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Zhou Ye didn't ask the driver to drive to the door of his house, but stopped the driver as soon as he reached the villa area. He took Rong Zhao out of the car and held his hand: "Let's go, I'll take you shopping."

Rong Zhao didn't hold back, and held Zhou Ye's hand tightly.

Zhou Ye held a silk scarf and a large bag of socks prepared for He Xueyang and Zhou Sihuai in one hand, and held Rong Zhao's hand in the other.

Rong Zhao was holding the bunch of bright yellow wild chrysanthemums.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it's afternoon, there are many people in the villa area, both adults and children, all of them are the clan members of the Zhou family and their relatives.

A boy who looked like a high school student came over and smiled, "Brother."

Zhou Ye nodded, and proudly introduced Rong Zhao: "This is your cousin."

The boy knew about Zhou Ye, and almost everyone here knew about it. He didn't show any surprise, and smiled at Rong Zhao in a friendly way: "Cousin-in-law."

Rong Zhao: "Just call me brother."

After the boy left, Rong Zhao grabbed Zhou Ye and said to him in a low voice, "Don't ask people to call me sister-in-law or sister-in-law, it doesn't sound good."

Zhou Ye smiled: "Where does it sound bad, I think it sounds good."

Having said that, Zhou Ye still changed his name when introducing him to others.

There were a few six- and seven-year-old children playing football in front of them. A small red ball rolled to Rong Zhao's feet, and he bent down to pick it up.

A little girl with a pair of shofar braids ran over, looked up at Rong Zhao with big watery eyes, and said in a childlike voice, "Beautiful brother, Ball."

Rong Zhao knelt down, returned the ball to the little girl, and said softly, "Here, let's play with it."

The little girl picked up the ball and was about to run, but Zhou Ye grabbed her pigtails: "Call him pretty brother, what do you call me?"

The little girl was caught by the braids and couldn't run away. She turned her head to look at Zhou Ye, and pouted her mouth in dissatisfaction: "You adults will play with our children."

Zhou Ye didn't let go, he had to coax out a beautiful brother from the little guy's mouth to be reconciled, and asked again: "What did you call me, and I will let you go."

The little girl tilted her head to look at Zhou Ye, and shouted, "Uncle!"

Zhou Ye: "No, you have to call me pretty brother too."

The little girl kept her mouth shut and refused to scream, she was about to cry, Rong Zhao patted the back of Zhou Ye's hand: "What are you doing to bully other people's children."

Zhou Ye let go, the little girl glared at Zhou Ye, turned around and ran away holding the ball: "Mom, mom, that bad uncle bullied me."

A gracefully dressed woman came out from a parasol on the side of the road, picked up the little girl, and coaxed softly: "Who is bullying my baby?"

When the woman saw Zhou Ye, she smiled, walked over to the little girl in her arms, and taught, "You can't call me uncle, you have to call me grandpa."

The little girl hugged her mother's neck and reluctantly called out: "Master!"

Rong Zhao watched Zhou Ye's expression gradually crack, and looked at him with a suppressed smile.

The woman over thirty years old in front of her shouted at Zhou Ye: "Uncle."

Rong Zhao couldn't hold back anymore, the corners of his lips were raised, trying hard to control himself so as not to make Zhou Ye's embarrassing laugh.

The woman was right. Among the relatives in this branch, Zhou Ye's seniority is relatively high.Fortunately, women are well maintained, 30 looks like 20, and the sound of uncle is okay.

Zhou Ye turned his head to look at Rong Zhao, he rarely saw him smiling like today.Just like in that photo, when he really smiles, you can see a pair of shallow dimples.

Only then did Zhou Ye feel that the uncle and uncle were worth it.

The woman called out to Rong Zhao again: "Aunt."

The pretty brother Rong Zhao had no choice but to be polite: "Just call me by my name, my name is Rong Zhao."

After the woman left with the little girl in her arms, Zhou Ye led Rong Zhao to turn a corner from the street to the side road. Under the cover of buildings and trees, he lowered his head and slapped the dimples on Rong Zhao's cheeks. The place was kissed.

