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

Cen Jing gave up the house to Zhong Ziliang for a short period of time.

When he finally figured out that the boy was blocked and beaten under the flyover because of a woman, he really wanted to throw him out. Finally, after thinking about Uncle Zhong, he finally endured it.

Return to the villa at 11:30 at night.

He first went to the bank to deal with some of the funds on hand that day, and then met that kid Zhong Ziliang, and he felt overly hungry after returning.

Mrs. Chen was already asleep, so he thought it was troublesome and went upstairs directly.

When Cen Jing woke up with a stomachache, the house was pitch black.

He lay on the bed with his eyes open, and for a moment he thought he was still in the bachelor apartment he lived in in his previous life.But he raised his hand, and through the moonlight outside the window, he could see clearly the blue veins on the back of his hand because he was too thin, and he remembered that he was no longer the original Cen Jing.

It was also because he was not his original self that he got this dilapidated body.

Waking up with a stomachache in the middle of the night is not a good experience.

Frowning, Cen Jing touched the phone beside the bed, and saw that it was not more than two o'clock in the morning but not three o'clock.

He curled up through a colic in his stomach, and within a few minutes, the pajamas were sticky to his body due to cold sweat, making him a little uncomfortable.

Resigned to his fate, he sat up, put his hands on his stomach, and turned on the small lamp by the bed.

It was warm-toned light, instantly casting a hazy light on the entire room.

In fact, some things left in this room can still be seen the traces of people who have existed, such as the oil painting of a famous painter on the wall, the pencil for drawing design drawings left on the desk, and the inconspicuous green plants on the window sill. There are no details that Cen Jing paid special attention to, but the stomachache became clearer because of the transfer.

This is the room to be given to Yao Wenyu, this cognition suddenly made Cen Jing feel a little uncomfortable.

He frowned and simply got out of bed.

After pouring water and taking the stomach medicine on an empty stomach, I took it easy and prepared to take a bath.

Although he didn't really have a serious cleanliness fetish, the sweat made him unable to sleep.

In the bathroom, in the dense heat, Cen Jing stood under the shower with his eyes closed.

In less than 2 minutes, a gust of cold water rushed down.

Although this is not a cold day, it is still a bit unbearable to come here suddenly.

Cen Jing frantically pressed the hot and cold switch, but it still didn't work.

Fucked, and resigned himself to pulling the white towel off the shelf.

……

The Chinese-style villa that He Cidong bought is a two-story building, including a rooftop and an underground floor.Cen Jing planned to find a random guest room to see if there was water.

But when he met He Cidong holding a water glass in the corridor, he was still a little dazed.

"Why are you here?" Cen Jing asked.

He looked at the place where He Cidong came out, it was his exclusive study room, and the lights were still on inside.

Isn't this man staying with his little lover who should be with him?

Cen Jing saw that he was wearing dark blue pajamas and holding a coffee cup in his hand. He looked like he was going to work late at night. He didn't know when this man would come back.

Cen Jing stood still.

He Cidong looked him up and frowned, "You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing?"

Cen Jing's hair was still dripping, and his pajamas were also wet, and the pieces on his waist and abdomen had absorbed water and stuck to his body.He knew that he must look embarrassed and unreasonable at the moment.

Maybe He Cidong thought he was trying to seduce him in the middle of the night.

So when he noticed that He Jidong's eyes moved to his bare feet on the floor, he explained: "The hot water in my room is gone."

He Cidong withdrew his gaze, his eyes were indifferent: "I don't care."

Cen Jing raised his hand, "Yeah, count me as being passionate."

He had a bad day, and his physical condition did not allow him to stand in the corridor in the middle of the night in wet pajamas and discuss this mess with people, so he wiped himself with a towel and walked past He Jidong .

He Jidong's voice came from behind him, "The second room on the left."

Cen Jing paused and turned around.

He Jidong turned around and looked at him: "After washing, remember to wipe the floor in the corridor."

Cen Jing took two deep breaths.

Fake smile: "I know, I don't need you to remind me."

When this man really became cruel, there are probably few words in this world that can describe him properly.

Cen Jing feels indifferent because he doesn't love this person, but sometimes he really doubts how licking and abusive the original body is to be able to stay by such a person's side for so long.

Let him have to admire.

