Slag Gong Revenge Plan [Rebirth]

Chapter 38

The phone vibrated a few times, Cen Jin saw that he was not asleep, and replied almost instantly: "Why, you don't believe it?"

Shen Zhuo ignored his words, went back to the bedroom with his mobile phone, and stuck himself in the big bed.

Soft, comfortable and filling.

Shen Zhuo sighed in a low voice, and took the phone to look at it, and Cen Jin had indeed sent several photos.

He clicked a few photos to view the original photos. The photos seemed to be taken secretly, and the angles were not very good, but he could barely see the faces of the people in the photos.

One of them is very vague in his memory, but from childhood to seeing these photos, that person's face doesn't seem to have changed much, and he still looks handsome, as if the years have always been kind and left no trace on him .

Shen Zhuo suddenly thought of his mother, the mother who was bent over by life, who could only vent her inner pain by beating him constantly, but still raised him.

This was his childhood, and both of them were gone.

Shen Zhuo wanted to touch a cigarette to smoke, but the cigarette box was empty, he smoked two boxes today, and he felt that he could not smoke any more.I had no choice but to withdraw my hand in a nasty manner, and cast my eyes on the other person in the photo.

That man is familiar to him, he often appears on the list of large-scale evening parties of the headquarter TV station, and at the same time holds an important position in the propaganda department, and has attended many important meetings with the old man of the Su family.

In the photo, the two men were in home clothes, hugging and kissing in the living room, and there were even a few restricted-rated pictures. The third uncle of the Su family buried his head under Shen Fei, while Shen Fei looked up, his face blurred and dazed.

Different from the image they present to other people, the two people in the photo are ambiguous and intimate, like a couple in love.

Shen Zhuo felt some nausea in his heart, so he could only sit up. He retched a few times, but he didn't spit out anything, but he was so sluggish that he couldn't fall asleep.

He finally got up from the bed, opened the drawer to search, and found that the cigarettes were gone, but there were still a few boxes of Camel brand that he occasionally smoked before going to the "Dingcheng", which was cheap and had a strong smell.

Shen Zhuo opened the window, opened a box, and the rising smoke spread along the window, finally calming him down gradually.

He imported all the photos into the computer for backup, and together with the recent accounts of Su's headquarters sent to him by Qi Yuanyang, he fabricated a nonsense story about Su's third uncle forcing Shen Fei to death.

After changing the virtual IP address, under the faint light, Shen Zhuo put all these things on the most commonly used portal forum by the whole people.

There have never been a lot of entertainment media lurking in the portal forums, and gossip is exciting. Even after the dead of night, many night owls quickly upvoted the posts.

In an instant, the number of replies to the post just posted broke five pages. Shen Zhuo closed the webpage and voted for the same thing to the public reporting mailbox.

It is true that the gnat may shake the tree, but if it shakes slowly, one day the sky of the Su family will collapse.

He is patient and can afford to wait.

After doing all this, Shen Zhuo switched back the IP address, turned off the computer, lay back on the bed, and finally felt sleepy.

Half awake and half asleep, Shen Zhuo dreamed of that tomb again.

Different from the current season, Shen Zhuo's dream this time is winter.

It snowed heavily.

He was still fixed in one position, unable to move.

The layout of the mausoleum has not changed, the distance between each tombstone is very long, and the road is still lined with very tall and straight pines and cypresses.

At this time, there was a thick layer of snow on the branches, and new snowflakes were gradually falling from the sky.

The expensive place behind has money to hire cleaning staff to clean it every day. In this snowy weather, the cleaning staff does not rest. They put on raincoats, hold tools, and constantly clean off the new snowflakes that fell on the tombstones. , and then wipe the platform in front of the tombstone with a clean cloth.

The task of sweeping snow is relatively heavy. There are a few cleaners working together this day. The snow in the capital is terribly cold. They rubbed their red hands and occasionally chatted in low voices.

As if afraid of disturbing the sleep of the dead.

Shen Zhuo's tombstone was also covered with a lot of snow, so thick that the words on it could hardly be read clearly.They swept over in a row, and it was going to be his turn soon.

Knowing that he couldn't get out of here, Shen Zhuo simply waited patiently for those people to come to sweep the snow for him, and thought hard about what it would be like to wave a small brush around his body.

But Shen Zhuo still didn't experience the snow removal service of the cleaning staff, and when he saw the tomb that was about to belong to him, Shen Zhuo heard a very familiar voice.

There was still a bit of panting in that voice, as if he had rushed back from a long distance, his breath was uneven, and he was eager: "Don't touch him!"

It was really a very familiar voice, the two separated and reunited for so long, Shen Zhuo could hear it even with his eyes closed.

It's Su Jingcheng.

Shen Zhuo couldn't move, so he tried his best to look there with his peripheral vision.

It was still the same person in memory, he was wearing a gray windbreaker, and walked quickly, without a smile on his face, looking at the cleaning staff as if he had been robbed of his wife.

He has lost a lot of weight, his face is pale, and his clothes seem to be wrapped around his body, making him look taller and more aggressive.

Su Jingcheng held a black umbrella in his hand, but didn't open it. He walked quickly from the heavy snow, and the snowflakes covered his shoulders and landed on his long eyelashes and hair, making him look extraordinarily Vicissitudes.

"You... don't touch him."

Seeing that Su Jingcheng closed his eyes, Shen Zhuo said it again in a low voice, then he turned around and nodded to the staff, and finally said completely: "I'll clean it up for him, you go elsewhere. "

The cleaning staff seemed to know Su Jingcheng. Seeing him coming in person, they walked around Shen Zhuo's monument, greeted Su Jingcheng and said, "Is Mr. Su busy with work recently? I haven't seen you for a while."

