Slag Gong Revenge Plan [Rebirth]

Chapter 82

"I heard that you broke up with your little boyfriend. How are you happy?"

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Shen Zhuo put down the teacup in his hand, slightly raised his eyebrows and glanced at Cen Jin who was sitting opposite, and said lightly, "You seem to be taking pleasure in other's misfortunes."

Probably seeing that Shen Zhuo didn't intend to order, Cen Jin directly reported the names of a few dishes, and then waved the waiter to go out.

It wasn't until the room became quiet again that Cen Jin grinned, and said with a sly grin: "I was thinking about it before, why didn't we break up when we were going to be sent abroad? Sure enough, we still broke up."

Shen Zhuo has known Cen Jin for so long, and he has already practiced the ability to go in his left ear and out his right ear. He drank the black tea in his porcelain cup, and then said gently: "You invited me to have breakfast, just want to Want to hear gossip? That's a pity, I have nothing to say."

Cen Jin didn't seem very surprised by Shen Zhuo's answer, he stretched out his hand to grab the dangling cross on his chest, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

It's the waiter who wants to serve.

The refreshments are brought up one by one on small trays and lined up in a row. Except that the production place is far away in a foreign country, the appearance is indeed no different from that of authentic domestic refreshments.

The waiter bowed to the two of them, and stepped back very quietly.

Shen Zhuo has always felt that it is very strange that someone with Cen Jin's personality likes to cook. What makes him even more strange is that Cen Jin has opened a tea shop in England that looks quite authentic. Dining room.

"Let's eat." Chopsticks are also used in the shop. Cen Jin aligned a pair of chopsticks against the white porcelain plate, and said to Shen Zhuo as if chatting, "I spent a lot of money to dig the cook from China."

In fact, Shen Zhuo is used to drinking a bowl of porridge and whole pies or steamed buns in the morning. There are too many refreshments, and he is worried that his stomach will not be able to bear it.

Reluctantly, he picked a few steamed buns from a row of exquisite small plates and ate them. Shen Zhuo put down his chopsticks and said slowly: "You asked that housekeeper to bring me here, maybe it was just to treat me to eat. Let's have breakfast."

Cen Jin seemed to have a special liking for Cantonese-style refreshments. He quickly picked and picked chopsticks among different dishes and small bowls. After hearing Shen Zhuo's question, he stopped for a moment, frowned and said, "You Don't you like to eat this kind of thing?"

Even after supporting a few small steamed buns, Shen Zhuo still felt a little greasy. He poured another cup of black tea to understand, and then said: "I usually have porridge steamed buns for breakfast, which is different from your taste."

Cen Jin's hand holding the chopsticks stopped for a moment, the chopsticks were bitten between his teeth, and he whispered unconsciously: "Shen Fei likes this flavor very much..."

Shen Zhuo was silent for a moment, and forced himself to drink a few more sips of water to suppress the greasy taste in his throat. He arranged the tableware in front of him, and then looked at Cen Jin with a half-smile.

It wasn't until Cen Jin, who was eating, was finally disturbed by Shen Zhuo's unblinking gaze and turned around, that Shen Zhuo picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth, and said with a little smile, "Did you see clearly? I It's Shen Zhuo, not Shen Fei."

"Even if you want to grow more similarities with him in me for comfort, I can tell you in advance that apart from blood relationship, I really have nothing in common with him."

Shen Zhuo's voice was soft, but it made Cen Jin who was sitting opposite him freeze for a moment.

Then Cen Jin threw the chopsticks on the plate viciously, and said to Shen Zhuo in a vicious voice, "Of course I know, you don't need to remind me!"

Shen Zhuo nodded, wiped his hands with the wet towel on the table, and then pushed the chair back to make himself more comfortable.

One of his hands was still on the table, and he subconsciously tapped his fingers on the table, as if thinking of something, he glanced at Cen Jin and said, "I've booked a ticket to return to China the day after tomorrow. Aren't you going to pay homage to Shen Fei? Let’s go today, I just happened to be here too. Save me and make another trip.”

"Now go...to see him?"

Cen Jin seemed to be taken aback for a moment, subconsciously looked down at his attire, and said with some displeasure, "How can I meet Shen Fei in this outfit today."

Shen Zhuo was speechless for a moment, and followed Cen Jin's words: "Then what did you wear to see him before?"

"Of course you have to wear formal clothes!" Cen Jin looked at Shen Zhuo several times with an expression of "Why are you so stupid and don't understand anything", then turned his head and stood up, "At least...you can't wear casual clothes Just go to see him, and you too. If you want to go now, you go back with me and change your clothes first."

Shen Zhuo also stood up from the chair and looked at Cen Jin with a smile. He was sitting near the gate, so it was easier to go out naturally.

So Shen Zhuo took two steps forward before turning his head, glanced lightly at Cen Jin who was walking behind him, and said with a light smile, "Either I go now or I don't. Anyway, I'll be there the day after tomorrow." Back home, I gave you the opportunity, you didn’t want it yourself.”

