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

The latter one was sent by Sun Ningyu.

Sun Ningyu is Song Mohan's childhood friend, and the content of the message is to ask Song Mohan if he has time to get together the day after tomorrow. A few good brothers from the capital came to see him in City A.

This kind of gathering is actually very common, but what is unusual is that Song Mohan is actually considering whether to bring Cen Luo along.

In fact, every time the brothers came, they would boo and want to see Cen Luo, but in Song Mohan's heart, Cen Luo was just his canary, and it was impossible for him to see friends like him.

But today...

I remember that the last meeting was very impromptu, just in time for the first anniversary dinner between him and Cen Luo, he released Cen Luo's pigeons, and then Cen Luo changed...

And he seems to be changing...

Now he will go back to the villa every day; he will want to have dinner with Cen Luo and change the meeting time; he will be anxious because Cen Luo does not reply to the message, and he will consider taking Cen Luo to meet his friends; Sending a text message to investigate Cen Luo, just because of a look?

What a nonsense!It's so unlike me!

He rubbed his eyebrows, and quickly sent another message to Secretary Zhao: "Don't stare."

After posting, he gasped, but inexplicably, the first time he saw Cen Luo appeared in his mind, that was his "first day" in City A.

In fact, Song Mohan had been to City A before, and his mother was from City A, and died in City A.

It's just that after the air crash, he lost part of his memory.

There was light rain in the sky, and that day was also the anniversary of his mother's death. He drove aimlessly from morning to night alone, trying to find lost memories, and seemed to be looking for someone...

When passing by a river, he suddenly felt a severe pain in his head. He braked suddenly, and then sat in the car to recover for a long time.

Secretary Zhao had just brought the car for him in the morning, and he drove it away before he could store any supplies.He suddenly got dry mouth, so he started the car again, drove to a small shop and got off to buy water, just in time to see Cen Luo surrounded by a group of people in a dark alley.

He wasn't going to be nosy, because he had a special status, and he didn't want to make news headlines and affect the company's stock price when he first arrived in City A.

But the moment he met Cen Luo's eyes, his chest felt numb, trembling like strings resonating, a burning sense of anger that made his pulse quicken, he did not allow anyone to bully Cen Luo, he Forget all scruples.

He successfully rescued Cen Luo, but also suffered some injuries.

Cen Luo was both grateful and guilty, and thanked him several times, and finally he put him on the three-meter-wide bed—meat.

At that time, Cen Luo's fair face was full of blood, and the ends of his eyes were rosy pink. Under the ravages of the storm, those eyes were watery, and his dark eyelashes were like the feathers of a young bird, fragile and pitiful...

Song Mohan regretted it after finishing it, it was Cen Luo's first time, and it was also his first time...

It's too late!

Song Mohan knew very well that Cen Luo was not the person in his heart, but in his impression they should be very similar.

Ask yourself what are the specific places like?Song Mohan actually doesn't remember that person's appearance very much, because of the air crash.

However, even if it was a blurry figure, Song Mohan could not forget the throbbing of the past, let alone let anyone replace that person's place in his heart.

His scalp went numb for a moment, and he felt even more sorry for Cen Luo.

Song Mohan silently walked back to the bedroom and sat on the chair in front of the bed, with his elbows on his knees, his hands folded on the tip of his nose, his eyes slowly swept across, half of Cen Luo's cheeks were flushed from the pillow, and he was slightly open when he kissed him earlier Some swollen lips breathe, and the tip of the tongue trembles with the breath.

Aesthetics is a kind of philosophy. He frankly admits that Cen Luo has very sensual aesthetics. Whenever his sweaty hands clasped the pillow tightly, his youthful and charming skin glowed with luster, and his burning black eyes seemed to be filled with tears all the time.. .

tears? !Cen Luo's tears, eyes...

Song Mohan suddenly looked like a patient with PTSD, his chest was hit so hard that he couldn't breathe.

He frowned, hit his forehead with the back of his hand a few times, got up slowly, walked up to Cen Luo, wanted to touch, but the strength in his hand seemed to be drained...

why?The person in front of him is obviously just a stand-in, and it is impossible to have any other thoughts besides being in debt.

And he seemed to feel his own possessiveness towards Cen Luo once again...

Song Mohan's eyes became darker and duller, he should have clearly defined himself and Cen Luo as before!

Can...

Memories rolled over unconsciously again. He remembered the night when he and Cen Luo shared the same bed for the first time. In the middle of the night, he suddenly felt a tight pain in his chest. The knee slammed into his leg again.

He gasped in pain, frowned and said, "Cen Luo, what are you doing!"

He never thought that Cen Luo's sleeping posture would be so bad.

Cen Luo didn't wake up at all, let out a meaningless moan, moved his arm, and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Although he had already eaten the person, his sideways still froze all of a sudden. Just as he was about to reach out to push Cen Luo, he saw Cen Luo's eyelashes drooping quietly with the light on the top of his head from the light outside the window. The pinch of hair is slightly raised, looking aggrieved and cute.

He remembered that his heartbeat suddenly felt like a drum, and his movements stopped, so he couldn't push any further. The whole night, the night was getting colder and colder, but the small place where Cen Luo hugged him was getting warmer and warmer. He couldn't ignore it, and he couldn't hide from it.

Why is it that he still remembers the feeling in his heart at that time?

wrong!No way!

One throb is enough, one love is enough, he is just playing around with Cen Luo!He had to redefine the boundaries again, but this time he needed to compensate Cen Luo to the greatest extent.

