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

In Cen Luo's mind, Song Mohan, as the helm of a very successful group, pays the most attention to cost and benefit. If he can't see the return, he will naturally not continue to invest.Besides, he is proud after all, and he can't do too many soft and hard things to lower his status. After the displeasure of being rejected dissipates, he will not continue to be persistent.

Now, in terms of property, they don't have any disputes; in terms of feelings, what should be said has been made clear; Jiang Shaohan's matter has been resolved smoothly, and Cen Luo feels that the entanglement between him and Song Mohan has finally come to an end.

Jiang Shaohan had found a good person to tow the car before.Before he left, he approached Cen Luo, looked at the little Garfield in Cen Luo's arms, and said, "It's so cute, but I remember..." He glanced at Song Mohan behind Cen Luo submissively, hesitant to speak, and on the way back he His mood is very complicated, and it is definitely impossible to be a big monster again, but this breath is really hard to swallow, hatred and gratitude are mixed, but to his surprise, he saw the subtle relationship between Cen Luo and Song Mohan, ". ..Can I add your WeChat?"

Song Mohan's nerves tensed suddenly, and his complexion quickly turned cold. Before Cen Luo could open his mouth, he continued, "Jiang Shaohan, is this necessary? You don't need us to start over." He emphasized the word "we" .

Jiang Shaohan didn't dare to look Song Mohan in the eye, and continued in a low voice to Cen Luo: "Don't get me wrong, I really want to make friends with you, of course...if he doesn't agree, or you don't want to, you can reject me , I just..." He lowered his head, his eyes only dared to fall on the cat.

"Jiang Shaohan, I disagree—"

"Let's talk about it later, don't you already have my phone number?"

Two voices sounded simultaneously.

Cen Luo's eyes were bright, with a polite smile on his face.

Song Mohan suffocated for breath, and froze in place all of a sudden, his eyes relaxed.

He was both familiar and unfamiliar with such an expression.

It is familiar because, in recent days, Cen Luo seems to have used such an expression to himself.

Strange because, how could he accept another man's request in front of him, although he didn't really agree to anything on the surface, but he accepted it all in a vague way, and even this attitude was better than himself.

He is not as good as an old enemy, and what is even more angry——

"Do you like cats too? You can pet it, it's very good." Holding the soft little Garfield, Cen Luo's heart also softened. After all, no matter how wicked a person needs a chance to reform himself, he Willing to believe that as long as he puts down the butcher knife, Jiang Shaohan can start again.If he can't, and continues to be persistent and stupid, then Jiang Shaohan is looking for his own death if there is a slight disturbance.In this regard, Cen Luo understood Song Mohan's handling style better than anyone else.

Jiang Shaohan suddenly became more cheerful, he raised his hand, gently stretched it into Cen Luo's arms, rubbed the cat, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "I like it, it's really cute..." paused slightly, his eyes Shiningly facing Cen Luo, "Don't worry, I will contact Gu Ziyang and apologize to him seriously. After the car is repaired, I will return it to him personally."

"Okay." Cen Luo also touched little Garfield.

There was almost no distance between the hands of the two, but Song Mohan couldn't reach out the third hand to stop it at all. Not only was the furry scary, but what was even more terrifying——

At this stage, the two of them treated him as carbon dioxide the whole time, which was extremely redundant, and they didn't even give him a look.

After Jiang Shaohan left, Cen Luo felt extremely relaxed.

"Then I-"

"Thank you, I'll go first."

Two voices sounded at the same time, Cen Luo's words overshadowed Song Mohan's.

He had a polite smile on his face, and his tone of voice was very polite—it was still the kind of feeling that was not deliberately alienated, but a vague sense of unfamiliarity.

Hearing this, Song Mohan felt inexplicably uncomfortable again.

The sky was getting dark and it was already the rush hour for get off work. It was very inconvenient to take a taxi now, and Cen Luo was holding a cat in his hand, and it was impossible to take public transportation.

Song Mohan controlled his expression as much as possible, and continued to speak: "I'll see you off, this point—"

"Do not bother."

However, Cen Luo didn't even finish listening, and directly rejected him.

"But--"

"I can go back by myself, no need to trouble, thank you." Cen Luo still had a familiar smile on his face, this feeling of inexplicable distance became more and more serious, Cen Luo even blocked all the remaining words .

Song Mohan felt that he couldn't breathe normally for a while, and his initial hunch was also right.Cen Luo was willing to accept help before, but the situation forced him to, but now, Cen Luo has other choices, at least he can walk home on two legs...

"Song Mohan, today's matter is thanks to your help. If there is something I need in the future, I will not shirk it."

He said it very seriously, the real one size fits all, and he didn't even want to have any extra entanglements.

Song Mohan clenched his fists tightly, but his palms were weak.

A few seconds later, he suddenly asked hoarsely: "If you didn't meet me about Jiang Shaohan, would you call me?"

"Yes." Cen Luo nodded, very frankly.

Song Mohan couldn't help being taken aback.

After a while, he smiled bitterly and said, "I thought you didn't want to owe me any favors."

"After all, it has something to do with you. I will naturally come to you. The matter is settled, everyone is well." Cen Luo was frank and indifferent, "Also, I really don't want to owe you favors, but I also don't want to owe others."

