After the Boyfriend I Fucked to Death Staged the Corpse

[Innocent before and then paranoid male ghost attack × Monster fishing and acceptance from beginning to end] "Fake reunion, with a plot of escape from death, a little bit of coercion, an atypical campus in the early stage and a wealthy family in the later stage." Jiang Chenyue sent her ex-boyfriend away in person nine years ago, and witnessed the man dying with his own eyes, and it was so cold that he saw the man who should have rotted away standing intact at the engagement scene nine years later. Is it a fake corpse? Jiang Chenyue scanned the man's face inch by inch. Perhaps his gaze was too strong. The other person in the crowd glanced over and met his gaze, and smiled at Jiang Chenyue. Jiang Chenyue's scalp was numb. It was really like the last bloody smile that the man showed nine years ago when he was lying in his arms and his body was cold. During the banquet, the man in front of him pretended to stretch out his hand and smiled: "First time meeting, Mr. Jiang, my name is Cyril." "Is this really the first time we met?" When they met again, Cyril was suppressed by Jiang Chenyue. Regardless of the other person's struggle, Jiang Chenyue pinched the other person's chin, his eyes were paranoid and gloomy, and his movements were fierce, "Why do you still have the mark I left on you?" "You called me so affectionately nine years ago, why are you so unfamiliar now?" "Song Nanyang, you took the initiative to send me to my door again. This time, you can't run away." * Song Nanyang, a social beast who was ordered by the organization, had to get close to Jiang Chenyue for the task. Due to the opponent's status, there were many people and it was difficult to take action. In order to relax his vigilance about his target, Song Nanyang began to circle around Jiang Chenyue—— "Has no one ever complimented you on how good-looking you are?" "Are you going to ask me to dance?" "Jiang Chenyue, go skydiving with me." "Young Master, why do you love to blush so much?" Alas, the young master who was taken care of by Zhongxing Pengyue seemed to have no thoughts. He often blushed when he said a few words. In addition, he didn't know if it was his imagination. He felt that the other person's eyes seemed to stay on him longer and longer, as if he was looking at a prey that was about to be caught. Those eyes often made him feel hairy... Song Nanyang sensed something was wrong and wanted to stop the loss in time: "What I want is your sincerity (real heart)." "I do give you my sincerity. Don't you want my sincerity?" The young master usually speaks his mind when doing things, and he doesn't hesitate when his eyes are red. He looks very pitiful. Although... Song Nanyang lowered his eyes and glanced at the dagger that was pressed against his neck... Although his actions had nothing to do with the word. Okay, you hold the knife and you have the final say. In order to save his life, Song Nanyang had to agree to be with Jiang Chenyue, but he knew very well that the relationship between the two was like a kite pulled by a string, flying in the air, and it had entered a countdown from the beginning. The line was broken, and when they parted, facing the other party's inquiry, he smiled nonchalantly: "It's just work, Jiang Chenyue, I have never been tempted." —————— During the days when Song Nanyang was away, Jiang Chenyue would write his name over and over again, and then write his own name on top. ... In fact, the final outcome of the two of them can be seen from their names. The moon always wants the sun to revolve around itself, and it is impossible to do so anywhere. But at that time, I was too conceited and too reckless, always trying to keep the sun. In the end, the sun was shattered into pieces, the scorching light turned into substance, and the cold blood inside spread on his body, leaving him scarred and hurting both sides. Purpose: Cherish life