Su Jingcheng opened the black umbrella and propped it on Shen Zhuo's stele.

The umbrella surface is very big, covering Shen Zhuo tightly, like a very firm protective circle, not even a single snowflake leaked out.

"I'm not feeling well recently, and I just came out of the hospital." Su Jingcheng's tone seemed very indifferent, and he helped the black umbrella he was holding up again, making it stand upright.

The cleaning staff didn't seem surprised by Su Jingcheng's actions, so they asked him casually, "Mr. Su, do I need some rags and brooms for you? It's snowing heavily, I'm afraid it won't be easy to sweep."

Su Jingcheng bent down, and wiped away the snow that blocked his name on Shen Zhuo's stele with his hands.Hearing this, he turned his head and looked at the staff members with dissatisfaction: "No, you can go elsewhere, I think he likes to be quiet."

The cleaning staff had seen Su Jingcheng's photo in a magazine, and seeing that the person was unhappy, they stopped talking and left in twos and threes.

Only Shen Zhuo and Su Jingcheng were left in front of the stele.

Su Jingcheng stroked the word "Shen Zhuo" on the tombstone, then took out a clean cloth from another paper bag, and wiped off the snow on the tombstone bit by bit.

The touch was too real, Shen Zhuo felt goosebumps all over the floor as he felt being touched.

And I don't know if it's his illusion, Su Jingcheng's hands are almost as warm as his own tombstone.

It's cold and cold, with no popularity at all.

After finally waiting for Su Jingcheng to finish wiping, Shen Zhuo took a deep breath, and before he had time to exhale, he saw Su Jingcheng bowed his head and kissed him very gently on the stele.

"..." If it wasn't for him being unable to move in his dream, he would have shot Su Jingcheng to death.

But Su Jingcheng obviously couldn't understand Shen Zhuo's thoughts, he stood up, touched the tombstone in front of him again, showed a very gentle smile, and said softly as if afraid of scaring Shen Zhuo: "This may also be my last time. I saw snow, but it’s good, I can tell you when I get there.”

"At that time, I picked two adjacent ones, right next to you, and now I can use them. I am very happy."

Su Jingcheng's smile gradually deepened, as if she really felt good, "I sneaked out from the hospital, it's such a cold day, I want to come to accompany you."

Su Jingcheng took out the cigarette case, lit two cigarettes, put one of them in front of Shen Zhuo's tomb, brought the other to his lips, took a puff, and exhaled a smoke ring.

Su Jingcheng narrowed his eyes and smiled to himself.

He thought for a long time, but he still opened his mouth very firmly, with a hint of sternness in his tone, and he seemed very helpless, "I guess you don't want to lie next to me after you die, but there is no way, who said that you will die first between us, The choice is not yet mine."

"Shen Zhuo, I won't let you leave me, even if you die."

These words seemed to break through the barrier of time and space, through the gap of the white jade stele, word by word, passed into Shen Zhuo's ears very clearly.

Shen Zhuo glanced at the stele next to him almost subconsciously, and he could barely read the words on it out of the corner of his eye.

The stele was also covered with snow, and only three words could be seen: Su Jingcheng

Gray words.

Before the person dies, the monument is erected first.

Shen Zhuo shuddered, and finally woke up abruptly from the dream.

He reached out to touch the phone to check the time, only to find that the phone was ringing, and he didn't know whether he was woken up by a dream or by the ringtone of the phone.

Shen Zhuo took the mobile phone from the bedside and found that the caller was Su Jingcheng again.

"..." Mr. Shen, whose life was gloomy by this name, pressed the call button, and said to the other end, "Su Jingcheng, it's 02:30, do you want to go to heaven?!"

There was still a hazy sleepiness in his deep voice, and a little bit of anger from being woken up. His tone was always soft, and he didn't appear sharp even when he got angry.

Su Jingcheng gradually began to realize that he may have been poisoned by a poison called Shen Zhuo. At first, he just felt that the two of them fit together in bed, but later he liked his eyes, then his smile, and then his facial features.

He began to like to hug Shen Zhuo Sleeping, hooking his waist, making him fall into his arms.

It's a pity that Shen Zhuo doesn't like him very much. During repeated rejections, Su Jingcheng felt that her bottom line was getting lower and lower, until she disturbed Shen Zhuo's sleep tonight, and finally annoyed him. Happy as a bad thing.

Su Jingcheng rubbed between his brows and sighed: "Baby, are you bothering again?"

"Boss Su, you have to sleep when you work part-time." Shen Zhuo didn't feel angry at all after being tossed about, "It's okay, I'll hang up."

"Don't hang up!" Su Jingcheng hurriedly stopped her, and said in a low voice, "Okay, it's my fault. I'll be back tomorrow night, come pick me up, okay?"

Shen Zhuo turned over and suddenly remembered what he did before going to sleep, so he could bear his temper and said casually, "Isn't it still a few days away?"

"Something happened at home, and the itinerary has been advanced."

Su Jingcheng's voice was also a little tired, as if he had finally found some free time, he seemed to give some instructions on the other end of the phone, and then continued, "Just to tell you, if the reporter touches the 'Ding Cheng' , you block them all back, if you can’t block them, wait for me to go back and deal with them, don’t worry about it yourself. Do you understand?”

The author has something to say: Shen Zhuo: Don't be a fool...

Su Jingcheng: _(:з」∠)_

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Thank you Piccolo Mushroom Cool Landmine~

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