After I died, I became the white moonlight of scumbag A's ex-husband

"Mr. Zong, I don't understand what you are talking about."

Zong Ying really couldn't see Gu Zhijin's face clearly, all the muscles in his body were trembling with tension.

No matter what Gu Zhijin said, he just stared at the other person's eyes, and successfully caught the slight tremor of the pupils in the dark.

The crazy speculation in my heart, like a fantasy or a fool's dream, took root and sprouted at this moment.

Zong Ying gritted his teeth, restraining his urge to rush forward: "Gu Zhijin, what is the relationship between you and Hang Jing!"

There was another deafening thunder and lightning, and the hotel's emergency power system was activated.

The lights in the garage came on one by one, the sudden light made Gu Zhijin close his eyes, and Zong Ying's half-step was stopped by the unfamiliar alpha face exposed under the light.

After the retinas got used to the sudden light, Gu Zhijin's trembling pupils hidden in the darkness had long since returned to calm, and his eyes were as indifferent as usual.

He looked really tired, with a slight frown between his brows, as if he was a little impatient.

"Mr. Zong, are you drunk, or were you struck by lightning?"

Gu Zhijin stopped looking at Zong Ying who was frozen in place, and walked around him towards the elevator, "Mr. Zong has already found out the relationship between me and Hang Jing, why bother to ask again?"

"I want you to say it, I want you to say it yourself!"

Zong Ying stretched out his hand to grab Gu Zhijin, the emotions in his eyes struggled and he was at a loss, "Tell me, what is the relationship between Gu Zhijin and Hang Jing! You, you, are you..."

"He saved me..."

Gu Zhijin interrupted Zong Ying's unfinished words.

He didn't expect Zong Ying to be so sensitive, things got a little off the rails, and Zong Ying couldn't let Zong Ying guess randomly any longer.

This uncontrolled development made Gu Zhijin extremely irritable when he was sleepy, his arm trembled, and Zong Ying was thrown away directly.

Zong Ying, who is also at the S rank, can no longer restrain him casually.

Unprepared, Zong Ying, who was thrown away by the sudden force, took two steps back and was stunned.

"He saved me..."

Gu Zhijin repeated his answer, and finally took a last look at Zong Ying who was in a daze, and turned to leave.

Gu Zhijin did not lie.

In the eyes of others, Hang Jing saved Gu Zhijin, but only he knew that it was "Gu Zhijin" who saved Hang Jing.

After waiting for Gu Zhijin to leave for a long time, Zong Ying suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

He suspected that he was really crazy to have such an absurd idea.

How could you think that Gu Zhijin was Hang Jing?

The way Hang Jing looked at him always conveyed the strongest emotion, persistently expressing his joy or sadness, anger or disappointment.

But no matter what mood he was in, those amber eyes were always full of inseparable nostalgia.

As for Gu Zhijin's eyes, the jet-black pupils were always separated by a thick layer of fog, and there was nothing in them.

He sees himself as a stranger, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, and he is not even interested in everything around him.

Not the same at all.

Zong Ying was very annoyed that Gu Zhijin's changes before and after coma had nothing to do with him, and he shouldn't be thinking about it.

Even if Gu Zhijin and Hang Jing have similar handwriting and design styles, it doesn't mean much.

Gu Zhijin is not Hang Jing, not at all like him.

Zong Ying sat back in the car, and the baffle on the back seat created a temporarily closed environment.

As soon as his body relaxed, Zong Ying leaned back on the seat, staring blankly with his hair up.

Shouldn't have come here.

How could he look for traces of Hang Jing on Gu Zhijin's body? How is this different from Yang Yi's behavior of finding a substitute!

This is a betrayal of Hang Jing.

No one can replace Hang Jing.

Zong Ying fell into self-loathing.

He hammered the seat heavily. Originally, he wanted to vent his depression, but when he lowered his head, he found that there was an unusual place on the seat near the door on the other side.

Taking a closer look, it was a not-so-obvious nail mark.

It was scratched and scratched by someone, the mark is very shallow, it has only been left for a short time, and it is estimated that it will not be visible until tomorrow.

It was just such a small nail mark, but Zong Ying stared at it for a long time, until his eyes were swollen, the corners of his eyes were red, and his vision became blurred. Then he slowly stretched out his hand and gently stroked the shallow spot. trace.

Hang Jing has a little habit when he is sleepy, and he may not even know it himself.

