Male god encounters scheming

From the court photos to the few campus photos from the student days, the last few pages are all group photos of artists in the company.Zhou Han seemed to want to remember the first half of Cen Mo's life in his mind, watching it very engrossed.

Then he stopped on the last page.

"This is...me?" Zhou Han raised his head, staring at Cen Mo with deep eyes, "When did you take the picture?"

To Cen Mo, these words are equivalent to "When did you know me?"

Damn, he actually forgot about this photo!

Zhou Han didn't give Cen Mo time to talk, and directly took off the photo: "Ai Li is unlikely to get drunk like this, and I only picked him up once. If I remember correctly, it must have been two years. The CG celebrated that night feast……"

Cen Mo: ...

Zhou Han: ...

"So we didn't meet for the first time at the company or the hotel, right?"

Cen Mo: ...

"You have known me for a long time, but you just pretended not to know me." Zhou Han handed the photo to Cen Mo, his mind spinning rapidly, "You still saved the photo... Maybe you have investigated me too."

As smart as Zhou Han, how could he fail to see what this photo represented.

Cen Mo was silent.

"No wonder I thought you were special...to my liking from the very beginning. Hehe. It turns out that you have done your homework in advance and everything is prepared."

The atmosphere was suffocated to the extreme, Zhou Han stood up: "What are you doing for? A few sentences in the previous paragraph are true. Is it interesting for you to do this..."

Of course there is!Cen Mo shouted in his heart.But he couldn't say anything.

This is the last thing Cen Mo wants to happen. What he wants to get by thousands of means, what he worries day and night that he will lose it, and what he tries his best to hide, is all gone now.Just yesterday they had dinner together and watched TV together...

But now.

He couldn't even raise his eyes to look directly, and knew without thinking, how could Zhou Han forgive and accept a person who was plotting against him all the time.

Everything is fake.

That's too late.

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58 The Prelude to the End of the Fourth Round ([-])

The end of the fourth round 1

Zhou Han sensed his sudden depression and glanced at him.

Cen Mo still lowered his head and said nothing, but his fingers holding the photo trembled slightly.

It's not that he didn't expect to be exposed one day, but when he really faced Zhou Han's disappointed and indifferent eyes, he was so heartbroken that he couldn't say anything.

He finally had to admit that he was too deep in this relationship.

Unexpectedly, he was the one who played tricks first, but he was also the one who lost his heart first...

Zhou Han rolled up his sleeves to help him wash the dishes, Zhou Han bent down to clean up the trash can, Zhou Han squinted his eyes and ate his cooking, Zhou Han leaned over and kissed his cheek... I don't know when it started, Cen Mo pretended for too long , forgetting the original intention.

Get Zhou Han's heart first, and fall in love with him at a safe distance so that you won't get hurt.He planned it well.But in getting along with each other for a long time, he once again surrendered his sincerity.

Unknowingly, the love was too deep and too sincere, just because of Zhou Han's contact with a strange woman, he messed up his stitches, got drunk, lost control, and even leaked...

Cen Mo buried his head on the photo album, many words were on his lips but he knew that no amount of explanation would be of any use.

Or if it wasn't this time, it would be the next time. When he was getting more and more unable to put on the look he wanted to put on in front of Zhou Han, he should have realized that there would be such a day.

If you give your true feelings when playing scheming, it is impossible to win.

He was still in a daze when he heard Zhou Han's cold voice saying: "I don't want the things that are here with you. Please help me throw them away."

Cen Mo's shoulders stiffened, and he resisted not moving.

Zhou Han hesitated to speak, waited for a while and finally said the cruelest sentence: "...so be it."

He turned around, took his clothes and went out, and stopped to change when he walked to the living room.He was used to hanging his coat on the sofa when he came back, and now it's easy.

He looked around and slowed down.I haven't lived in this place for a long time, and it is said that I won't miss it much, but when I want to leave, there is an indescribable feeling.In fact, he also understands that it is not just a house to bid farewell at this moment.

There is also a relationship.

As proud as he is, how can he tolerate being deceived and calculated all the time.People who think they get along well and are destined to get along well, but in the end they find out that they are pretending.

Zhou Han curled his lips mockingly, maybe the real Cen Mo doesn't like to cook at all, and he doesn't have the enthusiasm for electronic motors, even the gentleness is fake.

……

That being the case, why both of them have to work hard?

He picked up his coat and started to leave, when he suddenly kicked a stack of books next to the sofa.

The books are really not organized well, because the owner often picks out a book to study, and puts it back too casually. The book stand was already crumbling, but Zhou Han kicked the whole stack to pieces on the ground.

