Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

Ji Xiaochuan was dumbfounded.

She didn't expect that Li Rong and Cen Xiao had such a good relationship.

Cen Wei can feed Li Rong whatever he wants, but Li Rong doesn't like to eat, so he spits it out without thinking, and Cen Wei is not angry.

So the rumors are really outrageous, Li Rong is not cold and hard to get close to, and Cen Wei is not unreasonable and bullying.

The friendship between boys is quite enviable.

Li Rong also found out that during the time they analyzed Li Baishou and Liu Tanzhi, Cen Wei had been feeding him food, but he himself hadn't eaten a bite.

"Why don't you eat it? Come and eat it!" Li Rong deliberately took a chopstick of celery from the dry pot and put it on Cen Xiao's plate, then raised his eyes and looked at him with an innocent expression.

Cen Xiao snorted softly, looked at the green celery with oil on it, and stuffed it into his mouth without changing his expression.

It's just that he doesn't like to eat, and it's not that he can't eat. He grew up savagely since he was a child, so there is no such thing as Li Rong's pretentiousness.

Cen Wei swallowed the celery and murmured, "I really have no conscience."

Ji Xiaochuan could see that carrots were not liked by Li Rong, and celery was not liked by Cen Xiao.

She asked weakly: "You...you all know what the other party doesn't like to eat?"

It's so thoughtful, I didn't expect that careless boys would pay attention to this.

Cen Wei's eyes changed for a moment, and he said briefly: "The cafeteria."

Li Rong also replied almost at the same time: "We ate in the cafeteria together."

Ji Xiaochuan nodded confusedly, and said in a low voice, "I all... love food."

Li Rong smiled, and pushed the carrot stewed beef in front of her: "Then eat more."

For one lunch, they ate for more than two hours.

Ji Xiaochuan found that Li Rong is not a picky eater, and his appetite is not good, even if it is a favorite dish, a few mouthfuls are enough.

Cen Xiao doesn't have any taboos, he can eat almost everything.

Ji Xiaochuan's belly was so round that he couldn't even hold his saliva.

She said to Li Rong: "If you want...to know about that professor, I can ask...ask my mother."

Knowing her family situation, Li Rong couldn't bear it: "Liu Tanzhi hid it on purpose, but your mother can't find out, so don't act rashly, I'm afraid of scaring the snake."

Ji Xiaochuan could only nod his head.

She didn't know what Li Rong and Cen Wei were going to do, but it must be something very important. She was very happy that she could provide her with ideas, even if this idea had brought her pain.

After dinner, Ji Xiaochuan decided to go home.

After all, all her things are at home, even if she has to accept the inexplicable anger, she has to go back.

The unsolvable predicament still weighs on me, but it seems that something is different.

She used to think that her world was dark, but as the college entrance examination approached, as she got to know Li Rong, she suddenly felt that a gap opened in the darkness and light came in.

Her sufferings are nothing compared to Li Rong's situation, but Li Rong can still live with hope.

She had a premonition that she was coming to the end of her suffering. When she became an adult, was admitted to University A, and left home, everything would be full of hope.

On Monday, Jian Fu squeezed away from Cen Ling's front desk, and sat down in front of Cen Ling: "That formalist sorority? The dogs don't even go!"

Because he said it too loudly, about half of the class heard it, and even Cui Mingyang turned his head and looked at Jian Fu with deep approval.

Jian Fu is right, this is indeed a sorority that dogs don't like to go to.

None of Hong Suo's partner companies have joined the joint chamber of commerce, so the two waves of people have been secretly stumbling each other for many years. They may not even bother to pretend, but when they go to the boundary of the fraternity association, they have to behave A beaming, harmonious scene.

Even Jiang Weide, who cursed at the mention of Hu Yuming, had to clink glasses with Hu Yuming at the sorority party and compliment him for his outstanding contribution.

With Jiang Weide's temper, this is probably the task that makes him feel that "money is hard to earn and shit is hard to eat".

Li Rong has always disliked noisy and hypocritical places, Li Qingli and Gu Nong asked him to go several times, but he refused.

So he hadn't actually seen how boring the fraternity was.

