking at him seriously. This day and this moment did not look like the New Year at all, but more like being a prisoner interrogation.

Zhou Xiang had already expected this result before coming, and he was very calm, standing in the living room waiting for them to make arrangements.

He glanced over and saw a familiar face in Yan Mingxu. The older couple must be their parents.

Zhou Xiang nodded politely, not humble or silence.

Yan Mingxiu's father snorted coldly and turned his head away. His mother frowned and looked at Zhou Xiang.

Yan Mingxu raised his hand before his father spoke, "Dad, don't talk, I'll deal with this matter if you promised."

His father was choked, looked at Zhou Xiang coldly, and turned his head away.

Yan Mingxu stood up and said, "Zhou Xiang, come with me."

Zhou Xiang followed him upstairs.

As he walked through the living room, Yan Mingxiu's mother suddenly stood up, holding a tray in her hand, walked to Zhou Xiang, and whispered: "Young man, can you let my son eat something?"

Zhou Xiang didn't know why, but his eyes became hot.

She stuffed the tray into Zhou Xiang's hand, "Can you let him eat something?"

Zhou Xiang took the tray, nodded, and quickly followed Yan Mingxu upstairs.

The two walked to the innermost room on the third floor, and Yan Mingxu knocked on the door, "Mingxiu, he is here."

Almost the next second, the door opened and Yan Mingxiu's face appeared in front of Zhou Xiang.

Before Zhou Xiang could react, Yan Mingxiu had already rushed over and hugged him. Yan Mingxiu's aggrieved cry came from his ears: "Brother Xiang."

Yan Mingxu frowned. He always felt that Yan Mingxiu's "Brother Xiang" was so familiar, and he had a strange thought in his heart.

Zhou Xiang finally stabilized the tray and his heart almost popped out of his throat. He felt his nose soreness and stood there at a loss, not knowing how to respond.

Yan Mingxiu was half a head taller than Zhou Xiang. At this time, he bent his body and buried his face on his shoulders. He breathed Zhou Xiang's breath desperately, trying to fill Zhou Xiang's smell and his whole body to relieve his longing for many days.

He had known that he could not live without Zhou Xiang, but he could not imagine how unbearable it would be to be forced to separate from Zhou Xiang again. He told himself to be calm, calm, and calm every day. This was a contest between him and his father. He must not give up, but he wanted to jump off the upstairs many times. He wanted to find Zhou Xiang and go immediately.

He didn't know if he was already sick. Maybe it was not longing, but just a kind of panic. He would panic if he couldn't see Zhou Xiang, and he would be worried that Zhou Xiang would disappear again and he would fall into that hopeless abyss again. So only when he could hold Zhou Xiang in a real way would he feel safe.

Yan Mingxu pushed them in, "Go in and say, don't let dad watch."

The three of them entered the house, and the lights were not turned on. Zhou Xiang glanced at Yan Mingxiu. He could smell the fragrance of Yan Mingxiu's body. He must have just cleaned himself, but the haggardness on his face could not be washed away. He was obviously thinner and his cheekbones were slightly raised, which made Zhou Xiang feel very uncomfortable.

Yan Mingxiu turned on the lights and the room was clean and there were traces of special cleaning.

Yan Mingxu snorted coldly: "If he doesn't come, you can really live in a doghouse with peace of mind."

Yan Mingxiu had recovered from his calmness. He looked at Yan Mingxu seriously and said earnestly, "Brother, you want to help me."

Yan Mingxu said sarcastically: "I am not helping you, so as not to lose your son or grandchildren."

"As long as our old Yan family has you, it's enough. I don't care whether I have children or not. I don't like women at all. I won't marry women. Let my parents die of that heart."

"How many years have you lived? Do you know what you want now? Do you know what you want at thirty-four? What about forty-four? What about fifty-four? What about eighty-four? What about these questions, those who have lived to that age have given you answers, you cannot be without children. A person who is young will inevitably be stupid and confused. Let's correct you."

Yan Mingxiu said calmly, "Brother, you don't believe in my feelings. I can tell you something. I have been waiting for him to come, and then tell you in person that I want you to know that you underestimate me too much."

Yan Mingxu narrowed his eyes and said, "What's the matter?"

Yan Mingxiu pointed at Zhou Xiang, "He is Zhou Xiang."

Yan Mingxu said angrily: "Nonsense..."

Zhou Xiang's face changed, and it was too late to stop Yan Mingxiu.

Yan Mingxu's mind turned around and immediately realized that something was wrong with this sentence.

