Long Aotian male lead he bends

At noon the next day, as the wind and waves subsided, search and rescue ships and helicopters had begun to dispatch, but after searching for most of the day, nothing was found.

Ning Xiang stayed at the sea rescue center waiting for news, Jiang Chenghui was always by his side and never left.

In the evening, the typhoon finally left the nearby coast, and the storm subsided completely.

Ning Xiang was staring blankly at the rain-washed sky when the Sea Rescue Center suddenly received news that a body washed ashore was found on the beach not far away, its appearance was somewhat similar to that of Mr. Ning.

Ning shuddered.

He and Jiang Chenghui immediately rushed over with the rescue team and confirmed the identity of the deceased.

It really is Mr. Ning.

It was a day earlier than what was discovered in the dream, and the location of the beach was different, but the way of death was similar.

Ning Xiang felt cold all over, clasping his hands tightly, but still trembling uncontrollably.

Jiang Chenghui wanted to hug him into his arms, but Ning Xiang broke free suddenly with a violent reaction.

Jiang Chenghui was taken aback.

"...There are people nearby." Ning Xiang explained in a low voice, even though he didn't believe it himself.

Jiang Chenghui only thought that Ning Xiang was over-stimulated, so he put a coat on him, and patiently stood by his side.

Ning Xiang's lips were pale, and he stared blankly at the old man being taken away. Even the car that took him away was exactly the same as in the dream.

It's almost like the original scene reappeared.

He felt like he was back in that nightmare again.

No, no, there are still many things that are different, his stepmother can no longer make trouble in the company, Ning Yuan is also staying in the detention center now, and more importantly, he has an additional Jiang Cheng emblem by his side.

Ning Xiang seemed to have found a life-saving straw, and burrowed into Jiang Chenghui's arms like a little chicken.

He was so cold, but this man was so warm.

But how long can he hold on to this kind of warmth?

Someone came over to tell Ning Xiang what to do next, but Ning Xiang was still hiding in Jiang Chenghui's arms, like a embarrassed tortoise, while Jiang Chenghui nodded and wrote down various precautions, holding Ning Xiang's hand Sign the form, and put his cold hands in his arms again to cover them.

Ning Xiang also let him manipulate, like a docile doll.

When I got home, I took a shower and was put into bed.

The dry new cotton breath finally gave Ning Xiang a moment to breathe.

Jiang Chenghui looked at him gently, stroked his hair, and was about to leave.

Ning Xiang suddenly stretched out his hand from under the quilt and grabbed Jiang Chenghui's clothes.

"I'll come over after taking a shower." Jiang Chenghui said to Ning Xiang.

Ning Xiang just shook his head stubbornly, but didn't say a word.

Jiang Chenghui sat down and tucked Ning Xiang's quilt.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here," he said.

Ning Xiang's eyes were fixed on Jiang Chenghui without blinking.

His eyes were originally round, with the tails drooping slightly, exuding a sense of innocence. At this moment, his face was pale, his lips were dull, and the soft desk lamp shone obliquely from above, making those eyes extraordinarily large.

Jiang Chenghui couldn't help but bent down and kissed Ning Xiang's eyebrows.

Ning Xiang closed his eyes slightly, and accepted this comforting kiss meekly.

Then, he spoke in a low voice, tremblingly: "I have something to tell you."

With just a few words, Ning Xiang seemed to have exhausted all his strength, his hands trembled slightly, and even his face became darker, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Jiang Chenghui put his hand on Ning Xiang's hair, and asked softly, "What's the matter? Tell me."

Ning Xiang just looked at him, with a touch of sadness in his eyes.

"I like you, I really like you." After a long time, he finally spoke, but what he said made Jiang Chenghui roll his eyes.

"Me too." Jiang Chenghui said, and then kissed Ning Xiang on the lips.

Ning Xiang's lips were soft and cold, and even the kiss was filled with sadness.

"What I want to tell you is not this, what I want to say is... I, I..." He seemed to be choked up suddenly, unable to utter a word.

"Don't worry, speak slowly," Jiang Chenghui couldn't understand, so he could only touch Ning Xiang's soft black hair and comfort the sad young man.

Ning Xiang's hair was extremely thin and soft, as light as a cloud.

Ning Xiang started to tremble again. He seemed to want to say something, but he still couldn't say a word.