The room that He Cidong let him into was a guest room, but luckily there was hot water in the bathroom.

Cen Jing finally rinsed off smoothly.

After changing into clean pajamas, he still felt a little chilly, and sighed: "Be patient, don't catch a cold."

On the way back, he passed the corridor again, and found that the light under the study was still on, indicating that the man He Jidong stayed up working until three o'clock in the morning.

Although he and He Jidong didn't like each other, they had to admit that this pervert was not only ruthless to others, but also ruthless to himself, otherwise how could he be so successful.

Cen Jing was about to leave.

The door of the study opened again with a click, and Cen Jing and the congratulatory words that came out met their eyes.

When Cen Jing noticed that the man looked at the floor for the first time, he was speechless, and said, "Don't worry, I will wipe it for you."

He Cidong looked at him, turned around, "Come in."

The movements of Cen Jing's hands paused, not sure if he was talking to himself.

"You called me?" Cen Jing asked.

He Cidong: "Yes."

Cen Jing didn't know what the man wanted to do, he hesitated for two seconds, then pushed the door open and went in.

This was the first time he entered this study room. Except for the cleaning staff, no one in the house would enter He Cidong's private area unconsciously.

The stacked bookshelves stretched up to the ceiling. Cen Jing scanned around and found that there were a complete range of books and they were all sorted and placed on the exclusive bookshelf.

The indoor temperature is suitable, and the floor is covered with a layer of dark brown flower-colored carpet, which is very soft.

The computer on the workbench was still on, with a pile of documents beside it.

Cen Jing was not interested in his job content, so he followed behind He Cidong and asked, "What do you need from me?"

He Cidong opened some cabinet in the corner, took out a pair of gray cotton slippers, walked over and threw them at Cen Jing's feet.

Cen Jing: "..."

He Cidong: "Put it on."

"Are you sure?" Cen Jing asked again.

He really suspected that this was some new means of revenge by He Cidong. After all, a person who even asked him to wipe the floor with water, now not only let him step on his priceless carpet with bare feet, but also gave him A pair of slippers?

Is there a 10 minute gap between this?

He Cidong walked back to his working place and opened the drawer.

He took out a small bag and threw it on the table, sat down and said, "This is medicine, put on your shoes and take the medicine out. But if you want to die, just pretend I didn't tell you."

Cen Jing felt a little tired at the moment, not only physically, but also talking to He Cidong, it was really strenuous.

He simply stuffed his feet into his slippers, walked over, and picked up the medicine.

After looking through it, I found that it is a common medicine, which can treat colds, fevers, and diarrhea.

Cen Jing didn't understand anymore, he put his hands on the table, looked at the medicine, then looked at He Cidong and asked, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Have you looked in the mirror?" He Cidong asked suddenly.

Cen Jing: "Look in the mirror?"

He Zhidong: "I have met many people, including many dead and dying people." He Zhidong looked at his face and said, "It is similar to your current appearance."

Cen Jing: "..."

Is this cursing him or cursing him?

He Cidong's expression didn't look any better than it did at the beginning. The Cen Jing in his eyes is not much better than it was 10 minutes ago, his face is as white as paper, because the pajamas are low-necked, and the shoulders and collarbone are so thin that they can poke people.

Even so, this person could still take a cold shower in the middle of the night and walk back and forth in the corridor with bare feet.

He Jidong didn't remember if Cen Jing looked like this before, but now it looks a little dazzling.

Even though he was suspected of pretending to be pitiful in a play, the irritability really appeared from the moment he saw him.

It made it impossible for him to ignore it.

Cen Jing felt that he seemed to understand He Cidong's meaning.

"Are... are you worried about me?" Cen Jing asked.

He Cidong: "You have a thick skin."

Cen Jing didn't care much about his attitude, so he simply dragged the chair next to him and sat on it. The feeling of being nestled in the chair relieved the feeling of weakness in his body.

But he won't admit that he felt a little dizzy after standing for a while.

He guessed that he had low blood sugar because he didn't eat.

He Cidong: "You can die if you want, but don't die in this house. The medicine is given because I don't plan to call an ambulance to the house in the middle of the night, and then make the headlines of the newspaper the next day."

"No need to explain, I don't think so either." Cen Jing said.

He sat on the chair and swayed, thinking that the original body did not die in this house in the end.