Playing with Rong Zhao's ears, he said, "If you dare to make fun of your husband, let's see how I punish you at night."

Rong Zhao reminded Zhou Ye: "Be honest, this is not Shilian Road's home, if something happens, wouldn't it be embarrassing? Besides, your father didn't like our relationship at first, so you can keep a low profile .”

Zhou Ye nodded: "Listen to my wife, she will do whatever she says."

Rong Zhao tidied up the clothes that had been messed up by Zhou Ye. He specially wore a shirt inside today. The collar could cover the ambiguous hickey marks on his neck, so that he would not be rude in front of his elders.

The two came out of the small path, Zhou Ye led Rong Zhao to continue walking, met many people in the middle, Zhou Ye held Rong Zhao's hand tightly, and introduced the man around him to everyone seriously.

The Guan family used to be a well-known family, but they were too low-key and didn't like to socialize, but they weren't uninvolved at all. Among the people in the Zhou family, maybe some of them had met Rong Zhao's parents.

Rong Zhao and his sister were well protected and never showed their faces in public.Because he is not afraid of being recognized.

Even if he was recognized, no one would tell because of Zhou Ye's relationship.

Taking a step back, even if Rong Zhao's identity was exposed, many people outside knew about it, and the police were even alerted, he would not be afraid.

He almost believed that Xu Yunliang did not kill him.As Zhou Ye said, as long as the bones are not found, it is not considered a homicide.

No bones were found, and the police had no evidence that he had killed anyone.

He is just a victim of the extermination case.

"Cousin," Zhou Ye raised his hand, beckoning to the woman standing in the yard of the villa next to him basking in the sun, "I haven't seen you for a few days, and you look younger again."

The cousin was coaxed happily, and walked out of the villa with a smile on her face, looked at Zhou Ye and Rong Zhao who was holding hands by Zhou Ye, smiled, and stretched out her hand to Rong Zhao: "My niece and daughter-in-law are so pretty."

"Thank you," Rong Zhao shook hands with his cousin, "You are beautiful too."

Rong Zhao secretly pondered in his heart what was going on with the people here, how could he and Zhou Ye's offensive relationship be established at a glance.

A large group of one or two, seeing Zhou Ye as a nephew, brother, uncle, younger brother, grandson, he can only be a nephew, sister-in-law, aunt, younger sibling, and grandson-in-law.

After listening to Rong Zhao's words, Biaogu saw that he was good-looking, and said happily, "Wait a minute, Biaogu will give you a greeting gift." After speaking, she turned and went home to get her things.

Rong Zhao's rebellious heart was aroused, he turned to look at Zhou Ye, and said in a low voice, "You call me husband."

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao dotingly: "Husband." His eyes seemed to be looking at an unreasonable little wife.

Rong Zhao was so closed that he didn't want to speak.

Cousin came out of the house with an exquisite jewelry box, opened the box and showed it to Rong Zhao: "I used to prepare it for Xiao Ye when he was young, and I kept it for his wife in the future. You take it .”

Rong Zhao looked at a pink gemstone bracelet in the box. Although he couldn't wear it, he still had to put it away with the elder's kindness: "Thank you, cousin."

When the cousin was happy, she almost blurted out, do you look good in Dai Dai?

Rong Zhao read this sentence from his cousin's joyful expression, he could only pretend that he didn't see anything.He is a man, wearing a pink bracelet, what he looks like.

Cousin was actually very helpless, she never knew that Zhou Ye would find a man, so she could only say, "It's good to have it as a decoration at home."

Rong Zhao thanked you again.

Before leaving, the cousin suddenly called out to Rong Zhao: "My nephew and daughter-in-law."

Rong Zhao: "You can call me by my name."

Cousin stared at Rong Zhao's face: "I always feel that you look familiar, especially these eyes, I seem to have seen them somewhere."

She thought about it carefully, but finally couldn't think of it, and gave up: "Maybe all good-looking men look alike."

Zhou Ye glanced at his mouth: "Don't, my wife is different from those coquettish sluts outside, she is unique and good-looking."

Cousin smiled: "I didn't realize before that my little Ye is an idiot."