Jian Fu described it to him vividly: "They will serve a roast turkey, and then let Hong Suo and Lan Shu each have a person to cut the turkey from the middle, this is considered a handshake, according to the usual practice , everyone has to come up and cut a piece to eat, you don't know how unpalatable it is, it's so firewood and salty.

Then you have to be taken by your parents, like a repeater, clink glasses with people you have never met before and say hello and auspicious words, but you don’t take the other person seriously in your heart, and you can see it in the other person’s eyes , He didn't take you seriously, how should I put it, it's like pulling a bunch of important people over to perform an absurd drama.

How could Lanshu and Hongsuo get along well? I said that some old men are really idle. "

Li Rong lowered his eyes and listened to Jian Fu vomit bitterness like beans poured out of a bamboo tube. Obviously, he was dragged away by his parents forcibly over the years, and he accumulated a lot of complaints.

After Jian Fu finished speaking, Li Rong twitched his lips: "Not necessarily, if I represent Hong Suo, wouldn't you want to eat the turkey I cut?"

Jian Fu wanted to refute immediately, but he couldn't find a suitable explanation for a moment, and after a long pause, he finally said dryly: "That's different."

He wanted to say, we definitely don't need to pretend.

But he suddenly realized that if Li Rongzhen went to Hongsuo Research Institute in the future, and he and Cen Wei entered Lanshu, they would still be friends.

Jian Fu muttered: "That will be a few years later, let's talk about it later."

Lin Qin went to the water room to wash the tomatoes and came back. When he entered the classroom, he consciously stood by Li Rong's desk and looked at Jian Fu: "How many years later?"

Jian Fu raised his head and looked at the little tomatoes in Lin Qin's hand. He hooked his fingers, and when Lin Qin handed over the box, he grabbed two and stuffed them into his mouth.

"It's so sour!" Jian Fu frowned and swallowed the tomato reluctantly.

Lin Qin was puzzled, so he quickly grabbed one and chewed it: "Is it sour, it's okay."

This small tomato is for him to lose weight. If he is really hungry, he will eat a few, and the effect of maintaining his figure is very good.

Jian Fu said with disgust: "What kind of broken fruit are you eating? I'll bring you a durian tomorrow."

Lin Qin couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "Who told you to eat it?"

Only Li Rong seriously answered Lin Qin's question: "We're talking about Hong Suo and Lan Shu's sorority. I'm not qualified to go this year, but Cen Wei and Jian Fu still have."

He was also very calm when he talked about his disqualification, as if he would not involve the pain of his parents' absence.

Cen Wei took a deep look at Li Rong, but in the classroom, he couldn't show anything.

Jian Fu didn't have that delicate and sensitive nerves, he said bluntly: "Great New Year's Eve, I don't eat, drink and play, where do I go to become an actor?" He looked at Lin Qin again, "Hey, how do you spend New Year's Eve?"

Although Lin Qin sighed at Jian Fu's rough nerves countless times, he still had to answer his words: "Our art test class has mock interviews, and we don't have time for New Year's Eve."

Short answer: "Mock interview? Put on a show?"

Lin Qin hesitated for a moment: "Well, it's quite formal."

Jian Fu excitedly knocked on the table: "Then I'm going to watch it too. Every year I hear the news about art candidates interviewing for Waterloo."

Lin Qin: "..."

Cen Wei felt a little annoyed, and said to Lin Qin, "Take him away quickly."

Just as Lin Qin was about to say his refusal, he had to swallow it.

In fact, he didn't want to take Jianfu away...

On New Year's Eve, colorful lights were hung on the green belts along the roadside in City A, and the atmosphere of the New Year was very close.

The remaining snow on the ground has just disappeared, and apart from the biting cold, there is also a faint smell of earth in the air.

The gray trunks are painted with a meter-high whitewash, overlapping with the dark gray lampposts, looking from a distance like the patterns on a zebra.

When Cen Qing told Cen Qing that he was going to the sorority party, Cen Qing almost dropped the teacup in his hand to the ground.

Fortunately, he was not tired of exercising after becoming the president of the third district, and he quickly stabilized his mood.

"What did you say?" Cen Qing asked again.

