Slag Gong Revenge Plan [Rebirth]

Chapter 79

"Now in the past, the time should be just right."

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Shen Zhuo has always had a very good temper, and it is rare for him to be straightforward like this.

What's more, it's still against Xu Yi.

After the two got together, Shen Zhuo basically took a step back in everything. After being together for so long, the two of them never even turned red.

And this is the first time that Shen Zhuo directly issued the order to evict the guest.

In the first minute when he heard this sentence, Xu Yi even thought that he didn't hear it clearly. It wasn't until Shen Zhuo turned his back and didn't say a word to him again that he really realized it.

Shen Zhuo really didn't want to continue chatting with him.

This discovery made Xu Yi feel extremely panicked.

"Brother Zhuo..." Xu Yi froze for a while in the position just now, then said in a low voice as cowardly and scared as if he was confessing for the first time, "Brother Zhuo, you don't want me to stay by your side anymore, Yeah?"

Shen Zhuo's back was facing Xu Yi, his figure under the thin quilt was extraordinarily thin, and even the edge of the bed only occupied a small space.

Xu Yi waited for a long time, but did not wait for Shen Zhuo's answer.

After a long time, Xu Yi finally got out of the bed from the other side of the bed, got dressed very quietly, like a migratory bird expelled from the country, ready to leave vulnerable and helpless.

His eyes were red, but he didn't cry like before.

Because Shen Zhuo had absolutely no attempt or thought to turn around and see his tears.

At the moment when he walked to the door, Xu Yi suddenly remembered the script of an urban idol drama that he once sang the opening theme song. When he had nothing to do, he glanced at the script. He still remembers the words.

——When you don’t even care about crying, then stop crying.

He felt very hypocritical at the time, but now he suddenly felt the same.

Xu Yi wiped his eyes, which were dry. He put his hands on the door lock, stood there for a while, and said softly, "Brother Zhuo, then I'm leaving."

Because of the silence, these words were transmitted from one end of the room to Shen Zhuo's ears at the other end.

In fact, Shen Zhuo didn't fall asleep, he didn't even feel sleepy at all, after listening to Xu Yi finished speaking, he got out of bed, got dressed, and walked to the door.

Finally told him to go.

Shen Zhuo suddenly had a very strange feeling, as if a child he had raised since he was a child was finally leaving here and would never come back again.

But he can't stop it, and he shouldn't stop it.

Shen Zhuo closed his eyes, thought for a long time but didn't know which sentence to say as a final farewell.

In the end, he still spoke hastily and very simply: "Be careful on the road, I won't see you off this time."

"Understood," Xu Yi's voice was very low, like a sob squeezed out of his throat, he took a deep breath, and said hoarsely, "Brother Zhuo, take care."

After deliberating for so long before, when it came to the step of leaving, it seemed straightforward and speechless.

When the door lock closed again with a snap, Shen Zhuo lifted the thin quilt in the dark room and sat up again.

Obviously the room is more than 40 square meters, and obviously there is only one person missing, but Shen Zhuo suddenly felt that the room suddenly became much more empty.

But he also felt an indescribable... sense of relaxation again at this moment.

This time he came to the UK in such a hurry, Shen Zhuo didn’t even have time to bring Aimee here, but after Cen Jin came to the UK, he sent Shen Zhuo a Chinese-English mixed-race secretary, capable of decathlon, and also part-time as a makeshift translator .

When Shen Zhuo just stayed in the hotel, the little secretary called and said that he could call him directly if he had any orders.

Originally, Shen Zhuo thought that he was useless, but he didn't expect to have something to ask for so soon.

The call was connected quickly, and Shen Zhuo's mobile phone number should have been stored there in advance. As soon as he answered, he said briskly: "Is this Mr. Shen~? I am the assistant sent by Cen to receive you. Your name is I, Drew, can do it~ Do you have any orders?"

The British gentleman's attitude has been passed down for a hundred years, and even the tone of voice carries a kind of politeness and politeness.

Shen Zhuo has basically never received the influence of foreign cultures, and he suffered from a severe headache, so he got used to it for a long time before he replied slowly on the phone: "Sorry, my English is not very good...your name is Dre, Dre what? ?”

