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

Not long after the final exam ended, the official account of University A issued an official announcement that Gu Ziyang would lead a team to participate in the National College Student Science and Technology Contest. It has spread all over the world, and everyone is shouting to learn from Ba Niu X, crushing Capital University again!

After receiving the report card, Cen Luo saw a row of red A+s, undoubtedly topping the grade list again.

The bus stopped at the gate of the school, and the crowd of students who saw them off was filled with voices.

"Cen Luo is number one!" Ji Zixin took the lead in shouting.

"come on! Come on!"

"A Big Bull X!"

Flower banners were unfurled, and someone was holding flowers, like a big star picking up the plane. Cen Luo was surrounded by the crowd, smiling politely, but still dizzy.

He completed the small guide robot for several nights in a row, and after a while, according to the situation last year, he had to fill out a thick stack of cumbersome documents to go through the security check at the airport...

Hopefully everything goes fast and smoothly so he can catch up on the plane.

On the bus, Gu Ziyang helped Cen Luo put his luggage, and Cen Luo sat down while beating his sore neck.

Without hammering twice, the movement suddenly stopped.

He caught a glimpse of a familiar GMC in the distance. In fact, the car was parked quite concealedly, but this car was inexplicably conspicuous when paired with the person next to it.

A tall and straight man with a cold complexion, wearing expensive suits and leather shoes, motionless like a cedar tree, out of tune with the soft and fluffy surroundings.

As soon as the bus started, the man stepped into the car, and the GMC speeded up quickly, gradually moving away with its lights flashing, and finally disappeared from sight.

Cen Luo couldn't help sighing. In the past one month, this kind of situation has actually happened more than once, and the other party may not even realize that he has actually noticed it long ago.

Song Mohan didn't hide every time, they ran into each other in the cemetery last week.

The weather forecast showed that it was cloudy that day, so he took two bunches of birds of paradise to the cemetery, but it didn't take long for the wind to press down on the black clouds, and soon it started to rain, and the rain suddenly became heavier, Cen Luo was depressed I turned my head away, but after a while, I found that the rain seemed to have stopped.

Looking up, a big black umbrella appeared above his head as if out of thin air.

He couldn't help but stop in amazement, turned his head, and saw the person he had glimpsed on the window sill last night—or in the early morning, standing on his right at this moment.

The man's handsome face carried a bit of embarrassment that was almost impossible to appear in the past, and his expression was a little nervous and a little helpless.

Song Mohan's lips moved slightly, and he wanted to speak but didn't seem to know how to start, so he just looked deeply at Cen Luo with a pair of eyes.

Gu Ziyang is very busy, so he won't trouble him. He just placed an order on the mobile app and was about to take a taxi back. Seeing this, he couldn't help but frowned slightly, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"It happened to be on the way." Song Mohan explained with a guilty conscience, "I'm planning to contract here, so I want to come and see."

"Oh." Cen Luo nodded, Song Mohan, your business scope is really getting bigger and bigger, he doesn't bother to care about it, just like he doesn't care if Song Mohan is waiting downstairs at his house, he didn't say anything else, the key is Really, he was also a little tired, and the faint blue and black under his eyes was the best proof.

"I'll see you off, it's raining so hard."

"No need, thank you for holding the umbrella for me and taking me out of the cemetery. I'll just wait for the car under this roof. You can continue to watch your project." Cen Luo really didn't want to be caught in the rain, thanks to the "coincidence" in front of him ", the tone softened instead.

Cen Luo smiled and expressed his thanks sincerely, but Song Mohan felt uncomfortable, as if he had swallowed several catties of Coptis chinensis raw.

After getting closer, he noticed the tired look in Cen Luo's eyes.

At that moment, I suddenly felt distressed, and regretted rushing forward to disturb her.

"What's there to thank, you used to..." Song Mohan couldn't help but shook his head, his voice became softer and became a bit hoarse, "What's more, I... didn't even accompany you Being here...is all my fault."

Hearing this, Cen Luo's eyes widened instantly, feeling a little surprised in his heart.

If the marriage proposal was due to a strong possessive desire, or a kind of unwillingness to do business with money quickly, which disgusted Cen Luo, then the person in front of him now seems to be confessing, regretting the past Attitude.

Even, this sense of guilt is not shallow.

To be honest, for someone like Song Mohan, this is simply a fantasy.

Leaving aside the fact that people at the top of the food chain like Song Mohan always secretly appear downstairs in his house, how could he sincerely feel that he was at fault and feel guilty?

But right now, such a thing is really happening.

Cen Luo could be cold-eyed to the aloof Mr. Song, and he could be sneering at the stealthy Young Master Song, but he couldn't show a completely indifferent attitude towards Song Mohan who was sincerely admitting his mistake.

There is no need to do so.

So, in the long silence, he couldn't help but sighed softly.

"Song Mohan, it's fine. Actually, you really don't need to do this. The past is over."

"Before, I thought that the person in my heart was not you, so... But in fact, I have fallen in love with you unconsciously, but I don't know how to express it, I'm sorry... Proposal is also, I don't know how to tell you Prove that I love you, I..." Song Mohan immediately spoke up when he heard the three words "it's over", his tone was even a bit hasty, but he spoke incoherently.

He couldn't wait to explain again. During this period of time, he thought about it all the time, but he restrained himself. He was changing, reflecting, and understanding Cen Luo's past. Now he knows a lot, and he wants to know more in the future.

But Cen Luo paused, and quickly continued: "It's really over. In addition, I also want to apologize to you. I'm not very good at expressing my thoughts. In the days when I was with you, there were actually many things that I liked to suppress." In the heart."

