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

An hour later, in the middle of the carved wooden bed, two men also in pajamas were pulling the two ends of a large flowered quilt, sitting on both sides of the middle of the bed, one glaring, the other cold.

Cen Jing never expected such a troublesome method.

He tore up the quilt, his heart burning more and more, "There is no extra quilt at home, can you sleep? If you can't sleep, get out and freeze outside."

He Cidong sneered: "Then you go out, why should I listen to you?"

"Because I'm your father!" Cen Jing grabbed the pillow and threw it on him.

He Cidong sneered and stretched out his hand to block the pillow away.

When I gave the phone a sentence and an instruction just now, it seemed too good to be true. When others are drunk, they will cry and make noises and curse the street. When this person is drunk, the more self-centered and overbearing.

The key point is that he does not allow two people to share the same quilt, and tries to enclose this place as his own territory.

This is a dog's virtue.

Cen Jing took a deep breath, trying to reason with him: "He Cidong, I'm so tired, I warn you not to show me the lower limit now."

He Jidong automatically ignored the information in his words.

"Climb on my bed again." The corner of his mouth raised a mocking arc, "I didn't teach you enough lessons before?"

This person's memory after drinking only stays when the original body is still there.

Cen Jing was convinced, and was angry, "The video made your little lover announce to the world, wake up, okay?"

He Jidong stared at him for a moment, as if he wanted to see what nonsense he could come up with.

He Cidong was dressed in jet-black pajamas, and he looked a little awkward sitting on the colorful bed.

His hair was a little longer than when Cen Jing first met him, but his expression was exactly the same as when he threatened him at the banquet for the first time.

Some people drink fragments, and he has selective amnesia.

Moreover, He Jidong glanced at him up and down, and suddenly said: "I won't fuck you, stop dreaming."

Cen Jing was stunned for a long time, and almost laughed angrily.

He twirled his earlobe, seemingly puzzled: "Say it again?"

In the end, before He Cidong could speak, Cen Jing threw the quilt over He Cidong's face on the spot, pressed down with his knees on He Cidong's legs, and punched He Cidong's head to greet him.

Through the quilt, Cen Jing lost his strength at all.

There was an awkward creaking sound from the old wooden bed.

Fortunately, there was no one on this floor, otherwise Cen Jing wouldn't fight him in other people's homes.

He Cidong broke free easily and turned over directly.

Cen Jing had experienced this man's force value before, but Cen Jing was also full of evil fire, and he had no tricks with his hands and feet.A kick counts as a kick.

He Cidong's movements are more similar to judo movements.

Relying on the strength of his waist and legs, he greeted Cen Jing without clenching his fists. When Cen Jing smashed his chest with one hand, the man clamped Cen Jing's feet with one leg.

That force was so strong that it seemed to be bound by some iron tongs, and he couldn't break free at all.

Hot air was steaming around the two of them, intersecting and pulling each other.It was mainly He Cidong's. This person's body temperature was probably high because of drinking alcohol.

Because of Cen Jing's physical condition, his hands and feet are cold in winter.

So after the two get close, the feeling is especially obvious.

Cen Jing was finally trapped, holding his breath, unable to breathe, looked up at He Cidong and gritted his teeth: "Why don't you just do it?"

He thought that He Cidong would say disdain, or that it was unnecessary.

As a result, he looked at him condescendingly, and finally said: "I don't know."

Subconsciously chose to restrain rather than actually do it.

Cen Jing's hands were folded and raised above his head, and He Cidong grabbed his wrists with one hand, with great force.

Cen Jing broke free for a moment, dissatisfied: "Get up."

There was a light in the room, and it was left on because the problem of who slept in the bed was not resolved.

At this moment, Cen Jing's hair was messily spread among the quilts, and because of the emotions and entangled movements just now, his fair face and neck were dyed a layer of red.

The two buttons of the pajamas were undone, revealing a beautiful waistline at the hem.

