The Price of Rebirth [System]

Zhang Chongji's body froze in an instant, and he pushed and pushed the out-of-control man in front of him more and more desperately. At the same time, he also tried to block the entry of his tongue with his teeth. dodge. .

By the time the strong savage force on his lips slowly disappeared, Zhang Zhongji's lips were already slightly red and swollen, and a slight tugging at the corner of his mouth could stimulate the faint pain,

There was a faint silver thread drawn between the lips of the two people, which seemed a bit obscene. Zhang Zhongji blushed and looked at Yuan Ke's gloomy eyes, except for the flickering in his eyes Confidence is joined by palpable disgust.

Almost the second after Yuan Ke left his lips, he raised his hand again without hesitation to shake it, but Yuan Ke grabbed his wrist fiercely in the next second.

"let me go--"

Yuan Ke raised the corners of his lips happily, grabbed his waist with one hand, and pressed it against his arms, rubbed his lip line vaguely with one hand, and smiled softly in his ear: " You think I'm stupid enough to be slapped again? Huh?"

After Zhang Chongji struggled to no avail, he could only stare at him angrily: "Second Young Master, please respect me."

"Respect?" Yuan Ke seemed to have heard something funny, sneered mockingly, clamped his chin, and pressed his fingers hard on the red and swollen lips, "Did you say respect when you were kissed by my elder brother? kindness?"

The rough movement on his lips made Zhang Zhongji hiss in pain, he tilted his head and said softly, "That's different."

"Why is it different? Ah, I forgot." Yuan Ke narrowed his eyes and turned his face to look directly at him again, "You two are lovers, huh?"

"Second young master, please let me go."

"Let go of you?" Yuan Ke hugged him tightly, lowered his head, squinted his eyes and paused, "So that you can go to Big Brother?"

Zhang Chongji took a deep breath and broke free again without speaking.

Yuan Ke sneered, and his strength in hugging him increased secretly, and the corners of his lips curled up watching him struggling in his arms.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of leather shoes at the door, Zhang Chongji's eyes flickered, and he shouted in a little panic: "Brother Yuan!"

"Kacha——" The door opened, just as Zhang Zhong had expected, it was Yuan Cheng who frowned and pushed the door open with one hand, and the two of them frowned even more when they saw such an ambiguous posture.

Yuan Ke pursed his lips, and seemed to let out an annoyed "tss—" before letting go of Zhang Chongji's arm unwillingly.

As soon as he was released, Zhang Chongji was like a rabbit released by a hunter, and Yuan Cheng's eyes were hurt by his hurried and helpless expression.

Yuan Cheng caught the lover who suddenly ran into his arms, put his hand on his hair to comfort him, raised his eyes and looked at Yuan Ke coldly: "What did you do?"

Yuan Ke hid the ruthless emotion in his eyes, pulled the corners of his lips, and shrugged casually.

Yuan Cheng frowned, pursed his lips tightly around the person in his arms.

The clothes in front of him were tightly grasped by his lover. Although he tried his best to relax, Yuan Cheng could still feel the depression and tension of his lover at this moment.

Yuan Cheng lowered his head, and stroked his lover's cheek with his slender fingers. The warm black eyes that were originally filled with comforting emotions turned into icy coldness after seeing those somewhat red and swollen lips.

Gently lifting Zhang Chongji's chin, Yuan Cheng squinted his eyes and stretched out his hand to caress the red and swollen lips, but Zhang Chongji took a painful cold breath.

"What's going on." After uttering the four cold words, Yuan Cheng exuded a cold and suppressed aura.

Zhang Chongji's body froze, his eyelashes trembled and shrank into Yuan Cheng's arms.

Yuan Cheng pursed his lips coldly, and looked at Yuan Ke's eyes without a trace of turmoil, but his eyes were as cold as ice: "You did it."

It is a declarative sentence with an unquestionable certainty.

Yuan Ke hooked the corners of his lips, glanced meaningfully at the person in Yuan Cheng's arms, and said a word: "Yes."

