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

The closer to the trial at the mountain gate, the busier Su Qingchen was.

Ever since his reputation spread, Su Qingchen became the face of Tianjimen, and many people who traveled thousands of miles to participate in the mountain gate trials all came for him.

At this juncture, Su Qingchen just does nothing, just sits in the hall and shows his face, which is also a great encouragement to these young disciples.

For this reason, in these days, Su Qingchen went out earlier and came back later.

Early in the morning, after Zhou Lang woke up in a daze, he habitually patted his hands on the other half of the bed, and muttered, "Su Qingchen, what time is it..."

The words got stuck in the middle, the place where Su Qingchen had been lying was already cold, obviously she had been out for a while.

Zhou Lang paused, and opened his eyes after a while.

The dependent and coquettish expressions on his face were no longer there, and there was a slight indifference in his expression.

After spending some time on the bed, Zhou Lang got out of bed after getting dressed, tidied himself up, and plunged into the study.

It is said to be a study room, but there are not too many books on the shelves. On the contrary, various paints and scrolls occupy most of the space in the study room.

Zhou Lang came to the half-drawn painting last night, looked down for a moment, and picked up the pen to add details.

Not long after, Zhou Lang was completely immersed in the world of painting, and it was already noon when the last stroke was finished.

Only after recovering did I realize that my stomach was growling unbearably.

Zhou Lang rubbed his belly, put down his brush and went to the kitchen.

Recently, Su Qingchen is often unable to come back on time because of her busy schedule.

When encountering such a situation, Su Qingchen usually informs in advance, and prepares the next day's meal in the kitchen in advance, uses a special array to keep it fresh, and waits for Zhou Lang to eat it when he is hungry.

It was the same last night, because the boiled fish was greasy and spicy, so Su Qingchen prepared light porridge and steamed buns, with a plate of appetizing pickles.

When Su Qingchen was preparing for these, Zhou Lang watched from the side.

In the past three years, Su Qingchen's name has spread throughout the world of comprehension, and there are many admirers.

Such a character should be a heavenly fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world, and is not disturbed by the mundane world.

Can……

Zhou Lang sighed.

Su Qingchen made soup for him to wash his hands, made steel for him to turn into soft fingers.

Even if he is cold-faced, even if he is pretentious, even if he is domineering, even if he is a villain who does not know how to be grateful in the eyes of everyone, he will still look at him affectionately, call him: "Xiao Lang", and say: "My heart Please."

Who can refuse such a favor?

Zhou Lang smiled, brought the food to the table, stirred the porridge with a spoon, and took a bite.

Unfortunately, this love is false.

Sooner or later, will...

After the love gu is released, it will turn into hatred for him in an instant...

Zhou Lang clenched his fist.

Due to the excessive force, the handle of the spoon was directly crushed.

The sharp porcelain shards scratched the skin, leaving a small blood hole on it, and a drop of blood spilled out.

Zhou Lang let go of the spoon, licked the blood on his fingertips with the tip of his tongue, his eyes were pale.

He changed the spoon again, and brought another spoonful of porridge to his mouth.

"How is your body recovering?" It was Sang Hua's voice.

Zhou Lang turned his head and saw Sang Hua standing on the kitchen window sill, his pupils narrowed into a vertical line in the sunlight.

"The meridian has been repaired, but the spiritual root is still not good." Zhou Lang replied, then looked away, biting the bun.

The steamed stuffed buns are filled with plain leeks and eggs.

Last night when Su Qingchen was making spicy boiled fish soup, Zhou Lang was sitting on a small bench beside him, with lowered eyebrows, picking leeks one by one.

Halfway through picking, Su Qingchen sat across from him, picked up a small bundle of leeks and started picking.The slender and white fingers moved quickly, picking up a bunch of leeks in two or three strokes.

After washing his hands, Su Qingchen asked: "Do you want some shrimp?"

"No." Zhou Lang replied.

Su Qingchen laughed: "It turns out that Xiao Lang also rejected shrimps, which is really strange."

"Shrimps taste best when they are fried, and it's best to add spicy and spicy, so that the taste will be delicious." Zhou Lang muttered.

Hearing this, Su Qingchen was a little helpless: "You, you obviously can't eat spicy food, why do you like it so much?"

"There are so many reasons? If you like it, you like it." Zhou Lang glanced at Su Qingchen, "It's not that I can't eat spicy food, it's just because you have always forbidden me to eat spicy food, so I can't eat spicy food."

Su Qingchen touched Zhou Lang's head, ignored the second half of his sentence, and said, "Yes, you don't need a reason for your liking spicy food. Because of this, you always act like a baby to me, and my brother keeps barking."

Zhou Lang was silent for a moment, and said aggrievedly: "... Who told you that you wouldn't do it normally, I was forced, okay?"

When Su Qingchen saw Zhou Lang's aggrieved appearance, his heart was easy to soften, so he leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, "Little Lang, good boy, can you call me brother?"

He squeezed Zhou Lang's hand and whispered softly, "Xiao Lang, can you also call me brother on weekdays?"

What is a weekday?