He closed his eyes tightly, feeling the breath of Jiang Chenghui, the touch of his skin, and the unique smell of this person.

He really liked this person from the bottom of his heart, and he was really reluctant to part with him.

But no.

He couldn't cheat any longer.

No matter how reluctant he was to give back this stolen time, he had to give it back.

Ning Xiang gathered all the strength in his body, sat up from the bed, took Jiang Chenghui's hand and wanted to go out.

Jiang Chenghui hastily dragged him back and dressed Ning Xiang tightly before letting him get up.

When putting on clothes, Ning Xiang was still as obedient as a rag doll.

He lowered his eyes slightly, watching Jiang Chenghui's hands help him button up his buttons one by one, his hands moved slightly, and finally they were still hanging by his side.

He likes the feeling of being taken care of like a child - although this kind of care may also be the last time.

Then he jumped out of bed, was pulled by Jiang Chenghui to put on his slippers again, and the two went out.

Ning Xiang walked ahead without saying a word and didn't look back, holding Jiang Chenghui's clothes tightly with one hand. His fingers were very hard, and the slender joints and blue blood vessels protruded, showing a kind of morbid nervousness.

His heart was pounding like a drum, and a screeching voice in his head stopped him, yelling in his ear before jumping down to hug his feet.

"Are you crazy?!" the voice yelled, "If you're stupid enough to tell him everything, you'll have nothing!"

"Jiangcheng Huihui thinks you are an ambitious man, a dangerous person who approached him with ulterior motives! Your relationship will completely become a joke! Those confessions, those kisses, are all jokes!" Ning Xiang's feet were also tightly bound live.

"Besides, what's the use of telling him? If you really die, then everything has nothing to do with you, but if you don't die this time, don't you just continue to be with him? Maybe you can grow old together But once you tell him, it’s gone! It’s gone!” the voice roared frantically.

The next moment, the voice began to plead again: "Please, at least let your relationship be more stable before talking? By then, he will definitely not care so much about your deception. Even if he cares, you have at least enjoyed a period of incomparable love. It's a good time to be in love, isn't it!"

Ning Xiang pulled Jiang Chenghui's clothes with his hand, and paused a step at the door of his own apartment.

Of course he was reluctant, he was afraid, he was worried about meeting Jiang Chenghui's disgusting gaze.

They haven't officially started their sweet love, and they haven't even kissed enough, and there are hugs, lingering, and longer time.

Of course he hated those.

But he was even more reluctant to make Jiang Chenghui sad.

Losing a lover is a very painful thing. Ning Xiang, who had just lost his father, did not want Jiang Chenghui to feel similar pain because of his cowardice.

This selfish and cowardly rich second generation, a coward who is always careful to stay away from danger, finally wants to be brave for a while.

Even if this kind of bravery is exchanged for bad results, it is not hesitating.

Ning Xiang quickened his pace.

If he didn't speak up soon, he felt that he probably wouldn't have the guts to say it again.

He pushed open the door, opened the drawer, took out the hardcover book that was going to be destroyed, and pushed it to Jiang Chenghui.

Still didn't say a word, just looked at each other.

Jiang Chenghui looked at the notebook in confusion.

"What's this?" he asked. "Your diary?"

Ning Xiang didn't explain, just said: "You read it and then talk about it."

Then, Ning Xiang asked Jiang Chenghui to sit in front of the table, and he himself let go of the hand that was holding Jiang Chenghui's clothes tightly, and sat down on the small sofa next to him.

This position happened to be able to clearly see every expression of Jiang Chenghui.

He must earnestly remember every detail of Jiang Chenghui's face, Ning Xiang thought, in the future, he probably won't have this chance.

He bit his lips hard, resisting the urge to rush out and get the book back, and pressed himself heavily on the sofa, waiting for the verdict.

Sentence for a thief full of lies and deceit.

Jiang Chenghui opened the book suspiciously.

The first page of the book is full of all kinds of flattery and admiration this kid has for him.

"I must hold Boss Jiang's thigh tightly and not waver!" Jiang Chenghui couldn't help laughing when he saw the words bolded in black pen.

This is just Ning Xiang's daily behavior, and it really doesn't make him look like he's dying.

Jiang Chenghui turned to the next page.

There are dates on this page, before they met.

Jiang Chenghui's eyes flicked downwards, and then stopped suddenly.

He quickly raised his head and glanced at Ning Xiang.