Maybe it's because the quiet environment of the cemetery makes people feel calm, maybe it's because he has completely withdrawn from the emotional vortex, it's the first time he and Song Mohan have dissected themselves so seriously, and these words were not even said before the breakup Pass.

"We all have problems."

"No, you didn't!" Song Mohan interrupted him suddenly, suddenly became agitated, and there was a trace of pain in his eyes that he didn't even notice.

But Cen Luo didn't mean to stop, and sighed: "I knew about the 'substitute' for a long time, and I also intentionally revenged on you later, you don't know about this, right? I haven't talked to you from the beginning to the end. really communicated."

And this approach is incorrect.

"I won't say anything, of course you don't know anything." Cen Luo looked at Song Mohan seriously, and said, "I also apologize to you about the trash can that day, I think I was no less wrong than you, between you and me In the meantime, it is already hard to tell who made more mistakes and who made fewer mistakes, so don't think about it anymore, it can be regarded as a kind of evenness."

"...No." Song Mohan's throat seemed to be blocked, and it took him a long time to refute these two words with difficulty.

He blinked, and the cold rain fell on his arms, and he didn't even notice the cold air seeping in from his sleeves.

not like this.

The more Cen Luo said this, the more he felt that he had no hope.

Song Mohan took a deep breath, his eyes were red: "You have always been fine."

"It's my fault. In that case, everything you did is not wrong. It's my insincerity first, and it's my problem." He whispered.

Cen Luo was silent.

Mr. Song, who showed his sharpness, suddenly turned into a ball of cotton, as if he was beating and scolding, so he didn't know how to answer the words.

So he looked away, looked at the traffic in the distance, and stopped talking.

Song Mohan's eyes dimmed slightly, and he quickly said, "The rain is getting heavier and heavier, so let me see you off."

The eaves are very narrow, and the umbrella in his hand has been tilted towards Cen Luo's direction, wrapping him firmly in the sphere of influence. Half of his shoulders are almost soaked, and the high-end tailor-made suit is also scrapped.

"It's really not necessary, you can go to work."

Cen Luo glanced at Song Mohan's shoulder, put his hand lightly on the handle of the umbrella, and then pushed in Song Mohan's direction.

The movement is slow, but firm.

Then, he took a step forward to the left, exposing himself to the rain without hesitation.

"I've ordered the car, thank you."

Cen Luo strode forward, the rain was fine and dense, drifting down with the wind, and after a while, he disappeared into the rain curtain.

Song Mohan's left hand was hanging limply, and the umbrella also fell down.

The rain hit his body, and at that moment, he suddenly felt that his vision was blurred and he couldn't see the road in front of him clearly.

In a daze, he thought that he should be Cen Luo's reliance, Cen Luo's confidant, and Cen Luo's harbor—but what did he bring Cen Luo before?

substitute.

Neglect, indifference, hurt.

The two fine and dense threads were blown away by the cold wind, and each piece was intertwined with each other and hit the brown glass obliquely.The scenery outside the car window continued to reverse rapidly, and the exhaust fumes rolled up all the way crashed into the dense water mist, mixed in the rain curtain and could no longer be distinguished.

Cen Luo leaned quietly on the back seat of the taxi by himself, his back resting against the soft pillow, motionless, his eyes looking ahead seemed very peaceful at first glance, but in fact they had no focal length, wandering back and forth in the small compartment as if nothing.

In fact, since he officially separated from Song Mohan, he has been immersed in planning for the future, thinking about how to climb towards his dream step by step, except that Song Mohan said that he was so angry on the night of the wedding, other than that, he never I haven't thought about what happened between the two of them.

One is that there is really no time, and the other is that it is unnecessary.

Including when he saw Song Mohan secretly waiting downstairs in his house, he actually didn't care.

After all, this person didn't bother him...

"Student Cen Luo, you can sleep in the car for a while. It will take half an hour to get to the airport. I'll call you later." Gu Ziyang looked at Cen Luo who was still thinking about things with a tired face, and patted him on the shoulder, feeling very distressed.

"Okay, Mr. Gu." Cen Luo came back to his senses, smiled, and approached, "Brother Yang Zi, I don't have a U-shaped pillow, and I leaned on your shoulder for a while, so push me away immediately, I can't stop you, Especially on the plane, there will be many romantic encounters."

"..." Gu Ziyang glared at Cen Luo, and said in a low voice, "I love you so much, you just make fun of me, no matter how big or small."

"I know I'm wrong, Mr. Gu please Haihan, then I'll squint for a while."

.....

In GMC, Secretary Zhao put down the phone, turned around and said to Song Mohan, "Boss, the airport has been settled, special passage, and simple procedures."

"Okay." Song Mohan closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the leather chair, responded with a calm voice, and asked slightly, "Where's the sponsor?"

"Well, don't worry, the boss, the final payment has been settled, and they are happy to cooperate." Secretary Zhao said dutifully.

"Cooperate with what?" Song Mohan opened his eyes and pursed his thin lips slightly.

"Boss, don't worry, the competition is absolutely fair, just, and open." Secretary Zhao was a little nervous, but he was still well-trained on the surface, and he didn't even stutter. "What they mean is to express their gratitude. place, the boss can mention it at any time."

Don't cooperate casually. The sponsorship fee is all paid by the boss, which is twice as high. The fame and fortune are all taken by those sponsors.

If any company encounters such a situation, it must not speak beautifully, and if any company encounters the Song Group, it must not flatter it.

"Okay." Song Mohan said concisely, and closed his eyes again, "Thank you, you have worked hard."

"You're welcome, boss, it's all I should do." Secretary Zhao answered fluently. Song Mohan had an in-depth chat with him that day. After that, his workload increased suddenly, but his salary tripled, and the boss no longer treated him Cold, often say thank you to him, just...