The person at the other end didn't mean to be angry or anxious at all, and even had a smile in his tone: "Noproblem~ Oh, it's okay, Mr. Shen, please call me by my Chinese name~ My name is Tang."

"Don?"

"Yes, this is my father's surname. But he passed away a month before I was born, so I only have a Chinese surname, not a Chinese name." Tang's voice on the other end of the phone was very calm, as if there was no reason for this at all. be affected in any way.

Shen Zhuo rubbed his temples. He seldom did this kind of poking at other people's sore spots before, and he also felt that he would accept the question as soon as it was good. He had never encountered such an embarrassing scene.

After a moment of silence, Shen Zhuo said: "Sorry, I mentioned your sadness."

Who knew that Tang on the other end of the phone didn't feel that way at all, he even comforted Shen Zhuo in turn: "Mr. Sorry and sorry."

Now that everyone has said this, of course Shen Zhuo will not continue to entangle on this issue. While rubbing the center of his brows and temples, feeling the more tired and more severe pain, he said softly: "That's right, I just arrived here Come on, I am not familiar with the pharmacy here, I would like to ask you to bring me some medicine for headache relief and bring it to the hotel, I wonder if it is ok?"

"Oh my god! Mr. Shen, are you uncomfortable!"

Tang's tone suddenly became frizzy and flustered as if he had stepped on a hornet's nest, and he hurriedly shouted on the other end of the phone, "Mr. Shen, do you have a headache? Is there any other discomfort! I'll ask Cen to arrange a doctor for you right away." Don't be afraid! We will be with you!"

"..." Shen Zhuo was so frightened by Tang's tone that his scalp broke into a cold sweat. He twitched the corners of his mouth and said speechlessly, "I'm not terminally ill yet."

——Can you not be so anxious as if you are about to make funeral arrangements.

"Huh——" Tang panted heavily, as if he was running all the way just now, he paused for a few seconds, and then said to the phone, "Mr. It takes a long time to make an appointment!"

Shen Zhuo felt tired listening to his panting, he sat up straight, stretched out his hand to take out the cigarette case from the pocket of his trousers that had fallen on the ground, and smoked another cigarette from the case.

After igniting it, he held it to his lips and sucked it, then Shen Zhuo leaned loosely on the head of the bed, looked at the curling smoke, and said unhurriedly: "I didn't say to go to the hospital, just bring me some medicine--"

"Mr. Shen! Open the door! I'm outside your door! I can't get in without a card!"

Before the phone hung up, a young voice rang from the other end of the phone with vigor and vitality.

It seemed that at the same time, someone rang in from the door of the hotel room.

Shen Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, not even noticing that the soot fell on his fingers.

The door was knocked lightly, Shen Zhuo ended his dazed time, got out of bed, walked barefoot to the door of the room, and asked with a little doubt and hesitation: "Tang?"

"It's me, Mr. Shen! Open the door! Let's go see the doctor!"

Shen Zhuo didn't like Tang's suggestion of insisting on seeing a doctor, but out of politeness, he took the cigarette from his lips and held it between his fingers, and then opened the door.

The person standing at the door is very young.

It is indeed an obvious Chinese-English mixed race, with black hair and a pair of blue eyes.

At this moment, those blue eyes like the Aegean Sea stared at the cigarette in Shen Zhuo's hand full of puzzlement and accusation: "Why are you still smoking when you feel uncomfortable!? Get rid of it, my car is still parked below! Cen Bang We have a doctor's appointment and we can see it today!"

Such a positive attitude, such a naive look, lively and stubborn character.

Shen Zhuo looked at the person in front of him, neither saying good nor bad.

The author has something to say: _(:з」∠)_It’s a bit. .Slight. .Calvin. .

I'm going to sort it out. .Try to grow thicker tomorrow. .

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Su Zhaza: I'm going to chase my wife thousands of miles away!

Lin: You are sick. .Just forget about it. .Also TM is a poor patient. .

Shen Zhuo: Makes sense.

Xu Yi: I want to cry, I feel wronged.

Su Zhaza: Labor and management are even more wronged!