What if the object of the gift is a paranoid?

Zhou Suyi was obviously already lying on Tang Shixuan's body so weak that he had no strength, but he still tried his best to ask for it.

Tang Shixuan did it for the last time, making up his mind that he can't touch Zhou Suyi again today. He washed Zhou Suyi thoroughly, then pinched the other's face, and said in a pampering voice, "You're a little greedy, Are you trying to squeeze me dry?"

Zhou Suyi shook his head sincerely, "I'm afraid there won't be any in the future..."

Zhou Suyi's careful love had undoubtedly had the greatest impact on Tang Shixuan. Self-blame and guilt exploded like a cannonball at this moment.

He suddenly knelt down on one knee and held Zhou Suyi's hand tightly, "Zhou Suyi, I'm sorry, I just realized now that the person I love has always been you, but because of a name that shouldn't appear, I mistook someone."

Seeing that Zhou Suyi seemed to be somewhat puzzled by his words, Tang Shixuan took the initiative to explain,

"Do you still remember the music party in 12? You were playing the piano in the piano room, and I was watching you secretly from the window,

Since then, I have identified you, but I don't know your name. Later, my brother went to help me find out, and found out the name Li Yanqing by accident... Zhou Suyi, the person I was going to marry, is actually It was you... If I had checked it out myself, maybe there would not have been such a big misunderstanding, sorry..."

This amount of information was too much, even for Zhou Suyi who had acted in even the most outrageous scripts, it was difficult to digest.

Tang Shixuan originally wanted to marry himself from the very beginning, so... Li Yanqing said before leaving, give him everything back, is that what he meant...

Zhou Suyi choked up for a moment, feeling uncomfortable in his heart, thinking that the sudden high tide submerged the top of his head, as if he was about to suffocate, but he still pretended to be fine.

"Things have already happened, and there is no point in finding out who is right or wrong."

Tang Shixuan hugged Zhou Suyi tightly, as if he didn't want to let go for a moment, "Zhou Suyi, I owe you too much, I want to use my whole life to make up for you, can I?"

This sentence is undoubtedly a fatal temptation for Zhou Suyi. He has waited for this sentence for 12 years, and he also knows what a lifetime promise means.

Zhou Suyi nodded, no matter it was true or not, he wanted to give it a try, he would give up after trying, if he didn't even give himself this chance, he might regret it for the rest of his life.

"Thank you for giving me this chance." Tang Shixuan smiled slightly, and tightened his grip on Zhou Suyi.

He Qinian couldn't bear it anymore, Zhou Suyi had been inside with Tang Shixuan for two whole days, he felt as if the high-quality magnolia flowers he had just bought had been scooped up by a pig.

On the morning of the third day, he rushed in and saw the two hugging each other lying on the bed. Looking at their bare arms, they probably didn't have any clothes on them. He Qinian suddenly didn't have the courage to lift the quilt.

Tang Shixuan's expression was not good, he said coldly, "I don't like to be disturbed while sleeping, you may be a good manager, but I hope you can be more polite."

Zhou Suyi was also woken up by the movement, half propped himself up, looked at He Qinian with a puzzled expression, rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Brother Nian?"

He Qinian looked at the large and small hickey marks on Zhou Suyi's chest, and felt ashamed, as if his raised daughter had been ruined.

"I'll give you an hour to pack up and come out, Zhou Suyi, you still have commercials to shoot today."

He Qinian didn't call him Xiaoyi, but called him by his full name, it seems that he should be really angry.

Just as Zhou Suyi was about to say something, He Qinian had already walked out and closed the door with a bang.

Tang Shixuan ignored He Qinian who was going crazy everyday, and patted Zhou Suyi's head, "Do you want to get up?"

Zhou Suyi nodded, and replied, "Yes."

So Tang Shixuan carried Zhou Suyi into the bathroom and took a bath for him. Zhou Suyi wore casual clothes. After washing, Xiaoji's knock on the door sounded in time, and Tang Shixuan let him in.

Xiaoji also brought a bunch of staff, makeup artist, stylist, and hair stylist, and started to help Zhou Suyi.

The ambiguous atmosphere in the room gradually faded from the wind outside the window. While Zhou Suyi was doing styling, Tang Shixuan was also washing and changing clothes. When he came out, Zhou Suyi had already done half of it.

After a hasty breakfast, Zhou Suyi was about to go out surrounded by the staff. Before leaving, Tang Shixuan stopped him and gave him a parting kiss, "Come back early."

Zhou Suyi was so dazed by the kiss that he almost lost his way, so he nodded and left the room.

As dusk approached, the wind rustled the leaves, and the setting sun slanted on the hillside, emitting a light orange light, which slanted into the hall of Zhang Jincheng's villa from the tall French windows.

The house is filled with a tranquility that doesn’t belong here. There are no birdsong around, and the rustling of leaves makes the surroundings even more desolate. The old-fashioned pendulum clock hanging on the wall has also stopped moving. I don’t know how long it has been broken. repaired.

This old-fashioned villa looks like an old-fashioned building in Western Europe in the early 20th century.

Zhang Jinlin was standing at the top of the stairs in white home clothes, with one hand on the handrail, and looked down indifferently. Nothing here has changed, the potted plants at the corner, the tea table with tooth marks, and the beige floor-to-ceiling curtains.

The silver tableware in the cupboard, and the arrangement of tables, chairs and benches are the same as before.

To be honest, Zhang Jinlin didn't like this home. Every time he saw these familiar scenes or even a piece of furniture, it would bring back extremely unpleasant memories for him.

