Slag Gong Revenge Plan [Rebirth]

Chapter 81

Shen Zhuo followed Tang out of the pharmacy. Before he left, the old shop owner did not forget to sell a handful of Amway, and said that his pulse-taking skills were unparalleled.

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The two came out of the small pharmacy, and Tang rushed to help Shen Zhuo open the door of the co-pilot: "Sit, Mr. Shen!"

The tone of the young man is always full of infinite activity and drive, as if he wants to jump out anytime and anywhere.

And it is this activity that always reminds Shen Zhuo of another person.

This made his headache, which was already better, worsen again, Shen Zhuo could only raise his left hand to rub his temple habitually, and flipped through the box of medicine in his hand back and forth, all in English.

Shen Zhuo originally wanted to call up a mobile phone app to translate, but then he thought that there was a more professional one sitting next to him, so he turned sideways and asked casually, "What does this English explanation specifically say?"

Tang took the medicine box, pointed to the words on it and translated it word by word for Shen Zhuo: "Suppression, control, mild... antidepressant, no, why did you get antidepressant medicine for headache?"

"The old man is too confused, I'll take it back and change it for you!" Tang stretched out his hand to push the door to get out of the car, but Shen Zhuo stopped him before he opened the door.

Shen Zhuo was still sitting in the passenger seat, but he leaned over and took back the medicine box from Tang's hand, as if he was thinking about something, but he didn't seem to think about anything at all.He slowed down his voice and said: "Forget it, I bought everything I bought, don't take it back. It doesn't hurt after so long, go back."

Tang originally wanted to say something, but he was completely stopped by Shen Zhuo's words. He scratched the back of his head and said with some hesitation: "It's fine to go back...but Cen just called me and said he wanted to invite you to have morning tea , Mr. Shen, do you want to go?"

Shen Zhuo didn't respond to him directly, but took the medicine box back from Tang's hand, turned the medicine box a few times in the palm of his hand, and finally put it in his trouser pocket as if casually, and then said: "Go, It's hard for you to drive me so far. Then just drive there."

"I didn't pick you up because of thinking like this..." Tang Nu pouted his lips, as if he was a little aggrieved, but he still didn't express his grievance. He secretly glanced at Shen Zhuo, "Mr. Shen, your complexion is still not very good Look, are you sure about it?"

Shen Zhuo turned his head and glanced at him, smiled lightly, and said gently: "Cen Jin's character, if I hadn't gone, wouldn't he have troubled you?"

Now Tang shrugged his nose and stopped talking.

"Drive over." Shen Zhuo leaned himself on the passenger seat, maintained a more comfortable posture, closed his eyes and said, "I'll take a rest, call me when I get there."

"Okay, Mr. Shen." Tang responded, and started the car steadily.

Shen Zhuo is actually not picky about driving, but his sleep quality has not been very good, and there are few examples of him falling asleep in the car.

But today I don't know if it was because he was too sleepy, or because Tang's driving skills were unexpectedly good, Shen Zhuo fell asleep in the car in a daze.

It wasn't until Tang told him to get up that Shen Zhuo narrowed his eyes, and saw a thin blanket covering him at first sight.

The air conditioner in the car was turned on low, and it was a bit cold to fall asleep. Shen Zhuo reached out and pressed the center of his eyebrows, feeling that his headache really eased after sleeping for a while.

He took off the blanket on his body, folded it, and handed it back to Tang, saying very politely, "Thank you."

"It's not hard, it's not hard!" Tang took the blanket with both hands, waved his hands again and again, and his face showed signs of turning red again, "Cen entered the private room on the third floor, and there is only one private room on the third floor!"

Shen Zhuo smiled: "Okay, I see."

He subconsciously touched the medicine box in his pocket, and then he didn't wait for Tang to come to pull the car door, but pushed the door and walked down. After standing outside the car, Shen Zhuo leaned slightly to look at Tang inside.

"Maybe a word." Shen Zhuo curled his lips and said in a warm voice, "Are you ordered by Cen Jin, or Cen Jin's mother?"

Sitting in the car, Tang seemed to be caught off guard by this question. He was stunned for a long time before he looked at Shen Zhuo at a loss and said in a low voice, "Yes, Cen sent me to receive you."

"Okay, I see." Shen Zhuo nodded, stood up straight and said goodbye, "I've worked hard today, see you next time."

"Next... see you next time, Mr. Shen." Tang got off the driver's seat, bowed to Shen Zhuo before saying: "Mr. Shen, take care."

Cen Jin booked a big hotel, Tang put Shen Zhuo down at the door, Shen Zhuo only walked a few steps to the door, and immediately a blond waiter came to receive him.

Shen Zhuo really couldn't understand these very idiomatic English, so before the waiter spoke, he made three gestures with his hands, and said with the few English words he knew: "Floorthree, Mr. Cen Jin. "

Also added a sentence "Ispeakplish."