Every time when Zong Ying was tossing him until he was exhausted, unconscious, and half asleep, Hang Jing's fingertips would unconsciously draw back and forth, sometimes it was a pillow, sometimes it was a bed sheet, and sometimes it was a bed sheet. Sometimes it will be drawn directly on Zongying's chest or back.

Then leave such a shallow trace, after one night, it disappeared completely.

Zong Ying may be the only person in the world who knows about this little move.

In those three years, he saw it too many times, and it was his little understanding of Hang Jing.

But now, he saw this trace again on the seat where Gu Zhijin sat.

Zong Ying remembered that Gu Zhijin closed his eyes and took a nap along the way, looking very tired.

What should he do?

Handwriting can be copied and style can be imitated, but what about this little habit that even Hang Jing himself doesn't know?

how to explain?

Is it a coincidence?

Are there really so many coincidences?

Zong Ying stroked the familiar traces in front of his eyes, feeling anxious in his heart.

Is he chasing wind and shadows and thinking madly, or should he indulge his intuition, overthrow his 30-year materialistic cognition, and imagine that there are really gods and spirits in this world?

Zong Ying watched the marks on the seat gradually fade away, and made a decision.

Verify again.

When Gu Zhijin returned to the room, without turning on the light, he sat on the sofa alone, spinning the needle pen in his hand between his two fingers.

He knew he was full of loopholes.

He borrowed the identity of "Gu Zhijin", but he didn't completely replace this person in the world.

He couldn't, and he didn't want to.

In his view, everyone is an independent individual, "Gu Zhijin" is gone, but he once existed, and that is a complete life.

He occupies this body, and has no intention of obliterating the past belonging to "Gu Zhijin", nor will he copy and continue the life trajectory of "Gu Zhijin".

No matter how his appearance changes, he is still himself and has his own way to go.

The reason for not rationalizing those loopholes is for Gu Zhiyu.

He is willing to take care of Gu Zhiyu, but he has no right to deprive her of the right to know the truth.

It's just that Gu Zhiyu is still too young now, when she grows up and realizes the problem, the choice is in her own hands.

It is Gu Zhiyu's own decision whether to accept the fact that his real brother is no longer there, or to pretend that he doesn't know anything, and continue to whitewash the peace with Gu Zhijin.

But he didn't expect Zong Ying to notice this and find him for it.

Zong Ying has always been indifferent to people who are not related to him, why did he change his normal behavior this time?

What went wrong?

Gu Zhijin received too much information today, and Gu Zhijin was dizzy and tired.

In the middle of the night when the rain stopped, he got up from the sofa and walked into the bathroom when it was dawn.

By the time Gu Zhijin saw Zong Ying again at the exit of the Beijing Airport in the afternoon, he was exhausted, and he still had the indifference that the mundane world has nothing to do with me.

Zong Ying deliberately checked Gu Zhijin's flight information, and chose another flight 20 minutes earlier than his arrival time, with the purpose of creating a "chance encounter".

They can't be on the same flight, and they have to arrive early, and they can't be too early, otherwise it's hard to guarantee that Gu Zhijin won't find out that he did it on purpose.

Once Gu Zhijin was on guard, his temptation was meaningless.

20 minutes of time difference is just right.

"Mr. Zong..."

Seeing Zong Ying, Gu Zhijin did secretly heighten his vigilance, he was afraid that the other party would ask him something unexpectedly again.

Zong Ying stopped three meters away, nodded lightly, "Designer Gu, do you want to give you a ride?"

Zong Ying acted as if last night's gaffe was just his drunken sleepwalking, and after waking up, Gu Zhijin was just a stranger whom he only met once.

Gu Zhijin's uplifted heart slowly fell, "Don't bother me, I've booked a car."

Zong Ying seemed to be just being polite, but Gu Zhijin declined, and he didn't insist anymore.

The two walked towards the garage one after the other, but they walked together for a few minutes. Gu Zhijin was thinking about other things, and didn't notice that Zong Ying, who was walking in front of him, slowed down when he was about to reach the entrance of the garage. to his back.

There was a slope at the entrance, and Gu Zhijin saw Xu You from a distance.

As Zong Ying's assistant, it's normal to come to pick up the plane, but when Gu Zhijin saw Xu You holding a little boy carved in pink and jade, he stopped abruptly.

He heard his brain explode "buzzing", the brain nerves were ruptured, all the brain cells died, leaving a blank.

Gu Zhijin guessed the boy's identity as soon as he saw him.

He knew that with his current situation, he should not know Xu You, let alone who that boy was.

