After being reborn, the substitute turns into a green tea essence

Song Mohan thought absurdly and ridiculously uncontrollably, the hands beside him clenched into fists at some point, his thin lips were pursed tightly, his complexion was very ugly, as dark as the bottom of a pot.

He sat heavily on the bed, originally intending to drag the sleeping person up to question him.But when he looked at this slightly blush pure face, and thought that he would become so pitiful due to his force, he couldn't bear it, so he withdrew his outstretched hand a little, and only landed on Cen Luo's ruddy face. On the lips, pressed twice lightly, and the soft lips sank with his movements, sticking to his fingertips.

The chest was inexplicably depressed, as if trapped by something, Song Mohan had the illusion of difficulty breathing.

Cen Luo opened his eyes in a daze, his brain was still a little dull, but the alcohol in his body had dissipated a lot.He seemed to see Song Mohan staring at him with strong emotions in his eyes.

Cen Luo couldn't believe the feeling that as long as he was there, he had to be him. At this moment, he forgot the rebirth, the hatred, and only remembered the love he saw for the first time when he was 18 years old.

"Mohan..."

Song Mohan's heart trembled violently.

Cen Luo's eyes were bright and soft, frankly proclaiming his fascination and desire for him.

Cen Luo called his name!

Can't go wrong!

Cen Luo didn't think so, and there would be no one else...

Both of them couldn't look away, and their eyes intertwined and heated up in the air. Song Mohan pinched Cen Luo's chin and kissed him.

Song Mohan's facial features suddenly magnified in front of Cen Luo's eyes, and the kiss on his lips was as soft as cotton, but it was as urgent as a storm coming.Cen Luo's mind was dizzy, he simply closed his eyes, and responded to the kiss.

Feeling that Cen Luo began to actively respond to his kisses, and even put the bracelet around his neck, pulling him off, this long-lost enthusiasm made Song Mohan's breath stagnant, his heart began to beat more violently, and his fingers passed through Cen Luo's mouth. The hair, making him get closer to her, eagerly deepening the kiss.

Both of them are like travelers who have been walking in the scorching and dry desert for too long, greedily longing for a trace of coolness that can only be obtained from each other, the more they kiss, the tighter and lingering they are, even the tiny gaps in each breath can attract A deeper request, in the silent bedroom, only the breathing of the other party and the blushing sound of water can be heard in the ear.

Cen Luo sank deep into the soft bed, and his mind was also filled with dizzy feelings. He felt Song Mohan's hands rubbing his hair against his body temperature, and seemed to fall into an illusory net, which made him gasp not come.

Feeling that the other party's hand unbuttoned his shirt and poked in, wrapped around his waist and squeezed it heavily, he couldn't help snorting: "Um..."

Only then did Song Mohan let go of him, propped himself on top of him, and looked at him with burning eyes. The possessive desire in his eyes made his already chaotic heart beat faster to the point of exploding again.

Song Mohan stared at his more moist and bright red lips after the kiss, even a little swollen, Cen Luo even looked at him with watery eyes, misty and a little apprehensive.

He suddenly remembered their first time, Cen Luo looked up at him like now, he had never been so irrational and wanted to get close to a person.Even he himself was surprised that he yearned for Cen Luo to such an extent.

At this moment, he wanted to drive out all the irrelevant people in Cen Luo's mind. Cen Luo could only love him and belong to him.

He lowered his head again and kissed Cen Luo's Adam's Apple, which was exposed to the air when he raised his head up. When it was trembling weakly, he took a malicious bite on it, and heard a groan leaking from Cen Luo's throat. Suck and lick on his neck and collarbone, leaving a string of ambiguous marks, further down.

After all, having been intimate for more than a year, Song Mohan knew his body well enough to easily disrupt his breathing completely.

Intermittent panting melted into the surroundings, and it seemed that the air he breathed became hot and humid. Song Mohan heard Cen Luo calling him uncontrollably: "Mohan..."

"Huh?" Song Mohan replied confidently.

But Cen Luo didn't say anything, but called his name again after a while.

Cen Luo felt that the invisible net was getting tighter and tighter, wrapping and twisting him, throwing him aground on the shore, making him hold on to the person in front of him, floating and sinking with the tide, and a deeper joy burst out from the pain.

......

When Cen Luo woke up on the bed, he stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, then turned his head suddenly, the folds of the sheets fully proved what happened last night.

His heart sank heavily.

Scattered memories jumped out one by one, and he actually made Song Mohan so happy...

At this moment, his cell phone rang. Cen Luo picked it up and looked at it. His expression became more rigid. It was a message from Song Mohan.

"Lolo, I'm not coming back tonight, don't wait for me."

Cen Luo hit the bed with a fist in an instant.

Scumbag!Who will wait for you!

Although this was the first time Song Mohan reported that he would not come back at night, Cen Luo was extremely upset.

Because Song Mohan had a great time last night, he won't be back tonight!

