The love of rebirth of a wealthy family Guan Fengyue

Zarqian Huan.

Hou Jia was put a glass of wine in front of him.Baici's small wine cup, when his master was still alive, he used to drink it for himself.The wine in the glass is clear and transparent, and when it is shaken slightly, there is a lingering aroma of wine.

"Come, come, master Xiao Hou, I respect you." The man held the same cup as Hou Jia's, and the collision of porcelain made a pleasant sound.There was an indescribable meaning in his smile, which spread a layer of ambiguity on his rather tough face, and this soft ambiguity made Hou Jia frown.

Hou Yan's fingers were long and slender, but not greasy.There was a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips, and the skin on the palm of his hand was raised layer by layer, and was roughly torn apart by the owner, eventually forming some mottled wounds, and in some places, new growths could even be seen. tender meat.

Desperate things.

The man looked at Hou Jia's hand and frowned slightly.These hands are extremely beautiful, with well-proportioned flesh and bones, and the nails are like carved crystals, glowing a healthy pink.

It's a pity that the owner obviously doesn't pay attention to maintenance.After being soaked in water for many years, the rough skin on Hou Jia's hands could not be healed.Moreover, the carving knife in his hand left deep and shallow marks on his hands, even the thin layer of calluses could not be removed.

Men have already done it first.But Hou Jia pushed the wine glass away from him.He can't drink alcohol, because alcohol will make people's hands tremble, and he is a jade carver, and his men have walked through millions of jade and emeralds, and there is no room for the slightest mistake.

The man was a little displeased, with a wanton smile on his face, his long arms wrapped around the back of Hou Jia's neck, and abruptly pulled him in front of him.His arm went around Hou Jia's somewhat slender neck, his big hand clasped Hou Jia's chin, and the other hand picked up the wine glass pushed away by Hou Jia.

"What are you afraid of, Master Xiao Hou, if you're a man, don't ink, drink quickly." The man's subordinates moved aggressively, and with the time of speaking, a glass of wine was poured into Hou Jia's stomach.

The alcohol content is not low.Burning into the throat, it turned into a gust of hot air and rushed straight to the top of Hou Jia's head, making his eyes glisten.The man smiled in satisfaction, maintained this movement, and kept pouring another glass of wine into it repeatedly with the other hand.

Swallowing is a subconscious action.Hou Yan, whose jaw was pinched open, could only swallow the drink that had been forced into him.

His occupation is a jade carver.As an abandoned baby, he grew up with his master. The old man has a weird temper. Even his awkward name was found by the old man in the dictionary.However, this seemingly casual old man paid special attention to Hou Jia's carving skills.

Hou Jia's memories of his childhood stay on stones, big and small.He always remembered that the strange old man in his family told him to sculpt, figure out, and sculpt again.In Hou Jia's impression, the stones in his house seemed to be endless.

It wasn't until later that he took over the old man's job for the first time, carving a life-sized jade statue for a rich man, that he realized that the total value of those stone seeds that he had carved and scrapped since he was a child was tens of millions.

After being downed with two glasses of wine, Hou Jia's consciousness was a little drowsy.The man's purposely approaching snorts made him uncomfortable, so Hou Jia walked out of the private room and staggered towards his small yard, holding on to his staggering steps.

The man knew that he was drunk, and he just found it funny to see him holding on.He walked behind him with interest, and as soon as Hou Yan spotted him, the man stopped, keeping a distance of * meters from him, and the man followed him again.

Hou Jia was already a little drunk.But there is still a trace of clarity in his consciousness.In recent years, he has been quite well-known in the sculpture industry. This man came here especially, and asked him to carve a reclining Buddha.Hou Yan never imagined himself to be so noble. A craftsman relies on his craft for a living. If he is invited to sculpt, the price is right, so naturally he doesn't talk too much.

The man sells generously, and the price for asking him to sell is a little higher than the normal price, and he never interferes with his works, allowing him to develop.With these two points, as a jade carver, Hou Jia has nothing to dissatisfy.

However, what made him unhappy was that this man always seemed to be groping him while looking at the jade carvings.Those contacts disappeared in a flash, so specious, Hou Yan almost thought it was his own illusion.

almost.It's a word of regret.

Men naturally would not have thought that Hou Yan, the heir of a master jade carving master and himself a well-known jade carving master, would be an out-and-out... a rotten man who hangs around in various beauty forums.Therefore, no matter how cautious the man's actions were, it touched Hou Jia's rotten straight man's heart.

He secretly compared the muscles of the two sides, and felt that his chrysanthemum was threatened.Then he secretly imagined the man snuggling in his arms with a shy look on his face, Hou Yan shuddered fiercely.There was no psychological pressure, and he firmly classified men into the category of non-association.

At this moment, he was already half-drunk, and the man made it clear that he was drinking alcohol on purpose, so Hou Yan instinctively felt that he must not stay by the man's side, otherwise something terrible would happen.

With only this one thing in his mind, Hou Jia quickened his pace and walked forward regardless.

The footsteps behind him kept coming, and they still followed unhurriedly, as if they had a well-thought-out plan.With the smell of alcohol rising, Hou Yan only felt his heart skip a beat, and ran quickly regardless of what was ahead.