There are so many people coming and going at the airport, it is normal for a strange woman to appear with a child.

Zong Ying was right next to him, and he had already become suspicious. At this time, he should pretend that he didn't see anything, walk over openly, and then leave without looking sideways.

But Gu Zhijin couldn't do it.

The blood in his whole body was almost evacuated at this moment, his breathing was suffocated, and his heart was constricted into a ball due to lack of blood, which made him almost unable to stand still, his body was numb, and he could not move at all.

"Ha! Ah Ah!"

When Zong Xi saw Zong Ying, he babbled and yelled, while walking forward with two short legs and arms open.

Zong Xi, who had just learned to walk, walked unsteadily and wobbled, his whole body was tightly wrapped in a white cloak, and his small fleshy face was like a round glutinous rice dumpling.

In the empty garage, the childish laughter shook Gu Zhijin's heart sorely.

The whole world faded in front of his eyes at this moment, and the eardrums blocked all the noise, and only Zong Xi who was walking towards him was in front of his eyes, and only that childish laughter remained in his ears.

Zong Ying stood behind Gu Zhijin with complicated and unpredictable eyes.

He informed Xu You last night that he would bring Zong Xi to pick him up today. This was the last time he would test Gu Zhijin.

If Gu Zhijin is Hang Jing, his behavior is undoubtedly despicable, but he can't think of any other way.

And when Gu Zhijin's uncontrollable trembling of his hands and the tense muscles of his whole body could be seen through his clothes, it fell into Zong Ying's eyes, and the answer was what he wanted.

He was almost sure, but just when he wanted to step forward, Zong Ying found that his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move.

he's scared, he's scared

Back from the dead, is it possible?

Does such absurd thing really exist?

What if it was really just a coincidence?

He repeated in his heart to affirm his intuitive judgment over and over again, but his reason still dragged him, forcing him to calm down.

Once this step is taken, there is no turning back.

If it turns out that he was just thinking wildly in the end, it means that he was bewitched by Gu Zhijin and betrayed Hang Jing.

Zongying was still in the battle between heaven and man. At this time, someone screamed behind him, and a suitcase slid down the landslide. The suitcase should be very heavy, and the acceleration of gravity made it go downhill very fast.

The suitcase rushed straight in the direction of Zong Xi, Zong Ying reacted quickly, and was about to intercept it, but Gu Zhijin was faster than him.

The slender alpha moved vigorously, stretched his long legs, bent down and half squatted, and tightly protected Zong Xi, who was just above knee height, in his arms.

Zong Ying was stunned for a moment, and his movements were slow for a second. The suitcase hit Gu Zhijin's back, rubbed against his arm, and was bounced far away.

"Are you scared?"

Gu Zhijin didn't feel any pain at all, he hugged Zong Xi in his arms, his voice was almost choked up, "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid..."

Gu Zhijin could only see Zong Xi, but did not notice that the back of his neck was scratched by the trolley of the suitcase, and the scent of camellia floated out along with the little blood oozing from the broken skin wound.

Zong Xi stared at the big amber eyes, looking up at the stranger who suddenly rushed over to hug him, not too scared.

He sniffed and smelled a familiar scent, which he could often smell at his father's place.Zong Xi is learning pronunciation, this is the first time he uttered a word clearly, he sniffed again, confirmed that it is his favorite fragrance, and smiled broadly: "papa!"

Gu Zhijin's eyes turned red instantly, and his throat choked up, before he had time to react, he was suddenly pulled back by his arm, with too much force and too fast, he couldn't break free for a while.

The body staggered, and before he could stand still, he was hugged from behind again. The next second, Gu Zhijin fell into a warm embrace.

Zong Ying hugged the person in his arms tightly, and buried his head in the back of the white neck, where there were no omega glands, only a wisp of strong alpha pheromone left, which made him uncontrollably want to go crazy.

Zong Ying finally stripped off Gu Zhijin's vest. He didn't just guess based on his intuition. The indirect evidence he grasped, the sudden display of design ability, the highly similar design style, the direct evidence of his habitual small movements and the fact that he saw Zong Xi When the reaction, the last pheromone stone hammer.

Zong Ying had his tickets for the crematorium confiscated before, so he could only rely on Zong Xi to get in for free for children. Others were fighting for their father, but he relied on his son.

It's just a lost horse, it's convenient to unfold the following plot, it won't be reconciled like this, no sugar, only all kinds of controlled knives wholesaled to Zongying...