The giant LED screen in the square was still playing the photo of the couple. As the picture changed, the light also became stronger and weaker.

Jing Ci held the bouquet of flowers blankly, unable to react for a moment.

Yingjiao didn't care at all as the other people's gazes drifted towards them with a vague look. He cleared his throat and reached out to brush Jing Ci's hair: "The people in front have almost dispersed, let's go."

"Oh." Jing Ci stepped forward and followed him forward mechanically.

After walking a few steps, he passed by the venue where he had just proposed. It was not until the strong light shone brightly on his face that he suddenly came back to his senses.

"How do you..." His ears were a little red and he said awkwardly: "How do you grab this?"

"You have already moved your registered residence to my house, why should I grab a flower for you?" Yingjiao looked down at him and smiled proudly: "Speaking of which, our relationship now is much closer than theirs."

Being closer than just being engaged, isn't that...

Jing Ci pursed his lower lip, and his heart suddenly felt as sweet as drinking honey.

Yingjiao didn't let him hold the bouquet of flowers for too long. After all, Jing Ci was a big boy, so it didn't look good. Only one was left, and the rest were placed in the restaurant where they ate.

After returning home, Jing Ji found an empty mineral water bottle and filled it with water. He inserted the rose into the bottle and placed it on the coffee table in the living room.

Ying Jiao went into the study for a while, and when he came out, he had a photo album in his hand. He sat next to Jing Ci and turned to the first page: "Just choose whichever photo you want."

Jing Ci's eyes lit up and he quickly approached.

The photos are sorted by age, and the first page is a snapshot of him shortly after he was born.

A small ball, the skin is not as red as other newborns, but a little pink. Wearing light blue baby clothes, she is lying on the crib obediently, sleeping quietly with her eyes closed.

Jing Ci's heart melted when he saw it. He liked it so much that he unconsciously stretched out his fingers and touched it.

"Want this?" Yingjiao laughed, pulled out the photo, pushed it to Jing Ci, and turned down the page.

On the second page, Yingjiao is a little bigger. He is sitting on the sofa, holding a building block in his hand, and looking towards the camera. I don't know who has provoked him, but his little brows are wrinkled in dissatisfaction, which is inexplicably cute.

"This..." Jing Ci looked up at Yingjiao in confusion: "I want it too."

Yingjiao squinted his eyes, not knowing what he thought of, and smiled meaningfully: "Okay."

As you flip through the photo album page by page, Yingjiao has grown from a babbling baby to a handsome young boy.

Every photo was beautiful, and Jing Ci liked every one he saw, and in the end he was dazzled by the choices. He was greedy and wanted this one, and he also wanted that one.

"Baby," Yingjiao lazily leaned on the sofa and looked at Jing Ji with raised eyebrows: "I can give it all to you..."

Jing Ci held the photo carefully and waited nervously for his next words.

"What do you give in exchange?"

Jing Ci's throat suddenly felt dry when he thought of the exchange conditions last night.

Yingjiao stroked his white and clean ankles from time to time, and said with a wicked smile: "Go ahead."

"I..." Jing Ci clenched his fists and mentally prepared himself countless times, but he still couldn't say those colorful words.

"That's it." Yingjiao let him go and pretended to be generous: "I won't bully you. This time there is one condition."

Jing Ci felt happy and nodded quickly.

"Call my husband to come and listen."

Jing Ci was stunned, and then his face quickly turned red.

"What are you ashamed of?" Yingjiao held his face with one hand, looked at him calmly, and said sanctimoniously: "We are both registered in the same household register, why can't we let go."

Although what Yingjiao said was indeed correct, this title was still too embarrassing for Jing Ji. He really couldn't speak, so he retorted in a low voice, "The household registration book... According to the household registration book, I am your cousin."

"Okay, Jingshen." Yingjiao grinds his teeth gently: "You have learned to talk back." He picks up the ballpoint pen on the coffee table and lifts Jing Ci's chin: "You have to force me to use some other means?"

"You thought I couldn't do anything to you if I couldn't touch you, didn't you?" Yingjiao smiled and whispered a few words into his ear.

Jing Ci's face suddenly became incredibly hot. He turned his head and stuttered in refusal: "No, no..."

"Should that be called?" Yingjiao touched his lips gently with a pen, his face full of anger: "Otherwise, my conditions may be changed in the next second."

When Jing Ci heard this, he immediately became anxious.

He really wanted those photos engraved with Yingjiao's growth trajectory. His heart was filled with anger, his teeth were gritted, and he nodded bravely.

So that night, Ying Jiao shamelessly relied on the photos of his childhood and listened to the whole thing in one breath.

The next day, Yingjiao wanted to take Jingji out to play. He Zong heard that a shooting club had recently opened not far away. Last time he was in the arcade, Yingjiao could tell that he liked this kind of excitement very much.

He was active, but he didn't expect Jing Ci to be sick.

He was so stupid that he never noticed it. Yingjiao noticed something was wrong when he saw him drinking water all the time. He touched his forehead and took his temperature, and then he discovered it.

