Overlord Husband Secretly Reborn

Jiang Wenluo took a step back in an instant. Song Zhiyuan's resentful appearance a few hours ago immediately came to his mind.

But this "new" Song Zhiyuan showed no intention of attacking Jiang Wenluo at all.He just glanced at him indifferently, and said "tsk" in a neutral manner, then turned around, bent his fingers, and flicked the boy's head hard.

"Ah!" The boy covered his head, shouted exaggeratedly, and shook the corner of Song Zhiyuan's clothes.When he raised his face, there was no sign of anger on his face. On the contrary, his eyes softened and fell on Song Zhiyuan's body like water, full of tender affection.

Wu Qing looked embarrassed and drenched all over, but the two of them didn't seem to notice this.

Everything gets along as usual.

- This is a four-person bedroom.

The four beds are placed in the four corners of the room, like a strange formation, with a long study table in the middle and scattered chairs.But here there are only three people's beds with things, and the other bed has only bare boards, and there is nothing left.

Song Zhiyuan sat on the bed, casually tilting his feet, he stretched out a hand, took the drink handed to him by the boy indifferently, unscrewed it and took a sip.In his other hand, he was holding an exercise book, and he was frowning, making corrections with a red pen. The more he flipped, the deeper the frown became.

Jiang Wenluo's eyesight is very good, he can see the name written on the cover here: Wu Qing.

The boy was sitting next to Song Zhiyuan, resting his head on his shoulder, with the other hand around Song Zhiyuan's waist, guilty of not looking at his exercise book.

Song Zhiyuan glanced at Jiang Wenluo, and slapped him hard on his hand. With a crisp sound of "pa——", the back of the boy's hand turned red immediately, "What are you afraid of, he won't think we are evil..."

"I've told you all about it!" Song Zhiyuan interrupted him, poking his fingers hard on the exercise book: "Why are you still wrong? Why are you so stupid! Are you a pig? How many times has it been done? Chen Xiaoyu is better than you clever!"

"It's not that you don't know, I'm not smart..." the boy lowered his head and whispered.

——Wu Qing.

It's him.

Jiang Wenluo lowered his eyes, his eyes glanced at the aggrieved Wu Qing, and he sat on another bed by himself.

Everything on it was neat and tidy, even the quilt was folded into tofu cubes, the clothes were folded into a square, and there was not even a single wrinkle on the bed sheet, it was clean and spotless, just like his habit at home.And there is a reference book next to the pillow, there is no name written on it, and the exercises are neatly written, without even a trace of calculation.

Jiang Wenluo sat by the bed, flipping through it casually.

Without paying attention, a thin photo slipped down from the inside, and the edge fell to the ground with a crisp sound.Wu Qing glanced at him, turned her head indifferently, and continued to whisper small things into Song Zhiyuan's ear.

—These two are undoubtedly a couple.

Jiang Wenluo lowered his head and made a judgment in his heart.

But why did Song Zhiyuan marry that woman?What happened in between?

He moved his joints, and turned the photo over with his emotions surging.

"Grade Three, Class Nine"

The other half of the missing photos were filled in, and Jiang Wenluo saw Song Zhiyuan, Wu Qing, and that woman in it.The three of them stood side by side, smiling stiffly at the camera, their faces very pale.

Jiang Wenluo's clothes were not completely dry, and the shirt he was wearing inside stuck to his body, making him feel very sticky.

"Can I take a shower?" Jiang Wenluo raised his head, and as soon as the words fell, Song Zhiyuan shook the hands of the two people away, as if something dirty was stuck to them.

"Go, what else do you ask?"

A gloomy look flashed across Wu Qing's eyes, and he looked at Jiang Wenluo amusedly and said.

It's just that he soon became happy again, the smile on his face couldn't be restrained, he tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth, and then he and Song Zhiyuan looked at each other——Jiang Wenluo is not here, the two of them can get along alone up.

It was obviously a very gloomy place, but looking at this scene, Jiang Wenluo slowly felt a little sad, making him breathless.

——If there is no accident, this should be their 'dormitory'.

Jiang Wenluo went into the bathroom, and there were three towels on the shelf, one of which was brand new.He opened the package, took off his clothes and walked under the shower.

Steaming water poured down, pouring on Jiang Wenluo's head, and water droplets dripped down his body.

"So is this place a memory of whose? Or is it a reenactment of a scene?"

"The house is a picture, and so should the school, but I don't know where the 'edge' is."

Jiang Wenluo exhaled, facing a mirror, in the water vapor, he found his hazy figure.Jiang Wenluo lowered his head with slight pain in his stomach, and put his palm under his left rib. There was obviously a living creature moving slowly in that bulge.

"They are dating." Jiang Wenluo poked him with a finger, with a dependent expression on his face, "It reminds me of you, Liang Yaowen, you were so stupid when you were chasing me, you didn't understand anything."

"Looking like a playboy, but he turned out to be so stupid. He knows how to praise me all day long. Adjectives are so scarce."

When his voice fell, the scope of the thing's activities was obviously much larger, and it actually poked his heart once and for all, as if it had become angry from embarrassment, and punished his nonsense in this way.