He remembers the fate of the original body quite firmly. He remembers the environment described in the book. In the rental house less than [-] square meters, there are cockroaches and mice everywhere, and there are cobwebs in the corners, and the original body is lying on the folded sheet. Bed, finished the last journey of life.

In the end, he resented many people, the Cen family, Bai Yueguang, those who once looked down on him and bullied him.

The person he could not get through all his life and all the means of a villain was the one he had never regretted until his death.

Readers say this is the pinnacle of dog licking.

Gain pleasure in the abused environment, but also be willing to have no regrets.

But Cen Jing became him.

Unlike in the book, in the real world, he is the one who doesn't even have a chance to lie on He Cidong's bed.

In his one-man show alone, he finished the ending of the story that belonged to him and a He Cidong in his heart.

Because of understanding, Cen Jing knew that the original body had never really existed in the heart of the person in front of him.

The original body may be a paper figure, but the He Cidong in front of him is not.

So Cen Jing was extremely sober, and didn't feel that he could be so different from his original body.

And he wouldn't be so narcissistic about thinking that He Jidong could treat him differently.

There was a faint smell in He Cidong's study room, not like incense, nor just the smell of paper and ink from the pages of the book.

It smells very good, somewhat similar to He Cidong's own smell.

Cen Jing supported his head with one hand on the armrest of the chair, watching He Cidong continue to devote himself to work.He didn't leave in a hurry because the temperature here was very comfortable. This feeling was a bit like the feeling he used to work overtime in the law firm's office.

Cen Jing wiped his hair, looked at He Jidong's profile and said flatly, "Anyway, thank you for your medicine and shoes."

He Cidong stopped what he was doing and looked over.

Cen Jing maintained that posture, yawned lazily, and said, "But I don't need the medicine. I just took stomach medicine before taking a bath, and I was afraid that the medicine conflict would poison me to death. As for the slippers, they were my own when I came out. Soaked in water, I couldn't find the sandals. Yours will be returned to you after I wash them."

Cen Jing explained himself, regardless of whether He Cidong was listening or not.

When he felt that he had finished speaking, he finally stood up.

"That's right." Cen Jing thought of something, and continued: "You ask someone to come and look at the water heater at home tomorrow."

Seeing that He Cidong looked over, he didn't speak.

Suddenly, Cen Jing rubbed his face and said, "Ah, I see, I'm looking for Uncle Zhong."

He was really confused in the middle of the night, how could he find someone to solve this kind of thing.

"I'm sleepy." Cen Jing waved his hand: "Let's go."

Cen Jingji pulled his shoes out and closed the door behind him.

Cen Jing didn't realize that after he left, He Cidong didn't continue to work.

He sat silently in front of the computer, with the blue light hitting his resolute face, no one knew what he was thinking.

On the mobile phone he had at hand, there was a message from an hour ago.

The sender is Zhong Ziliang.

The content is also very simple.

——Brother, Cen Jing called you on my cell phone today, and Brother Wen Yu answered the call.

——I'm fine, I'm living here at Cen Jing, help me tell my dad that I'm going out to play for two days, so that he won't worry about asking all the time.

***

The next day, Cen Jing had a fever as expected.

When he woke up, it was already past nine o'clock in the morning, the weather was not very good, and it was raining outside.

Throat was dry and sore, swallowing saliva as if swallowing a razor blade.

When Cen Jing rolled over and got out of bed, Mrs. Chen just happened to come in with a glass of milk.

"Hey, what are you doing up?" Mrs. Chen hurried over and said, "You have a fever."

"I know." Cen Jing smiled, "It's okay."

"He said he was fine."

Aunt Chen walked to the bedside, put the milk on the cabinet and pulled him to sit down again.

Touching his forehead.He said angrily, "I couldn't wake you up because of the fever all morning. If Cidong hadn't come to see you, I think you'd be a fool today."

Cen Jing almost spit out the milk he just drank, "He Cidong has come?"

"That's right." Aunt Chen said, "At about seven o'clock, he came downstairs suddenly and said that you had a fever. That's why we found out."

Cen Jing: "..."

He touched his forehead, it was a little hot.

But he still felt a little unbelievable that He Cidong entered his room and he didn't know anything about it.

What is he doing here?