Walking past the door of his cousin's house, Zhou Ye led Rong Zhao to continue walking, while whispering, "It's okay, even if they are recognized, they won't say anything."

Rong Zhao hummed, no longer the vigilance and vigilance that he was afraid of being recognized at the beginning.

The sun at three or four o'clock in the afternoon in early autumn shone on his body, and it was warm. Rong Zhao was held tightly by Zhou Ye. He liked this feeling, walking under the sun without fear.

Even if it will rain cats and dogs the next moment, as long as the person beside him is him.Whether the future is bright or sunny, he accepts it calmly.

Zhou Ye was also very happy. He knew Rong Zhao's character too well. Although he was well-bred, he was not a social person, and he didn't like to talk superficially. Most of the time he was cold and cold in front of outsiders cold.

He is willing to say some happy words to his elders for him. He is accepting and integrating into his relatives and life, and he is planning to spend a lifetime with him.

It's a pity that the current environment does not allow it, otherwise Zhou Ye's truth would have dealt with Rong Zhao now.

Rong Zhao noticed the burning gaze of the person beside him: "You also restrain yourself a little bit."

Zhou Ye bent the corners of his lips: "I like you so much, I can't control it."

After finishing speaking, he did not forget to add in a low voice: "Leave the door open for me at night, I will pick you up in your room, and you will sleep in my bed with me."

When he arrived at the door of Zhou Ye's house, Rong Zhao took his hand out of Zhou Ye's, tugged at the hem of his jacket, turned to look at Zhou Ye and asked, "Can I do this?"

Zhou Ye naturally had nothing to say: "Okay, that's great."

The gate opened automatically, and a beautiful courtyard appeared in front of him, which Rong Zhao liked very much.

At the end of the yard came a woman.

The woman was wearing a burgundy dress with a long black knitted shawl outside. Her long curly hair was scattered behind her shoulders, and she had a pair of peach blossom eyes exactly like Zhou Ye's.

Zhou Ye took Rong Zhao's hand again, and greeted him: "Mom."

He reminded Rong Zhao in a low voice, "Call me Mom."

Rong Zhao sent the wild chrysanthemums in his hands with both hands, while calling out politely and thoughtfully: "Hello, Auntie."

"Thank you." He Xueyang took the bouquet and looked at Rong Zhao's face, "It's very beautiful."

Rong Zhao naturally thought that He Xueyang was praising the beautiful flowers, but Zhou Ye knew her mother best, she said Rong Zhao was beautiful.

He Xueyang took Rong Zhao to the front, pointing to the flowers in the yard and introducing them to him, saying the names of the flowers one by one, many of which Rong Zhao had never heard of.

Rong Zhao was not interested in these flowers and plants at first, but Zhou Ye's mother's voice was very pleasant, and her tone of voice was very elegant, which easily attracted people in.

Zhou Ye was squeezed to the back, looking at his wife and mother, the corners of his lips raised unconsciously, knowing that He Xueyang had passed this test.

At the end of the yard, at the entrance of the living room, He Xueyang brought Rong Zhao and Zhou Ye in, and said, "Your father is still at the company and has an important meeting. He will bring your grandma over before dinner."

Zhou Ye changed his shoes and took a look at the living room. The furnishings were not the same as before. Many furniture and decorations had been replaced.

This is not the point, the point is that many of the furnishings are He Xueyang's treasures, they were stored in a special villa by her before, and no one is allowed to touch them.

Zhou Ye looked down at his own slippers, then at Rong Zhao's: "Mom, why does Rong Rong's shoes look better than mine?"

He remembered very clearly that the pair of shoes on Rong Zhao's feet were put by He Xueyang in her collection a long time ago, and the cloud pattern embroidery on the upper of the shoes was all gold thread one by one.

Zhou Ye deliberately said: "Rongrong, your pair looks good, I want to wear your pair, come and change with me."

Rong Zhao looked down at his feet: "I won't change them." He also thought his pair looked good, but Zhou Ye's pure gray pair didn't look good.

Zhou Ye squatted down in front of Rong Zhao, grabbed his feet and threatened, "Change or not, if not, don't blame me for bullying you."

