What to do if you encounter scum [Quick Transmigration]

Lu Shichuan sat down opposite He Fengrong.

As the question came out, he looked at He Fengrong, "You want the contract to continue to take effect."

He Fengrong looked away, and said in a deep voice, "Don't ask what you know."

Lu Shichuan said, "Give me a reason."

He Fengrong subconsciously turned around, "What reason?"

Lu Shichuan further reminded him, "The reason why you want the contract to continue to take effect."

He Fengrong did not answer this sentence immediately.

After a while, he got up suddenly, turned his back to Lu Shichuan and walked a few steps forward.

He didn't want Lu Shichuan to see his expression, "Do you still remember that I told you once, I said that I don't want to be bound. I want to live freely."

The car accident when he was a child was the darkness he experienced, and it was an indelible psychological shadow.

"The so-called love will make a gentle person go crazy, and make a person lose his mind," He Fengrong stopped where he was, "As long as it is something that can be bought with money, I will never give emotion." His voice heard She didn't seem to have changed much, "But I just met you."

Lu Shichuan didn't interrupt him.

He Fengrong pursed his thin lips. He turned around and looked at Lu Shichuan, "I thought you were just bluffing. With me, you are nothing more than power and profit. It's very simple. I can give you what you want. Whether you want to be a star or want more money, as long as I can satisfy you, I will never say anything." He paused, "But you don't want anything."

"You can easily withdraw and leave without hesitation. If I don't look for you, you will break up with me, won't you?"

"It's clear that you and I have signed the contract together, and you have met me as many times, why are you indifferent, why do you want me to speak first."

Lu Shichuan looked back at him.

He Fengrong's appearance is slightly sharp and handsome. When he was expressionless, he looked a little ruthless and cold, but there was an undercurrent surging in his heart, and he walked back to Lu Shichuan slowly, "You said it, we each take what we want need."

Lu Shichuan finally said, "Then what do you want to do."

"At least," He Fengrong leaned down, raised his knee and inserted it into the gap between Lu Shichuan's leg and the sofa, "We each need a bed partner. You never dislike sleeping with me, isn't that a reason? ?”

Lu Shichuan reached out to hold his hand, and lifted his chin with his fingers, forcing him to look at each other, "This is what you want."

He Fengrong couldn't see through these deep black eyes, his jaw muscles tensed for a moment, "As long as you promise me that you will stop looking for other people's shadows in me, I can treat everything as if it never happened."

Rubbing his soft lips with his fingertips, Lu Shichuan said lightly, "Unfortunately, everything has already happened."

He Fengrong's expression froze, "What..."

Lu Shichuan said: "Since you have finished what you want to say, it's getting late, you should also rest."

Hearing this, the stubbornness in He Fengrong's eyes gradually faded, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, but it was not as wanton as before.

He felt bitter on the tip of his tongue and tight in his heart.

More than once, Lu Shichuan always had the ability to let him experience emotions he had never felt before with just one sentence.

This emotion drove him crazy and he couldn't express it.

Silence spread between the two.

After a long time, He Fengrong blocked Lu Shichuan's hand.

His eyes drooped again and again, he suppressed his emotions, and then laughed out loud, "So, what do you want me to do? Do you have to force me to admit defeat?"

Before Lu Shichuan could answer, he said again: "What do you want to hear from me... Do you want me to admit that I am so ignorant that I fell in love with a man who used me as a substitute?"

His voice was low, with strong self-deprecation, "Is it because I say this that you are satisfied, anyway, I am worthless in your heart, why should you care about my feelings."

Lu Shichuan listened to his questioning in a low voice, looked at his fists with white knuckles, and saw the corners of his eyes reddened by suppressed emotions in a blink of an eye, a strange feeling crossed his mind.

Even so, he still maintained such an awkward posture, without any movement to break free.

"So you think so." Lu Shichuan's eyes softened a little, "You can tell me these—"

"Tell you, and then," He Fengrong suddenly looked up at him, "is it convenient for you to laugh at me?"

Lu Shichuan frowned, "I never laughed at you."

He Fengrong pursed his lips.

Suddenly, he leaned over, wanting to kiss Lu Shichuan.

Facing his eyes, Lu Shichuan avoided them.

He Fengrong's kiss landed on Lu Shichuan's profile.

He suppressed the laughter in his throat, and the tightness in his heart was thicker, and he pretended to be relaxed, "Look, you won't even accept a kiss, but I'm deep enough. If we switch identities, I'll laugh too your."

"So, let's take what we need."