Yuan Cheng's pupils shrank for a moment, and the breath in his body could freeze in the next second, and there was a vaguely suppressed emotion in his dark eyes.

"Brother Yuan..." Seemingly aware of something wrong with Yuan Cheng, Zhang Zhongji tugged at the corner of his clothes with some unease, "I, I'm fine... Take me back..."

Yuan Cheng lowered his head and glanced at him, Zhang Chongji couldn't help being startled by the wanton storm in his eyes.

"Yuan Da..."

Before the words fell to the ground, Zhang Chongji saw Yuan Cheng stepping in front of Yuan Ke, grabbing his collar with a cold face.

Yuan Ke's eyes flickered, he let Yuan Cheng grab his neckline, raised his eyebrows and said, "What, big brother, do you want to hit me?"

"For a man, beat your own brother? Hmm?"

Yuan Cheng's hand grabbing his collar froze, but the hanging hand was clenched into a fist.

Yuan Ke sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "It's just a kiss, why is my brother here..."

After finishing speaking, Yuan Ke raised his eyes to look at him, and the original mocking words came to an abrupt end after touching the cold storm in Yuan Cheng's raised eyes.

Yuan Cheng's lowered fist loosened, but in the next second he raised it amidst Zhang Chongji's exclamation.

Yuan Ke grunted in pain, covered the side of his face and staggered back a few steps, his black eyes were somewhat surprised: "Brother?!"

"He's mine."

After leaving such a sentence coldly, Yuan Cheng was terribly calm at this moment, as if the man who punched just now was not him.

"Brother Yuan!" Zhang Chongji grabbed the corner of his clothes, glanced at Yuan Ke, with a hint of pleading, "Brother Yuan, I want to go home, can you take me back?"

Yuan Cheng lowered his eyes, stroked Zhang Chongji's head, and said hoarsely after a long silence: "Okay."

Pulling the lover who was a little bit at a loss just now, he walked towards the door. When he closed the door with the handle, Yuan Cheng looked back at Yuan Ke again with a twinkle in his eyes, and said lightly: "...There will be no next time."

The door of the study closed with a bang, Yuan Ke covered his face and leaned against the wall, curling the corners of his lips with a frustrated sarcasm.

Big brother, really good big brother.

Slowly sliding against the wall and sitting on the carpet in the study, Yuan Ke touched his lips with his fingertips.

The warmth of the man's lips seemed to be still there, with a sweet taste of blood.

His... taste.

Raising his head and leaning against the wall to close his eyes, Yuan Ke couldn't help but flash those black eyes with disgust in his mind.

He sneered, and then seemed to be annoyed. He suddenly slammed his fist on the floor, making a lot of noise even under the blanket.

Is it ridiculous?

Now the only person he is tempted to kiss...is the lover of his eldest brother.

The pain in his hand spread to his brain, stimulating Yuan Ke's nerves all the time, and finally he laughed softly.

Yuan Cheng pulled Zhang Chongji down the stairs with his lips tightened, and met the maid Ali at the top of the stairs.

"Young Master, you are back!" Ali came up to him with a smile on her face, and glanced at Zhang Chongji behind her, but her face turned pale when she thought of something, and she pretended to leave Zhang Chongji casually, with a hint of timidity. meaning.

"En." Yuan Cheng responded coldly and waved his hand.

Ali understood what he meant, and closed her mouth knowingly.

Pulling Zhang Chongji's footsteps to a halt, Yuan Ke seemed to think of something again, and opened his lips to stop Ali who was about to turn around.

"and many more."

"Master?"

"Ask Zhang Yan to come over and ask him to take... the pain-relieving plaster."

Ali was stunned for a moment, and although she was puzzled, she still respectfully replied "Yes."

And Zhang Chongji, who was behind Yuan Cheng, heard the words, and his black eyes flashed indistinctly.

The two left the villa holding hands, but there was a silence on the way to the garage.

Yuan Cheng frowned all the time, holding Zhang Chong's hand with great strength, as if he was afraid that he would run away; even so, Yuan Cheng's gaze was always looking straight ahead along the way, and every time Zhang Chongji was caught because of his hand, When I was in pain and wanted to struggle or want to say something, I saw his frown, but I swallowed it again.

