After being cheated into marriage by ex-boyfriend[Transmigration Book]

He Jidong's black coat on his elbows rubbed against Cen Jing's shoulder, and he looked down at Cen Jing's face, "Get up."

It's not getting up, it's getting up.

The tone is flat.

The threats and warnings from the reception seemed to have exhausted his patience, and Cen Jing didn't doubt that he was no different from a dead person in his eyes.

It is only a matter of time for him to solve the Cen family.

Cen Jing knew that his best choice now was to follow him.

But Cen Jing doesn't really want to do that, after all, he hasn't learned how to write the word "obedience" in his whole life.

"Dizziness, can't get up." Still in a lazy tone.

He Jidong didn't move, just kept looking at him in that position.

Cen Jing went up to meet him: "Do you have anything else to do?"

"Go outside and smoke."

Cen Jing looked at the smoke on his fingertips unexpectedly, and raised his eyebrows.He remembered that it was mentioned in the book that He Cidong didn't like the smell of cigarettes, and he was obsessed with cleanliness, so the room had to be cleaned every day.

In the next second, Cen Jing really stood up. Now that the spirit of alcohol was a little bit high, he swayed a bit before he stood still.

On the stone steps, Cen Jing was nearly half a head shorter than He Cidong.

But he was not afraid, took another puff, then lit the cigarette ash in his hand, and said deliberately to He Jidong's gaze: "But I'm already outside, where do you want me to go?"

He Cidong approached, caught Cen Jing's jaw unexpectedly.

The incident at the reception was repeated again, and Cen Jing's cordial greeting barely stopped at the corner of his mouth.Because He Jidong's purpose this time didn't seem to be to grab his throat, but to stick his fingers up and jam Cen Jing's cheek.

Cen Jing, who was forced into an O-shaped mouth: "..."

Brother, can we play the cards according to the routine?

He Cidong's scrutinizing eyes wandered around Cen Jing's face, and finally met his eyes.

"Something is wrong with you." He Cidong said.

Cen Jing's cold sweat broke out from this moment.

He seemed to hear the sound of stagnant air, and the flickering sparks at his fingertips and the curling smoke around him became the only existences in this square inch.

In fact, he never thought about continuing to be the original Cen Jing, and he also knew that it was only a matter of time before he was questioned and discovered.

But this kind of shock came too real, firstly because it was a little sudden, and secondly because this person was none other than He Cidong.

The eyes of this man in front of him have a kind of oppressiveness, even though he is well-dressed.In his previous life, Cen Jing had been in contact with people of all schools and schools, and he knew very well that he could not become such a person without inhuman experiences.

This is in line with He Cidong's character who crawled out of the gutter.

Cen Jing regained his composure and broke free from his grasp.

Sneered: "Of course it's different, Cen Jing died long ago."

He pressed his sore cheeks with the back of his hand. He always felt that the image just now was too stupid, so that he didn't have the momentum to speak harshly now.

Cen Jing half-truthfully said: "Since the night you brought Yao Wenyu back, the former Cen Jing has died. He Cidong, we have come to this stage, you don't expect me to be like before Follow you shamelessly? Since we both hate each other, from today on, I, Cen Jing, will be Cen Jing, and you, He Cidong, will be He Cidong."

Because of the video, Cen Jing found that there were some differences between the book and the reality, or that the book was too one-sided and there were some loopholes.

It was true that He Jidong abused him from beginning to end, but there was no such thing as sex.

As for whether there are others, there is no way to check.

But he didn't want to pretend, and he was too lazy to act.

I think this is very good, and when the time comes, everyone is happy.

He Ci Dongyin couldn't see his expression clearly in the dark, and Cen Jing didn't know what he was thinking.

If he didn't speak, Cen Jing couldn't judge.

In the end, I don't know whether it was five seconds or ten seconds, but Cen Jing heard him say, "Yes."

Cen Jing: "?"

He Cidong: "But you'd better not let me catch anything."

What he said was a little subtle, and Cen Jing knew that he probably didn't believe what he said, but he didn't know whether he didn't believe that he would not pester him in the future, or whether he didn't believe the rhetoric that Cen Jing was dead.

But it doesn't matter, the stomach pain intensified when I was nervous just now.

Cen Jing frowned, grabbed a handful of messy hair, and pointed behind him: "Ask someone to open the door."

Seeing He Cidong's glance, Cen Jing explained: "I don't have Uncle Zhong's phone number."

Uncle Zhong is the housekeeper, over 60 years old.

It is said that he met him in He Ci Donghun Street and helped him for more than ten years.

After He Cidong bought the house, he brought people here.

He Jidong ignored him, went straight to the edge of the steps, and rang the electronic doorbell.

