Moreover, it is a taste that he is all too familiar with.

……

Impossible.

The dim light and shadow sprinkled on the figure of the young man, and Jing Mian sat in place for a long time, and after another round of singing, he stood up and said that he would go to the toilet under the pretext of going to the toilet.

No way.

He needs to give Mr. a call.

Perhaps it was an unintentional coincidence that gave him too many false hints, but he could no longer be steadfast. But the idea that popped up was so ridiculous that I couldn't believe it.

All he knew was.

Now, immediately, I want to contact Mr. Ren.

You can't wait a second.

When Jingmian's footsteps stopped, he had already come to the end of the corridor, next to the bathroom, and there was no one in the middle of nowhere.

He looked down and found his phone, and the light reflected the boy's face.

The string of numbers that he was obviously familiar with, but at this moment, his hand seemed to be disobedient, Jing Mian pursed his lips and pressed it several times before he could dial it.

……

How can it be.

How could it be.

The breath on his lips was cold, but his heart was inexplicably scorched, and the ice and fire were blended, as if his soul was trembling. Even if there were thousands of possibilities, it would never be the one he suspected at the moment.

A waiting beep rang in my ears.

At this moment, a familiar bell rang out suddenly from behind him.

The boy's figure froze.

The moment the busy signal stopped, it meant that the phone was connected, and Mr. Ren's deep magnetic voice came from the pinna:

"Hey."

The boy's pupils vibrated faintly.

Because this sound doesn't just come from the earpiece,

It's even more ...... From behind.

Jing Mian's eyelashes trembled, and while he raised his eyes, he turned around and made eye contact with Mr. Ren, who was also holding a mobile phone and pulling down his mask.

He looked at his lover and lowered his voice, and slowly opened his lips:

"It's me, Ash."

Chapter 110

Jing Mian stood in place.

Ups and downs, with reverberations.

Everything around seemed to be frozen, the sound of the box was cut off, and Jing Mian heard the sound of his own breathing, vast and slow, and his breath was hot.

My mind went blank.

It took him a long time to get his voice back: "...... How could it be. ”

As soon as I opened my mouth, I found that my throat had become difficult and my voice was hoarse.

"How could it be you?"

The shock that could not be dissolved, At this moment, it subverted everything that was known and thought, Jing Mian forgot to react, only the vibrating gaze traced the cold and handsome outline of the man, and the light-colored pupils coincided with the memory.

Familiar but unfamiliar.

As Mr. Ren approached, the alternating light and shadow crossed the other party's body, the outline was dark, but the face was angular: "There was no other possibility from the beginning. ”

He said softly, "Mianmian, it must be me." ”

"It can only be me."

My heart trembled.

The knuckles were white from clenching the phone.

He's probably the last person in the world to associate Mr. with Ash.

After all, these two people who have nothing to do with each other have influenced his short and long life.

Ash, who had his mask off in front of him to reveal his true face, had a familiar and reassuring smell on his body when he approached, knowing that he liked to drink blueberry juice, and also knew that he was not used to drinking cold beer, and even connected the phone he dialed to his husband in front of him.

There were countless possibilities that surged in my mind, but they were all shattered at this moment.

Even the subconscious negation is blocked from retreat.

The heart is replaced by panic.

The myth of the number one Glory is Ash.

Mr. Established ME.

The gentleman is Ash.

…

I don't know when the screen of the phone has turned off, and suddenly I seem to remember something, When I raised my eyes, the man was already very close to me, Jingmian's fingertips trembled, and asked: "A few months ago, Ash suddenly went online without warning and issued a PK to Greek..."

"It's because of you."

The man lowered his eyelashes, and his voice was faint: "Someone is bullying you." ”

"Ash is the most efficient way to solve the problem."

……

Jing Mian pursed her lips.

Hear your own clamor in a heartbeat.

Sketching out a corner of the past, memories emerge like a jumble of stars, as if everything has become traceable, and the young man's Adam's apple moves slightly: "The person pretending to be Ash met me at the café and ...... that night"

"I'm the one you turn to for help."

Jing Mian didn't ask the next sentence.

Of course, he hadn't forgotten that after that, he and Ash matched a game, and it was his most passionate night, so, even then...

The other party seemed to sense what he was thinking, and whispered, "It's always been me." ”

No more confirmation.

His mind hadn't come out of the storm yet, as if he couldn't connect Mr. Ren to Ash.

"Did you always know about Sheep?"

"Yes."

With his back against the side of the mural, Jing Mian seemed to have regained a little strength, and he noticed that Mr. Ren was wearing clothes he had never seen, in a strange and familiar tone, and the other party said lightly: "Not only do you know, but the cause of contact with Guangyao is also Sheep." ”

Jing Mian's pupils slowly tightened.

The man is saying the most romantic love words in the world in the most contemptuous tone:

"All of Ash's incomprehensible motives are because of Sheep."

The brother who grew up with him, the lover he agreed to marry, the immortal faith that ran through his youth, all of them turned out to be one person.

That is to say-

He's married to Ash?

The young man's forehead slowly burned, and the six gods had no master.

In the corner of the corridor where no one passed, the conversation between the two was hidden in the dim light and shadow, but it was clear.

Jing Mian raised his head and stumbled to ask, "Why haven't you told me all this time?" ”

…

The other party was silent for a few seconds.

It wasn't until Jing Mian thought he wouldn't wait for an answer that he heard the man speak.

"Because I'm not greedy enough."

Under the young man's puzzled gaze, Ren Xingwan opened his lips and said, "I don't just hope you like me. ”

"I hope your first choice is also me."

"I don't want to dictate your answer as Ash." The man lowered his eyes, and this time his voice was a little lower, a little lower: "It's no different from cheating." ”

“……”

Jing Mian's face was surprised.

At this moment, it was as if I suddenly had a clue.

Everything becomes traceable.

So, Mr. kept everything in hiding, until he heard his confession that night in the rental house, and he no longer hid the identity of the game he had always admired.

What if you haven't expressed your heart?

Mr. Ren would keep his vest tight.

……

Jing Mian lowered his head.

He's so cute.

That's a foul, sir.