At this time, Yuan Cheng seemed to be separated by a thin layer of glass. He could clearly see him, but felt that he was far away from him. He used his own way to stay silent in his world, frowning and silence Not speaking is a way he chooses.

Zhang Chongji thought he would stay silent until he got home, but in the end when he opened the car door, he was hugged fiercely behind Yuan Cheng's Azi.

"Brother Yuan?!" Zhang Chongji was a little surprised, and wanted to turn his head away but was immobilized by his hug.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Yuan Cheng buried himself in his neck, apologizing hoarsely over and over again.

"Brother Yuan..."

"I shouldn't have let you go up alone."

"I shouldn't worry about you getting along with my second brother."

"It's all my fault..." A dull voice came from the neck, and the restraint on the waist tightened secretly, "Xiaojing, forgive me, please?"

"Brother Yuan," Zhang Chongji turned around with great effort, put his hands on Yuan Cheng's cheeks, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his tone was light and friendly, "There is nothing unforgivable, I know Brother Yuan, I understand Brother Yuan , in fact, Big Brother Yuan...is the one who is most sad."

Angry for lovers, heartbroken for biological brothers.

Yuan Cheng softened his eyes, and gently placed a kiss on his eyelid.

"Thank you, Xiaojing."

Thank you for your understanding, thank you for tolerating my brother's presumptuousness.

Zhang Chongji laughed when he heard that, his eyes were curved, and his hidden emotions were filled with awe-inspiring coldness.

It was already midnight when we got home, and we turned on the light button in the living room, and the bright light stung Zhang Zhongji's eyes, he walked half-covered to the sofa, closed his eyes and fell straight down.

so tired.

There was no strength in the whole body, like a person who suddenly lost consciousness, and even felt extremely uncomfortable to breathe.

Gently place your palms over your heart, where the pulse is strong and consistent.

He is still alive, it is impossible to give up.

People's hearts are fleshy, how could he turn a blind eye to Yuan Cheng's words before returning home and Yuan Cheng's care and affection for him before.

It's just that he can't be emotional.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Chongji wiped away the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes stimulated by the light. Under the light, he straightened his arms and opened his palms.

Before his road of revenge, he is destined to be the most ruthless and most ruthless person.

They can be emotional, but what he greets emotionally is the failure of the mission, the memory of his parents' humiliation; he can't take the only chance of rebirth to gamble on a free and easy relationship, and he doesn't dare.

Zhang Chongji once thought about why all this happened to him.

The family was broken up, both parents died, and then came this damn mission of rebirth.

He once thought that this was actually a dream. After waking up, his parents would call him "respecting himself" with a smile on his face. His father would still scold him seriously for not doing his job properly, and his mother would still hand him ugly sweaters that were knit with care.

They are still the well-to-do family; they didn't get rich overnight, they didn't recognize their ancestors, and they didn't have the president Zhang Chongji.

He doesn't want this self, the hypocritical self, the self who wears a mask all the time, the self who is forced to act out one scene after another.

In just a dozen years, he has been polished from an unruly youth to a proud president with a false face all day long, and now he has been reduced to a ridiculous candidate to seduce/seduce men for rebirth.

Does he hate, hate, does he resent, resent.

He hates that God has no eyes, and blames fate for being unfair to him.

It's just that he is very clear that the helplessness he has now is not something he can choose, nor is he able to resist.

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"Come on, come and try the sweater my mother knitted for you. I have learned it for a long time."

"What, it's so ugly, I don't want it."

Mom, I'm kidding, your sweater always fits my figure, can I knit another one when I get home?

"What are you talking about, you stinky boy, your mother has worked so hard to weave, what is she doing at home all day without looking for a job when she grows up!"

Dad, when I go home, I will make you a lot of money and give you and Mom a pension, okay?

Dad, Mom, I miss you so much.

Wait for me to be reborn, wait for me to go home, okay?