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

Cen Jing, who worked overtime until [-] pm, ordered two lattes in a coffee shop downstairs from the company.

A formal suit is casual and elegant.

It caused the young waitress in the coffee shop to look at him frequently.

After paying the money, Cen Jing handed the other cup to Zhong Ziliang who was following him, took a sip himself, held the coffee cup in his hand, looked at him and asked, "I've given you all the coffee, why don't you go back?"

"Brother, let me see you off." Zhong Ziliang said sincerely, "I'll drive for you."

Cen Jing paused, "He Cidong asked you to follow me?"

Zhong Ziliang, who couldn't last a day: "..."

Cen Jing was too sensitive, Zhong Ziliang said bravely, "No, you came back to work overtime just after going to the hospital, am I afraid that your body will not be able to bear it?"

"Go back by yourself, don't worry about me."

Cen Jing patted Zhong Ziliang on the shoulder, "Take care of Uncle Zhong."

When Cen Jing went out, he put the coffee cup that he had just taken a sip on the lid of the trash can. He doesn't drink it very often now, but he has drank He Jidong's before, so the coffee outside is not good for him now. It always feels a bit lacking in taste.

And it's not a necessity, there's no need to treat your stomach badly.

Cen Jing stood by the side of the road and let out a breath of cold air.

It always feels like the weather is getting colder.

A child held a balloon and ran past Cen Jing, behind him was an adult's voice anxiously reminding him to slow down.The windows of the whole street are decorated with lights and festoons, bringing a lively atmosphere of approaching Christmas.Cen Jing realized that before he knew it, it was almost the end of the year.

Cen Jing suddenly remembered that dream again.

At that moment, I was inexplicably emotional.

He is now in another world. Even though he has no memory of his parents, it seems that he no longer has a reason to look for memories.

Immediately, he laughed a little again, because of his sudden and inexplicable emotion.

He leaned against the car window and smoked the last cigarette on his body. Just as he was about to get in the car and leave, his cell phone rang.

He took it out and raised his eyebrows.

"What's wrong?" Cen Jing asked.

The voice from the receiver was a bit old, but the self-assertive majesty was still vividly reflected when facing Cen Jing.He said, "Take two days to come out next week."

"I'm very busy." Cen Jing didn't even bother to listen.

Cen Yaozhong: "No matter how busy you are, how can you be so busy! I discussed it with your aunt and decided to go to your mother's hometown to repair the tomb this year. Don't you always feel sorry for her? You don't want to spare this little time? "

Cen Jing mocked silently for a moment.

Question: "How dare you discuss this with your wife?"

"How are you talking?!" Cen Yaozhong was obviously hurt by him.

Cen Jing didn't want to talk to him, "It's not necessary, you're dead, and she can bless your Cen family with endless wealth by building a new grave? Or do you want her to appear in the sky, and entrust her to her son in a dream at night, and tell him To repay grievances with virtue, let you sell them and turn around and have to count the money for you?"

The original mother, Cen Jing, had never seen her before.

But those who can develop the original body to develop that kind of virtue, it can be seen that they may not be a good mother.

In the book, Yuan Bo's feelings towards his mother are quite complicated.Most of his inferiority complex and dark psychology come from her, who gave him the name of an illegitimate child at birth, led him to live in a dark alley house for many years, and brought a different man home every night.

But this mother is not bad to the end, her life is bad but she doesn't beat or scold Yuan, at most she doesn't care.

In the end, when he died, he used all his savings to leave an old small house for Yuan.

When Cen Jing just moved out from Mo Lin Yuan, he also stayed there.

The original body looked down on her and hated her.

But Cen Jing didn't know how he would feel if he put it on Yuanshen himself and heard that he went to his mother's hometown to repair her tomb.

Cen Yaozhong: "Time must be spared! When the time comes, bring He Cidong with you."

"Wait a minute." Cen Jing: "Bring congratulations?"

"You haven't gone to burn incense for your mother since you got married, so I just took this opportunity to go once." Cen Yaozhong seemed to put himself in the role of a dedicated elder, "Since you have recognized the Cen family, after so many years You, Aunt Hu, also let go of what happened back then, this time I asked Chuncheng to go with you, as a filial piety to the elders."

Cen Jing once suspected that he was hallucinating.

Although he knew that the original body's father was a "strong" person.

Back then, he was able to befriend Hu Hongliu for money, but later he still had the courage to have Yuanshen with Yuanshen's mother.

I've done everything to sell my son, and I can still put on a face afterwards that I'm only doing it for your own good.

The most proud second son, Cen Daiwen, is still going through judicial procedures. Although he has not yet entered the prison, he has completely lost his freedom in life.

Cen Jing wondered if his disgusting appearance was not obvious enough, which caused Cen Yaozhong to feel that I am your father's superiority, and now he still wants to get Cen Chuncheng in front of him.

Cen Jing hung up the phone and called He Cidong.

After a ringing sound, the other side picked it up, He Cidong: "Outside?"