Beside Zhou Ye's mother and two nannies were watching, Rong Zhao blushed naturally when someone held his feet like this, and whispered to Zhou Ye: "Release."

He Xueyang came over, hugged Zhou Ye's arm and dragged him up: "Wu Chuan Chuu, are you worthy? You, are you worthy of such a beautiful thing?"

Zhou Ye was stunned. In the past, He Xueyang loved to tell people that his son was the most satisfying work in his life, and that his son's appearance was the most perfect in the world. He couldn't find anything more perfect than this.

Zhou Ye smiled: "Okay, I don't deserve it."

Although I was rejected, I was very happy to be rejected.There is nothing more satisfying than hearing someone compliment their wife.

He Xueyang pulled Rong Zhao to talk for a while, seeing that the time was almost up, and asked Zhou Ye to take Rong Zhao around to have fun, and then went to the kitchen to prepare dinner with the nanny.

Zhou Ye took Rong Zhao to the second floor, opened his own room, and the door was closed behind his back, and he held Rong Zhao down for a kiss, and he let go after several kisses.

Rong Zhao wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and looked around Zhou Ye's room.

The room is large, decorated in blue, with a basketball rolling in the corner by the wall, and the desk looks like it was used by Zhou Ye before, with words engraved on it, a typical boy's style.

"This house hasn't been renovated since I was in high school. I'm used to it, and I don't want to redecorate it." Zhou Ye sat on the chair and patted his leg, "Come and sit."

Rong Zhao didn't sit down, and walked to the bookshelf to look, most of them were classics and extracurricular books.

Rong Zhao took out a copy casually, looked at the cover, "How Steel Was Tempered", and was about to open it and read casually.

Zhou Ye ran over in a flash, snatched the book back from Rong Zhao's hand: "You can't read this one, you can read the rest as you like."

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye with scrutiny: "Is there a love letter inside?"

Zhou Ye repeatedly waved his hands and said, "No, no!"

The more Zhou Ye behaved abnormally, the more Rong Zhao wanted to read it. The two fought for a while, but Zhou Ye finally gave Rong Zhao the book.

Rong Zhao leaned against the window and opened it. After reading a few lines, his face turned red. He closed the book with a snap and threw it on Zhou Ye: "What a mess."

Zhou Ye was a little embarrassed at first, but seeing that Rong Zhao was even more embarrassed than him, he became more courageous, picked Rong Zhao's chin with the book, and teased him: "There are so many books here, how can you pick them out at a glance?" Publish the most coquettish book."

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye: "If you don't hide it, I can pick it out?"

This is a book dressed in the skin of a world famous book, actually a book with colors, telling the extremely intense love story of two men.

"My family Rongrong is so innocent." Zhou Ye opened the book, leaned against Rong Zhao, and pointed to a few passages in the book, "I'll read this passage to you. I've read it several times. Very well done, writing the love and hate of the two protagonists through intense 'action scenes'."

"He hugged him, pinned him down on the bed, and yelled in a hoarse voice: 'You can't fall in love with someone else, absolutely not!' He roughly tore his shirt open and kissed him hard. , while..."

Zhou Ye's voice was magnetic, and he leaned closer to Rong Zhao.

Rong Zhao's ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhou Ye finished reading this embarrassing paragraph, closed the book, put it back on the bookshelf, and turned his head and said, "I'll read it to you when I get under the covers at night. There are more exciting things to come."

Rong Zhao stood by the window, letting the evening wind blow on his face, blowing off a lot of the dryness on his face.

Outside, the setting sun dyed half of the sky, and the orange sunset glow changed into various shapes, crowded together lively.

Every villa in this area is not far away, looking intimate.There was only one smaller building standing alone behind the woods.

Zhou Ye came over, leaned against the window with Rong Zhao, and followed his gaze: "There is only one person living in that house."

"Remember what I told you last time. When I was a child, I was kidnapped when I was about seven or eight years old. The kidnappers helped the wrong person and tied up another child who was quite similar in age and appearance to me. My father gave paid the ransom and saved the child’s life.”

Rong Zhao turned around and looked at Zhou Ye: "Your looks should be more than similar."