He stood where he was, his eyes became deeper and deeper, as if he saw his former self again...

The glorious Zhang family is considered one of the most prestigious families in City A. Zhang Jincheng's father, Zhang Zeduan, and his mother are well-matched and loving couples who are in love with each other.

At that time, Zhang Zeduan gave almost all his tenderness to his wife Leah. They were a model couple envied by everyone in the business circle.

But the good times didn't last long. After giving birth to Zhang Jincheng, Liya suffered sequelae and became weaker day by day, so the family hired a maid to take care of her. But as time passed, the maid fell in love with the handsome Man of the house.

In the middle of the night when Zhang Zeduan came back from a dinner party, he got drunk, and the maid Ye Caixiang deliberately put on Liya's clothes and had a relationship with Zhang Zeduan.

She was bumped into by Liya the next day. The shocking scene was so powerful that the weak Liya fell into a coma on the spot and never woke up again.

Zhang Jincheng, who was only 4 years old, was left behind. After Li Ya died, Zhang Zeduan almost strangled Ye Caixiang to death, but was stopped by his family.

Zhang Zeduan was furious. Having lost his lover and had nowhere to vent his pain, he took all the blame on Ye Caixiang, and even said that if Jin Cheng was raised, she could die.

He began to become tyrannical, beat and scolded Ye Caixiang wantonly, made her fall asleep on her knees in front of Liya's portrait at night, tortured her in various ways, her belly swelled day by day, but Zhang Zeduan continued to beat and abuse her as if he didn't see it , Zhang Zeduan, who was previously gentle and considerate, has become a very terrifying devil.

But he will leave the last bit of tenderness to Zhang Jincheng.

On a cold winter night, Ye Caixiang gave birth to her child, Zhang Jinlin, in the cold basement where she lived.

But she had a difficult labor, and she was screaming in the basement, in pain, and no one in the family called an ambulance for her.

Zhang Jincheng, who was reading in the room on the second floor, looked at his Aunt Liu suspiciously, and asked her, "Is Aunt Ye sick?"

Aunt Liu couldn't bear it. Young Master Jincheng was so innocent and kind, he didn't even know that the culprit who killed his mother was Ye Caixiang, and he would smile at her. Fortunately, Ye Caixiang treated Jincheng like his own son.

There's no need for such a young child to bear so much hatred, he should grow up healthily, so Aunt Liu suppressed the sad look on her face and explained patiently, "Aunt Ye is giving birth to a younger brother for you so that I can play with you .”

Xiao Jincheng tilted his head, still a little puzzled, "Don't I already have a brother Xiaorui?"

"It's different. Aunt Ye's younger brother is your own younger brother. You should treat him better in the future, you know?"

"Okay! I'll be nice to him!"

After her screams stopped, a baby's crisp cry sounded.

Xiao Jincheng smiled mischievously, "Brother is out! I'm going to see my own brother!" He rushed downstairs without any time for Aunt Liu to react.

The basement of the villa is where the servants live. It is relatively simple and dark. It is obviously a house. The upper part is extremely luxurious and brightly lit. The lower part is like a sewer for mice. There is no heating in winter and no air conditioning in summer.

The contrast was too stark, but Xiao Jincheng didn't know about it. No one in the Zhang family would be willing to go to the basement because the environment inside was too messy, but Xiao Jincheng didn't mind him occasionally He would go to the basement to find Ye Caixiang and tell him stories.

Only at this time, Ye Caixiang would boldly hug him, pat his back lightly, tell him stories, sometimes shed tears while telling him, and apologized to him inexplicably.

After he fell asleep, he gently carried him back to his clean and tidy room upstairs.

Then he went back to his dark and dank basement alone.

Xiao Jincheng stepped into the basement step by step, and smelled a strong smell of blood from afar. He saw Ye Caixiang lying on the ground with blood all over her lower body. The other person's eyes were wide open, and her chest no longer rose and fell. .

"Aunt Ye, where's your brother?"

Just as Xiao Jincheng was about to move forward, Aunt Liu covered her eyes. She watched the shocking scene in front of her and covered her mouth tightly with the other, not knowing whether it was sympathy or feeling that she deserved it.

"Aunt Ye is very tired after giving birth. Aunt Liu will take you to find your younger brother, okay?"

Xiao Jincheng nodded excitedly. As soon as Aunt Liu took Xiao Jincheng out of the basement, he saw outside the glass window that the master was carrying a quilt, and the baby's cry could be faintly heard in the quilt.

Carrying the newborn baby into the snow in winter, Aunt Liu quickly understood the master's intentions. It was crazy, that was his own son!

"It's my younger brother!" Xiao Jincheng broke away from Aunt Liu's hand and chased him out, seeing his father put his younger brother on the snowdrift.

"Father... my brother will be cold." The childish voice sounded in the silent snowy night, perhaps seeing this little face that was very similar to his wife's eyebrows and eyes, Zhang Zeduan's reason was suddenly pulled back, as if he was a wife in heaven It's like specially arranging for his son to come here to stop him.

Seeing his father in a daze, Zhang Jincheng thought he hadn't heard, went up and hugged the little brother, and breathed out on his blushing face.

Then he tugged at the corner of his father's clothes, "Dad, let's go in, it's so cold outside."

Zhang Zeduan nodded, said hello softly, and then returned to the villa with his two sons. Aunt Liu saw that the three of them had returned safely, and her eyes were moist. She looked away and wiped away the tears in her eyes. He turned around and went into the basement, and began to clean up the corpses below.

Call the funeral home and ask them to come and take away Ye Caixiang's body. They cremated her hastily without even holding a funeral.