Cen Jing, who was completely ignored, watched his movements, and felt for the first time that his brain was damaged by wearing books.

The door was quickly opened, Cen Jing touched his nose, and followed in without embarrassment at all.

As soon as he got behind He Cidong, he stopped suddenly, and Cen Jing's nose almost hit his back.

"What are you doing?" Cen Jing asked.

He Cidong turned his head and looked at his hand.

Cen Jing followed his gaze and found out what he meant, raised his hand in surrender, threw the cigarette butt and crushed it under his feet.

He signaled to him that it's okay now, but He Jidong threw him the back of the head.

As soon as he stepped through the door, Uncle Zhong obviously didn't expect He Cidong to come back with Cen Jing.

After being dazed for a while, he stretched out his hand to take the coat from He Cidong's hand, and said, "Why didn't you tell me in advance when you came back? Are you hungry? There is still a supper in the kitchen."

"No need." He Cidong said, "I'm not hungry."

"I'm hungry Uncle Zhong." Cen Jing who was walking behind answered naturally, "I want porridge."

Uncle Zhong stopped when he heard his voice, turned his head to look at his appearance, and blamed him: "Drinking? The doctor said that you have a bad stomach, why are you so disobedient?"

Cen Jing stretched out his hand to compare, and smiled: "Just a little bit."

Entering the gate of the villa is a huge open porch, and then passing a small arched wooden bridge to the courtyard.

There is running water under the bridge, and the sound of gurgling water can be heard.

He Cidong paused on the bridge, and heard the conversation behind him still going on.

Uncle Zhong: "Not at all, and why did you go so late?"

Cen Jing: "I invited friends to have a barbecue."

Uncle Zhong: "No wonder you smell of oily smoke all over your body. Go, go upstairs and take a shower. I'll ask Mrs. Chen to prepare the porridge. Come down and drink it after washing."

Cen Jing: "Thank you, Uncle Zhong."

He Cidong was in a daze for a second or two, but he quickly regained his senses and walked inside.

Cen Jing didn't notice his movements at all.

It was only after Cen Jing woke up that he realized that this family was different from many people in the outside world. Uncle Zhong and the others had never had much contact with the original body, so they didn't understand the right and wrong of the matter.

All he knew was that Cen Jing married He Cidong and would live here in the future.

The thinking of the older generation is always a bit old-fashioned, thinking that no matter how they get together, it is a fact to get married.

And they spent a week with the current Cen Jing, and felt that he was very different from what the people outside said.

The child was not in good health, and was put into a coma in cold water for a week when he was just married.The old man originally treated He Cidong as his own child, thinking that he is not a careful and caring master, and usually treats people coldly.

When Cen Jing went upstairs, he vomited while holding the toilet.

Alcohol hurts people secretly.

He and He Cidong did not live together, this room was actually not the wedding room arranged for the wedding, but a guest room that had been prepared for Yao Wenyu for a long time.

Cen Jing later learned from Uncle Zhong and the others that Yao Wenyu would occasionally come to live after returning home.

As for why he lives here now.

Naturally, Yuanshen couldn't stand the place where he married He Jidong, where there were such eye-catching traces of another man's existence.

When Cen Jing woke up, he was already in this room.

It doesn't matter where he is, and thinking that there is no need to move, he asked the aunt at home to put the original things in the room into another room and live here.

When Cen Jing took a shower and went downstairs.

The fundus of the eyes was a little red due to the excessive stimulation of vomiting, and the tiredness was also obvious.

As soon as he went downstairs, he ran into Mrs. Chen who came out of the kitchen with porridge. Cen Jing said hello, and Mrs. Chen looked at him worriedly and said, "I made you hangover soup, drink it later."

Cen nodded his head: "Okay."

When he walked around to the living room, he realized that the person who said he was not hungry just now was sitting at the dining table drinking soup.

He Cidong took a shower as soon as he saw it, he was wearing a cotton padded jacket, and his hair was still steamy.

I don't know if this person has stayed in the position of the superior for too long, with broad shoulders and long legs, even if he randomly moves to the side, the air is even thinner.

Like a dormant lion, still a beast at heart.

Sister-in-law Chen came over to greet Cen Jing from behind and said, "Sit down, what are you doing stupidly?"

Cen Jing dragged a stool casually and sat down at the dining table, while listening to Mrs. Chen rambling, "You two are too. You are still drinking when you go out in the middle of the night. You can't spoil your body like this when you are young."

This kind of nagging was basically something Cen Jing had never experienced before.

He didn't feel impatient, but felt a little warm in such a night.

Mrs. Chen was still saying, "Cidong, I think Xiaojing's complexion is really bad. Don't you have a friend who is a doctor? Let him have a look. His face is so pale that you can't even look at it."

