Overlord Husband Secretly Reborn

Chapter 28

Jiang Wenluo found that he had returned to the original house. Song Zhiyuan walked from a long distance just like when he first saw him, but the smile on his face disappeared.He looked devastated, his eyes were black and blue, he looked a little nervous, he just nodded to Jiang Wenluo and said, "Welcome."

Compared with before, he was much haggard, showing the fatigue of a middle-aged man, and even a greeting seemed extremely stiff.

Jiang Wenluo saw the graying of his temples, and the thin lines around his eyes - and now his mind is full of the expression that Wu Qing showed when he was infatuated with this person.

Perhaps it was because he knew that Liang Yaowen was by his side and would protect him when he was in danger, so Jiang Wenluo felt that all his emotions had been emptied, and he only wanted to find out the truth of the incident from this world.

Maybe it was Jiang Wenluo's aesthetic bias. When he looked at this person, he couldn't help but feel puzzled: "Why is Song Zhiyuan worthy of Wu Qing's liking?"

The house reappeared, with the lights in the dark and the curtains all drawn.When Song Zhiyuan opened Jiang Wenluo and led him to the door of the room, he nodded to him: "You can rest in this room."

"I'll make some food, and you guys will come and eat some later."

It was dark inside, Jiang Wenluo couldn't see clearly, so he turned his head and said to him, "Okay."

He went in without turning on the light, and closed the door behind him.

——There was a wave of dampness blowing towards my face.

Jiang Wenluo felt tightness in his chest, and emotions like... "sadness" and "despair" suddenly appeared in his heart, without warning.

These emotions are like stored in a box. When the door is opened, the emotions will surge, which seriously affects his emotions and makes him in a trance.

Jiang Wenluo closed the two curtains, leaving a thin gap between them, enough for him to see out of the window—the roses disappeared, and the one in his hand was the last one, which he carefully placed in his backpack.

Putting his hand on the window sill, Jiang Wenluo touched the water directly.

The room was full of water, and big drops of water rolled down the walls.

Jiang Wenluo's eyes adapted to the darkness, and he stood behind the curtain in a daze.

There was nothing in the room, no quilt, no pillow, and even the wardrobe was empty.

"Compared to the first world, this time... it's as if the person who originally lived in this room has left."

In addition, there are some traces of fighting in the room, there is a small hole hit by something on the wall, and there are a little brown marks on the floor.

There was a stopped watch on the table.

Jiang Wenluo is now very sensitive to these things. He raised his hand to pick it up, looked at it carefully, and saw a time recorded on it—November 29.

"November 29th..." The date was a bit familiar, Jiang Wenluo recalled it for a moment, and confirmed that it was the time of Li Xiaoyu's pregnancy checkup, which was three months pregnant.

And the pointer representing time has stagnated forever at [-]:[-].

When Jiang Wenluo was in a daze, a voice outside suddenly caught his attention.

It was very hasty, rattling, and it was obvious that it was the sound of a woman walking in high heels. Walking from the end of the corridor, she stopped at Jiang Wenluo's door, and knocked the door twice with "bang" and "bang". .

"...Who?" At the same time Jiang Wenluo spoke, a female voice came in from outside the door, soft and cautious, with joy and temptation, "Brother Jiang—?"

After Jiang Wenluo opened the door, he saw Sun Jing.

She has lost a lot of weight, is thin and tall, her clothes seem to be hanging on her body, and her face is painted with makeup.

"Sun Jing," Jiang Wenluo looked at her in surprise, "You are here!"

"Brother Jiang, it's really you!" Sun Jing covered her mouth and breathed a sigh of relief, her voice was crying, and she said repeatedly, "That's great, that's great..."

"I thought you were dead. I really don't know what to do by myself..."

Jiang Wenluo raised his hand to turn on the light, and brought her in. He asked suspiciously, "Why are you here?"

"After the car accident, as soon as I woke up... Song Zhiyuan stood in front of me with a shovel in his hand. I thought I was going to be killed by him, but he didn't seem to remember what happened before. Back here."

She looked around Jiang Wenluo's room, finally saw clearly, and asked in surprise, "Why is your place so damp?"

Jiang Wenluo shrugged: "I don't know, the decoration of the whole house has also changed a lot, obviously more luxurious."

The original wooden floor in the corridor has been replaced with off-white marble, the wardrobe is made of dark solid wood, and there is a huge crystal lamp, which shines with fragmentary lights like diamonds when turned on.

For some reason, the owner's economic conditions have completely changed, and suddenly he got better——

The smell of rice wafted over from outside, the range hood was roaring, the sound of the frying pan was obvious, and the oil was swirling in the pan.

Jiang Wenluo and Sun Jing exchanged glances, walked out of the room with her, and saw Song Zhiyuan standing in the kitchen wearing an apron, holding a spatula in his hand.

The warm light hit him, softening his profile.

The fried dishes were steaming hot, and Song Zhiyuan's forehead was sweating. He took out a black handkerchief from the drawer and wiped his forehead casually.

Very relaxing scene --

If it wasn't for his head being completely on the ceiling.When turning his head, Jiang Wenluo heard the sound of friction between the top of his head and the ceiling.

With a bang, the plate was placed on the table.

Sun Jing shook slightly, and carefully pulled the chair away.