Yan Mingxiu was extremely calm and continued, "He is Zhou Xiang, he is that Zhou Xiang, the Zhou Xiang who you think is dead."

Yan Mingxu widened his eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "You... do you know what you are talking about? Are you stupid for being hungry?"

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Yan Mingxiu said in a trembling voice: "Brother, you must be very curious about what Master Jikong said to me. Now the answer is in front of you, because Zhou Xiang is alive."

Yan Mingxu looked at Zhou Xiang in shock. Although he knew in his heart that his younger brother was obsessed with the person in front of him, it must be because of Zhou Xiang. Although he said that Yan Mingxiu could be half-hearted, in fact, he understood that Yan Mingxiu had never escaped from Zhou Xiang's influence from beginning to end, he would not have thought of such a bizarre thing even if he was beaten to death.

This person is obviously not Zhou Xiang, he has seen photos of Zhou Xiang... No, the point is that Zhou Xiang is indeed dead!

So what is the person in front of me who is still "alive" by my younger brother?

"You, tell me what you are talking about."

Seeing that he could not take back his words, Zhou Xiang lowered his head in acknowledging his fate. Well, now, the secret that he had originally planned to bring into the grave was basically known by everyone who should know, and he was left with a deep sense of powerlessness.

Yan Mingxiu glanced at Zhou Xiang and said hoarsely: "Brother, you may not believe me, but you will believe in your master. Zhou Xiang did have an accident. The body was indeed Zhou Xiang's, but he woke up from someone else's body, a person with the same name and surname as him, and had an accident on the same day and time. He woke up, and what you see now is him."

Yan Mingxu took a step back, took a breath, and looked at Zhou Xiang in disbelief. He said tremblingly: "How can you be sure? There are many coincidences in the world. What if he lie to you, what if he..." Yan Mingxu didn't say it any more. He knew that it was impossible. If this matter was true, then it was true. Although Yan Mingxiu was stunned by love, he was not stupid enough to be deceived by these messy things. Moreover, he vaguely remembered that his master said some very vague words at that time, and the look of Zhou Xiang was also very wrong. Looking back now, those words mean something, and they just happened to be in touch with the whole thing.

Yan Mingxu sat on the sofa. It was incredible to an ordinary person just hear such things, let alone to see them with his own eyes.

It was not that he had thought that Yan Mingxiu was tying him, because he had shouted to his incompetent brother in anger that if Zhou Xiang came to life, he would wish them a happy marriage. Perhaps Yan Mingxiu made up such a lie to deceive him in order to pass this level...

But what about his master? Should he ask his master? The master will never lie to him.

Yan Mingxu wanted to call and ask, but in his heart, he already believed it.

He didn't think Yan Mingxiu would deceive him for such a thing. In fact, although he retreated in order to make Zhou Xiang feel the difficulty, saying that Yan Mingxiu would forget him one day as if he had forgotten Zhou Xiang, in the past three years, he had watched Yan Mingxiu come with his own eyes. He knew that Yan Mingxiu had never forgotten Zhou Xiang. Even if he found another one, it was because of Zhou Xiang. Yan Mingxiu would not have been deceived, nor would he deceive him with such a thing. This person was really that Zhou Xiang.

When Yan Mingxu thought of this, he couldn't look up at Zhou Xiang. All of this was too weird.

Yan Mingxiu said in a hoarse voice: "Brother, will you help me? You said that if Zhou Xiang really comes back alive, you will agree to us."

Yan Mingxu's face looked particularly ugly, "Damn, how did I know he can really come back alive?"

Zhou Xiang said seriously: "You can't tell anyone about this when you walk out of this room, especially my mother. If you threaten me with this and let her know, I will fight you desperately."

Yan Mingxu snorted coldly: "You have watched too many TV series." He quickly calmed down, "I need to think about it carefully. I can't digest this news for a while. You guys tell me yourself, don't be too long, I'll go and wait for you."

Yan Mingxu opened the door and left.

As soon as the door was closed, Yan Mingxiu pressed Zhou Xiang to the wall and blocked his lips with force.

Two lips were pressed warmly, full of familiar smells belonging to Yan Mingxiu. Zhou Xiang opened his mouth and let his wet tongue invade his mouth, sweeping every wet corner. Yan Mingxiu's kiss seemed to have used all his strength, and he wanted to swallow him.

Yan Mingxiu did everything he wanted to do over the past period of time. He kissed and stroked Zhou Xiang, hoping to prove that this person belonged to him through intimate physical contact.

No one can take him away.
Chapter completed!