Reflexively, Cen Jing touched his face and looked innocently at Aunt Chen.

Then Cen Jing noticed that He Cidong raised his head and glanced at him, bluntly: "What he needs is not a surgeon."

The meaning is very simple, you can't see it.

He should think that Cen Jing needs a psychiatrist.

Even Mrs. Chen was choked.

Cen Jing rolled his eyes inwardly, smiled and comforted Mrs. Chen and said, "Sister-in-law Chen, I'm fine. I'll be fine after drinking your porridge."

His body was caused by his childhood, it was not raised well in the mother's womb, and the original mother was doing that kind of work, and the living environment was bad.Hungry and full meals are commonplace.In addition, the original mind is heavy, the insomnia is serious, and there is no concept of recuperation and maintenance. The lining has long been broken, and high fever occurs at every turn.

In his previous life, Cen Jing knew a Chinese medicine doctor because of his work.

Knowing this situation can only be recuperated slowly, and talking too much about it is nonsense.

Thinking of this, Cen Jing started to have a headache again.

This person did not have the young master's life, and he really suffered from the illness of the young master Jingui, so he couldn't be too tired or think about it.

Fortunately, there is still one year in the marriage relationship, enough for him to slowly figure out the way forward. Although He Cidong is not very good, he has not deliberately abused him in life.

Mrs. Chen and the others are also very good.

Mrs. Chen was finally amused by his words, turned around and left.

Cen Jing turned around and found that He Cidong was still looking at him.

Annoyed: "What are you looking at?"

"See how you pretend." He Cidong put down the spoon methodically, and said, "Since you've acted, let's perform to the end. I'll see how long you can last."

Cen Jing's expression was indescribable.

Cen Jing knew that He Cidong would be fine if he didn't kill him, so he didn't care about his life.

He would use the utmost malice to speculate on his every move, and it was naturally impossible for Cen Jing to trust this person.I like Uncle Zhong and the others out of heart, and it really has nothing to do with acting skills.

There was no communication between the two after that.

This person probably felt that he was really off-putting here, so he went upstairs directly after drinking half of the soup.

Cen Jing wished he was not there.

He didn't know why He Jidong suddenly came back to live today without Bai Yueguang, but this was He Jidong's house, so he was the one who lived there temporarily, and he didn't have much right to speak.

Thinking about it is also very sad.

Before going to bed, Cen Jing asked Mrs. Chen for stomach medicine, and fell asleep after taking it.

Sleeped much more peacefully than expected.

Woke up at [-] o'clock the next day, the orange morning sun outside the window dyed the horizon of the distant city with a hazy gleam, opened the carved wooden windows on the second floor, and the air was mixed with morning dew and green grass.

Uncle Zhong was watering the flowers in the yard, and Cen Jing held the window to say hello.

Uncle Zhong asked him to go downstairs for breakfast.

Cen Jing's good mood only lasted until he changed his clothes and went downstairs.

Because just as he was walking on the stairs, he heard a sentence: "What did that idiot Cen Jing think? He went to the reception to make trouble. Now everyone in the circle doesn't know that he is shy and chasing Brother Dong to confess, he is even worse than a dog. "

Cen Jing found that these people were always short of words, and it seemed that the only way to scold him was a dog.

Cen Jing knocked on the railing.

Leaning on it with half of his body, he looked at the young man in the living room and said, "Dude, fell into the cesspit early in the morning, look at your stinky mouth and virtue."

It just so happened that someone came out of the kitchen, and it was He Cidong who was holding coffee.

Cen Jing: "Also, ask your Brother Dong if I chased him to confess yesterday."

He Cidong was the first to find him, there is a saying that the first to flirt is cheap.

Early in the morning, it must be unpleasant.

Seeing that young man's expression of hell, he looked like he was in his early twenties, he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, so he turned to look for He Cidong.Cen Jing: "You haven't been weaned? You haven't graduated from the nine-year compulsory education? Wouldn't it be nice to go back and find your mother to give you warmth? You are so smart, you scolding idiot at other people's house... Don't look at me like that, cry at a dog, let me Doubt that livestock are all higher animals in your eyes."

Cen Jing shot like a cannonball.

He didn't wear the dull clothes of the original body today, just a light-colored casual outfit.

Because of the long hair, he casually grabbed a handful and tied it at the back of his head, revealing a smooth forehead and a sharp facial contour because of his thinness.

He has a tendency to get up, especially when he's not sober and being scolded.

That mouth, which has been practiced in court and has turned countless colleagues into autism in private, opened its mouth one step ahead of the brain.

The young man was clearly numb.

He Cidong, who was originally holding a coffee cup, had already arrived in front of the sofa in the living room.

He put the cup on the coffee table and looked at the people on the railing.

He waved casually to signal him to come down.