In the middle of the night, the living room did not turn on the lights, only the sporadic street lights outside the window reflected the moonlight, bringing a faint light from the deserted place to illuminate the embarrassment of the place.

Zhou Han slowly squatted down...

Cen Mo followed the sound and walked to the door.Without going any further, you can see Zhou Han in the living room silently picking up books one by one from the ground and stacking them into a neat pile.

He has always done housework more neatly than Cenmo. After we got together, Zhou Han basically did all the housework in this house.

Cen Mo was only in charge of the kitchen.In fact, even the kitchen is often cleaned by Zhou Han.

In the eyes of others, he is a standard tall, rich and handsome man who even started his own company, but in fact, Zhou Han is very homely.

Cen Mo opened his mouth, and finally said in a low voice: "Don't do it, let me do it myself..."

Zhou Han paused for a moment, then turned his head with a book: "There is no need to get it, do you still need to read these books now? Let me throw them away for you."

What he held in his hand was "Analysis of Motor Structure", which Zhou Han brought to Cen Mo from school.In fact, Cen Mo couldn't understand the professional books, but in order to repair the old antique in the first round of the rematch, he tried his best to read the professional books, and of course he also had to consult his own master.

The rote memorization during that time was really bittersweet and joyful, but now recalling it is nothing better...

"No." Cen Mo ran over in a few steps, snatched the book from his hand and pressed it to his chest, "I'll clean it up myself, you don't need to throw it away."

Zhou Han sneered: "Why pretend now. You never liked these things..."

Cen Mo was shocked, and raised his eyes to stare at him: "I don't like circuit boards, motor cores, and crooked wires, so what!"

Zhou Han: ...

Cen Mo's voice grew louder: "Yes, I knew you two years ago. That night you came to pick up Ellie, and I sat in the innermost corner. I wasn't drunk because I was in charge of that night. Photography. Then I took that photo and investigated you for half a year, what do you like, what are you doing, who are in your family, what is your relationship like, why don’t you live in a mansion, what company do you open... I know everything .so what!"

Zhou Han: ...

Cen Mo said that the circles of his eyes turned red unconsciously, and even his voice choked up: "I only learned how to repair motors and how to cook for you to get close to you...you guessed it, I did all of these on purpose, then So what! You don't like others to lie to you, so it's not hard for me to lie to you! Who makes you invulnerable like an iron bucket!"

The more Zhou Han listened, the more ugly his expression became.

On the other hand, Cen Mo has already opened up the chatterbox, so he just sat down on the sofa and wiped his eyes: "When you were a graduate student, there was a school girl who chased you for three years, but in the end, everyone graduated, and you didn't." Tell her a word! Tell me, do you remember who that is?"

Zhou Han thought about it, but he really didn't remember the existence of such a girl.

"If I stayed quietly and waited for you, I would be like countless men and women who have been ignored by you, and now you won't remember my name!" Cen Mo said, "How can a simple person catch you ..."

Instead of being angry, Zhou Han smiled: "...So you are still right?"

Cen Mo poked his neck: "This is a strategy! A way of fighting!"

Zhou Han was almost laughed angrily by him, so he twitched the corner of his mouth and said coldly: "You mean to treat the relationship between two people as a war, know yourself and your enemy, and fight without deceit? Is that right?"

"Aren't feelings a war to some extent?"

Zhou Han put away the last book, stood up and patted his pants: "So we...can't agree."

Cen Mo jumped up all of a sudden, and shouted flatly: "Zhou Han!"

His face was flushed red, and there were still teardrops in his eyes. He looked extremely weak, but his voice was still pretending to be domineering: "Zhou Han! What do you mean when you can't agree?"

Zhou Han raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Cen Mo raised his face and stubbornly bit his lower lip, but his voice suddenly softened: "Then tell me, how do we talk about it...well."

Zhou Han: ...

Cen Mo: "If... I don't... pretend in the future, will you still be with me?"

His voice was so low that it was almost inaudible: "If I'm particularly lazy, have a vicious tongue, hate troublesome things...and like to do small tricks behind my back...you shouldn't be able to accept it, right?"

"What if I change everything?"

……

Qiao Shaoheng didn't get up until noon.

After returning to China, he has been living in his parents' house. He has a meal at noon in the morning, plays games and teases his mother at home in the afternoon, and sneaks out to play all night at night.The days could not be more leisurely and leisurely.

I have lived in the UK for the past few years, and I have to travel around for my studies and work. I am not so comfortable asking my family for money.Finally, he survived until his father allowed him to return home.

only after coming back