The cannon fodder of quick time travel slaps the face and becomes a god

Mu Xichen squinted his eyes and looked at He Junchen for a while, but those eyes that looked like his lover unconsciously revealed a trace of fragility and pain.

So powerful, yet so downcast...

It made him feel a little uncomfortable.

With a low curse, Mu Xichen slammed the door open, and then pointed to the sofa, "You can stay if you want, you can sleep on the sofa for me, if you dare to disturb me, I will cut you off! As for the reward, I will take care of it when you get well." I will ask you what you want, and I hope you will not be reluctant."

He Junchen's eyes lit up instantly, he nodded repeatedly like a well-behaved child, and then quickly dodged in sideways, as if he was afraid that the young man would go back on his word.

Mu Xichen belatedly realized that he had promised something, and scratched his hair a little annoyed, but he was healed soon, because he found that this man's cooking skills were actually very good.

In fact, he also had a vague guess about the identity of this person, so it was strange that the man could have such good cooking skills.

In the plot, there is a cannon fodder male named He Junchen, a gangster prince across Southeast Asia, once received a mission to assassinate Rong Xuan, but his whereabouts were leaked by people around him, and he was picked up by Shen Ruoxuan after being seriously injured .

Under Shen Ruoxuan's indifferent but meticulous care, He Junchen, who has only been exposed to cruel training and strict treatment from his parents, quickly fell in love with Shen Ruoxuan, who was cold and kind but not good at expressing himself. After his lover was Rong Xuan, he gave up the assassination mission, silently guarding him behind him, and finally died in the gang gang.

But he doesn't remember that He Junchen had amnesia, and he was betrayed a year later, why is the plot so crooked now?

Mu Xichen quickly put this question behind in the alluring fragrance, regardless of the plot

Now enjoy the food is the most important thing!

Seeing Mu Xichen eating contentedly, squinting his eyes slightly like a cat, he stretched out his soft tongue to lick his lower lip from time to time, full of seduction without knowing it.

He Junchen's heart seemed to be hit by something, and he scratched it softly, arousing a numb itching, and instantly softened, with a gentleness that he didn't even realize was on his face.

This faint warm atmosphere made him very nostalgic and satisfied. He seemed to have been like this before, watching the young man quietly for a long, long time.

For such a weird dependence on a stranger he has never met, he should have been alert for the first time, and then quickly erased the things that could affect him, instead of conniving at his approach and indulging in him like he is now.

But I can't bear to...

No matter what, it is inseparable from...

Since you can't let it go, you can't let it go, then hold it in your hands...

Mu Xichen didn't notice the aggressive and hot gaze, all the attraction was attracted by the various delicacies in front of him, if that's the case, this guy is at least useful, so let's take him in temporarily.

But if he regains his memory or causes trouble again, he must be thrown out, there is no need to discuss it!

Walking in the school, Shen Ruoxuan got used to English-style casual trench coats and imported handmade suits, and put on the slightly faded plaid shirt again. Suddenly, from that unattainable cloud, he became a commoner and noble son.

"Shen... Ruoxuan?" A slightly hoarse male voice sounded behind him, with some hesitation and uncertainty, "Why did you come to school suddenly?"

Shen Ruoxuan turned around and found that he was a classmate in the music department, but after he was taken care of by Dongfang Luo, he never came to school normally, but no one dared to say anything.

The classmates in the school only thought that he had signed a contract with a very good music company and was doing closed training, but no rumors against him were ever spread, which shows how well Dongfang Luo protects him.

"Well, I came back to class." Shen Ruoxuan's tone was indifferent, without the slightest bit of awkwardness or discomfort, as if he really just came back temporarily to take a look.

He suddenly put an arm around his shoulder, and his body temperature slightly higher than his own made him frowned, "Hey, it's rare to see us Shen Dacai, I thought you would look down on us after you signed with Secret Voice, usually It's really not interesting to find you and not come out, I finally caught it, how about it, please invite us to have a meal and connect with each other?"

He opened his mouth and wanted to refuse, but another person held his arm, "That's necessary, can we Shen Dacai look down on us? Besides, with a company as big as Miyin, nothing can short of you, I believe you won't Be stingy with this meal, besides, there is no class this afternoon, just right..."

Shen Ruoxuan frowned, even with such movements, he did them with a kind of pleasing beauty, which caused the other two people to stare blankly. This Shen University student seems to have more charm...

In the end they couldn't hold them back, so a group of people went anyway, with the intention of killing him, and the rest chose a more expensive steakhouse, where they ate and drank, occasionally flattering, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

When it was time to pay the bill, Shen Ruoxuan subconsciously took out the black card, "Swipe the card directly, the password is six six."