Otherwise, would the Zhou family be guilty of spending so much money to redeem a stranger? If there was no other reason, that child was the illegitimate son of Zhou Ye's father outside.

Rong Zhao heard from Zhou Ye that his parents had a very good relationship, his father spoiled his mother so much that the possibility of an illegitimate child was very small.

Zhou Ye rubbed Rong Zhao's hair and smiled: "As expected of my wife, she's smart."

"That child looks very similar to me, not to mention very similar, at least nine and a half. That's why the kidnappers kidnapped the wrong person, and my dad was willing to pay the ransom. At that time, my mother even suspected that the child I was born with It was a pair of twins, and only one was brought back, and the other was that child. She knew in her heart that she was pregnant with something, and how many children she gave birth to. "

"She began to suspect that the child was my father's illegitimate child with a woman outside. My father explained that it was not, and it was not convincing at all in front of the facts. My mother beat my father hard. It was a real beating. Hit my dad with high-heeled shoes, but my dad didn't fight back, he let her hit him and scold him." Zhou Ye gestured with his hand, "The heels are so long and pointed, they greeted me with all their strength, and my dad was beaten to death. .”

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye: "I think you're quite happy."

周烨忍不住笑了起来：“小时候看见我妈揍我爸，还是有点害怕的，现在想起来，就只剩下幸灾乐祸了。谁叫他不认同我和我的爱情，回头再跟你好好Tell me how my father was beaten."

"My grandfather hadn't passed away at the time, and he was a little superstitious. That kid looked too much like me. We couldn't let him be torn up by the kidnappers. It would be unlucky if he died. It would be bad for me and would take my luck away."

Rong Zhao: "So, your grandfather and your father spent [-] million yuan just to keep Young Master Zhou's blessing. Your blessing is really valuable."

Zhou Ye bowed his head and kissed Rong Zhao's lips: "I am not a superstitious person, but now I am very grateful for my grandfather's decision back then, otherwise I would not be so lucky to meet such a wonderful you."

Rong Zhao was coaxed into a smile by Zhou Ye's love words: "Don't interrupt, just keep talking, what happened to that child afterwards."

Zhou Ye continued: "After the child was redeemed, a DNA test was performed immediately, and the results showed that it was neither my father's child nor my mother's child, and it just happened to look the same as me. My father They even gave me a DNA test, for fear that I was wrongly hugged, and that child is my brother, of course, the test results showed that I was not wrongly hugged, I am my parents' child."

Except for twins, there are people who look the same in the world, the probability is very low.

Zhou Ye stood by the window and looked at the villa in the distance: "My parents are afraid that competitors in the business field will make a fuss about the child, which will have a bad impact on the family's reputation, business and my safety. After agreeing with the child's parents, he was raised in Zhou's house."

"He lives in that villa, and he is usually taken care of by Uncle Su. He rarely comes out by himself."

Rong Zhao frowned: "What's the difference between that and going to jail?"

Zhou Ye: "It's really not that my family forced him to be locked up, it's because he didn't want to come out."

Rong Zhao paused: "To put it bluntly, your family is not afraid that one day he will control or kill you and replace you?"

Zhou Ye: "It's okay, there are special people watching. Besides, am I someone who can be controlled or killed so easily?"

As the sky gradually darkened, Rong Zhao saw that the lights of the villa were turned on, and the whole house was glowing: "Does that man really look like you? I'd like to see it."

Zhou Ye hugged Rong Zhao's shoulders and rubbed him into his arms: "Don't go, neither my parents nor my parents will go."

Rong Zhao understood Zhou Ye's meaning, facing a person who looked very similar to his lover, his emotional cognition was prone to confusion.

Rong Zhao: "Then you secretly went to see it yourself, aren't you curious?"

Zhou Ye: "I really haven't been there, I don't know why, subconsciously I don't want to go."

The two chatted about something else, Zhou Ye opened the door of the room, brought Rong Zhao out, squeezed Rong Zhao's palm lightly, and told him, "Leave the door open for me at night, and I'll read to you."

He Xueyang heard it, and asked casually: "What book, when did you become so fond of reading?"

Zhou Ye coughed lightly: "It's nothing, just some professional books."