fiancé dressed as a paranoid villain

The curtains in the room were not drawn.

The light of the city sky lightly reflected the young man's cheeks, drawing out his thin and soft profile.

The young man was drunk, and his eyes were hot red.

Maybe it's because of the closed eyes, at this moment he looks extraordinarily docile and docile, completely different from his usual arrogant appearance.

The man carefully placed him on the bed. Hearing his uncomfortable groan, his eyes suddenly sank, his thin lips were pursed for a moment, then he stretched out his hand to his neck and pulled the tie a little.

Flicking his slender knuckles neatly, he unbuttoned two of the top buttons.

The young man finally got a chance to breathe, his chest heaved obviously, and the frown between his brows gradually relaxed.

The man stretched out his hand to brush away the broken hair on his forehead, traced it with his fingertips, and slid all the way down the high bridge of the nose to the fiery cheek, and finally stopped near his lips.

The temperature of the boy's cheeks burned his palms.

Spread from the fingertips to the heart, burning his mouth dry.

The man lowered his eyelashes, and a small amount of light gradually accumulated in his eyes.

The thumb lightly brushed his lower lip, stroking it back and forth reluctantly, for a long time, finally couldn't stand the temptation, and leaned over to get closer.

The thin lips lightly brushed against the soft tip of the young man's lips, but they did not kiss.

It's just an ambiguous stroke, moving very slowly to the corner of the right lip, and imprinting a kiss on the corner of the lip.

The sky has been filled with a thin layer of light.

The man got up to help him tuck the quilt, then lowered his eyes, looked at the boy's sleeping face and smiled with satisfaction.

"One day, I'll take you into my bed."

After muttering in a low voice, he turned and left the room.

As the door was closed with a click, the whole night fell into chaos and silence again.

Before dawn with a cool morning breeze.

The boy on the bed slowly opened his eyes, and rolled his eyes towards the door.

He heard the footsteps gradually disappearing next door.

Only then did he finally retract his gaze, and turned to look out the window.

He woke up when Pei Zhuo kissed his forehead.

Because only the consciousness came back, but the body was difficult to control, so he simply gave up struggling and wanted to see what Pei Zhuo was going to do, but he didn't expect to hear such a sentence from him.

"Even the hatred for you for so many years can be erased."

What exactly does this "hate for so many years" refer to?

Although alcohol paralyzes the brain, thanks to the system, he can quickly retrieve all the memories of the fake young master.

But no matter how you inquire.

His past has nothing to do with Pei Zhuo.

not to mention.

How many years does this "many years" refer to?

If this kind of wording is used, it must be pushed forward at least three years.

The false young master is only 19 years old now, and he was only 16 years old three years ago, but Pei Zhuo only came to ask for marriage when he was 17 years old. It can be said that before the age of 17, the two of them should have nothing to do with each other, let alone any hatred Don't hate anymore.

The fake young master was gentle and amiable all his life.

Although he is not helpful, so he is not particularly kind, but he has never done anything harmful to the world, and he treats others very kindly, without prejudice. It can be said that it is impossible to be hated.

Furthermore, Pei Zhuo is 26 years old now, and there is a 7-year age difference with the false young master.

When the fake young master was born, he was in elementary school, and when the fake young master entered elementary school, he was already in high school. The childhoods were completely staggered, so there should be no opportunities for contact, right?

Maybe the alcohol is still affecting thinking after all.

Su Xinggui sighed, finally gave up resisting, covered his eyes with the back of his hand, and fell asleep again.

Although the body is controlled by alcohol.

But the biological clock still prompts him to wake up in the morning.

Su Xinggui was hungover all night, and his dark circles were big and deep.

When he washed up and went downstairs, Pei Zhuo was already drinking coffee elegantly at the dining table.

Jinfa wanted to send Shen Zhu to school, so he finished eating early and left the house.

The other gangsters were also busy rushing to the company, the whole family didn't need to rush out early, it was just the two of them.

Without other people today, the atmosphere is inevitably a little awkward.

But Su Xinggui knew that he couldn't avoid him anyway, and he didn't bother to avoid him, so he simply sat down opposite him, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started to eat breakfast.

Seeing him coming, Pei Zhuo just said "Morning".

His expression was still stern and indifferent, showing no emotion.

Su Xinggui replied to him.

He buried himself in his head and ate indiscriminately, then packed up and planned to go out.

Pei Zhuo saw him sitting down to eat hastily, then got up and walked away in a hurry.

Only then was he finally willing to raise his eyes.

Said a word lightly.

"Let's have dinner together tonight."

"Okay."

The boy didn't refuse either, and responded perfunctorily.

While lowering his head to pack his things, he gave orders to him.

"Then prepare more, I will bring all the children from the company back for dinner later."

"........."

Seeing Pei Zhuo frowned slightly, the young man was in a good mood.

Only then did the corners of his mouth twitch, and a little pride leaked from the corners of his eyes.

Wait until everything is sorted out.

He even waved at him like a demonstration.

"gone."

Su Xinggui took two steps forward arrogantly, but suddenly a familiar scent of roses burst into his nostrils.

Following the smell, I turned around and found a bouquet of red roses in full bloom in the vase on the coffee table.

The memory suddenly overlapped with the scene in front of me.

Su Xinggui stiffened instinctively.

In the original book, Pei Zhuo would often buy flowers home, and every time he came back from outside, he would bring a bouquet of white roses to the false young master.

And every time he sees fresh white roses in the vase, the false young master will know that his nightmare is back.

Although the current body has not suffered from the torture in the original book.

But those memories still made him flustered instinctively.

Pei Zhuo was still behind him.

Su Xinggui was afraid that he would see something, so he didn't dare to stay longer, so he immediately resumed his movements, turned around and went out the door.

Although the distance between the company and home was very short, due to the morning rush hour, the road was very congested. Su Xinggui was completely stuck on the road just a few steps away.

Bored, he turned on the radio and listened to music for a while.

The whole person leaned against the back of the chair and looked up at the front and rear view mirrors.

The young man in the mirror is handsome and flamboyant, without any trace of timidity. He obviously has the same body, but is very different from the fake young master in memory, but with the same facial features, there is still a trace of the false young master's illusion.

"He seems to have hated you from the very beginning. You are so stupid, why did you fall in love with such a heartless bastard? In the end, you didn't even know why you were being bullied..."

The boy said, sighing faintly.

His eyes also dimmed a bit.

But soon, it quickly brightened again.

As if making up his mind, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked into the eyes of the boy in the mirror.

Look determined.

"But don't worry, I don't use your body in vain, those dogs owe you debts, I will help you recover them one by one.";