Slag Gong Revenge Plan [Rebirth]

Chapter 85

When Cen Jin walked over, Shen Zhuo had just finished his last sentence and turned off his phone.

"Yo~ I'm still working at this time."

Cen Jin stood still in front of Shen Zhuo, and glanced at him with a smile, as if he was in a good mood, "Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner."

The platinum cross had already hung back around his neck, and its cool luster and temperature flickered, making it particularly eye-catching.

Shen Zhuo put the phone back into his pocket, took another cigarette out of the cigarette box and lit it, shook his head at Cen Jin, and took the lead to go out: "I don't want to eat, I really don't have an appetite. Just go back. "

The wind was strong at night, and when the smoke was blown backwards by the wind, Shen Zhuo coughed violently again.

Probably because of being in front of the tomb, Cen Jin unexpectedly did not refute, but followed Shen Zhuo behind.As he walked, he said casually: "I saw you coughing every day in China, and you must have been coughing for almost a month, right?"

"almost."

This cough was so severe that Shen Zhuo had to stop and slow down for a while, and then continued to move forward after the cough was over, "Maybe it's because the weather in London is too cloudy, and the cold hasn't completely healed."

Cen Jin raised his eyebrows, and cast a sideways glance at Shen Zhuo unconvinced: "I don't think so, the smog in London is better than that in Beijing, and you can hardly see stars there at this time."

The guest was in a foreign country, Shen Zhuo was too lazy to argue with Cen Jin, so he took a puff of the cigarette and did not speak.

Cen Jin's good mood is very inexplicable, which is especially in line with his neurotic characteristics. He walked forward with Shen Zhuo while peeping at him. Compared with when Su Qin spoke just now, the whole person seemed to be alive again. Same.

Shen Zhuo has been struggling at work for so long, and he is very sensitive to things like sight. Just before he was about to be caught by Cen Jin and wanted to speak, Cen Jin took the initiative to speak.

"I said, you just bought that box of cigarettes when you came here, and there are only two left?"

Cen Jin stretched out his hand and pulled the cigarette case in Shen Zhuo's hand, opened the lid and took a closer look, with a rare look of incomprehension on his face, "You must be too addicted to cigarettes."

Shen Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, then followed Cen Jin's gaze lowered to look into the cigarette case, there were indeed only two cigarettes left.

"This cigarette has no taste." Shen Zhuo reached out to take back the cigarette case, but Cen Jin stopped him from taking it back.

In front of Shen Zhuo, Cen Jin threw the cigarette case into the trash can beside the road, took a look at Shen Zhuo, and said firmly: "At least it is in front of his grave, if he sees it, he will be worried."

"..." Promise him to be a good socialist young man who is neither feudal, superstitious, nor obsessed with the soul, is it okay?

The expression on Cen Jin's face was very firm, and he had already thrown the cigarette case and the two cigarettes in it into the trash can with lightning speed. Besides.

He followed Cen Jin to the parking lot outside. The little brother who parked the car before parked the car in a very good place, and it was very convenient to get on and off.

Cen Jin reversed the car, turned the steering wheel and asked Shen Zhuo: "Then take you back to the hotel? Now that you broke up with your little boyfriend, do you want to arrange a tour guide for you in the next few days? Or let Tang follow you ?”

Shen Zhuo fastened his seat belt. He was completely used to Cen Jin's snarky speaking style, and he said directly without any extra words: "No need, I'll go directly back on the plane tomorrow afternoon, and the company has something else to do."

"Are you sick?" Cen Jin slammed on the brakes, and the moment the car stopped, he turned his face and stared at Shen Zhuo dumbfounded, "Are you a workaholic? Are you going back?"

These words are really impolite, Shen Zhuo frowned: "If you want to drop off, then drop off, if you don't drop me off, get out of the car and take a taxi yourself."

Even if they have already broken up, Shen Zhuo doesn't like to turn his past emotional process into a seemingly cheap talk, and use it as any excuse.

Not to mention that now is a special moment.

"Oh—shit!!"

Cen Jin honked his horn twice, as if venting something, the car parked in front finally gave way to his car, allowing Cen Jin's car to drive out of the underground garage smoothly.

The street lights on both sides were already dimly lit, Cen Jin turned the car onto the main road, pressed a music station on the car, and then said to Shen Zhuo in a very unreasonable way: "Brother, you have not been dragged by the company and others Death is a miracle."

elder brother--

This is the first time Shen Zhuo heard Cen Jin call him this name.

Even, maybe Cen Jin is the first and last person in this world to call it that way.

From a certain point of view, Cen Jin is really qualified to call him that.

Shen Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, seemingly helplessly said: "You should call me Shen Zhuo, why can't you call me 'brother'?"