"37.9 degrees." Yingjiao put down the thermometer, stood up and said, "Put on your coat, I'll take you to the hospital."

"No need." Jing Ci has always lived a rough life, not to mention it's just a low-grade fever, not a big deal. He said nonchalantly: "There's nothing uncomfortable, it's just a little warm in the nose, that's okay."

"I still have to go take a look." As he spoke, Yingjiao had quickly packed up. He opened the taxi-hailing app and coaxed: "Be obedient, otherwise what if the temperature gets too high?"

"It's okay." Jing Ci took a sip of water and comforted him: "Maybe it's because I haven't had a good rest during this period. Maybe I'll be fine if I take a nap later."

"Why are you so stubborn?" Yingjiao couldn't do anything to him. After thinking about it, he took the ice water from his hand and said, "Stop drinking this, I'll go and heat something up for you."

Jing Ci nodded, and when Yingjiao was about to turn around and go to the kitchen, he suddenly stopped him: "Brother..."

"Huh?" Yingjiao turned around: "What's wrong?"

Jing Ci hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something, but finally swallowed it: "It's okay."

"What's going on?" Yingjiao walked back to him and said softly: "Is there anything else you can't say to me?"

Jing Ci lowered his eyes for a while, then whispered: "Is it true, is your mother dissatisfied with me?"

Yingjiao was dumbfounded: "Baby, what have you been thinking about all day and night?" He had no choice but to sit down next to Jing Ci: "You have good grades and a good personality, but it's not too late for her to like you."

"But," Jing Ci was still worried, and he licked his dry lips: "I am a man..."

"What's wrong with the man?" Yingjiao sneered: "I chased you first. If my mother is angry, she should be angry with me instead of you." He rubbed Jing Ci's head: "Don't think too much, it's just

It’s just a coincidence.”

Yingjiao knew that Jing Ci valued their relationship too much to behave like this, and he felt extremely soft. He smiled with a smile on his lips and deliberately teased: "Didn't Lao Liu ask you to write in the party application last time? Okay, Jingshen.

, they are all probationary party members, what kind of feudal superstition are they doing?"

When Ying Jiao said this, Jing Ci felt a little confused. He smiled sheepishly, and the miscellaneous things in his mind finally dispersed.

"Go to the bedroom and lie down for a while. I'll bring the water to you after it's boiled."

"good."

Jing Ci didn't want to sleep, but he had a fever and his head was already groggy. In addition, he worked too hard some time ago, and his body was still a little exhausted, so he fell asleep soon after he touched the pillow.

Then, he dreamed again.

It's said to be a dream, but it's actually more like watching a movie, except that the consciousness can't wake up.

In the sixth month after he was imprisoned in the system space, when Qiao Anyan imitated him again and again to get closer to Yingjiao, Yingjiao finally discovered the clue.

Compared to the previous dream, he had lost a lot of weight, his facial lines had become sharper, and his eyes were dark and dull. His temperament was extremely suppressed, as if it would explode with the slightest touch.

And Qiao Anyan became that person who didn't know whether to live or die.

Jing Ci had never seen such a side of Yingjiao: ruthless and cold-blooded, as if the Qiao Anyan who was crying and begging for mercy in front of him was not a human being, but a chicken, duck and livestock that could be killed at will.

But he didn't feel scared, only felt distressed.

How could Qiao Anyan, who was full of bones and bones, stand up to Yingjiao's torture? It didn't take long for him to reveal everything -

"It wasn't me...it was the system! It said that as long as I make everything about Jing Ci mine, I can replace him and become the protagonist of this world."

"Now... all that matters now is your feelings."

"Because, because you are another protagonist."

………………

Success is also Qiao Anyan's, and failure is Qiao Anyan's.

The system needed to rely on Qiao Anyan's superiority to collect energy to strengthen itself, so it specially selected a simple-minded person who was easy to manipulate. However, he did not expect that in the end, because of his characteristics, he would easily leak the secret of his existence.

It can't do anything to Yingjiao. There are only two protagonists in the world. It doesn't matter if one dies, but if both die, the whole world will collapse quickly. And as the initiator of the destruction of the world, it will be formatted.

So, this time, Jing Ci finally knew his true origin.

He didn't wear a book, he was originally from this world.

It was Yingjiao who threatened to commit suicide, forcing the system to send him to another world when his death was irreversible.

The system promised Yingjiao that as long as his soul is nourished, it will automatically return.

So Yingjiao relied on that illusory hope and looked forward to it day by day...

Jing Ci felt sour in his heart and suddenly woke up.

What he saw was a mug with a simple design on the bedside table. He reached out and touched it, and found that the cup was warm.

Jing Ci got up and held the cup in his hand, his eyes slowly turning red.

He always thought that lying in the trash can in the cold winter was the most ruthless abandonment in the world. But only now did he understand that it was all the love that a person gave him with all his strength.
Chapter completed!