Slag Gong Revenge Plan [Rebirth]

Chapter 77

Shen Zhuo paused for a moment, snatched from Xu Yi's arms, and asked in a daze, "What's wrong?"

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Because the phone was close, Su Jingcheng finally vaguely heard Shen Zhuo's voice through the receiver.

Gentle, lingering, lazy with tiredness, unique after making love.

His favorite voice ever.

The voice rang in his ears countless times when he dreamed back at midnight, with his own sexy hoarseness and panting, which made him feel that the voice would only exist by his side forever like this.

But now, that voice finally stopped at another person's side through the telephone line, even half of China, and eight hours of time difference.

It was he himself who pushed the person he loved the most to someone else's side.

Shen Zhuo's sleep quality has never been very good. If Xu Yi hadn't tormented him so much today, he would probably have woken up after the phone rang twice.

At this moment, although he was still a little wandering after waking up, the experience of so many years of work almost made Shen Zhuo wake up completely quickly, and then he got out of Xu Yi's arms and sat up straight.

Shen Zhuo glanced at his cell phone in Xu Yi's hand, paused for a moment without asking, rubbed the center of his brows, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you still on the phone so late?"

When Xu Yi saw that Shen Zhuo was finally woken up, he was not very happy after all, and the fact that he secretly called Shen Zhuo's cell phone made him a little flustered. Seeing that Shen Zhuo was about to sit up straight, he hurried over to help him.

Shen Zhuo's waist is not very good, so Xu Yi put a soft pillow behind Shen Zhuo's back after sitting up straight, and then rubbed against his neck before softly saying: "Su Jingcheng insists on looking for you...I don't want to let you He picked you up, so he picked it up for you. Brother Zhuo, don't be angry."

Under the dim night light, Shen Zhuo took a slow look at Xu Yi, as if he was casually looking at him, but also as if he was re-examining the person in front of him from the beginning to the end.

In the end, Shen Zhuo withdrew his gaze, put the phone to his ear, and a voice rang through the receiver: "Su Jingcheng, it's immoral to disturb people's dreams in the middle of the night."

Su Jingcheng was silent for a while, then suddenly said in a daze: "You really did it with him."

——In the dead of night, your ex-boyfriend who has been separated for hundreds of years suddenly expresses his opinion on your current sex/love history.

This is indeed a very ridiculous thing.

At least from Shen Zhuo's point of view.

He didn't have any interest in answering Su Jingcheng's question. To be more precise, although Su Jingcheng and Xu Yi or two had tormented him completely without sleepiness, he was still mentally exhausted, clamoring that he didn't want to use his brain at all.

Shen Zhuo wanted to close his eyes and lie down for a while, even if he couldn't fall asleep.

"Is there anything? There is nothing else to hang up."

Shen Zhuo's voice after waking up seemed extremely cold on the phone line, and also carried a bit of cold alienation, except that it couldn't be compared to the gentleness when he was hazy just now.

"Don't hang up! Shen Zhuo! Don't hang up..." Su Jingcheng clenched the phone in his hand until the phone started to feel hot, then he let go, and said in a pleading voice, "Shen Zhuo, we Let's talk, shall we talk?"

Shen Zhuo squinted his eyes, feeling drowsy, and didn't speak for a while.

"Ah Zhuo, I was wrong, I did a lot of things wrong, I apologize to you. Don't be with Xu Yi, okay?"

"Xu Yi is too young, the entertainment industry is so chaotic, he is not suitable for you. Ah Zhuo, can you come back? I'll pick you up, I'll go to England to pick you up, okay?"

Su Jingcheng seemed to be afraid that Shen Zhuo would hang up the phone in a blink of an eye, and picked up the next sentence almost as soon as the previous sentence was finished.

"Ah Zhuo, it's okay, Ah Zhuo... It's okay to be with Xu Yi, I don't mind, and I won't swear because of this in the future..."

Since his illness, Su Jingcheng has never said so many words.

The blood congestion in his brain has not dissipated. When he was highly concentrated, he only felt that his scalp was as painful as his head, as if being tightly strangled by a thread, which made him restless for a moment.

But he still didn't dare to stop.

It's like once it stops, Shen Zhuo belongs to someone else.