Cen Jin turned the steering wheel to make the car turn a corner, and gave a "hum" with a smirk: "What? Do you not like me, or Shen Fei?"

"It's a pity that even if you don't like it, you can't change your identity." Cen Jin sneered, turned his head and started the car again, as if he was not going to say a word to Shen Zhuo again.

Shen Zhuo wanted to say something else, but when he saw Cen Jin like this, he shut up.

The cigarette just now had burned to the end, Shen Zhuo subconsciously wanted to touch the cigarette case, but remembered that the cigarette case had been thrown back into the trash can by Cen Jin.

Sitting in the co-pilot, he silently lowered his head to look at the cigarette butt in his hand, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

The two walked back to the hotel entrance in embarrassment.

Cen Jin's speed was frighteningly fast. When he went there, he drove for more than two hours and returned in less than an hour and a half. Shen Zhuo almost thought that he wanted to drag him to see Shen Fei.

After returning to the hotel alive, Shen Zhuo took a breath. He opened the door and got out of the car impatiently. After standing up straight, he turned around, took a look at Cen Jin who was still sitting in the car, and said politely: "Thank you ah."

- Brought me back alive ==

"polite."

Cen Jin turned his face and smiled at Shen Zhuo with an unpredictable expression, neither the kind of superficial smile nor the kind of half-smile, all in all it was a very weird smile.

As if he had been revived from the frozen state just now, he stared at Shen Zhuo for a while, as if he wanted to remember what Shen Zhuo looked like, and he seemed to want to see someone through Shen Zhuo.

Then Cen Jin grabbed the platinum cross on his chest, and said to Shen Zhuo with a look of embarrassment, "Do you know who gave it to me?"

——You TM asked me like this, who else could give it to me.

Shen Zhuo gasped for a few breaths while holding the door of the car, took a moment to answer Cen Jin: "Shen Fei."

"It's so easy to guess right." Cen Jin frowned, as if he was a little dissatisfied with the answer to this obvious question, but he still didn't delve into it.

He grabbed the cross again, and said to Shen Zhuo, "He gave it to me the night before he died. I thought he just wanted to give me a gift, and that was the first time he gave me a gift. I am very happy Didn't sleep all night."

"But the next morning when I went out, I saw his body."

Cen Jin's expression was still very strange, he squinted his eyes, as if he was thinking about it, or something very subtle flashed past his eyes.

Shen Zhuo hadn't had time to delve into it, but Cen Jin had no interest in talking.

He put away the cross, smiled at Shen Zhuoyang and said, "Forget it, you don't care about him anyway. If I hadn't threatened you, you wouldn't have come to see him."

Cen Jin drives a large off-road vehicle with a high frame.

Standing under the car, Shen Zhuo raised his eyes slightly, and he could see the young man's clear and clean jaw from the best angle, which was a very nice shape.

This reminded him suddenly of the day when he first met Cen Jin.

The young man was wearing assault boots, stood in front of him and bent down, and asked him with a smile: "My friend, does Mr. Wu always live here?"

"Let's go~!"

Cen Jin rolled up the car window, and before leaving, he gave Shen Zhuo a shot sign and grinned, "You'd better be careful Tang, he came here on his own initiative and told me he was going to receive you. It's my mother People over there."

Land Rover's new off-road vehicle rushed out from in front of Shen Zhuo with a "crash", leaving behind a lonely sound of wind and a brake mark.

"Sir, would you like some flowers? (Uncle, do you buy flowers?)"

Shen Zhuo stood for a while beside the road where Cen Jin left, until a little girl from a foreign country carrying a bamboo basket timidly tugged at his sleeve.

The little girl was wearing an old pink dress, and she spoke English very slowly. In addition, she pointed to the flowers in the frame. For the first time, Shen Zhuo understood what she meant without translating.

"Oh, yes."

Shen Zhuo squatted down, kept himself at the same height as the little girl, thought about the few English words in his brain and said, "Have you see the sir just now? (Did you see that uncle just now?)"

His own English is really bad, but fortunately the little girl didn't dislike his poor English, but opened her beautiful big eyes: "theohyou?"

Shen Zhuo smiled at her, and took a larger denomination from his wallet: "If you..."

He thought about the English words, and then said, "seehimime, pleasegivehimaflower. OK? (If you see him next time, please give him a flower, okay?)"

The little girl nodded, put the money in her pocket, and took out another flower to hand to Shen Zhuo.

"Thank you, but I don't need." Shen Zhuo stretched out his hand to gently stroke the little girl's golden hair, stood up and prepared to enter the hotel across the road, he waved to the little girl, and said warmly, "byebye."

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Su Qin returned to the hotel with anger.

He is older than Shen Zhuo and Cen Jin, and he has stood in a high position for a long time, and his self-identity has become an inseparable mask.