Jiang Wenluo's gaze stayed on the high heels on Sun Jing's feet for a moment, and then took the chopsticks that Song Zhiyuan handed over.

A very simple fried shredded potato topped with finely chopped green onions.Jiang Wenluo ate casually, his whole face wrinkled, but he saw Sun Jing showing a strange expression.

She froze for a moment, and then her expression became dazed. Soon, she looked very happy, and whispered to Song Zhiyuan: "Mr. Song, this is delicious!"

There was still a shovel standing by the door.

Very slowly, Jiang Wenluo felt uneasy, and he gave Sun Jing a strange look.

Only then did he notice that there was a thick piece of paper on top of the refrigerator.

"Mr. Song, what's that?" Jiang Wenluo raised his neck, pretending to be unintentional and pointing his fingers there.

"It's my painting..." Song Zhiyuan showed a flustered expression. After hesitating for a long time, under Jiang Wenluo's firm eyes, he frowned and took the drawing board over and placed it in front of Jiang Wenluo.There was also a paint tray on the painting, the paint inside had solidified, it was knocked off by Song Zhiyuan.

Jiang Wenluo looked away, took the painting with both hands, walked over and turned it over.

It's an oil painting—it's a double portrait.

The two people on the campus have traveled through many years at once, and they are presented in this oil painting with an attitude of aging.

Wu Qing showed two canine teeth, her smile was a bit silly, and she put her hands on her knees obediently, while Song Zhiyuan looked uncomfortable, but there was also a little smile on his face.

The background is red, and the two of them are sitting upright, as if taking a wedding photo, with beaming expressions.

Jiang Wenluo curled up his fingertips, he pondered for a moment, and said to Song Zhiyuan, "Mr. Song, are you and your... lover?"

Song Zhiyuan's expression was dodged, his eyes looked at the shovel, and he firmly denied: "No, it's me and my friend."

That's what he said, but his expression was very complicated, and he added, "He's my best friend. He always likes to make trouble like this. He took a lot of photos with me and asked people to paint us. The sense of boundaries is very low——"

Strangely, when Song Zhiyuan denied it, Jiang Wenluo felt a pain like a needle prick in his heart.

"Really? This painting is really good." Jiang Wenluo put the painting carefully on the easel and said to Song Wensong.

Song Wensong patted the ashes on the painting, and quickly added sadly to Jiang Wenluo: "But he... is actually quite cute, and it is very relaxing to be friends with him. We have known each other for many years. He had no father or mother. At that time He didn't go to college, and his salary was very small after graduation, so I... lived with him."

"He's fine."

"It's just too capricious."

Things like photos and paintings are the things that can highlight emotions the most.Jiang Wenluo looked down at the painting - Wu Qing's eyes were soft and clear, his cheeks were smooth, and Song Zhiyuan in the painting also looked relaxed and stretched.

Behind is a single portrait of Wu Qing.

The style of this picture is more realistic. He is standing under a white magnolia tree. He looks close to thirty, with a thin and slender body.It's just that there was a thick gloomy look between his brows, and he looked ahead sadly.

Jiang Wenluo raised his hand and saw a middle school painted behind him, and a residential building not far away.

Magnolia petals fell on him like feathers.

"Your friend is also very good-looking." Jiang Wenluo said with a smile.

The meal was finished quickly, Jiang Wenluo wasn't very hungry, and stopped eating with only a few chopsticks, but Sun Jing ate a bowl full of rice.Jiang Wenluo watched as she put a lot of shredded potatoes in the bowl and ate them in big mouthfuls. The veins on her hands were obvious because of the force.

Song Zhiyuan next to him was obviously thinking about something, just when Jiang Wenluo was about to pack up the bowl and go back to the room, Song Zhiyuan called him back: "If—"

Jiang Wenluo turned his head, Song Zhiyuan seemed to have made up his mind and said, "If you see him outside, please tell me immediately..."

"Actually he...he's missing, and I've been looking for him."

Jiang Wenluo didn't miss any of his subtle expressions, and nodded in agreement.

It's always raining here, and it doesn't stop, drop by drop, pulling thin lines on the windows.Jiang Wenluo didn't have any appetite, so he went back to the room first. He walked very slowly, but his heart beat fast.

When he put his hand on the doorknob and was about to enter the door, he suddenly turned his head——

Sun Jing who was sitting in the living room turned her head to stare at him.

In the darkness, Jiang Wenluo looked at her.

Sun Jing's expression returned to normal, and she smiled shyly at Jiang Wenluo, the high heels under her feet were as white as new.

Jiang Wenluo said: "I'm going back to my room first, you should go to bed early."

Sun Jing nodded and said yes.

There is no way to sleep in this room, Jiang Wenluo has been sitting on the bed, it is very quiet outside, no one is walking around, everyone seems to be asleep.Jiang Wenluo knew that he couldn't act rashly, and found that no one was looking at him from the cat's eye for a long time, so he went to find the tunnel again, thought for a while before getting in.

There was some wind in his ears, he knelt on the ground, closed his eyes and walked forward, just when he was about to listen to the movement in Song Zhiyuan's room, his heart suddenly "chug" faster.

——Here... it seems that he is not the only breathing sound.

Not far away was a man who was confronting him head-to-head.

The author has something to say: This world will end soon~