There was a distance of * meters between the man and him, and when he saw a truck speeding up and Hou Yan didn't even have the consciousness to stop at the side of the road, the man felt cold all over his body.He wanted to shout, wanted to run over and pull people away.However, it was too late.His throat seemed to be blocked, and his hands and feet were also weak.

When the screech of the brakes sounded, it was all over.

The last scene Hou Yan saw was the man holding his body that had been crushed into shape by a truck.Perhaps, it should be said that it was a corpse.

Hou Yan looked at it for a long time, and suddenly let out a soft "bah", and said to himself, "This guy is really a gay guy. Fortunately, my master is smart and knows how to avoid him~"

The funny world will never be understood.Before Hou Yan had time to carefully appreciate the inexplicable ecstasy, the world in front of him suddenly darkened.

Hou Yan never thought that he would wake up again.But he did open his eyes.

There was a dim light above his head, and hot and humid water vapor at the end of his nose. The moment Hou Yan raised his hand, he froze.It was not his hand, not his hand that had been wrecked by water and a carving knife.There are deep and shallow marks on his hands, and thin calluses on his fingertips.However, the hands in front of her eyes were white and smooth, and the fingertips were still glowing with pampered pink.

Hou Yan pursed his lips.Why did this old-fashioned drama happen to him?It's hard to tell whether it's a high-probability or low-probability thing like rebirth through time travel, but it really happened to him in such a bloody way.

Hou Yan lay on his back on the cold ground, bit by bit, a moment of clarity was peeled off.Qiang Zi sat up, and he found that he was still wearing a small fresh white shirt.The cuffs were rolled up a little, and the thin skin of the left wrist and the dormant tendons under the skin could be clearly seen.

He used this hand to push away the fog on the mirror. The boy in the mirror looked ten years old, with soft chestnut hair, delicate facial features, red lips and white teeth.Forgive Hou Yan for his lack of adjectives, when he saw the boy's appearance, he only thought of these.

However, Hou Jia couldn't pretend to be literary and fresh.With a smile, the boy's delicate face was completely destroyed. Hou Jia raised his hand and poked the fair skin on his own face, and chuckled softly, "Tsk, little bitch."

At this time, he realized something was wrong.He is not left-handed, as a jade carver, his right hand should be extremely flexible.And like many jade carvers, Hou Jia likes to use his right hand.For jade carvers, this is not a preference, but an instinctive habit.

And since he woke up, Hou Yan suddenly discovered that he hadn't used his right hand yet.Although his head was still a little muddy and his thoughts were messy and blank, Hou Jia knew that there was something wrong with his right hand.

Looking down, the condition of his right hand made him gasp.The skin on the wrist is white and greasy, but it is no longer smooth.A hideous wound lay across his wrist, thick bones could be vaguely seen, and blood gushed out even more.Intentionally letting the blood flow continuously, his wrist was still soaked in the water of the bath.

And the situation at this time, obviously, is that Hou Jia happened to be reborn at the scene of suicide.

The situation was not optimistic. Now that Hou Yan had woken up, he naturally didn't want to die again right away.He stood up from the floor tiles next to the bathtub where he was lying, and his intact left hand supported the edge of the bathtub before he could barely stand still.

He pinched every pocket carefully with his fingers, looking for the phone that the original owner might have left behind.At such a life-threatening moment, Hou Yan actually distracted himself from feeling the touch of his fingertips running across the fabric.He was satisfied with the sensitivity of his fingertips, which was something that was unmatched in their profession.

Finally, in the trouser pocket on the right hand side, Hou Jia found the mobile phone.

Without time to flip through the address book of the original owner, Hou Yan dialed 120.After all, he was not interested in using his own life to test the reliability of the original owner's interpersonal relationship.

Suppressing the huge dizziness, Hou Yan opened the anti-theft door of the apartment, and then, finally unable to hold on, fell helplessly into the darkness beside the door.

Blood flowed all over the place, and the scene was a little shocking.When the medical staff rushed in, they almost thought it was a murder scene and almost called the police.The accompanying head nurse was also very experienced. She saw the wound on Hou Jia's right wrist at a glance, and stopped the little nurse who was chirping to call the police. The head nurse skillfully handled the emergency for Hou Jia.

Then, the group of people carried the unconscious Hou Jia and drove towards the doctor.

When everyone was almost busy, the head nurse picked up Hou Jia's cell phone that had been thrown aside, flipped through it several times, picked out a number named "Brother", and dialed it.

It's not how careful she is or how professional she is, it's just that Hou Jia is in a coma now, but someone always has to pay for the hospital's medical bills.

On the other end of the phone was a man's indifferent voice, who inquired about Hou Jia's situation in detail, and then repeatedly confirmed the location of Hou Jia's hospitalization and rescue.

Seeing the indifferent tone of the man on the phone, the head nurse was about to say a few words such as "The relationship between brothers can't be so indifferent", "Don't care about the younger brother, at least you should care about his life and death", but heard On the other end of the phone, the piercing sound of the engine has already pierced through.

Without saying anything else, the hospital performed a suturing operation on Hou Jia, and after that, he was arranged in a high-grade ward.

It was a minor operation, but because Hou Jia was afraid of pain, he underwent general anesthesia.At this moment, the anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, and Hou Jia was lying on the spacious bed in the VIP ward of the hospital, sleeping quietly.

At this moment, the door was gently pushed open.