The ex of the scumbag who was dressed as a black heart lotus [Transmigration Book]

On the way back, Zhou Lang hummed an out-of-tune tune all the way, the corners of his mouth almost raised to the sky.

Su Qingchen looked at his complacent appearance, and couldn't help holding his hand.

As expected, the boy puffed up his cheeks and tried several times to shake off his hand, but all failed.

Then the knee was bent and was kicked by the opponent.

The boy was dissatisfied: "Can't you stay away from me!"

This kick was neither painful nor itchy to Su Qingchen, but he still staggered to his side, and even took the opportunity to kiss the boy's side face.

Zhou Lang immediately wiped the place Su Qingchen kissed in disgust.

Without thinking about it, she kicked towards Su Qingchen's knee again.

Not to mention, the protagonist really deserves to be beaten by this guy!

however……

He can't beat others.

This is heartbreaking.

Su Qingchen accepted it as soon as she saw it, and didn't kiss again this time.

But the hand holding the boy was still tight.

Overhead, the sun is just right.

Zhou Lang's hair glowed golden in the sun.

The tips of his hair jumped and swayed as he walked, in the same good mood as his master.

Su Qingchen pursed her lips and smiled, and scratched Zhou Lang's palm with her fingers: "Revenge, are you happy?"

Zhou Lang snorted and ignored him.

He never thought that his little thoughts could be hidden from the black heart lotus next to him.

It was clearly stated in the novel, this guy clearly knew what the protagonist Gong was trying to do when he approached him, so he pretended not to know anything and let the protagonist Gong move.

But Zhou Lang could also understand.

Although Su Qingchen loves him because of the Gu worm factor, he also hates him at the same time.

No one wants to be subject to Gu worms for the rest of their lives, and they can't even control their emotions.

Love made Su Qingchen pity him and cherish him, while hatred made him let others hurt him.

Love and hate are intertwined, and the contradiction may only be clear to him.

Don't mention anything else, just say that Mu Shan often made things difficult for him when he was not around, and Su Qingchen knew it clearly.

It's just that if he didn't mention it, the other party pretended not to know, and would only stand up to appease him after he was bullied.

But generally speaking, Su Qingchen treated him really well.

Although he turned a blind eye to other people's bullying of him, but it was limited to trivial fights.

For example, choke him, insult him, or assign him some tasks that are a little bit tiring.

However, once it comes to physical contact, Su Qingchen will not let it go easily.

Otherwise, it would be strange for Zhou Lang to be safe and sound until now with his countless fanboys and girls.

The incident of falling into the water a few days ago probably touched Su Qingchen's bottom line, and Zhou Lang added fuel to it, which is why he was so moved and made trouble all the way to the head.

Zhou Lang's good mood lasted until the evening.

When he got up this morning, his illness was completely cured.

That meant he wasn't having nightmares.

Before going to bed, Zhou Lang excitedly rolled several times on the bed before falling into a deep sleep.

Unexpectedly, this sleep was not peaceful.

He dreamed of Su Qingchen.

In the dream, Su Qingchen's eyes looking at him seemed to be soaked in ice, without any trace of tenderness.

He drew out the long sword at his waist, put the tip of the sword against his chest, and stabbed down with the sword.

Zhou Lang sat up abruptly.

Cold sweat soaked the hair on the forehead, sticking to the side of the face in strands.

He clutched his violently beating heart, as if he could still feel the pain of the long sword piercing through his heart.

Outside the window, on the tip of the moon, everything is quiet.

Zhou Lang stared blankly at Yue outside the window, tears streaming down his face unexpectedly.

He didn't even realize he was crying.

Until a hand brushed his face.

Until the warm lips licked away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Only then did he realize that there was another person in the room.

Only then did I realize that I was crying.

He heard the man say: "Xiao Lang, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Then, something covered his lips, and something pried open his jaw.

Zhou Lang let him move in a daze.

It wasn't until the other party's tongue stuck out that he came back to his senses.

He frowned, closed his teeth, and bit the visitor's tongue.

The smell of blood spread in the mouth.

Su Qingchen didn't seem to notice the pain, neither retreating nor avoiding.

The next moment, Zhou Lang kicked him off the bed.

Su Qingchen rolled on the ground pretending to be fake, and then simply sat on the ground.