Even if he hadn't been angry before, Shen Zhuo's last few words were enough to make him feel angry.

There are also those things that can never be told in the heart.

When the homosexuality came to an end, and even affected his future and career, when he calmed down from his fever, when he began to face various problems and a better future without Shen Fei——

When Shen Fei chose to commit suicide and leave his life.

True love, passionate love, indifference, and abandonment.

Human beings are very contradictory animals. The reason why the communication between people is interesting is because people's hearts are separated.

And you never know how dark his heart is.

It was eight o'clock in the evening in the UK when Su Qin called Su Jingcheng, and it was approaching noon in China.

Su Jingcheng's private number was never answered, so Su Qin could only dial the external number, but unexpectedly got through this time, it was Su Jingcheng's assistant Lin who answered the call.

After declaring his family name, it was transferred to Su Jingcheng.

Su Qin smiled very kindly on the phone, just like an ordinary uncle's care for his nephew: "Xiaocheng, I heard that you were discharged from the hospital yesterday. Are you recovering well?"

Su Jingcheng seemed to be listening to someone else's report, and he replied with a "hmm" in an understatement.

Su Qin gritted his teeth, and said again: "Speaking of which, has Shen Zhuo come to England recently?"

Su Jingcheng answered this sentence immediately this time, even speaking faster unconsciously: "Did you see him?"

"See you."

Su Qin put his hand on the phone, and laughed loudly in his voice, "Are you guys having a fight? Why didn't you come with him?"

There was a slight silence on the other end of the phone. It seemed that Su Jingcheng had let the person beside him go out, and then said: "There is no need to go around in circles. With your connections, Shen Zhuo and I should already know what happened to me. Where is he? where?"

Su Qin stood by the window, watching the night of the Thames through the glass, and felt that even the scenery was a bit more beautiful than before.

"Xiaocheng, it's not that Uncle doesn't tell you. It's that Third Uncle also needs your help now. We are all a family. Why don't you tell Uncle first, where did you transfer all the funds of the 'Su Family'? Your Uncle and I are closest to each other. They're going crazy."

Su Jingcheng was not surprised at all, he curled his lips coldly: "Third Uncle, your posture was not so ugly before."

Su Qin's expression changed after being forced by Su Jingcheng's words.

He naturally also knew that his identity would not be so ugly, and the whole Su family was even more harmonious.

But this is all an illusion created by money.

"Okay, it's meaningless to worry about these things." Su Jingcheng threw the pen on the table, "I've booked an afternoon flight to the UK, help me to see where Shen Zhuo is staying. We'll talk about it when we arrive."

The tone is Su Jingcheng's most used arrogance and order, as if with inherent arrogance.

Su Qin didn't think Su Jingcheng was like this before, but now that the two have different identities, it sounds even more harsh.

"No problem. Then you must not disappoint third uncle." Su Qin held the phone tightly and choked out the words.

Su Jingcheng personally clicked on the flight schedule interface, pointed to the fastest flight to let Lin book the ticket, and then said to the other end of the phone: "Uncle San, you shouldn't have gone out at that time. If you had, you shouldn't have wanted to come back .”

"I didn't expect the public opinion to be so big at the time!" Su Qin gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "If Shen Zhuo hadn't let 'Ding Cheng' go suddenly, and he could still pressurize it, this matter would not have gotten out of control!"

"If you keep talking about Shen Zhuo, this deal will be impossible."

Su Jingcheng's tone finally showed obvious impatience. He put one hand on the table, and his fingers tapped on the table like Shen Zhuo. After a slight pause, he seemed to think of something and said, "And A request."

"Don't get too far!"

"I want the information of the old man of the Hua family."

Su Jingcheng hooked the corners of his lips, and his tone was extremely indifferent, "Didn't you have a crush on his illegitimate young son for a while? You have such a wide network of contacts, and you even hired someone to dig them out. You should have all the information."

Su Qin on the other end of the phone seemed to have been stabbed severely, and suddenly froze: "How do you know—"

"I know everything about the Su family." Su Jingcheng interrupted Su Qin, stood up and prepared to change clothes and rush to the airport, "That's it, I'll talk about the rest when I come. Prepare what I want."

The phone was hung up mercilessly, before Su Qin had time to say a word, he heard empty beeps.

Like a mockery from halfway around the world.

In the end, Su Qin also showed an unpredictable look on his slightly vicissitudes face.

——Do you know everything about the Su family?Really?

——You keep saying that you love Shen Zhuo, but do you know that his father is Shen Fei?

——Do you know that the illegitimate youngest son of the Hua family is much like Shen Fei?

The author has something to say: Su Zhaza: _(:з"∠)_Baby, here I come.

Shen Zhuo: Oh, I'm leaving.

Cen Jin: Hahaha.

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