The severe pain came over in an instant, making Jiang Wenluo's face pale, and he bent down in pain, so he could only hold on to the railing to stand firm.

He breathed heavily, and water poured from his mouth and dripped into his stomach pouch.

"Tick tock—" a drop of water fell to the ground.

"Isn't that right?" Jiang Wenluo suddenly became stubborn, and he wanted to continue, "You say cute every day, you say it when you wake up, you say it when you hug me, and you say it when you ask me to cook for you. , I smiled stupidly when I saw it, why are you so fierce now?"

——Liang Yaowen seemed really angry.

There was the sound of Wu Qing and Song Zhiyuan fighting outside, and Song Zhiyuan shouted loudly to Wu Qing: "Stay away from me!"

Wu Qing shot back sullenly: "Song Zhiyuan, you know how to bully me!"

But Jiang Wenluo in the bathroom couldn't breathe, he fell to the ground all of a sudden, clutching his heart with pale cheeks.

"You are obviously here."

"When I was in Baishao Hospital, I was still writing on the wall to save me from Li Hongyu. What's the matter now?" Jiang Wenluo said in a low voice, "You can come out at all, right?"

——There was no movement in the body.

The bathroom was full of water vapor, and white foam flowed down Jiang Wenluo's cheeks, his left eye was pitch black.

A hard lump stuck in the throat, and I couldn't swallow it no matter what.Jiang Wenluo felt sad when he heard the voices outside.If there are no omissions, then Song Zhiyuan ended up with a girl and lived under the same roof as Wu Qing.

Very strange arrangement, completely unreasonable, but tragedy is an established fact.

With the tip of Jiang Wenluo's tongue on the roof of his mouth, he exhaled forcefully, stopping the emotions he was about to pour out before the dam.He stood up holding the toilet lid, wiped the mirror with his hand, and saw that his eyes were very red.

"It's really worthless." Jiang Wenluo lowered his head and scolded himself, and let out a breath.

But when he raised his head again, his right eye and left eye changed silently, as if waves were rolling.

When he looked closely, there was a figure vaguely reflected in his pupils, it was Liang Yaowen.

He stood there expressionless, a little arrogant, looking at Jiang Wenluo in his pupils, his body was wrapped in a thick black mist.Jiang Wenluo opened his eyes in astonishment as he was looking at the mirror. Just as he was about to say something, Liang Yaowen turned his face away and disappeared in an instant.

"Liang..." Jiang Wenluo seemed to have lost his mind all of a sudden, and smiled foolishly in front of the mirror.

"You're out."

Jiang Wenluo pursed his lips, and his voice was very soft. He felt ecstasy in his heart, and after thinking about it, he said, "You—must be seeing that I'm in too much pain, right? I can't bear it."

The person in the mirror is thin, without a trace of excess flesh, and his face looks very small, with close-set eyebrows and eyes, and his facial features seem to be finely smudged by fine brushwork and ink painting, which is favored by God, but usually this face looks It was too dead silent, with a pool of stagnant water in his eyes.

Now Jiang Wenluo seemed to come alive all of a sudden, his eyes were filled with hazy water vapor, and the ends of his eyes were slightly red, like the juice of peach blossoms in the pen, the writer wrote carefully.

——A burst of cardiotonic medicine penetrated into Jiang Wenluo's body.

"Liang Yaowen can definitely hear me, he knows everything!"

Jiang Wenluo, who had a head on his head, quickly took a shower, dried his body with a towel, washed his clothes briefly, hung them on the hanger, pulled his hair back, and walked out with the towel wrapped around him.

"Bang!" He pushed open the door, and the two people on the bed were obviously startled, and their bodies that were close together separated.

Song Zhiyuan pushed Wu Qing far away at once——

"Why did you take a shower so fast today!" Wu Qing turned her head and said dissatisfied.

"Just charge it, how long will it last?" Jiang Wenluo pursed his lips and smiled at him.

Wu Qing gave him a puzzled look, and murmured, "I just took a shower, why is my mood so suddenly so good..."

It was getting dark outside.

At eleven o'clock, the light dimmed instantly - Jiang Wenluo was lying on the bed covered with a quilt, he didn't dare to sleep, he just closed his eyes and listened to the movement around him, the sound of breathing in the room was very even.

About an hour later, when it was close to twelve o'clock, there was a rustling sound not far away, the sound of water hitting the ground, making a slight noise, and a person stood in front of Jiang Wenluo's bed, watching silently. his face.

The water vapor rushed over at once.

Jiang Wenluo knew without opening his eyes that this person was Wu Qing.

Jiang Wenluo tried his best to let his breathing be long and even, his heart beat faster and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.He felt Wu Qing squatting down, putting a hand in front of his nose, testing his breathing.

"Jiang Wenluo...?" Wu Qing whispered.

For some reason, Jiang Wenluo felt that Wu Qing had no ill intentions towards him.Relying on intuition, Jiang Qingluo didn't respond to his words, so Wu Qing relaxed and let out a deep breath.

When he turned around, Jiang Wenluo half-closed his eyes and saw Wu Qing holding Song Zhiyuan up with a blank expression.

It's like holding a mannequin.