This picture fell into He Jidong's eyes but did not cause much reaction. He kept staring at Cen Jing's eyes, looking at the unquenchable fire in his eyes.

In the end, the little mole at the end of his eye became red.

With such a posture and distance, it is easy to see how good this man is, and his emotions are easy to see at a glance.It is very different from the indifferent and alienated image with gold-rimmed glasses.

Such different images became more and more clear in He Cidong's mind.

Every word and deed, every subtle movement and expression became a frame-by-frame picture, constantly condensing before his eyes.

In the end, it formed the person under him at this moment.

After such a fuss, part of the alcohol evaporated.And the ice in He Cidong's eyes could be seen disintegrating, softening, and starting to warm up.

Cen Jing found that the strength in his hand was loosening up a little bit, and he probably understood it.

The corner of his mouth twitched: "Finally turned your head?" He Cidong immediately put his arms around his waist to lift him up, pinched the center of his brows with one hand and frowned: "Sorry."

"Farewell." Cen Jing said, "You switch so quickly, how can I scold you?"

The distance between the two was quite close, and Cen Jing could smell the faint smell of alcohol on his body.

He Cidong pressed his temple with another finger, looked at Cen Jing carefully and said, "I haven't been drunk for a long time, did you get hurt just now?"

"No." Cen Jing said truthfully, "But I want to smoke you now."

Cen Jing remembered that he was on a business trip with He Cidong once before, and when he fell asleep, others would react greatly if he approached him, so it wouldn't be surprising if he really made a move on Cen Jing.

But he didn't do anything, and directly staged a data clearing.

He Cidong suddenly smiled and said, "Let's do it."

Cen Jing was choked instead.

Make sure he's really awake.

Cen Jing glanced at him: "You don't know how much you can drink yourself?"

If you are drunk, no strangers will enter, and the land will be solidified.

It shows that this person is very wary of others in his bones, he is a person who is not easy to open his heart, and will not let people get close easily.

He Jidong glanced at his hand, reached out and pulled it over, and massaged with his thumb in circles on the spot where the red circle was on his wrist.

Through his actions, he seemed to be sorting out his thoughts little by little, returning to a normal state.

He said, "That's your family, so I can't shirk it."

"You know not." Cen Jing withdrew his hand and pressed himself.

He Cidong looked at him: "But he's not bad." When he woke up, he seemed to be fully awake, and he just said: "I also don't have parents, so I can't tell you what it's like to have, But it’s not good for people to live too alone.”

Back then when Cen Jing was single-handedly pushed to such a position, He Cidong never hesitated.

But many times now, Cen Jing's loneliness has become a thorn in He Cidong's heart.

He could foresee that if he left one day, there would be absolutely no nostalgia for him.

Maybe there are some, such as Mrs. Chen, Liu Chong, Yu Qian...

But there would be no reason why he would have to want to stay.

He Jidong has never learned how to warm a person who is cold all over, because he himself is in a similar situation.

But at least, now he wishes he had more good and friendly people around him.

For some reason, Cen Jing suddenly understood what He Cidong meant.

He looked into his eyes without speaking.

Because he never told He Jidong that for him, this was an accidental life.He can meet new people and build a new social circle.

Only family affection, he didn't care about the Cen family.

But if you really want to get something, that kind of feeling is like stealing.

Because it wasn't for him from the beginning to the end.

Cen Jing put down his hands, looked at He Cidong and said, "Can I sleep now? Fighting with you in the cold weather is like crazy, and I don't know if you are sick or I am sick."

He Cidong looked a little helpless.

He said: "The last time I drank too much was two years ago. I took off Jiang Chuan's clothes and stood in the snow for two hours. Finally, Gao Yang went to pick him up."

Cen Jing: "...Should I thank you?"

No wonder Gao Yang specially reminded him that He Cidong was difficult to deal with when he was drunk.

But Jiang Chuan and Cen Jing didn't sympathize with him at all.

