After the housekeeper refilled the tea for me, she went upstairs to clean up. I stayed in the living room to admire a few murals on the wall, which seemed to be of great value, as if they were the work of some famous artist. Although I don't have much artistic energy, I don't know much about this field. But after knowing the Yao family in my previous life, I know that their group has a top art collection auction house. And the role they play in it is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

There was a slight tremor behind me, and I looked back, but there was no one. Only the yellow-ripe maple leaves of the rockery fountain are hidden outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the shadow is shattered with the dissolving stream.

This strange environment of elegance and luxury suddenly became a little paradoxical. The education I received at school the day after tomorrow made me more alert, and I turned back decisively again in less than three seconds.

Yao Xudong? Is that you?

He wears an expensive Emporioarmani suit made from pure virgin wool made in Italy, a double-breasted jacket with lapels, and classic-cut trousers with side pockets and belt loops. His hair was combed into a mature and handsome big back, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, giving people the temperament of an ascetic elite as a whole.

I was amazed at how quickly he could change his outfit, and I couldn't help but look at him twice. "You're too fast for this dress-up show, aren't you? Didn't you just go out? Where can I change my clothes so quickly? ”

The person on the other side was obviously stunned, and instantly regained his composure. Just looked at me with a slight smile and didn't speak.

"Why are you back again?" I continued to ask questions, even though he didn't answer a word. But from the look in his eyes, I knew he was interacting with me.

But I slowly realized that the handsome man in front of me gave me a different feeling, and an unfamiliar smile.

"Come back and see what you're doing." is a very familiar voice, but it is not Yao Xudong's unique voice.

My pupils widened slightly for a moment, and I shook my head incredulously and looked at the person in front of me, trying to find a bigger flaw - trying to find out the difference between him and Yao Xudong. For example, he has a very small cinnabar mole between his eyebrows.

"You're not Yao Xudong?" I took two steps back vigilantly.

The housekeeper and aunt only heard the movement and went downstairs at this time, "Young Master Haonan, is it you?" Are you back? ”

She took a few steps forward, and after confirming it well, she became even more enthusiastic and excited, "The master and the lady are still in the ancestral hall now, and the young master Xudong only went with the front foot, and you will come back with the back foot." I'll give them a call right now......"

"No, I want to surprise them." He was still looking at me: "Who is this?" ”

"Oh, I forgot to introduce it. This is Miss Fang, Young Master Xudong's classmate. He said to me again: "Miss Fang, this is Young Master Haonan, the twin brother of Young Master Xudong. ”

Yao Xudong has twin brothers?! Why haven't you heard him mention it in your past or present life? Such sudden information was difficult for me to digest, and it broke the news barrier that I had built in my two lifetimes. I thought I knew everything about Yao Xudong very well, but when a stranger who looks exactly like your loved one suddenly appears in front of you, that visual impact will make you tongue-piercing, even terrified.

"Xudong will not easily take people home." The man in front of him was elegant and elegant, with a shrewd smile on the corner of his mouth, and a pair of unfathomable eyes under the lenses.

He stepped forward gently, as a gesture of friendliness. And I unconsciously retreated...... I didn't realize why my body couldn't help but tremble and flinch, but the sound was so familiar, I seemed to have heard it somewhere in my previous life.

The images in my mind rushed into my brain like a flood of chaos, and the chaotic fragments smashed into my memory nerves like many, many shards of glass.

In a shattered pain... Sometimes the picture is blurry, sometimes it is clear... Under the moon window, the man's tall and straight back, on the phone, under that order, I was cut in the cheek, one, two, three times..... In the screams,