Mrs. Chen was still muttering: "A doctor will come to give you an infusion in a while. I'll make soup for you downstairs. I'll take the medicine after drinking it later."

Cen Jing couldn't help but let Mrs. Chen stuff him back under the quilt.

"Thank you, Mrs. Chen, you are the best."

"I'll be fine if one or two of you listen to me." Mrs. Chen pretended to give him a look and said, "Especially you."

"Yes, yes, I promise to be obedient in the future."

Mrs. Chen was satisfied, and while urging him to finish drinking the milk, she patted his hand and said with a smile, "But I think Cidong will love you."

The corners of Cen Jing's mouth froze, he hehe asked twice: "Are you sure?"

"There's nothing uncertain about it. You said you two don't know what's wrong with you, and you don't live together even after you're married. But I think Cidong has improved a lot recently, and he knows how to care about you. He also contacted the doctor. "

Cen Jing could only laugh along with the apology.

I thought Mrs. Chen was at fault and didn't know what He Cidong said last night.

It was probably because he was afraid that he would burn to death here, so he invited someone over.

Cen Jing already had a rough prediction about who would come, so he wasn't surprised when he saw Wei Linzhou.

Cen Jing met him once, and it was also in the villa.

But today is fine, there is no Jiang Chuan, and there is no Yao Wenyu.

He Jidong probably went to work too.

"How do you feel?" Wei Linzhou asked dutifully when he came in from the door carrying the medicine box.

Cen Jing smiled, "It's okay, I'm sorry."

"It's nothing to worry about, it's my job." Wei Linzhou also smiled.

Cen Jing found that Wei Linzhou was pretending to be like that. The Wei Linzhou described in the book was a guy with a hidden smile, and he seldom directly showed his emotions and opinions on a person.

See people talking, see ghosts talking.

Even though Cen Jing guessed that he had a bad impression of him, at this moment, they still looked harmonious.

A doctor is like a doctor, and a patient is like a patient.

Wei Linzhou skillfully took out the medicine and the hanging needle, and said, "You have some inflammation caused by a virus cold. If the fever does not subside after hanging these two bottles of water, I suggest you go to the hospital to have a look."

Cen Jing nodded: "Okay."

Cen Jing took the initiative to ask: "Doctor Wei is not busy today?"

"It's okay." Wei Linzhou glanced at him with a half-smile and said, "You caught a cold in time, and the acquisition of "Shidu" will officially start tomorrow."

Cen Jing froze for a moment before remembering that tomorrow is Tuesday.

He instantly realized that there was something in Wei Linzhou's words.

Cen Jing leaned back, relaxed his body, and laughed: "Even if I'm sick, I can't be absent from such an important occasion. Say yes, Doctor Wei."

Wei Linzhou held up his bound hands and wrapped them with tape, then smiled and said nothing.

The man's hands are a little cold, but his fingers are beautiful.

It was the first time for Wei Linzhou to observe Cen Jing from such a close distance, because his hair was a little messy just after waking up.It is true that he has a bad complexion due to a cold and a fever, but even so, the combination of this person's facial features is enough to make people feel eye-catching.

Why didn't I think this person was good-looking before?

Wei Linzhou really had the feeling of seeing a ghost.

After settling the matter on Cen Jing's side, Wei Linzhou called He Cidong as soon as he went out.

He Cidong: "How is it?"

"It's not good." Dr. Wei strode out, got into the car and closed the door, and said, "You don't know how busy I am every day. I'm a well-known surgeon at home and abroad with superb skills, and you called me over." Don’t you think it’s an overkill to hang water for a patient with a fever?”

He Cidong didn't buy it: "I asked you to find someone to come over, I didn't have to ask you to come by yourself."

"When did Mr. He ask for help from others?" Wei Linzhou didn't let him go, "Then I don't have to come and see for myself. But to be honest, I found that this Cen Jing is really different from before. "

"How to say?" He Cidong asked.

He was still talking with people, and at the same time he was dealing with Wei Linzhou on the phone.

Wei Linzhou got used to it, thought for a long time, and said, "Does it look better?"

He Cidong: "..."

Wei Linzhou: "..."

Well, what's the matter with the dog's feeling these days?

Wei Linzhou is really short of words, you have to be specific, anyway, you can't say it.