"No." He Cidong pulled the quilt over him and said, "Go to sleep, it's cold."

The quilt was less than two meters wide, which was thick enough, but it was still a bit reluctant to cover two big men.As a result, when Cen Jing lay down, he either rubbed his arms against He Cidong or his knees.

Cen Jing has not been sleeping very soundly.

Both of them were lying on their backs, and then Cen Jing felt He Cidong's hand stretched out, as if to test whether his other side was exposed.

Cen Jing: "Don't move, you didn't hit me just now, so don't feel guilty."

"It's not guilt." Cen Jing closed his eyes and suddenly found a hand attached to his forehead. He Cidong said: "It's a bit far away here, and the medicines I brought are all extremely effective. If you have a fever, I dare not use them for you. I Didn't think it through."

After all, after a day of running around, the road conditions and weather are not good, and there was a lot of trouble half an hour ago.

Cen Jing was not used to him being so close, so he opened his eyes and turned to meet He Cidong's eyes.

Suddenly I remembered his phrase "I won't fuck you, stop dreaming" before the fight.

Cen Jing remained expressionless: "Why don't you let me do it again?"

He Cidong looked at him for two seconds.

"No," he said.

In the next second, He Cidong spoke again.

"You have passed the abstinence period early, so I can help you." He Zhidong's voice was right next to his head, and he probably still had most of the alcohol factor in his blood, and his voice sounded low and deep.

In the end, he pressed down and said: "But you are not in good health, it is not suitable tonight, bear it?"

Cen Jing pulled the quilt: "Get out, sleep."

A good night's sleep.

The next morning when Cen Jing woke up, he was surrounded by warmth. In the middle of last night, the feeling of another person's body temperature sticking to his vest gave him a rare good sleep.

People with poor physique are like this. Even in a well-heated room, it is difficult for the body surface to reach a comfortable temperature.

Winter is especially tough.

This is something Cen Jing has never experienced.

After all, he was healthy before.

When I opened my eyes, there was no one around.

Cen Jing put on his clothes and went downstairs.

When he walked to the door, he heard that idiot Cen Chuncheng who was with him say: "This is a crappy place, there is no air conditioner, it was so cold last night that I was shivering."

Cen Jing scanned around the yard and found that He Cidong was standing on the edge of the dam, accompanying his uncle to chat with other people in the village.

He Cidong took out a cigarette and handed it over, it seemed that they had a happy conversation.

Cen Jing was in a trance for a moment.

It's hard to connect this person in front of him with the well-dressed Congratulatory Dong in a social place where there are tens of thousands of bills.

"Are you up?" He Cidong found him and turned around to ask.

Cen nodded.

He Jidong beckoned him to come over, and then handed over a small bag.

Cen Jing took it without knowing why.

His uncle smiled and said, "Cidong said that you are not in good health, and I brought you a preventive cold medicine at the small clinic in the village early in the morning. Remember to take it after breakfast later."

Cen Jing looked at the bag, and then at He Cidong.

Then he hummed and said nothing.

The winter in the countryside is more obvious than that in the city, and the humidity of the air is denser.Because it rained yesterday, a thin layer of ice had formed on the ditches and ponds by the roadside early in the morning.

The mountains in the distance have a gray and white haze.

Even the breath was cold.

His uncle pointed to the distance and said: "Your mother's grave is just behind that piece of land. I have checked with Cidong for today's date, and it is very suitable." These big brothers will help, and we will start at nine o'clock."

Cen Jing listened with a blank mind.

He knew that some places were quite particular about this kind of thing, but judging by the date, even the inscriptions were done in advance.

Cen Jing knew nothing.

He came with some compensation and guilt for the original body, but when it came to the end, he found that he was actually the one who followed.

He Cidong arranged everything.

There may not be much sincerity, but the itinerary with He Cidong fully demonstrated his execution ability.

Before leaving the door, Cen Jing found that Cen Chuncheng had approached He Cidong at some point, talking to him.