"Ah." Cen Jing responded casually, frowning and asked: "Cen family, how have you dealt with it during this time?"

"Just left it like that, nothing to do with it." He Zidong seemed to be outside too, and there were noisy voices and car horns, and he asked back, "What's wrong, what's the problem?"

"The problem is serious." Cen Jing put one hand on the roof of the car, a little displeased: "Didn't the share transfer contract be signed early, and Cen Daiwen can't come out temporarily because of the Lianchungang incident, so you let such a good opportunity go." Can you lay eggs or what?"

His tone was really not good, but He Jidong's voice was as steady as ever.

Instead of continuing what Cen Jing said, he asked him: "Did Cen Yaozhong look for you?"

"Yes, he said that he was going to repair... my mother's grave, and he is the only one who believes in the reason for such a bad situation." Cen Jing said that a girl stood in front of him with a basket of roses, insisting that he buy them.

Cen Jing didn't hesitate, took out his wallet and took out a few large denominations of money and handed them over, and took a large bouquet of flowers from the girl with one hand, his face still grim, "The point is that he also called Cen Chuncheng together, It's clear that he wants his idiot son to find a way to hook you up. If you made a move early in the morning, Cen Yaozhong would have left the villa with his wife and son by now."

"Get out and then what?" He Jidong seemed to have entered a place like an underground parking lot, the surroundings became quiet, and his voice was clear and echoing, "Then I will look for you."

"He can find me." Cen Jing said coldly.

"Once or twice is fine, how long will it last?" He Cidong said: "You don't understand that blood relationship is no more than an acquired relationship, and it is also related to the social system. As long as you are still here, troubles will continue."

He Cidong seemed to get into the car, he said: "Don't worry, Qi Xiong'an's matter will take some time, I will handle it properly, be patient, huh?"

Cen Jing was taken aback by He Cidong's words, and the um passed into his ears along the phone, causing a slight itching.

Cen Jing is not used to his current attitude.

As if his emotions and mood were such an important thing.

Cen Jingshen took a deep breath and suppressed his irritability: "I'm not in a hurry, then why don't you go repair the grave by yourself."

"No problem." He Cidong said, "Together."

Cen Jing kicked the tire lightly.

A few people who looked like aunts passing by stopped beside him, and one of them smiled and said: "Oh, young man, you are holding such a large bouquet of flowers to propose to your girlfriend. What's wrong with the tires of the car? It's all right, all right." , you are so handsome, walking in front of her with flowers, all conflicts disappear."

The aunt's voice was too loud, causing many people passing by to look at him.

It's not over yet, seeing Cen Jing hasn't hung up the phone yet.

The other one said louder: "Girl, come here quickly, your boyfriend is still waiting for you by the side of the road in such a cold day."

People around let out good-natured laughter in twos and threes.

Cen Jing, who was watched innocently, felt a little helpless.

At this time, a black car drove over smoothly at the corner of the street not far away, and parked there.

He Cidong held the phone in one hand and the steering wheel in the other.

Cen Jing on the opposite side of the road is too eye-catching, and his appearance has become more and more obvious in the past six months. As long as he doesn't speak out or deliberately coerce, he can easily get a good impression from the first impression.

At this time, he was still holding a bouquet of fire-colored roses in his hand, and it was difficult for anyone to stand there without paying attention.

The little girl passing by only dared to look back frequently, and only the enthusiastic and bold aunt dared to tease him.

And even though he was still angry a second ago, facing such harmless attention, he just showed a helpless smile without losing his grace.

The onlookers dispersed under the gaze of Cen Jing's smile.

He Cidong: "Isn't it cold to wear so little?"

Cen Jing's first reaction was to glance around, he can't be blamed for being so sensitive, the feeling of being watched suddenly increased when He Cidong asked this sentence.

He Cidong: "Don't look, to the right."

Then Cen Jing held his mobile phone, across an intersection, and met the eyes of He Cidong in the car.

In fact, Cen Jing couldn't completely see the people in the car from such a distance.

He asked, "Why are you here?"

He Jidong didn't answer, but asked instead: "Do you still have a headache?"

"No." Cen Jing said.

He Cidong: "That's fine. After receiving the news from Zhong Ziliang, I just came to confirm this. Get in the car and remember to turn on the air conditioner."

Cen Jing felt a little complicated at that moment.

Because He Cidong understands so well, he always maintains a proper position, which can make Cen Jing feel his presence, but will not touch his high-voltage wires.

Cen Jing looked down at the flowers in his hand, walked a few steps, opened the trash can by the side of the road, and threw it in.

He put one hand in his pocket, and when he turned around, a jewelry store next to him happened to play Christmas songs in advance.

Cen Jing felt the coldness on the back of his hand.

Look up.

The brisk tone in his ear matched the first snow of the year in Dongcheng, so it fit the occasion.

He Cidong: "Merry Christmas."

Cen Jing: "Congratulations too, Merry Christmas."