On the other side, Song Mohan went out early refreshed and refreshed. After arriving at the company, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise every few moments.

Thinking of Cen Luo's active cooperation last night, I felt numbness in my heart.

Secretary Zhao has been with the boss for so long, and it's the first time he's seen such uncontrollable hair. If the boss is happy, he will be happy too. This is the rule of social animals.

But after he answered a phone call, he became anxious and worried.

Secretary Zhao entered Song Mohan's office cautiously.

"Mr. Song, the capital hospital called and said that the wife and the young master died. Master Xu injured his spine when he landed and is undergoing surgery. According to the current situation, the doctor is basically going to be paralyzed..."

"Understood, book a plane ticket for me, I'll go and have a look." Song Mohan spoke concisely and calmly.

Sweat dripped from Secretary Zhao's forehead. Reporting the boss's funeral was thankless. He was sad and you were afraid. He was not sad, but you were even more afraid.

"Okay, I'll book the fastest flight."

"No, just look at it." Song Mohan lowered his head and sent a message to Cen Luo.

The temperature in Capital City is lower than that in City A. The corridors of the VIP wards of the Capital Hospital are deserted. The intern nurse looks up at the group of people. The leading man is well-dressed, tall and straight, with calm eyes and steady steps. He paused, then strode in again.

For a year or two, Song Mohan hadn't seen Xu Zhouguo. The last time we met was at a charity dinner. Xu Zhouguo brought his wife and children, drinking and drinking. Although he no longer had a position in the Song Group, he was still a With the appearance of a successful person in the upper class, who would have thought that 30 years ago, this was a poor boy who came out of the mountains?

The anesthesia for the operation had basically faded away. Xu Zhouguo was shocked when he saw his face, which was full of scars. He struggled to get up with his hands and feet, but he could no longer use his hands and feet, and could only move pitifully like a worm. A few heads.

Song Mohan folded his arms and leaned against the wall with a relaxed posture, as leisurely and elegant as admiring a world-famous painting.

"What are you doing?!" Xu Zhouguo panted heavily, struggling to raise his hand and ring the bell for help.

Song Mohan stood up straight, and thoughtfully helped him press the beeper, and the corner of his mouth slightly hooked: "Send a wheelchair here, my father wants to see the remains of his wife and children."

The blood on Xu Zhouguo's face faded completely, he vaguely realized what he wanted to do, and shouted hoarsely: "I won't go, stay away from me!"

It's a pity that the medical staff in the VIP area have just been informed by Song Mohan's people not to interfere.

The mortuary was lit with a faint blue light, and the piercing cold air rushed towards the face. Corpses, one large and one small, lay quietly on the mortuary table, covered with a thin white cloth. Song Mohan pushed the wheelchair and walked in. Xu Zhouguo shouted loudly. He was dumb, but when he entered the morgue, he suddenly became silent, his whole body trembled, and he closed his eyes in horror, not daring to look at the corpse.

Song Mohan asked his subordinates to lift up the white cloth, and the body that came into view was horrible, distorted like two snakes, and it was difficult to distinguish the faces.

On the plane to the capital city, Song Mohan figured out what happened. Xu Zhouguo's helicopter had only one parachute, and Xu Zhouguo used it. The mother and son could only wait on it to die.

Song Mohan tapped on the cold iron bed with his fingertips, and looked at it alone for a while, then looked at Xu Zhouguo, who was looking back, "Don't you want to say goodbye to your wife and children?"

"What on earth do you want to do?! My surname is Song, I have quit your Song family, what else do you want to do? I don't owe your Song family anything at all. I have been a cow and a horse in your family for so many years, and now everything is in vain. I deserve it! Don't be like your mother who is mentally ill and think that I owe you the Song family." Xu Zhouguo gasped for breath after speaking, but still didn't dare to open his eyes.

Song Mohan let out a low laugh, stepped forward a few steps, and suddenly pushed the wheelchair to the morgue. Regardless of Xu Zhouguo's screams, he pressed his face against the pile of red, white and white things with one hand.

You can feel the hell on earth without opening your eyes!

"Do you know what this sticky puddle is?" Song Mohan said in a calm tone, "Amniotic fluid, she still has one in her stomach."

Xu Zhouguo's lips trembled, wishing he could lose his hearing at this moment, so that he wouldn't have to hear those harsh words.

Song Mohan let go of him and continued: "That's right. Your son didn't die until he was sent to the hospital, and the ambulance kept calling Dad."

"Song, Song Mohan, that crazy mother of yours should have taken you to jump and jump into the river together. Also, you should have died in that plane crash!" Xu Zhouguo couldn't speak well, and he didn't want to stay in this horrible scene any longer. one second.

Song Mohan looked down at him with cold eyes: "Thanks to you, I just can't die, and live a very good life. I believe that if my mother is still alive, she will also appreciate your current appearance with me."