"If we change places today, I will help you no matter whether I have the ability or not, but I will not do unnecessary things."

Song Mohan was startled suddenly, his fingers unconsciously sank into his palm, leaving deep marks, and his chest was completely breathless for a moment.

He confirmed another suspicion just now.

He really didn't have anything special in Cen Luo's eyes.

His gaze met Cen Luo's, his slightly drooping neck was straightened, and his waist was erected, but only he knew that he was shriveled now, and Cen Luo's shallow pupils were like inorganic crystals, without any emotion .

"Okay." Song Mohan couldn't bear to avoid his eyes.

Cen Luo turned and left. Song Mohan stood on the spot like a sculpture, raised his eyes again, and watched the figure of Cen Luo holding the cat disappear.

"Luo..." The background sound was noisy, and only he himself heard this hesitating, mournful voice.

Song Mohan's brain went blank, his heart seemed to be about to burst, and an unprecedented pain made him unable to cope.

......

It has been almost two weeks in a row, Song Mohan has been working overtime until late at night every day, and no one dares to leave if he doesn't leave. The most important thing is that during regular meetings, every department has been criticized as an individual, and when he comes out, he doubts life.

Secretary Zhao was even worse. He followed him every day, and even got scolded for such trivial things as the coffee getting cold. He bought a thermostatic coaster and was dismissed as ugly.

It had been a long time since he had received any private business from his boss, such as this investigation, that follow-up, and Song Mohan never mentioned the "Summary Report on the Strategy of Chasing People".

At noon, he delivered the third designated takeaway to his boss's office, but what he saw was Song Mohan propping his forehead to cover his eyes, but a tear fell from his palm, and he was even more terrified, wishing to poke his eyes for Apologize.

He handed over the takeaway in torment, but saw that the other two portions on the table had been opened, but he didn't take a bite. Secretary Zhao was even more surprised that the boss's posture turned out to be... asleep? ? ?

Song Mohan put more effort into his work than before, he didn't go to Cen Luo, he couldn't find any reason to go, but he found another damn thing, Cen Luo was everywhere, permeating every corner of his life A capillary.

It's not that he didn't read the "Summary Report on the Strategy of Chasing People", he read it again and again, and finally became a fool who searched the Internet for "how to chase people". Later, he didn't pursue Secretary Zhao on this matter.

How can you count on anyone when it comes to emotional matters.

He was a sane adult, sane enough to function normally, but emotional pain kept him short-tempered and his biological clock was completely messed up.

He wanted to chase, but was helpless.

He wanted to escape, but Cen Luo was everywhere.

Obviously Cen Luo has never been to the office, but the moment he just opened the takeaway box——

The screen of the computer was already black, and he vaguely recalled a day when he was in the study of the villa. He was exhausted from work for several days and had to work at home. Cen Luo opened the door with his lunch box in his hand. He was looking at the documents seriously and intently. Cen Luo approached quietly with light steps, bent down and pressed his lips to his ear, and called out in a breathy voice: "Mohan".

His ears were itchy, and he turned his head to look, Cen Luo smiled at him, and pointed to the lunch box on the side: "It's time for lunch, I made something delicious for you."

He withdrew his gaze and said, "Wait until I'm done." "

Cen Luo obediently sat on the side, waited for half an hour, and urged softly: "Okay, eat first, it will cool down later."

"hold on."

Cen Luo had nothing to do with him, so he opened the lunch box by himself, and dragged the stool to him, "Hey, you don't need to do anything, just keep busy, just open your mouth."

"Get out, don't bother me, and don't come in again."

Song Mohan suddenly stopped his chopsticks.

He was thinking that Cen Luo once wanted to feed him...but...when did that happen?

It seems to be when we were just together.

Later, Cen Luo didn't dare to disturb his work anymore, waiting, only waiting...

"Lolo, I'm sorry."

Suddenly hearing Song Mohan's murmur, Secretary Zhao turned pale with fright, and took a few steps back. Is the big boss... asleep or not?

Shocked, he took a few steps back and went out, closing the office door quietly.

Secretary Zhao really didn't expect that the little proprietress could make the boss like this.

To be honest, he looked down on Cen Luo at first, thinking that being a canary at a young age, love is humble and lowly. He never expected that the boss would change for him a little later, but he broke up with the boss abruptly. Turn the boss into a yin and yang ghost.

A ferocious devil at work, a poor lonely soul in life.

"Clap clap-"

At this moment, Secretary Zhao heard an abnormal noise coming from Song Mohan's office. The moment his spine felt chills, the phone on the desk rang again.

"Come in."

Secretary Zhao, who felt that his life span had been ruthlessly shortened by more than half, went back tremblingly, only to see that his boss's office was in a mess, and all three takeaways were scraped to the ground, with fragments of the keyboard scattered on it.

What made Secretary Zhao tremble even more was that his boss had a faint smile on his face.

It's like... like facing a perverted murderer at the scene of a murder.

"boss…"

"Help me book the fastest flight back to the capital city." Song Mohan raised his neck and paused slightly, "Also, find out the list of sponsors for this year's National College Student Science and Technology Competition, and then negotiate to get them all to give up. I, want, alone, home .”