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

After being discharged from the hospital, Zhou Lang didn't return to school immediately. He rented a one-person apartment near the school. After moving all the things in the dormitory in, he planned to close the door to thank the guests.

"I know it's not fair to you to do this, but my mind is a bit messed up and I need some time to calm down." Zhou Lang stood behind the door with lowered eyes, as if he didn't dare to look into Su Qingchen's eyes, "I... Feel sorry."

The iron anti-theft door closed slowly, Su Qingchen didn't say anything, and looked at Zhou Lang quietly the whole time, without any resentment in her eyes.

After a bang, the door finally closed.

Su Qingchen still stood outside the door, his persistent gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the anti-theft door, and said: "Xiao Lang, you are not wrong."

After saying that, just as Su Qingchen turned around, the closed door creaked and opened again.

Zhou Lang stood at the door of the room, his voice muffled: "I need some time to be quiet."

Su Qingchen didn't turn around, but turned her back to Zhou Lang and said softly "Yes", "I will stay nearby and wait until the day you are willing to come out."

There was no movement behind him, only the sound of Zhou Lang's breathing rising and falling.

Su Qingchen smiled and repeated: "Xiao Lang, you are not wrong."

The voice was soft, but it seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and it hit Zhou Lang's heart heavily.

Seeing that Su Qingchen was about to go downstairs, Zhou Lang sniffed and said in a muffled voice, "I may still need someone to accompany me, brother..."

Halfway through the speech, the body was taken away, and at the same time, the door closed.When Zhou Lang reacted, he was already pressed against the door by Su Qingchen.

Zhou Lang felt the hot breath approaching, and the next moment, Su Qingchen's hot tongue broke into his mouth, and his movements were rare and violent.

For a long time recently, whether it's kissing or sex, Su Qingchen has been too gentle.Zhou Lang hadn't seen such a hostile side of Su Qingchen for a long time, and he didn't know how to react for a while, and was forced out of breath by Su Qingchen.

After finally remembering to push the other party away, Su Qingchen had already backed away, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll be with you."

With a gentle smile, he was completely different from the violent look just now.

Zhou Lang: "..."

Somewhat dumbfounded, Zhou Lang pushed Su Qingchen away, and asked innocently, "Brother, are you angry with me?"

Su Qingchen pretended not to understand: "Why am I angry?" He raised his hand and touched Zhou Lang's face, "How could I be angry with you?"

Zhou Lang: "...well, you're not angry..." No wonder.

He has been dazed for a long time because of Zhou Changsheng's suicide in the past few days, ignoring Su Qingchen.Although he didn't say anything, he must have felt very uncomfortable.However, the matter of appeasement can be postponed for now, Zhou Lang has other things to do right now.

Brushing away Su Qingchen who was standing in front of him, Zhou Lang put on his slippers and walked into the living room.I just moved my luggage out of the dormitory, and I haven't had time to pack it yet.At the moment, the boxes and luggage bags in the living room are piled up one after the other, quite messy.

Zhou Lang did not tidy up immediately, but took out a newly bought copper basin from the kitchen and placed it in the center of the living room.

"I originally thought of saying goodbye to the past by myself, but then I thought about it..." Zhou Lang turned a storage box upside down and poured out all the contents, all kinds of Two- dimensional picture books and peripherals.

All of these things have one thing in common - the surroundings of the characters created by Fleeting Years.

"I thought about it seriously..."

With a flick of his fingertips, a faint blue fire was ignited in the copper basin, and Zhou Lang threw a figurine of a cat-eared lady into the fire.

The next moment, the flames jumped up and devoured the cute and cute cat-eared girl in one gulp.

His eyes stayed on the flame, and when the flame gradually returned to calm, Zhou Lang threw another picture book into it.

The flame jumped up again, devouring the picture book.

"I thought about it very seriously and decided..."

Zhou Lang turned his head to look at Su Qingchen, his pretty face was very seductive in the flames.

He smiled and said, "My brother is willing to accompany me, why should I face it alone?"

Su Qingchen obviously didn't expect Zhou Lang to say such words, and was startled.

Zhou Lang was amused by his reaction, and beckoned him to sit next to him, and said, "There are too many things related to fleeting years. I can't burn them all by myself. If my brother is with me, it will probably be a lot faster."

As he said that, he threw several figures of animal ear girls into the fire.

Su Qingchen was in a great mood when he saw those things burnt to ashes, but asked indifferently on his face: "You have liked Fleeting Years for so many years and collected a lot of limited edition figurines. Don't you think it's a pity to just burn them like this?"

Hand-made peripherals are new words that Su Qingchen has learned in the past few days, because Zhou Lang really likes two-dimensional things, and Su Qingchen has learned a lot of knowledge in this area to suit his liking.

When I was packing things in the dormitory with Zhou Lang before, I found that many of them were hard-earned figures, and most of them were derivatives of characters created in fleeting years.

Su Qingchen didn't like that Zhou Lang paid too much attention to people other than himself, Zhou Lang decided to burn these figurines, which was in line with his wishes.

After getting along for so many years, how could Zhou Lang fail to see what Su Qingchen was thinking?

But he didn't point it out, and continued to follow the other party's mind.

"It's not a pity."

Looking down at the flames scurrying in the copper basin, Zhou Lang's eyes were clear and his expression was calm, "The things related to Zhou Changsheng are destroyed, so it's not worth my pity."

"Even if—" Su Qingchen asked casually, "He died for you?"

Zhou Lang's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to clean up.

He has been a fan of Fleeting Years for many years. In addition to hand-made picture books, sheets, pillows, T-shirts, mugs, sofa backs...everywhere there are characters created by Fleeing Years, laughing or crying or charming.

Usually, Zhou Lang regards these as treasures, and no one will touch them.Now he lit a fire himself, and threw all these things into the fire without hesitation.

"He died for me?" As if hearing something funny, Zhou Lang's sarcasm faded away, and he said: "He thinks I'm guilty and regretful, and I'm not as good as he wished."

A slight smile appeared in Su Qingchen's eyes.

Opposite him, Zhou Lang pursed his lips and paused word by word: "I don't owe him anything."