This casual movement, this indifferent tone, and this light tone made everyone present feel more or less jealous.

How could this kid be so lucky?

The secret sound is a paradise for all their music students, and Shen Ruoxuan was admitted. It's really... damn lucky!

Let's talk about the black card, who is not a bit knowledgeable?

It was clearly a secondary card, and it was the one with no upper limit. To put it bluntly, even if Shen Ruoxuan wanted to buy an airplane tank, it was just a matter of swiping it!

Surrounded by everyone's jealous or envious gazes, Shen Ruoxuan lowered his face slightly, with a calm expression, and looked out of the window sideways. The sunlight from outside hit his body, creating a faint golden halo. , I don't know if it was an illusion, but the corners of his lips seemed to be slightly upturned for a moment.

Coupled with the exquisite decoration of the steak shop, ignoring his slightly cheap civilian clothes, he really looks like a medieval nobleman who came out of an oil painting, elegant, casual, and full of heart-wrenching charm with every gesture.

However, all these beautiful fantasies were broken by the waiter who returned in a hurry.

Her tone was a little anxious, but her attitude was still very humble, "Hi sir, this card of yours cannot be paid. Do you have other payment methods?"

Shen Ruoxuan's brain buzzed as if it had been punched hard by a heavy fist, and his face was quickly blushed, feeling ashamed and dry.

He could feel the eyes of those people looking at him, from envy that made him a little proud, to curiosity full of suspicion and deep irony, and even the professional and respectful smile of the waiter, at this moment, it seemed like It's sarcastic about him.

Shen Ruoxuan got up abruptly, so violently that he almost knocked down the chair, top-heavy, and followed the waiter to the cashier in a slightly drowsy manner, hastily avoiding the strange scrutinizing gazes like thorns on his back.

"What's going on? My black card can be used for unlimited payments, so why can't it be used?" He lowered his voice, but still couldn't help arguing with the waiter. How can he be ashamed at this time!

"I'm sorry sir, it's not that it can't be used, it's that your card has been frozen and you can't swipe it, so do you have other payment methods?" The waiter still looked respectful and humble, but with that light makeup and sweet The sound, but no matter how it sounds, it makes him feel disgusted.

Dongfang Luo, did you really do such a great job? !

"How much did you spend in total?" Shen Ruoxuan asked with pursed lips.

"Hi sir, you have spent a total of 640 taels. Do you pay by card or cash?"

Shen Ruoxuan's face turned pale, more than 8000...

For him before meeting Dongfang Luo, [-] may be his living expenses for nearly half a year, an astronomical sum that he dare not think about!

However, since he joined Dongfang Luo, his windbreaker cost 8000 yuan, a custom-made suit cost hundreds of thousands, and a watch was worth millions. Now he can't even afford [-] yuan?

what……

Shen Ruoxuan's face was ashen, so ferocious that it was almost distorted, and his nails almost dug into his flesh.

Dongfang Luo, you are doing well, great!

Do you think that with such despicable means, you can make me submit?

I, Shen Ruoxuan, have arms and legs, even if I starve to death, I will never bow to someone like you!

But no matter how strong he is, he is not a god, and he still has to eat, and he has to solve the thorny problem in front of him.

As a last resort, he could only take out his wallet, and found a credit card that had long been out of use, and overdrafted this consumption.

After walking out, he was teased by those people without any surprise. He should have been accustomed to such teasing words, but this time he found it extremely unbearable.

Walking out with a dark face, being stabbed by the dazzling sunlight outside, I suddenly felt that all this was so unreal.

He originally had a beautiful piano room, well-cut clothes, and a violin with an elegant and charming sound...

Shen Ruoxuan put down the piano in his hand, adjusted the strings, pulled it up again, but quickly put it down with a frown.

No, the tone is wrong. It should have been calmer and more melodious, like a fine wine that has been stored for many years and fermented over time, and has become more intoxicating and mellow, instead of the current situation, whimpering and out of tune.

Feeling irritable, Shen Ruoxuan put down the piano and looked around. There were only slightly greasy and yellowed walls, and the narrow space drove him almost crazy. I don't have the courage and mood to play the piano.

What is going on here?

In the past, even on a cold and windy street surrounded by the noise of cars passing by, he could immerse himself in his music kingdom.

Why is it that it is no longer possible to play exciting tunes in such a poor environment?

A good piece of music requires the player's full dedication and almost crazy intoxication, which is not comparable to the kind of piece that is only played for performance.

Originally, he thought that his pure heart for music would not change no matter what, but now it seems that his favorite music can't make him forget everything, especially in this environment.

But three months!

Habits are a terrible thing...