After figuring it out, Song Mohan's hand could suddenly move.

He looked at Cen Luo and said to himself, reminding himself: "From now on, I, Song Mohan, can satisfy you with everything except love." Then he reached out and touched Cen Luo's forehead to confirm that Cen Luo's body temperature had dropped. He sent a message to Sun Ningyu.

"Okay, I'll take Cen Luo with me."

Song Mohan casually took a set of pajamas from the closet, which happened to be the same style as Cen Luo's. After putting it on, he lay down gently, but not long after, Cen Luo started to move, and Song Mohan shrank away vigilantly, thinking about what happened today. If he gets kicked down again, he will sleep next door.

Suddenly, his back was pressed tightly against Cen Luo's thin chest. Cen Luo's arms wrapped around his waist, and the warm palms quietly fell on his palms. He put his fingers through them neither tightly nor loosely, Hold Cen Luo's finger.

The involuntary integration gave Song Mohan a feeling of numbness and itching, and Song Mohan quickly closed his eyes, thinking it was because of desire...

When he woke up, he and Cen Luo switched positions, his chest was pressed against Cen Luo's back, his arms were wrapped around Cen Luo's waist, and his fingers remained the same.

Song Mohan suddenly felt pleasantly surprised that he had found a panacea.

It turns out that this posture can avoid being kicked out of bed!

......

Not long after Song Mohan left, Cen Luo woke up.

He slept so soundly last night, it’s been a long time since he had a good night’s dream until dawn, and his head is not dizzy after waking up, and the fever should have almost subsided, but his throat feels as dry as a kettle that has been boiled dry for three days, and it is about to burst After opening it, he sat up and saw a glass of honey water on the bedside table, still steaming, with a straw stuck in it.

Cen Luo picked up the cup and gurgled through the straw, drank more than half of the cup in one go, and when he regained his composure, he found that there was a small post-it note where the cup was placed.

"Lolo, I asked my secretary to ask for leave for you. I will go home to accompany you at 12 noon. I will put breakfast in the incubator, so remember to eat it when you get up."

After reading it, Cen Luo quickly crumpled the paper into a handful and held it in the palm of his hand.

My heart is throbbing with sour...

Everything Song Mohan did to him was based on the premise that he was a stand-in, so there were only two possibilities for Song Mohan's current situation.

The first is that when he abused Song Mohan, he reminded Song Mohan of Bai Yueguang; the second was that Song Mohan realized his conscience and finally felt guilty for a substitute.

He recalled the sweet dream last night again. In the dream, he was not a stand-in. Song Mohan gently held him in his arms, kissed him, and told him that he loved him...

He didn't want to stay in the villa, so he changed his clothes after washing up and went to school.

Song Mohan came home with a new phone and lunch. It was exactly 12 o'clock. He thought Cen Luo would be happy, but...

What about people?

The broken mobile phone is still lying on the desk, the courseware and schoolbag are gone, and you have to go to school before you recover from your illness?

He didn't even touch his breakfast, and what made Song Mohan even more depressed was that the little notes he left for Cen Luo turned into bean-sized balls and were placed on the bedside table. Fortunately, he drank more than half of the honey water next to him.

Song Mohan's mood went up and down strangely, like riding a roller coaster.

In the end, he couldn't help but decided to go to Cen Luo's school and send his phone and lunch.

Song Mohan has been on the cover of financial magazines and participated in the hottest talk shows.

Handsome, with a good figure, young and promising, and rich in money, he has long been the male god and husband that many people dream of.

Song Mohan, who is no less popular than the popular niche, is the first time he has appeared on the campus of a university in city A, but he has an abstinent look on his face, and with two strong bodyguards following behind him, fans of fans can only Being able to scream from a distance, no one dared to come forward to ask for an autograph or a group photo.

His arrival shocked the whole school, and even the school leaders came to greet him flattered.

"Mr. Song, hello, it's a great honor for you to visit our school. I can accompany you around." President Wang smiled and respected.

The University of City A is also a provincial key university.It is true that there are many celebrities who come to visit the park, but generally those people will notify in advance, and it is really rare for someone like Song Mohan to come directly.

In fact, President Wang took the initiative to invite Song Mohan not long after he came to City A. He wanted Song Mohan to come to the university and give a lecture to encourage the students. However, the other party's secretary responded indifferently, "Yes Time will be arranged."

"Principal Wang, hello, you don't need to call me 'you'. I am a junior, so you don't have to follow me. I am here today to give something to Cen Luo, a sophomore in the School of Engineering. If you really want to go sightseeing, you don't have to The principal works hard, if Cen Luo is free, you can let him accompany me." Song Mohan continued modestly, "Also, last time my secretary told me that you wanted me to give a lecture to the school, I have time for two weeks, you It can be arranged to notify my secretary at any time, and I will be more than happy."

The second half of Song Mohan's sentence made Principal Wang's happiness come too suddenly, and he suddenly recalled his first half sentence. He didn't know how to respond for a while, and finally President Wang chose to nod his head and said: "Okay, thank you, Mr. Song."

Just as the principal was about to leave wisely, Song Mohan stopped him: "Oh, by the way, Principal Wang, I forgot to ask, what class is Cen Luo in?" He didn't bother to send another message to Secretary Zhao.

Principal Wang: "..."

The author has something to say:

Principal: Mr. Song, aren't you very familiar with Cen Luo?Why don't they even know what class they are in?

Song Dog QwQ: It's all my fault, my wife deserves to be mad at me!