Cen Jin followed behind Shen Zhuo and gritted his teeth: "You have to be ashamed! Before you came to England, you agreed to see him with me. Is there anyone who is so regretful?"

Shen Zhuo narrowed his eyes and raised his voice: "I didn't regret it, you didn't want to go now, so you can't blame me for this."

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It was almost six o'clock that night when the last two people arrived at the cemetery.

The weather in early December, at this point the time has turned to the edge of the cold, Shen Zhuo is wearing a heavy coat, while Cen Jin walking next to him is in a suit and leather shoes that is worthy of the name.

—like coming to meet his long-lost lover.

Of course, Shen Zhuo would not be willing to wait for Cen Jin to go back to change his clothes. Cen Jin followed behind him, so to speak, even used threats, but he still failed to convince Shen Zhuo.

Cen Jin, who finally gave up the treatment, could only park the car in front of a men's clothing store on his way to the cemetery, and quickly went in to buy a set of clothes to change into.

According to Cen Jin himself, this is the most shabby suit he has ever worn.

It seems that in the UK, Cen Jin seems to have come to his own territory, and he no longer hides many ideas and practices, and even no longer shy away from Shen Zhuo.

——It was like the admiration and obvious yearning for Shen Fei in his eyes at this moment.

The cemetery is outside the city of London, and the setting sun shines on the large golden wheat fields. Cen Jin drove Shen Zhuo through the farm with British characteristics, and then stopped in front of a cemetery full of roses in front of the door.

"The owner of this cemetery is a duke, and he buried himself here." Cen Jin signaled Shen Zhuo to get out of the car, then threw the car keys to the boy beside him, pointed to the main entrance of the cemetery and said to Shen Zhuo, "He believes in purity The rose can make a man's soul live forever."

Shen Zhuo looked up in a cooperating manner. There is a huge gap between Chinese and Western cemeteries. Affected by differences in beliefs and cultures, Western cemeteries always look a little more vivid than Chinese ones, while Chinese cemeteries The garden looks more dignified.

For a moment, Shen Zhuo thought of the tomb in his own time.

Gray monument, white characters, biting dates of birth and death.

"Let's go, we still have to walk for a while to get there. There is a landscape outside." Cen Jin waved to the cemetery guard, who seemed to know Cen Jin very well, opened the door and let them in.

"I often come to see him." Cen Jin seemed to have noticed Shen Zhuo's gaze, explained a little more, and added casually, "Of course, he recognized me because he gave me a lot of money. It is very similar to foreign countries.”

Shen Zhuo smiled, put his thoughts back, and didn't speak.

The cemetery is very large, except for the patch of roses at the entrance, even the yard is full of roses.

Different varieties of roses have slightly different colors of flowers. Looking at the area of ​​blooming flowers from a distance, the place where the dead people lived finally became a bit brighter.

The two walked through the first few cemeteries, and didn't stop until the last one.

The tombstones here are naturally more delicate. In front of the small entrance of the cemetery is a beautifully carved statue of the Virgin and Child, with a serene and peaceful expression, and even the corners of the clothes are carved lifelike.

"It's almost here." The hollow iron door was unlocked, Cen Jin gently pushed the door open, and walked in first.

Shen Zhuo followed Cen Jin, and the vegetation in this cemetery was obviously better taken care of, and there were even traces of water spraying on the flowers.

There are few people from abroad, and almost no one comes to the cemetery. Both Shen Zhuo and Cen Jin walked lightly. After walking for a while, Shen Zhuo asked, "Is this the place you chose for him?"

But this answer caused Cen Jin to pause for a long time. He even stopped in his footsteps before continuing to move forward, saying as he walked, "No, it's Su Qin."

Now it's Shen Zhuo's turn to hesitate, he remembers too many people in his mind, besides the company's big and small sponsors and partners, as small as every artist, manager and even assistant, hundreds of people's names are in his head every day Shaking, he really didn't remember who this Su Qin was from for a while.

Cen Jin turned around and took a look at him, and smiled with the corners of his mouth raised, and said ironically, "Do you not remember? But I do."

"Su Qin, Mr. Su's youngest son. Su Jingcheng's capable third uncle."

There was an indescribable meaning in Cen Jin's tone, like extreme hatred, but also like mocking, many expressions flashed across his face, and finally froze on a sneer: "Speaking of which, they The members of the Su family really all have the same personality."

Turning around another turn, Shen Zhuo saw a person standing in front of another tombstone in this row of tombstones from a long distance away.

It was not too dark yet, Shen Zhuo glanced at it, he looked like a tall man, standing in front of a monument, he didn't seem to make any unnecessary movements.

Hearing what Cen Jin said just now, Shen Zhuo casually said, "What characteristic?"

"The characteristics of scum."

The author has something to say: Su Zhaza: I f*** heard someone speak ill of me behind my back!

Shen Zhuo: That’s right.

Su Zhaza: My backhand is a——

Shen Zhuo:?

Su Zhaza: Baby, I'll give you one!

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Feeling hot, I can't wait to put myself in the refrigerator to code. .Weeping aggrievedly.

Thank you for your nourishment~

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