This person has followed all the way, and now it seems that he is going to work hard.

After walking out with the things in hand, Cen Jing asked He Cidong: "What did Cen Chuncheng want you to say?"

"It's nothing more than those things."

Cen Jing understood, "You agree?"

I have never made a move, and it is inevitable to procrastinate and need to compromise some things.

He Cidong glanced at him, "Of course not. Cen Yaozhong is at the end of his game."

Cen Jing said that Cen Chuncheng's face was not right just now, and now no one has followed.

He Cidong: "Going back to Dongcheng from here is almost over, and you won't see him again in the future."

Cen Jing was annoyed that Cen Yaozhong would find trouble for him from time to time, and this time he came here to poke at a certain point deep in his heart.But if he always does this, He Cidong will definitely take measures if he doesn't do anything.

two hours later.

The wind on the top of the mountain is much stronger than that in the valley, and there is a stinging pain on the face when it blows.

Cen Jing stood in front of a tombstone with his pockets in his pocket, looking at the woman in the photo.

Very beautiful, much more beautiful than Cen Jing thought.

The photo also looks very young, with eyebrows and eyes similar to Cen Jing.

It is not wrong to say that Cen Jing looks like his mother.

It is estimated that Cen Jing's cousins ​​will come up to worship every year, so the surrounding area is not considered desolate. The whole process did not take long, and Cen Jing hardly said a word.

He didn't kowtow or burn paper.

It's like an outsider until you leave.

The way down the mountain was more difficult than the way up. Cen Jing was side by side with He Cidong from the beginning to being forced by him to walk in front.

Cen Jing: "Why don't you say a word?"

"I don't know what to say." He Cidong stood on a stone slab in a path and paused.

Cen Jing: "Yes."

In the final analysis, neither of them has the slightest relationship with Li Meilan, the one who really has relationship is the other one.

Even in Cen Jing's memory, it was just a paper figure that he had never seen before.

For He Jidong, it was a person who, even if he drank too much, he didn't want him to get close to him.

But right now he's in the middle.

This trip is over, and it seems to be blown away with the wind.

Cen Jing felt a sense of relief, as if all the hostility and difficulties brought about by this identity at the beginning became insignificant.

He Jidong looked at his profile.

Cen Jing turned his head and cast a questioning gaze.

He Cidong shook his head and smiled: "Let's go."

They didn't plan how long to stay in Fengyu Village. They set off in the afternoon and expected to arrive in the middle of the night.

After all, they are not idlers.

Surprisingly, Cen Chuncheng didn't complain at all, and left half an hour early on the pretext of hurrying.

After getting into the car, Cen Jing packed the special products that his uncle's family insisted on taking home, and handed him a red envelope.

As a result, the other party repeatedly pushed his hand and said, "You guys are really good. You gave Cidong a long time ago, so why are you paying it back?"

Cen Jing turned his head and glanced at He Cidong who was in the driver's seat, but still stuffed his letter out.

On the way back, I changed the road. Around [-]:[-] pm, the car detoured a large section of Linshan Highway.

He Cidong's skills are very good, and the journey is smooth and steady.

Cen Jing also said that changing him was rejected.

Just as he was rounding a big bend, Cen Jing instinctively noticed that He Cidong next to him looked wrong.

"What's going on?" Cen Jing asked.

He Jidong took a deep look at him, and suddenly said: "Before we leave, maybe I should promise you to drive one by yourself."

He immediately gave the answer: "The car was moved by hands and feet."

Cen Jing immediately understood who it was.

Cen Chuncheng is stupid enough, but he can't hold back his courage.

When it comes to the end, just order a big one. As long as He Cidong is dead, all problems will disappear.

Not to mention Cen's company, "Shi Du" will have no leader.

Cen Jing was too calm, he said: "It's okay, the marriage is not over yet, I don't want to be buried with you."

He Cidong suddenly laughed.

She raised her chin to signal him, "Hold on tight."