But Su Jingcheng babbled a lot, and he had nothing to say when it came to himself, but the microphone on the other side was still as quiet as ever.

After Shen Zhuo said that sentence, he never spoke again.

The great desperation finally overwhelmed Su Jingcheng completely. He sat alone on the pale hospital bed with a frightened expression like a child.

But Shen Zhuo didn't want to hear these things at all now, he just felt like a ridiculous joke when he heard what Su Jingcheng said from the other end of the phone.

What's even more ridiculous is that Shen Zhuo, a long time ago, had expected Su Jingcheng to say this to him so much.

While thinking, Shen Zhuo leaned his whole body back on the head of the bed to make himself a little more comfortable.

Probably because of getting older, Shen Zhuo found that he could not bear this kind of particularly intense exercise more and more.

He became tired easily and couldn't wake up, but he didn't feel sleepy.

Xu Yi lay on his neck without moving, as if he didn't know how to write the word "hot". Shen Zhuo didn't move after several times, so he could only let him lie down.

In the end, Shen Zhuo sighed softly. He didn't even have the strength to compete with Su Jingcheng. He even lowered his voice in a very tired tone, "It's over? Then I'll hang up."

This time Shen Zhuo hangs up neatly, as if deliberately not giving himself, nor Su Jingcheng any escape route and possibility.

"Ah Zhuo, today is me——

It wasn't until the sound of "di" on the phone was transmitted to the eardrums very clearly that Su Jingcheng seemed to wake up from the huge silence.

He took the phone away from his ear, but still repeated the sentence in a voice so low that it was almost inaudible.

"Shen Zhuo, there are still three hours...November 26th will pass." Su Jingcheng's voice was extremely hoarse, as if a few marks had been scratched by extremely rough sandpaper, and it was hard to heal. old wounds.

In the senior inpatient department of the best city hospital in Beijing, the largest ward suite was silent.

The sky outside the window had already darkened, and the gloomy weather turned gray. Standing beside Su Jingcheng, Lin stood beside Su Jingcheng.

Because he saw his boss' eye circles turned red all of a sudden.

Lin has been recruited by the Su family since graduation, and later directly transferred to the position of the executive officer's special assistant. After working for so many years, he followed Su Jingcheng in the wind and rain.

In Lin's view, Su Jingcheng is the kind of person who would rather bite the bullet than lose face. He never shows weakness, let alone vent his emotions easily.

I've seen too many Su Jingcheng's dashing and suave appearances, and now I see him with injuries all over his body, and it's even troublesome to stand up.

Seeing a 1.8-meter-five tall man sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, the person who clearly wanted him to know was no longer willing to listen to one more word, so he said everything.

More or less, I feel sorry for him.

Lin was originally standing next to Su Jingcheng's hospital bed, so doing everything would be more convenient, and this angle is more convenient because Lin can see all the expressions on Su Jingcheng's face as long as he lowers his head slightly.

It was an expression full of unwillingness, jealousy, anger and sadness.

"Boss, it's time to change the fluid. I'll go out and find the nurse on duty." Lin found the lameest excuse in his panic, and even walked away from Su Jingcheng hastily.

Su Jingcheng didn't look at him, didn't speak, and sat on the edge of the bed as if all his strength had been taken away, without even moving.

Lin walked softly and quickly to the door of the ward, turned around and closed the door.

The sound was very soft, but the door lock of the hospital still made a "click".

Lin stood at the door for a while, he was going to find a nurse later to change the infusion fluid.

There are few people in the inpatient department at night, and the corridors are quiet.

The sound insulation of the door was not very good. Lin waited for a while and was about to go to the nurse's duty room when he heard a very, very depressing sobbing sound from the ward where he had just stayed.

The voice seemed to be swallowed in the throat abruptly, and then rolled out from the heart and lungs, making people feel very uncomfortable listening to it.

It was Su Jingcheng who cried.

The author has something to say: My God. .I don't write hand-written life for a day. .

Tomorrow, the daily update will resume at [-], and it will be updated at [-] o'clock in the evening.It is also possible to update in advance^_^

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Xu Xiaoyi tomorrow. .Settle the matter between him and Shen Zhuo. .

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