The Person Next to My Pillow Is Actually My Lover's Brother

Xiao Mengshu's lover died trying to save her. From then on, she suffered from unbearable grief and suffered from heart disease that was difficult to treat, almost to the point of despair. In order to save his beloved daughter, the Duke of Zhen Guo came to Qiao Yi and begged him to play Xiao Mengshu's dead sweetheart and comfort Xiao Mengshu. When the time came, he would show the unbearable side of his "sweetheart" so that she could let go of the relationship completely. Qiao Yi is the only person in the world who can do this, because Xiao Mengshu's lover who died unexpectedly was his brother, and they looked exactly the same. This matter is not difficult for Qiao Yi. He does not need to imitate his younger brother, because his younger brother has always been imitating him. Gentle, patient, considerate and personable. Qiao Yi agreed with a smile. But I thought in my heart: How ridiculous, there are really idiots in the world who would risk their lives for the sake of illusory love. Later, he played the role of younger brother and fell in love with Xiao Mengshu, and her health gradually improved. She made him a garland, played the piano for him alone, carved their names on a wooden plaque, and tied it to the highest part of the marriage tree. It's all very tacky stuff, but she does everything very well and meticulously. For this reason, he couldn't help but regret it. She looked smart and had a reputation for being talented at a young age. She was supposed to do something great in the future, but instead she fell into the most vulgar love trap and almost died for a man. Feelings are worthless things. Fortunately, she loved his younger brother. If someone loved him the way Xiao Mengshu loved his younger brother, he would really avoid it. At that time, he did not expect that because of this feeling, he would be so jealous day and night that his heart would feel like it was being eroded by poison. —————— The vicious and camouflaged snake finally got what he wanted, a small white flower that blossomed on a cold night. He sits under the tree all day long, speaking sweet words to the flowers, watering them with endless patience and love. He silently asked it to give me a little more attention, affection, and morning dew. But his prayers were of no use. Even his brother, who had died long ago and had only a handful of bones, came back alive. The male protagonist at the beginning: Ridiculous, this woman is a big love brain. Later male protagonist: Sweetheart, I am also a love brain. We are really a match made in heaven. Younger brother? What brother? I don't have a brother. Male protagonist to his brother: Why aren't you dead yet? ? ? Motto: Good intentions are rewarded