obedient lover

Zhuo Fan has doubts about his identity. Judging from his current attitude towards himself, he does not regard himself as An Nuo, but as an enemy who deliberately plays him.

Since Zhuo Fan intends to test, it will be of no avail for him to say anything, and he can only continue the matter.

Maybe there is only one way to survive now, and that is to pretend to have a stomachache...

After An Nuo made up his mind, Zhuo Fan raised his hand to pick up the materials he had put on the armrest of the sofa, slowly tore open the seal, and dropped Gu Le's physical examination report at school to the ground.

"Your physical fitness is up to standard, especially your stomach, which is extremely healthy." Zhuo Fan has more reasons to suspect that Gu Le counted him in the first box that day, so he deliberately said that sentence to attract his attention .

An Nuo's body stiffened instantly because of Zhuo Fan's words.

All the information Zhuo Fan found was to prove that he was not An Nuo.

"Why did you stop? Continue." Zhuo Fan impatiently pushed away the man in black who was blocking his view, and ordered.

Upon receiving the instruction, the man in black immediately raised An Nuo's head roughly, squeezed his mouth open, and poured the wine into his mouth again.

An Nuo's eyes were closed tightly, and he struggled hard, but to no avail.

My throat is a little sore from the alcohol that keeps pouring in...

Stupid Zhuo Fan, after checking his identity for a long time, he found out such crap.

Now he dares to treat himself in this way, he deserves to be a widow...

Perhaps it was because the alcohol content was too high. After drinking two bottles, An Nuo's face was already flushed red, and his eyes were so foggy that he could barely open them.

He tried to grit his teeth to keep more alcohol from entering his body, but the men in black who restrained him were clearly trained.

He couldn't break free.

There were more and more empty wine bottles on the ground, and An Nuo's new suit was also covered with red wine that slipped from his mouth.

Facts have proved that Gu Le's stomach is really good, apart from being a little full, he didn't feel any pain.

But his mind was in a mess and he couldn't move anymore.

After filling him with four and a half bottles, Zhuo Fan's goal had been achieved, so he stopped: "Let him go."

The men in black immediately loosened the arms that bound An Nuo's body, and An Nuo's body fell to the ground because of the loss of support.

Zhuo Fan stood up from the sofa, walked in front of An Nuo with bad eyes, raised his foot and kicked An Nuo over, making him face himself.

"Playing with me, right?" Zhuo Fan squatted in front of An Nuo, raised his hand and patted his hot cheek, "Drink me with wine, lie to me, and talk like my sweetheart... What, how much did Li Feng give you? Let you be so willing to work for him?"

An Nuo wanted to avoid the pain Zhuo Fan imposed on his face, arched his body uncomfortably, dizzy, and wanted to vomit...

He didn't know what Zhuo Fan was talking about, his head was in chaos, and the whole room seemed to be spinning.

Everything around him circled around in front of his eyes, making his consciousness blurred.

He raised his hand uncomfortably, trying to grab Zhuo Fan's clothes, but Zhuo Fan opened them violently.

"I know that my only weakness is him, so I deliberately approached me in this way, huh?" Zhuo Fan should have understood that he was too stupid to deceive himself into thinking that the person in front of him was An Nuo after plastic surgery.

After all, when An Nuo was hit at such a high speed, his body was already shattered.

After reading An Nuo's latest diary, he didn't want to face the reality. He even thought that An Nuo deliberately lied to himself, thinking that the person hit was not An Nuo. The approach of happy people.

Who knows, they are all fucking lying to him...

"What did you do to me back then, I'll give it back to you now." Zhuo Fan's face flashed a gloomy look, he stood up, took a few steps back, and left room for the man in black.

The clothes were taken off one by one, and his back was pressed against the cold floor, which made An Nuo frowned uncomfortably.

He reflexively wanted to stop the behavior of the person in front of him, but his slightly opened eyes reflected Zhuo Fan's figure.

one, two, three...

A lot of Zhuo Fan...

He also heard Zhuo Fan's voice just now, which gave An Nuo a wrong message-he mistakenly thought that the person who touched him was Zhuo Fan.

So the movement of struggling slowly subsided, he raised his hand to grab the clothes of the person in front of him, and closed his eyes reassuringly.

The exquisite rhombus lips parted slightly, and there was only one name that he uttered vaguely and repeatedly: "Brother Fan..."

At this time, Zhuo Fan picked up An Nuo's mobile phone from the table, turned and left the box.

He wanted to see what An Nuo and Li Feng were talking about, and whether there were any secrets.

After closing the door, Zhuo Fan pressed Annuo's phone, and the screen displayed that a password was required to unlock it.

He frowned impatiently, and suddenly lost the patience to open the lock.

Leaning against the door and thinking for a while, he accidentally tried the password that came to mind first.

He tried it with sarcasm.

Because no matter how much Gu Le is like An Nuo, he cannot copy the memories belonging to An Nuo.

but……

After entering the six-digit number 121023, the phone was successfully unlocked.

Zhuo Fan's eyes widened in shock.

This is impossible……

Apart from him and An Nuo, how could anyone else remember this day...

Zhuo Fan has too much confusion in his mind now, and he is suddenly unsure again.

I'm not sure who the person in the room is, and I don't know why he looks so similar to An Nuo.

They have countless little habits that are exactly the same, and they have similar temperaments.

He was also able to pinpoint his own room, and even knew where to stand that the bodyguards couldn't see.