Cen Xiao seldom came to the third district, so that the guard almost stopped him as an irrelevant person.

Fortunately, Xu Feng passed by and saw Cen Xiao at a glance, so he brought him in.

Since the last time he had an in-depth conversation with Chairman Cen, Xu Feng now sees Cen Wei always with an indescribably vigilant mentality.

He didn't know what he had to be wary of, but like the president said, Cen Xiao was no longer a child.

Cen Wei smiled, and said calmly, "Of course I'm going to see the world with you and my mother."

Cen Qing was speechless.

Cen Xiao doesn't even bother to tell a logical lie now.

Cen Qing winked at Xu Feng, motioned Xu Feng to close the door, and then asked Cen Wei with a serious face: "What exactly do you want?"

But the more he spoke harshly, the more uncertain he became.

Because no matter how alienated Cen Xiao was from him, he still had to stand by his own son in the end.

But now he doesn't even know Cen Xiao's purpose.

Cen Wei was careless, and sat down on the sofa in Cen Qing's office: "If you want to gain a firm foothold in the Ninth District, don't you need a nomination certificate? I'll choose one and see who is more suitable."

Cen Qing was still standing in front of the work chair, but Cen Xiao sat down instead.

However, Cen Qing didn't have time to worry about this trivial matter at the moment, he said coldly: "Then you asked me to watch Li Qingli's investigation team for the purpose of submitting a certificate?"

"No." Cen Wei looked directly into Cen Qing's eyes, not backing down from the coercion from the president and from his father, "It's for more important things."

He wouldn't tell Cen Qing about this more important matter, and he didn't care how much Cen Qing could investigate or guess.

Although his feelings for his parents were complicated, the only thing he could be sure of was that they didn't want him dead.

Cen Qing: "You'd better not kill me and your mother."

Cen Wei stood up and said calmly, "Don't worry, even if I die myself, I won't implicate you."

After Cen Xiao left, Cen Qing slumped down on the chair and rubbed the space between his brows wearily.

Xu Feng quickly poured him a glass of warm water: "President, what's wrong with you?"

Cen Qing shook his head, took a sip of water, calmed down, and said to himself: "I don't know why, but my chest suddenly hurts just now."

Xu Feng: "I think you are too tired from work, so you just go to the social club to relax tonight."

Cen Qing smiled wryly: "Relax? Bringing my wife with me was enough to cause headaches, but now there is another one. When the time comes, you can keep an eye on Cen Xiao and show me what he wants to do."

The sorority party between Hong Suo and Lan Shu is held at the Seven Star Hotel at [-]:[-] p.m., and it is required to arrive one hour in advance.

The weather was fine that day, and there was no wind at night. There were intermittent fireworks shows at several fireworks display points in City A. Most of the citizens gathered in the commercial area of ​​the pedestrian street, and the whole city was peaceful and peaceful.

This world seems to be a gorgeous projection made of countless pixels. At the moment when the fireworks are set off and the cheers are cheered, the mournful cries are quietly covered up.

Not many people cared about the big event that caused a lot of noise on the Internet a few months ago.

But those who care are still moving forward under the beautiful night.

At the front desk of the Changheng Hotel opposite the Seven Star Hotel, Li Rong handed over his ID card and said politely, "Help me open a room."

The receptionist looked at Li Rong and Cen Wei, and then stretched out his hand in front of Cen Ling: "Sir, you have to give me your ID card too."

Although no one is staring at them yet, Li Rong is still unwilling to have too many intersections with Cen Xiao.

Li Rong: "He will leave after an hour."

The front desk smiled meaningfully, and flatly refused: "No sir, you have to register for half an hour, and you also know that there are many people on New Year's Eve today, for the sake of safety...we treat every pair of customers equally. "

Cen Xiao took a deep breath, unwilling to get entangled in such a trivial matter, so he took out his ID card on his own initiative.

After completing the registration at the front desk, he handed over the room card and ID card to Li Rong, and then said kindly: "Our hotel doesn't need to bring that one, it's on the bedside table, and it's provided for free, thank you for your cooperation."

Li Rong's eyelids twitched slightly, and he felt a little headache: "We're not here...forget it."