At any rate, the waiter was quite clever, and when he heard Cen Jin's name, he nodded in understanding, pointed to the direction of Shen Zhuo, and his service attitude was exceptionally good, and he even said a few words: "Please."

Following the waiter to the third floor, there was really only one large private room as Tang said, with doors on both sides divided into front and back. Shen Zhuo followed the waiter and walked in through the front door.

Sure enough, Cen Jin was sitting inside, and he didn't know how long he had been here, sitting loosely and crookedly on a chair in the middle, looking disorganized.

The platinum cross on his chest was still hanging down as before. At this moment, Cen Jin was grabbing the cross one by one, looking very bored.

As if hearing the sound of the door being pushed, Cen Jin suddenly raised his head while sitting on the chair, and saw Shen Zhuo coming in from the outside following the waiter.

One high and one low, his angle is exactly the angle of looking up at Shen Zhuo.

Such similar scenes, such similar distances... even, such similar people.

Twenty years ago, in an orphanage in the British border area, Shen Fei, who was in his prime, was ushered in like this. He was ushered into that shabby little classroom. For the first time, he saw that it was so dirty and even black that he couldn’t even see it. People's Cen Jin.

There were seventeen other children in the dark and dark room, so many pairs of eyes were staring at Shen Fei at the same time, but Shen Fei stopped in front of him.

Such a tall, handsome, and suave man.

In Cen Jin, who is only six years old, has left an indelible mark on his vitality.

——"Little guy, do you want to go home with me?"

——"Let me give you a name, what should I choose? Well, let's see, everyone has a past, so let's call you 'Cen Jin'."

In my childhood memory, the little Douding, who was less than one meter tall, gnawed on the red bean bread brought by this handsome brother, gnawed and licked his fingers, and asked in a coquettish voice: "Brother, everyone There are words from the past, do you have them too?"

"I will call you Daddy from now on," Shen Fei bent down and touched Cen Jin's small head, and said with a smile in a gentle voice that Cen Jin had never seen before, "Of course I have it too, and I also cherish and cherish it very much." I miss the past."

——It was not until later that Cen Jin realized that Shen Fei used to be Shen Zhuo.

——And his name was even born because of Shen Zhuo.

It was an extremely complicated emotion, mixed with resentment and some joy, which made him uncontrollably want to go back to China and see Shen Zhuo in person.

Even if they don't live together, the blood connection still exists.

Sitting on the seat, Cen Jin stared at Shen Zhuo who walked in from the door, watched him push open the door, walked to him step by step, and then sat down.

It was like the scene from 20 years ago was re-enacted.

"Why are you in a daze?" Shen Zhuo shook his hand in front of Cen Jin, sat down on the seat opposite, and said casually, "I'm called to have morning tea, and there's not even a menu?"

Cen Jin seemed to have been abruptly pulled out of his long-silent thoughts. He stretched out his hand and called the waiter standing at the door, and then said to Shen Zhuo: "The Cantonese-style refreshment shop I dug from China can speak Chinese. .Whatever you like to eat, you just give them the name of the dish."

Shen Zhuo glanced at Cen Jin, smiled and told the waiter the name of the dish in Chinese, unexpectedly he actually wrote it down.

Cen Jin looked at Shen Zhuo several times as if caring for mentally handicapped children, and said helplessly, "I can understand it, so don't worry about reporting it. I heard from Tang that you have a headache? Why didn't you go to the doctor you made an appointment with?"

Shen Zhuo subconsciously touched the medicine box that had been in his pocket for a year, shook his head and said: "I can't trust foreign doctors, I will return to China in a few days, let's talk about it when I return to China."

Cen Jin didn't say anything, took the black tea pot and poured Shen Zhuo a cup of English morning tea himself.

Shen Zhuo raised his eyebrows and looked at Cen Jin, and then took a sip of it. There was really no big difference in taste, but he felt that the tea set was very particular.

Different from the domestic method of making tea, it is another kind of cultural perspective.

"I thought you didn't know how to drink?" Cen Jin curled the corners of his lips, and said in a rather eccentric way.

Shen Zhuo took another sip, then lit the bottom of the cup to Cen Jin, and said unhurriedly: "Is there anything you dare not drink, is it possible that you are going to poison me to death in public?"

"You dare to drink tea... but you dare not look at the doctor?"

Cen Jin smiled as if he couldn't get enough of it. He straightened up abruptly, then leaned towards Shen Zhuo, and said in an unpredictable tone, "What? You are afraid that you will find out something, so I'll give you the bottom line?"

Shen Zhuo's demeanor remained unchanged, he said to himself with a smile that he filled his teacup, and drank lightly.

Cen Jin seemed a little disappointed that he didn't see the change in Shen Zhuo's expression. He sat back again, put his hands on his chest, and asked as if chatting, "I also heard that you and your unreliable little boy yesterday Friends broke up, how are you happy?"