He knows that ICONSheene is An Nuo's favorite car, and the speed of drag racing is something he has never dared to try easily...

After Zhuo Fan took a deep breath, he pushed open the door of the box, rushed over and slammed the man who was about to take An Nuo away, and yelled at them: "Get out, get out!"

Immediately afterwards, he pinched the shoulders of An Nuo who was lying on the ground and muttering something in a daze, and shook his body vigorously: "Tell me the fuck, tell me who you are?!"

An Nuo's head was already dizzy, but Zhuo Fan shook his head so much that he almost vomited it out.

"Brother Fan, I feel bad..." An Nuo frowned almost together, he closed his eyes and pushed Zhuo Fan's hand that hurt his shoulder indiscriminately, his breathing became more and more chaotic.

"What did you call me? Who taught you to call me that? What is your relationship with Li Feng?" Zhuo Fan yelled a series of questions at the drunk An Nuo, but none of them entered An Nuo's mind.

In the end, Zhuo Fan stared at An Nuo's flushed face for a while, and slowly let go of his grip.

He hugged An Nuo into his arms, and tried to talk to An Nuo patiently and in a slow tone: "Is your name An Nuo, or Gu Le?"

An Nuo felt the familiar embrace, and his vigilance finally relaxed.

Sleepy……

He wants to sleep.

But Zhuo Fan kept repeating the same question persistently in his ear, as if the noisy voice would not stop if he didn't answer, so he had no choice but to answer two words vaguely: "An Nuo."

Zhuo Fan, who got the answer, looked down at the person in his arms in disbelief, and the arm holding An Nuo couldn't stop trembling.

"What is 121023?" Zhuo Fan stabilized his heart and continued to ask after verifying his identity.

This question was too difficult, and after asking for a long time, An Nuo didn't speak.

So Zhuo Fan thought for a long time, and changed the question: "Annuo likes dandelions or roses?"

An Nuo seemed very interested in this question, and even opened his eyelids slightly. He looked at Zhuo Fan with a pair of watery eyes, and showed a stupid smile: "An Nuo likes dandelions."

Zhuo Fan's eyes turned red immediately: "Has Zhuo Fan hit An Nuo?"

When An Nuo heard this, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitched in grievance, and his brown eyes filled with tears instantly: "Beat it, Zhuo Fan kicked An Nuo many times..."

It was Zhuo Fan who cried harder than An Nuo.

This is obviously his An An...

His Ann is back...

"An'an, have you ever loved Zhuo Fan?"

When asked here, Zhuo Fan's voice was too trembling to hear the original sound.

He raised his hand and carefully wiped the tears off An Nuo's face, holding the other's face almost reverently, which was not at all similar to before, but his palms were trembling.

An Nuo blinked at a very slow speed, nodded seriously, and his sweet voice also had a strong crying voice: "Ai Zhuofan... An An didn't lie to Zhuofan..."

Zhuo Fan got the answer, and couldn't help crying anymore, crying heartbreakingly for all his actions that hurt An Nuo.

He hugged the lover in his arms tightly, letting the tears flow freely.

so bad……

Always teasing myself like this, turning myself around...

I'm such a fucking idiot, I'm so stupid that someone will defile my most precious lover...

"You liar..." Zhuo Fan smiled happily with tears all over his face.

He didn't believe that An Nuo could still lie to him when he was so drunk.

Although he didn't know why An Nuo appeared in front of him with this face, he was [-]% sure that Gu Le was An Nuo.

Zhuo Fan is only now starting to be afraid. If he comes in one step later, he may not be able to forgive himself in this life.

Fortunately, fortunately, his An Nuo loved him enough to set a password with such an obvious hint...

Zhuo Fan gently hugged the man who was almost asleep in his arms, and couldn't help kissing his cheek and body repeatedly.

He dressed An Nuo and took An Nuo out of the box.

When passing by those men in black who almost asked for Anuo, Zhuo Fan gave them a hard look.

The others understood, and after the figures of Zhuo Fan and An Nuo completely disappeared in front of their eyes, they secretly solved them.

Holding the sleeping An Nuo back to his home, Zhuo Fan put him on the bed and fetched a towel to wipe his body.

Every inch of skin was carefully stroked by him, as if he was afraid of breaking it, and his movements were as gentle as if he was wiping a treasure.

An Nuo moved uneasily in his dream, and mumbled "Brother Fan" inarticulately.

Zhuo Fan hurriedly responded: "I am here."

After getting the echo, An Nuo turned over in satisfaction and continued to sleep.

The smile on the corner of Zhuo Fan's mouth could no longer be suppressed.

He climbed onto the bed, wrapped An Nuo in his arms from behind, and pressed his lips against An Nuo's smooth back. While wanting to rub him to the bone, he couldn't bear to hurt him, so he restrained himself from using any force.

Anno is back.

Zhuo Fan, who loved An Nuo so much back then, is also back.

The difference is that the young Zhuo Fan will hold a blade in his hand to suppress his desire.

But today's Zhuo Fan will not.

As for the game, he will continue to play with An Nuo without revealing it until An Nuo is satisfied.

When An Nuo woke up, I don't know how long it would be before I could hug him again.

and so……

Zhuo Fan chanted "I'm sorry An'an, I love you An'an", while eating and wiping people thoroughly from the inside out.

Repeatedly, until dawn.

Even if An Nuo lost his voice from crying, he didn't let him go.