It is when there is no need for Su Qingchen, when there is no need to appease Su Qingchen, and most of the time during the day.

In these 'normal days', Zhou Lang would probably call him by his first name, calling him, "Su Qingchen."

Zhou Lang pulled out his hand and said, "Why do you always like to hear me call you 'brother'? What's so good about the title 'brother'? It's so greasy and crooked, it's so disgusting."

Su Qingchen thought for a while, then shook his head: "No reason, I just like it."

He put Zhou Lang's fingers on his lips and rubbed them lightly. The corner of his eyes fell on Zhou Lang's face, soft and soft, "I like to hear you call my brother."

Zhou Lang pursed his lips, and finally said in a low voice, "Brother."

The smile on the corners of Su Qingchen's mouth hadn't come to a smile, and Zhou Lang said again: "Brother, add more spice to the boiled fish, I want to eat it."

The smile turned into helplessness, Su Qingchen said: "Okay, I'll add more spicy food, and if it's so spicy that you can't eat, don't blame me."

Zhou Lang showed a big smile, and said: "I knew that brother is the best, I like him the most~" Withdrawing his thoughts, Zhou Lang laughed at himself, and said to Sang Hua who jumped on the table: "Su Qingchen, if you have nothing to do, just go If you want me to call you brother, do you think he is strange?"

Sang Hua lay prone on the table, with eight tails dangling behind him, lazily said: "He is a pervert after all~" Zhou Lang nodded: "Yes, Su Qingchen is such a pervert that ordinary people can't understand."

Unexpectedly, Sang Hua made another turning point: "But..."

Zhou Lang was aroused: "But what?"

"Compared to calling them by their full names, calling me brother is probably the best way to show the intimacy between the two of you."

Sang Hua closed her eyes and yawned.

"You have too many perverted tricks to call Su. Except for the full name, the others are 'perverted', 'spicy chicken', 'dog force', 'dogskin plaster' and other unpleasant words... Although I admit that he really You're a pervert, but even if you're a pervert, you probably don't like being called a pervert...More .Although he never cares about these things, he must still like to hear a few good words from you..."

Zhou Lang: "...If he didn't cling to me all day, I wouldn't call him that. I'm easy to talk to."

Sang Hua was noncommittal, "It seems so, but..."

Zhou Lang was puzzled: "But?"

Sang Hua opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on Zhou Lang's face: "But if he doesn't take the initiative to approach you, I'm afraid you will just resist blindly. Although it is caused by love, it is undeniable that he loves you. Loving someone , he will find a way to get close no matter what. So, what's wrong with him trying his best to get close to you who just refuses?"

When Zhou Lang heard this, his pupils constricted and he was speechless.

Sang Hua closed his eyes again, changed another posture and lay down on his stomach, and lazily said: "After all, this is a matter between the two of you. It is inconvenient for me as an outsider to intervene, but as the saying goes, 'The authorities are obsessed, but the bystanders are clear'. I have been watching people around for three years. I have to say, you seem to be always stuck in yourself, obviously your body and instincts are very happy with Su's perverted approach..."

"I do not have."

Zhou Lang interrupted him suddenly, and stated calmly: "I'm not happy. I don't like his approaching. I hate him sticking to me at every turn. I don't like him. I don't."

Sang Hua didn't argue with him, and said, "Yes, you didn't."

He stood up and jumped onto the window sill lightly. He originally wanted to go out directly, but he still couldn't hold back when he was done. He turned around and said, "I really don't know what you are struggling with, what love and hate, it's too complicated." Now, I have a simple mind, I am used to having fun and avoiding difficulties, and I am too lazy to think about those. To you, I only want to say one thing."

He looked into Zhou Lang's eyes, and paused every word: "Anyway, the love gu is harmless, so why not keep it?"

Zhou Lang restrained his expression on his face, and asked with a sneer: "Why not keep the love gu? Don't you think this question is too ridiculous? False love is not joy from the heart. What use do I need him? Su Qing The same is true for Chen, do you think he would be happy to do so?"

He clenched his fist, and his tone became agitated: "Is it worth it? For this false feeling, he even disregarded his own life, is it worth it! As long as he is a rational person, he will think it's not worth it. Su Qingchen is the same. No matter how much you like it, They are resisting intellectually!"

Sang Huamo, after a long time, asked a seemingly irrelevant question: "Can you bear it?"

Zhou Lang took a deep breath, calmed down and said, "What can you bear?"

However, Sang Hua suddenly turned into a human being, and jumped onto the table with lightning speed, approaching Zhou Lang's face: "One day, you will break the love gu as you wish, and Su Qingchen will stop loving you as you wish. ..."

His eyes were very sharp, as if he was about to forget it into Zhou Lang's heart: "You, can you bear it?"

Zhou Lang didn't answer.

After a long time, Sang Hua sighed: "Before you know the answer, wipe your tears."

Turn around and leave.

At this time, Zhou Lang's voice sounded, unusually calm.

He said: "I don't love him, so after the love gu is lifted, it doesn't matter whether Su Qingchen loves me or not."

He repeated: "It doesn't matter whether Su Qingchen loves me or not."