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

When he took off his tie, Song Mohan's face froze.

The tie was a little damp, and in Cen Luo's originally black and white eyes, the whites of the eyes were slightly red, and there was still a layer of misty water vapor.The whole person looks like a stray kitten on the street.

"Lolo, did it... hurt you?" Song Mohan was a little at a loss.

"I'm hungry." Cen Luo looked very calm, but the sobbing voice was light and soft, actually revealing a little pitiful.

"Okay, let's go eat." Song Mohan felt pity in his heart.

"Hold me, I want to take a bath again, and then you buy it for me to eat." Cen Luo's voice was soft, but commanding.

The sticky feeling clung to his body, making Cen Luo very uncomfortable, and even more uncomfortable in his heart.

Song Mohan asked him to close his eyes at first, and then directly covered his eyes with a tie, which looked like he was playing for fun, but the second explanation was undoubtedly that Song Mohan didn't want to look into his eyes.

Once again, Cen Luo could still recall the way Song Mohan looked at him in his previous life. Most of the time, it was normal, but occasionally there would be something strange, as if he was looking at others through him.

Every time he thinks about those pasts, Cen Luo is extremely disgusted, but at the same time, he also wants to thank Song Mohan for his precepts and deeds, so that he can quickly learn how to be disgusting, learn how he looks at him, and use Song Mohan as a stand-in. eyes to see a person who does not exist.

"Okay." Song Mohan rolled over and got off the bed, carefully hugging Cen Luo.

The "slap" was loud and clear, Cen Luo raised his hand without warning, and slapped Song Mohan heavily on the face.

Song Mohan was taken aback for a moment, and then the fire came up, his cheeks were hot, and the veins on his forehead twitched.

"It hurts me." Cen Luo pre-empted, his soft voice still felt a little fragile.

Seeing Cen Luo's weak and aggrieved look, the thought of throwing someone to the ground was fleeting, Song Mohan held back his anger.

Song Mohan still wanted to continue living with this "canary". It turned out that he knew the reason very well, because he was good, because he resembled;

And now, he is very confused...

Apart from the slap on the cheek, his calf was still aching. The kick Cen Luo kicked at the bathroom door was actually very heavy, and there must have been bruises.

In addition, recently he went back to the villa to sleep no matter how late he slept, he was always kicked out of bed by Cen Luo, and he got up from the ground annoyed, but the other party was still asleep, looking like a docile little sheep ...

On the three-meter-wide bed, he felt that he was humbled in a small corner, but this sheep could accurately find his position in the dream, and always kicked in one place!

Song Mohan used to know that Cen Luo didn't sleep well, but he didn't come back often. Recently, he wanted to sleep next to Cen Luo, even if he was kicked.

why?

Cen Luo didn't reply to his message today!You must know that he deliberately changed the meeting at 6 o'clock to 9 o'clock, just to have dinner with Cen Luo.

I'm so pissed!

but…

Song Mohan gritted his teeth, sighed indistinctly, and stopped his gaze. The neck of the person in his arms was clean and slender, the delicate and thin collarbone was bright and graceful, and the chest was thin and flat, with a subtle arc propped up under the embrace of the princess.

There is an inexplicable sense of holiness and purity.

At this time, Song Mohan felt the person in his arms trembling slightly again.

...well, maybe he hit hard...

It's really humiliating and humiliating to the country, but Song Mohan's heart is filled with a sense of helplessness.

"Does it hurt? And that kick that kicked you earlier, but you hurt me first." Cen Luo rubbed Song Mohan's face lightly.

The happiness of being touched suddenly came from the side face, and Song Mohan's heart beat unexpectedly.

Cen Luo felt lighthearted, mosquitoes and flies were all meat, and Song Mohan could be tossed about every detail!

......

After serving Cen Luo, Song Mohan tidied himself up again and went into the study to prepare for a meeting. Before the meeting, he sent a message to Secretary Zhao, asking him to buy a new mobile phone and send it to Cen Luo as soon as possible tomorrow.

Secretary Zhao thought to himself, this is the third time this month, and the little ancestor of Mr. Song's family has really been able to do it recently!

The next second was: Harm!As an ordinary worker, he is not qualified to think about and comment on the boss's family affairs. He must reflect on himself and improve his ideological awareness, and strive for a salary increase next year.

After the meeting, Song Mohan went to the bedroom, and Cen Luo was already asleep.

Looking at the quiet "Canary" in front of him, the previous clip unexpectedly appeared in his mind, thinking of the expression of those eyes when they looked at him on the bed just now...

The strange feeling surged again.

Song Mohan rubbed his eyebrows, forcing himself not to think about those ridiculous thoughts.

He lay down next to Cen Luo, wrapped his arms around his waist, and held Cen Luo's hand again, which was very hot to the touch.

Why is it so hot? Do you have a fever?

Dizzy, Cen Luo felt being hugged, and the cool touch was against his palm. He couldn't help but tightened his grip, but the other party let go. His heart touched...

That hand fell gently on his forehead, and Cen Luo woke up completely.

Song Mohan was sure that Cen Luo had a fever, and turned around to get out of bed to pour a cup of hot water and antipyretics for Cen Luo.