Ning Xiang sat on the small sofa, upright and motionless, with his lips pursed tightly, his hands clenched into fists, and tightly pressed against his knees.

Jiang Chenghui lowered his head and continued to look.

This notebook is a mess, it is not written on a daily basis, and it is not organized, except for all kinds of flattering feelings and chaotic short sentences.

Like a prophecy, and it all came true.

My own illness, the birth and development of Collision, and the addition of Chen Xiwei and his younger brother.

Almost every major event was mentioned in the diary before it happened-although it was still submerged under a flowery sycophant.

Jiang Chenghui sighed and put down his notebook: "Is this what you want me to know? Can you foresee the future?"

Ning Xiang looked at Jiang Chenghui with a pale face, trying to read the other party's thoughts.

But no, his mind has long been in a mess, and he can hardly think at all.

"...Yes." Ning Xiang said with difficulty.

"So, you approached me only because you knew that I would be successful in the future?" Jiang Chenghui continued to ask him.

"...Hmm." Ning Xiang replied mechanically.

He finally gave up reading something from Jiang Chenghui's face, but he still looked at the other person's silhouette reluctantly, those lines, contours, and lips that made him nostalgic.

In the future, maybe there will be no chance to get along so close - Ning Xiang thought to himself.

Jiang Chenghui just sighed: "Can you tell me more about it? How did you know?"

Ning Xiang was still sitting there, without any change in body posture, like a robot that has lost all emotion: "From one of my dreams..."

In a chaotic and piecemeal manner, he told the truth about the dream, as well as the idea of ​​hugging his thigh.

"Then now, why did you suddenly tell me this? Is it because of your father's death?" Jiang Chenghui continued to ask, his tone still unchanged.

Ning Xiang's neck finally couldn't help moving.

His eyes also wandered, as if he didn't dare to look into Jiang Chenghui's eyes again, but he couldn't bear to move away from his face.

In the end, he hummed in a low voice as an answer.

"In the dream, your father also died, and you failed to change his fate. Is this the reason for your guilt?" Jiang Chenghui narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Ning Xiang thoughtfully, "No, no So simple."

"Did you know me in your dream?" He continued to ask.

"See, I met once." Ning Xiang's voice became weaker and weaker.

"Just met once? By the way, according to what you said, we may have had conflicts in our dreams." Just relying on Ning Xiang's few words, he quickly deduced the simple outline of the matter.

Ning Xiang actually didn't mention the intersection of the two of them in the dream just now, and now his face turned paler.

"But from the first time we met, I didn't feel the slightest hostility from you, which means that even in your dreams, our conflicts are not worth mentioning," Jiang Chenghui continued to analyze quickly, "And you didn't You didn't intend to tempt me, originally, you just wanted to be my collaborator, or just a subordinate?"

Ning Xiang didn't dare to make a sound.

"The further emotional development is obviously beyond your expectation, but you didn't resist. I'm sure you're not pretending to be anything." Jiang Chenghui stood up and walked towards Ning Xiang step by step, enveloping his whole body in his own shadow.

"So, why did you suddenly tell me all these things? Is there any reason why you have to tell me?" Jiang Chenghui narrowed his eyes, looking down at the young man who had huddled into a ball.

"You said just now that your father died in a car accident in the dream, and this time he fell into the sea. Is there any change in this matter? Or... no change?" He bent down slowly, his face slightly pale. Approaching Ning Xiang.

"What is the reason that made you willing to take the risk of breaking our relationship and tell me all this?" Jiang Chenghui was always gentle and tolerant towards Ning Xiang, but at this time, all those superficial disguises faded away. Do, showing a cold side.

"Say!" He whispered next to Ning Xiang's ear.

Poor Ning Xiang trembled again.

He seemed to be frightened by Jiang Chenghui's series of pressing questions. He opened his mouth, stared blankly, unable to utter a word.

"So, I will be in danger? No, if so, you will definitely tell me, so... you?" Jiang Chenghui seemed to have a storm brewing on his face, "What kind of ending is your dream? You want to push me away completely because of your father's death?"

The only thing Ning Xiang wanted to hide, was easily spun off by this person in just a few minutes, and he couldn't hide it at all.

He just wanted to spread out his shameless cheating and make Jiang Chenghui turn around and leave him.

How did things get to this point?Ning Xiang was a little confused.

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