The Paranoid Short-Lived Bai Yueguang Is Back

The moment Jiang Rong woke up, she vaguely heard the loud sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and there was still a strong feeling of pain in her body. He hurriedly opened the quilt and took a look. His limbs were intact. Those who survive a catastrophe will be blessed later, and they will live a long life! Looking around and looking at the familiar layout, Jiang Rong looked confused. She didn't understand why she appeared on Zhu Ma's bed? He walked out of the room, walked through the long corridor, and opened the doors one after another. Until the end of the corridor, there was a tall man standing in the room, half leaning on the edge of the table, against the light, his eyebrows in the shadows were not clear, and his temperament was cold and indifferent. It's his bamboo horse, Chi Yan. Jiang Rong threw herself into the other person's arms as usual and said happily: "Chi Yan, I finally found you!" He didn't notice Zhuma's stagnant breathing. I didn't even see Zhuma's almost out-of-control gaze. The person in his arms was lively and enthusiastic. Chi Yan tried his best to restrain himself and did not dare to put his hands on the young man's waist. In the dream, every time he reached out to touch, he would pass through the boy's body. * Only then did Jiang Rong find out that he had been dead for ten years. In the years since his death, the world has changed dramatically. That familiar playmate, who was once a poor school sweetheart, has now become an upstart in the business world. His childishness has faded away, leaving only his composure and ruthlessness in strategizing. But Jiang Rong didn't feel the difference. Zhu Ma was still very kind to him, took good care of him, and promised to support him for the rest of his life. Although the life of lying down is very comfortable and beautiful, Jiang Rong does not want to be a rice bug. On the day when he proposed to move out of the villa, Zhuma paused, smiled lightly, and said in the same tone as usual, "Okay." Jiang Rong breathed a sigh of relief. That night, he went to sleep in the cabin he rented, but when he woke up, he returned to the villa. Jiang Rong was lying in a secret room covered with photos of himself, his waist was tightly pinched, and the bamboo horse was licking/playing with his lips wantonly, with a dangerous and ambiguous tone. "Rongrong, did you leave after discovering my secret?" "Rongrong, why don't you obey?" "Rongrong, I want to lock you up..." Small theater After his rebirth, Jiang Rong found that the bamboo horse was particularly sticky to him. He cannot disappear from the bamboo horse's sight for more than ten minutes, otherwise the bamboo horse will look for him anxiously. Even when you take a shower, you have to respond at all times. "Rong Rong, Rong Rong." Jiang Rong, who accidentally fell asleep in the bath because it was too comfortable, was woken up by a shout. He opened his eyes in confusion, "I'm still alive, alive, alive, I'm not dead!" #Who is spreading rumors? I'm dead! # The beautiful and cheerful little Sun was attacked by x after being widowed for many years and becoming paranoid. Intention:.