It was not that he had never doubted Chen's real identity, nor that he thought Chen could deliberately lie when he was drunk. It was just that Ivanov was somewhat surprised to hear Chen's subconscious murmur at this situation.

No, not just "somewhat", he was indeed "very very surprised".

The news from Katyusha confirmed that Chen Chang'an, the old fox, had really died and he was sad for this for several nights. But what was the matter now?

Ivanov stopped, reached out and pinched the man's jaw in an attempt to see Chen more clearly.

He even wanted to rub the man's cheek hard to see if he was wearing a leather mask.

"Who are you?"

He lowered his head and kissed the man's moving Adam's apple, much more softly than before.

Chen An, who was obviously immersed in his own world, did not answer the questions that Lu Feng had ever asked and that Ivanov had asked again.

Chen An just kept muttering his brother's name, which made Ivanov feel greatly jealous.

Who was this man? Whoever he was, there was a lot of time to find the answer of this question slowly. But there was an old Chinese saying, "One half-hour of a night in spring is worth a thousand taels." Ivanov agreed with it very much.

The thought that this man might be the old fox made the furry bear, who was so excited, even want to explode like a boiled boiler.

Only one problem was that Chen An unconsciously said other people's names. It was Chang Le at first, and Lu Feng's name later.

It was like that Lu Feng also occupied the man in Ivanov's position before, bringing the man unspeakable craziness and enjoyment.

This made Ivanov mad with jealousy. Now he was Ivanov who owned this man. He was Ivanov!

"Call me by my name! Chen An, call my name! "

"Lu Feng..."

Ivanov was like a mad fur bear, and even the king of beasts in the jungle could not stop his anger.

"No! Not that name! Open your eyes and see who I am. Look at me, An. Call me by my name! "

Chen An felt like he was surrounded by sea water. He could not hear the man's voice or see his face clearly.

"My dear, call me by my name, Ivanov, Ivanov..."