His exquisite eyebrows and eyes were faintly visible under the silver moonlight, and he said with a smile: "Xiao Lang, I'm here to accompany you."

I don't know if his eyebrows are too gentle, or his voice is too warm.

Zhou Lang's heartbeat accelerated for a moment.

But Sezi has a knife on his head.

Zhou Lang thought of Su Qingchen with a cold expression in his dream, wiped his mouth vigorously, and said fiercely: "Get out!" He pointed in the direction of the door, "Immediately! Immediately!"

Su Qingchen didn't move.

Zhou Lang put on his shoes and got out of bed in anger, and when he came to Su Qingchen, he was about to drag him out.

As soon as his fingers touched the opponent's hand, he grabbed the wrist with his backhand, and the whole person was dragged into the opponent's arms.

Su Qingchen touched Zhou Lang's head, and said in a gentle voice: "Xiao Lang, don't drive me away, I can't sleep alone, and I keep having nightmares."

Zhou Lang hit, kicked, and bit his hands, feet, and mouth together, but he couldn't shake the opponent in the slightest.

I had no choice but to say in a muffled voice: "It's none of my business that you have nightmares, I slept soundly, what if you wake me up by yelling when you have nightmares?"

Su Qingchen bit his ear, hot air gushed out, "Xiao Lang sleeps in my arms, so he won't have nightmares."

Su Qingchen's words were vague.

However, Zhou Lang understood that the person he said 'wouldn't have nightmares' was referring to him, Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang didn't answer, his dark eyes were fixed on Su Qingchen.

After a long time, he laughed mockingly.

Zhou Lang didn't bother to pretend to be with Su Qingchen, he said coldly: "You know that your so-called admiration is false, but you still come to me every day, is it interesting?"

Su Qingchen also smiled back at him.

But it was a tolerant smile.

He patted Zhou Lang's head: "So what if it's false? At least right now, my love is love."

Zhou Lang sneered: "Sooner or later, there will be a day when I don't love you."

"That is also a matter of the future, and has nothing to do with me now."

Zhou Lang: "..."

He took a deep breath, suppressed the boredom in his heart, and said: "Then do you know that I am annoying you. I don't like you coming to my side."

It doesn't matter if you make it up, but you always use your hands.

Su Qingchen nodded without any embarrassment: "I know."

"Then how do you..."

Pressing his index finger against his lips, Su Qingchen said with a smile: "Because I love you, I hope you can fall in love with me too. And if you want to fall in love with me, you must naturally get close to you."

"..."

Zhou Lang felt that Su Qingchen was too shameless.

He couldn't swallow this breath, he bit Su Qingchen's shoulder, and didn't stop until he saw blood.

While Su Qingchen let him bite, she was able to hold his waist and jumped onto the bed.

He wrapped the angry boy in a quilt, held him in his arms, and coaxed him like a child: "Little Lang, go to sleep~" Zhou Lang: "..."

Feeling a fist hitting the cotton made me even more depressed.

He opened his eyes, intending to use actions to make Su Qingchen understand the fact that he would not be able to sleep with him by his side.

But the funny thing is, after a short while, his eyelids disobeyed the command and began to fight.

While thinking about not being able to sleep, she huddled in Su Qingchen's arms, sleeping like a dead dog.

Also fell asleep until dawn.

Waking up in the morning, Zhou Lang glanced at the sun drying his butt, then at Su Qingchen who came in with porridge, feeling so depressed that he wanted to hit the wall.

Su Qingchen didn't seem to see his depression, and put the porridge on the table.

Looking back and smiling, there seems to be a lot of tenderness in the eyes.

"Xiao Lang, eat porridge." He said.

Zhou Langxin said that he would not accept feeding.

However, the porridge is very fragrant, and it is his favorite vegetable and meat porridge.

He thought again: the sky is big and the earth is big, and the food is the biggest, so we can't waste food.

So I reluctantly got out of bed to take a shower, and then...

After eating all the porridge in the bowl, I ordered a new bowl...

After breakfast, Zhou Lang, who felt he had lost face, became even more depressed.

He thought angrily, I can't be the only one depressed.

So after Su Qingchen started practicing, he went to the cold pool.

He intends to disgust Mu Shan, who faces the wall and thinks about his mistakes, and do bad things to get a good mood.

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