If you don't say that, it seems wrong.

He Cidong: "Understood, hang up."

"Hey..." Wei Linzhou looked at the hung up phone, "You know what!"

***

It is said that sickness comes like a mountain fall, and sickness goes like spinning silk.

Cen Jing's cold had little effect after a day of salt water, but at least he stayed in the room for a whole day, and his throat didn't hurt as much as it did at the beginning.

In the evening, He Cidong still returned to the villa, followed by his assistant Gao Yang.

Cen Jing knew that this person was the first group of people who followed He Cidong.

The work content is complicated, and He Cidong is the most important right-hand man. Even his personality is somewhat similar, and he is the type who doesn't talk too much.

When the two entered, Cen Jing was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

He was randomly locked on a channel similar to Animal World, where three leopards were working together to bite a wounded buffalo in the wasteland.

Cen Jing drooped his eyelids, looking like he was going to sleep or not.

He was holding a pillow in his hand, his hair was untied, he raised his eyelids casually when he heard the sound of entering the door and said, "I'm back."

He Cidong: "Yes."

Gao Yang who followed behind He Cidong: "..."

Dinner was being prepared in the kitchen, and Mrs. Chen came out wiping her apron with one hand and said, "Gao Yang is here, stay for dinner tonight, Xiao Jing said he didn't have an appetite, so we made dumplings."

Cen Jing raised his head on the sofa and yelled, "Pack more pork and cabbage stuffing!"

"I know, I know."

There was a burst of post-conversation laughter from the kitchen.

Gao Yang thought for a moment that he had entered the wrong place, and looked innocently at the boss next to him.

Then he found that although his boss still had that familiar face, he didn't seem surprised, and even glanced at the TV twice while hanging his clothes.

Gao Yang secretly sighed at himself for making such a fuss.

He used to come to the boss's house quite frequently, at any time of day.

But although there are quite a few people in the house, it always feels deserted, unlike now, the kitchen is bustling with dinner being prepared.In the yard, there was the sound of Uncle Zhong lecturing the new gardening apprentice.

Especially the living room.

This guy who had designed their boss's lifelong event not long ago was like a real young master at this moment.

Watching TV, sometimes playing with the mobile phone, the fruit plate is at hand, and I don't know who put a handful of colorful candies on the coffee table.

This was not the person he knew in his impression.

It's not like I just heard that he beat the young master of the Cen family uncharacteristically two days ago.

He Cidong: "Take the documents to the study upstairs first."

Only then did Gao Yang come back to his senses, he answered, and went upstairs.

Then he found that the boss who usually started working as soon as he came back, didn't follow him this time.When he went down, he found that the boss was on the phone by the gate.

The call ended quickly, and he walked straight to the other side of the sofa and sat down.

Cen Jing is even more amazing.

He was too lazy to do anything, and when he sensed that someone was coming, he pushed the plate on his knee, signaling for the person to eat and take it by himself.

He Cidong really took an orange and peeled it.

He Cidong: "Not yet?"

Cen Jing's voice was lacklustre: "You thought you were riding a rocket, how could it be so fast?"

He Cidong: "Well, you don't have to go tomorrow."

Cen Jing: "Don't worry, I will definitely be there."

He Cidong threw the orange peel on the coffee table, glanced at Cen Jing, "It's up to you, I'm going to the company first tomorrow morning."

Cen Jing: "Aren't we going together?"

He Cidong: "Gao Yang will come to pick you up."

Cen Jing: "Oh."

Gao Yang, who was arranged clearly: "..."

He Cidong didn't know that his assistant was paralyzed.

He has another residence outside, but in the past few days, he has habitually asked the driver to drive the car back here.

What is the reason, he did not go to explore.

The person next to him was wearing a thin sweater, leaning on the sofa with his legs bent, exposing a large chunk of his thin ankles.

He Cidong frowned, but he didn't say anything.

Instead, it was Cen Jing who didn't know what he found on his phone.

Suddenly sat up.

Cen Jing looked at He Cidong: "I also have conditions for tomorrow's matter."

"What?" He Cidong asked.

Cen Jing stretched out his hand: "Give me the video, or delete it in front of me."

Congratulations, Dong paused for two seconds, obviously he didn't realize what he said at first.

The moment I remembered it, my face darkened.