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Ke Fan's throat moved, and a sentence rolled back in his throat, replaced by this sentence: "How to cooperate."

Jiang Hongyu ran his fingers across his side face in this wilderness: "There is a way for people who cultivate immortals to make great progress without going through wind, knife, frost and sword. If you love me, why don't you try it with me?"

Ke Fan was puzzled: "What method?"

Jiang Hongyu secretly lamented how innocent this little thing is, and at the same time gave birth to a dark desire to completely blacken the white paper: "Shuangxiu, to put it bluntly, is to sleep with me and let me manipulate."

Ke Fan was thin-skinned, and would lose his temper for a long time if he did something harsh on the bed, and Jiang Hongyu would get his chest beat with fists when he said such stupid words occasionally.

But not today, Ke Fan forced a smile on his lips: "Really, if it works, we will do it when we go back."

His reaction was too abnormal, and he said this very calmly.

Jiang Hongyu was very surprised. He held up Ke Fan's hard-working little face and raised it seriously: "Ke Fan, what happened to you today? I didn't ask you there just now, why did you suddenly come here by yourself to the orphanage? Talk to me like that."

Ke Fan resisted the urge to cry: "I want you to recover your strength quickly, and I also want you to remember the past as soon as possible."

He did pass, just a little choked up.

Jiang Hongyu thought that he was afraid that his feelings for him would change when he remembered the past. Ke Fan had a miserable fate since he was a child, so he inevitably felt insecure.

He hugged Ke Fan and gently comforted his back: "It's okay baby, you were the one I loved before, and you're the only one from the beginning to the end, so there's nothing to be afraid of."

Ke Fan buried his face in a place where he could not see, crying heartbreakingly but silently.

It's not me, the person you love is not me.

I'm a thief, but I didn't mean to steal.

With Ke Fan's name and Ke Fan's fate, he got Ke Fan's lover by accident.

Jiang Hongyu loves him so much now because he is Ke Fan.

What if he is not?

When Ke Fan was a child, he fantasized about winning the lottery and becoming a multi-millionaire.

At that time, he was really poor, and the orphanage had no income. Everyone was worried about making a living, so they followed Grandpa Xie to grow vegetables.

He has never bought a lottery ticket in his life, even after earning a salary.He knew that he didn't have that good life.

But Jiang Hongyu threw the big lottery ticket at him in a daze, and he couldn't help but not accept it.He had already squandered most of the bonus, and was suddenly told that it was not his, but someone else's.Not only can you not continue to spend the rest of the bonus, but you also have to return what you spent before.

Ke Fan couldn't accept it, and he didn't want to pay it back either.

It would be great if it was really a lottery ticket. He works hard and pays off his debts, and he will be able to pay it off one day.

But Jiang Hongyu is not a commodity, and after returning it, the money and the goods will be cleared.

The thought of Jiang Hongyu leaving, not being able to touch his face on the pillow next to him every day after waking up, and hugging someone else like this, made him so sad that he couldn't breathe and almost collapsed.

Jiang Hongyu loved Ke Fan so much that he was branded on his chest in his previous life.If he knew that he had found the wrong person, and that the real Ke Fan died of illness at the age of three, wouldn't his heart ache unbearably?

Now that the matter has come to this point, he is still more afraid of Jiang Hongyu being sad.

"Little ancestor, you broke my heart." Jiang Hongyu sighed and dug him out of his arms, and gently wiped the teardrops from the corners of his eyes with his cold fingers, "What happened, honestly Tell me the truth, don't make me worry."

This ghost is too gentle.

Ke Fan's eyes were red and he was cornered.He stared blankly at Jiang Hongyu's anxious frown and worried eyes.

If only mine.

Ke Fan hugged him vigorously, his hands tightly grasping the suit behind Jiang Hongyu's back.

"Baby, do you think that I want to do that with you in order to take advantage of your yang energy?" Jiang Hongyu couldn't get an answer, so he started to guess wildly, "Shuangxiu is different from simply returning yang energy. You match my fate Being close to you can awaken my sealed memory and ability, and you can also get the yang energy that has passed through me. How could I do something harmful to your body. "

When Ke Fan heard this sentence, his heart tightened, and he couldn't help but cry.

He looked at the whiteness of Jiang Hongyu's black hair that became more and more conspicuous these days, and said nervously: "Then what if I'm not, what if I'm not that person?"

Jiang Hongyu asked: "What do you mean you are not that person?"

Ke Fan said: "It's just that you got it wrong. I am not Ke Fan at all, or your Ke Fan in your previous life was not me, but someone else with the same name and surname as me."

Seeing him like this, Jiang Hongyu said, "This is impossible. There is only one Ke Fan who matches my horoscope, and that is you. How could it be different...Why are you crying?"

Ke Fan was desperate, and his last hope was shattered.If there is only one Ke Fan, wouldn't even his fate in this life be wiped out.

He cried and said to Jiang Hongyu: "I am not Ke Fan, I am not the person you are looking for at all. I asked Grandpa Xie just now, and he told me that this name does not belong to me at all, it belongs to a child who died of a heart attack earlier. You go to the underworld to look for him, I'm fine..."

Jiang Hongyu was at a loss when he heard this, what a mess.

But the most important thing right now is obviously to coax the little ancestor well. Although Ke Fan is weak in writing, he is definitely not a weak and crying person.He was able to grit his teeth and resist all the hardships in life, but after meeting Jiang Hongyu, he didn't know what happened, he always felt sensitive and wronged, and wanted to shed tears.

Jiang Hongyu enjoyed it, but seeing Ke Fan crying like this and hiccupping, he couldn't help feeling distressed.

"How could it not be you, only you." He held Ke Fan's hand and kissed him gently, "If you don't feel safe, we won't look for things in your previous life, just live it well. Always be like this, okay?"

Ke Fan wept and shook his head, disheartened: "This life shouldn't be mine, I'm not a thief, I don't want to steal other people's things, woo~"

Jiang Hongyu, one head and two big, simply hugged Ke Fan and went back to the bedroom in an instant.

It is better to come to a familiar place than to talk in the wilderness. Ke Fan opened his eyes and saw his little pillow, rushed over and hugged it and continued to cry sadly.

"I wasn't called Ke Fan in the first place, yours, that Ke Fan is dead." He looked at Jiang Hongyu and confessed, "I changed my name after he died. I didn't, I didn't."

Jiang Hongyu sighed, sat face to face with him on the bed, stretched out his long legs and wrapped him in his arms: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not a fool, can I be wrong?"

Ke Fan twitched: "But, I, yes, no, no..."

Jiang Hongyu straightened his face, wiped away the tears, and another tear trail flowed down, which he wiped away again.During this period, he looked at Ke Fan seriously until he stopped crying and just twitched from time to time.

"Ke Fan, why do you think I like you?"

Ke Fan shook his head, he didn't know.

"Think about it, why do I like you?"

Jiang Hongyu continued to ask. After a few minutes of silence, Ke Fan was fidgeting. He really didn't know.

In his opinion, he has no advantages at all.Although he had reprimanded Jiang Hongyu for not branding him, he seemed to feel more at ease when he revealed the brand of his previous life.

Since it is the fate of past life and present life, it can barely be explained.

He always comforts himself like this.

But now it is impossible to deceive oneself and others, and Ke Fan was tortured again.

Jiang Hongyu looked at his tangled and sad face, and said in a slow tone: "Another question, why do you like me?"