When he had a fever, the temperature jumped the fastest in the middle of the night, and he would wake him up later, and let him continue to sleep after taking the medicine.

Cen Luo felt that every inch of his skin was burning hot, and his consciousness became more and more hazy, but the conscious part held on, and wanted to continue to disgust Song Mohan.

"Don't go~" He had no strength now, and his voice was pitifully soft, "Hold me." But there was a hint of order in it.

"Lolo, you have a fever. I'll get the thermometer and medicine, and I'll be here right away." Song Mohan reached out to turn on the wall lamp.

Cen Luo turned around slowly, Song Mohan looked back at him, his eyes seemed unfocused, maybe it was because he was sick, but...

Song Mohan didn't see Cen Luo like this more than once. He often does this now. In the past, Song Mohan only thought that he was in a daze, but after what happened on the bed just now, Song Mohan suddenly became suspicious. He always felt that his thoughts had drifted away. Who are you thinking about?

"It's really enough!" Song Mohan cursed in his heart, he quickly dimmed the wall lamp, and looked away with difficulty, not wanting to look at these eyes that could confuse his thoughts, he turned around and went straight to get something.

After entering the bedroom, Song Mohan readjusted his mentality.

Cen Luo had already sat up, stunned motionless, his hair was a little messy, and a bunch of hairs were sticking up beside him.

This appearance made Song Mohan suddenly feel how could he be so cute.

38 degrees 6, fortunately, after Song Mohan fed him the medicine, he carefully helped him to lie down, and covered his forehead with a cold towel.

Cen Luo suddenly felt a sinking in his heart, turned his body slightly, a tear inadvertently slipped from the corner of his eye, his head was so dizzy, and his chest felt tight.

In his previous life, he had never been treated like this. He had been ill several times, but Song Mohan didn't know about it, and he didn't want to say it, for fear of disturbing Song Mohan's work.

Song Mohan is the first heir of the largest consortium in the capital. He came to City A to expand the consortium's main hotel industry.

In this 100-square-meter villa, Cen Luo is often alone. In his previous life, Cen Luo was willing to wait silently. He believes that the best love should be like this, just like when he was a child, he saw his mother treat his father, and his father often went on business trips. Mom never interrupts, never complains, and maintains [-]% tenderness and trust in Dad.

But in his previous life, what he didn't think too much about was:

Dad can always find out that his mother is sick in the first place, but - Song Mohan can't!

Mom and Dad love each other, but--they don't!

Song Mohan doesn't come back often is one, and the second is that he doesn't care about it. What's even worse is that Song Mohan came back in the middle of the night and dragged him to do it, and fell asleep after finishing it.

That day, Cen Luo had a fever that blinded him, and Song Mohan probably thought that his fever and confusion were the product of passion!

He was just a tool for Song Mohan to miss Bai Yueguang occasionally.

In this life, for revenge, he played various tricks to toss Song Mohan, but in just a few months, Song Mohan often went home, missed him often, found out that he was sick, and was able to take care of him...

Thinking of this, Cen Luo couldn't help feeling a little ridiculous.

The scumbag is really cheap!

In an instant, the word "stand-in" floated in front of Cen Luo's eyes again, and the two words spun and jumped, a little jumpy, more like a provocation.

So dizzy and so angry!

He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. The last second of consciousness was: after falling asleep tonight, he might not be able to wake up in the middle of the night, and today's "Kick the scumbag out of bed" may not be implemented.

Song Mohan vaguely saw that Cen Luo was crying, and wanted to confirm but was afraid of seeing that kind of look in his eyes.

At this time, it is too likely to appear!

Weeping, I'm afraid it's not because of another person in Cen Luo's eyes, right?I hope that Song Mohan is not the one who is by his side when he is most vulnerable, right?

"I'm really going crazy!" Song Mohan cursed again in his heart.

Although it is absurd, it is more reassuring to check it!

He frowned and walked out of the bedroom, sending a message to Secretary Zhao.

"From now on, find someone to watch Cen Luo secretly 24 hours a day!!!"

Secretary Zhao was lying on the bed watching the funny videos of shaking M to relieve the stress of the day's work. Just as the corner of his mouth reached his ears, a message popped up saying that the boss is at this time, with several exclamation points in it, and he almost rolled off the bed.

His chest trembled violently, he quickly clicked on it to read carefully, and then replied quickly.

"Okay boss, please rest assured!"

After posting, Secretary Zhao hissed first, and soon felt a chill down his spine.

As an excellent worker who has memorized the "Employee Extra Handbook", he will never interfere with the boss's family affairs. Although he clearly knows that the boss has been very abnormal recently. The ancestors offered it, but now they are still suspected of being green.

What he cares about is: secretly?Still 24 hours?

What's the meaning?Is it possible to sneak into the classroom of the school?And... the boss's house?

Only ghosts can do it!

It's so difficult!I'm so sorry!

You shouldn't watch Shake M!

Song Mohan rubbed his brows. He was sitting on the sofa in the living room at the moment. He felt a lot more comfortable after receiving Secretary Zhao's light-speed reply, but he soon received another message and fell into deep thought.

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