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

In fact, Cen Luo had never seen Song Mohan in such a mess.

But when I think about it carefully, I don't seem so surprised.Since the separation, this person always seems to be breaking his original understanding of him, and he always seems to be doing things that are completely inconsistent with before.

He thought that Song Mohan would always be condescending, but now he kept lowering his figure and lowering his pride, so cautious that he was almost humble.

He thought that Song Mohan would always be calm and calm, but just now, he seemed to see him panicked and out of control.

His heart tightened inexplicably. Recently, he had dreamed of Song Mohan almost every night. Most of them were scenes of Song Mohan saving himself. Last night's dream was the most impressive.

In fact, no matter in his previous life or this life, Song Mohan really reached out to help him out of danger at critical moments.

However, in last night's dream, he hesitated for a second, and he didn't hold Song Mohan's hand, causing him to fall into the abyss and never see the light.

Thinking of this, Cen Luo realized that if Song Mohan hadn't met him, maybe he would never have been in such a mess in his life.He will always be the tall young master who never bows his head.

Calculated in this way, the two of them seem to have a bad relationship.From the last life to this life, from acquaintance to acquaintance, from being together to parting...

Cen Luo couldn't help but sighed in his heart.

He suddenly realized that now he really didn't know how to face this person properly.

Cen Luo and Gu Ziyang made a phone call, packed their luggage, and got into Song Mohan's car. Gu Ziyang quickly found the hotel and sent the address to Cen Luo.

When the car was approaching the destination, a trace of hesitation finally flashed across Song Mohan's expressionless face.

Today's situation is special, and there are many mistakes in what he said, so he kept silent in the car, and he was not ready to speak out the draft that he had prepared all the way until the moment was approaching.But I didn't expect that before the start, Cen Luo's cell phone, which had canceled the silent mode, suddenly rang.

Song Mohan pursed his thin lips slightly, and could only swallow the words silently. Unexpectedly, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the caller ID on the phone screen.

Jiang Shaohan.

Cen Luo answered in seconds: "Hello."

The gentle voice gradually played out in the small car, and the questions and answers appeared to be extremely patient. From the perspective of a bystander, Cen Luo's brows stretched, and the expression on his face gradually softened.

"I'm fine, um, thanks, ok..."

Song Mohan's throat was congested and he wanted to cough, but in order to pretend that he didn't exist, he held back and didn't make a sound.Without blinking his eyes, he stared blankly at Cen Luo's side face in a daze, and clenched his hands unconsciously.

A Gu Ziyang, and now there is another Jiang Shaohan? !

He didn't want to hear it, but he had to. He thought he could accept it, but he still couldn't.

Thinking of the two words Cen Luo said,

"I will be with someone else in the future."

"Can't you make me happy yourself, and can't you make someone else do it?"

Jiang Shaohan and Cen Luo have been in contact since then, and Song Mohan knew about it, and he also saw this person in the bidding for University A.

Usually, Song Mohan didn't know how and what the two of them talked about, but just thinking about it made him feel uncomfortable, but now that he heard it with his own ears, he felt that jealousy slowly ate away at his heart, and his whole body was not well. cold.

My heart was riddled with holes for no reason, but I still had time to laugh at myself.

He thought, it turned out that this was what Cen Luo did when he chatted with people other than him.

This kind of relaxed familiarity, gentleness and calmness is different at all when facing oneself.

...fine.

I don't know how long it took, 2 minutes seemed as long as two years, and finally, Cen Luo hung up the phone.

The car stopped slowly, and the air became quiet again.

The windows of the car were closed, so the cold wind from outside could not come in, and the silence made the space more cramped.In the increasingly weird atmosphere, Song Mohan couldn't hold back and spoke.

"Cen Luo, you and Jiang Shaohan, you—"

He just asked this kind of question in one mouth, and he didn't have the face to continue.

Cen Luo stopped undoing his seat belt immediately.

He was silent for a while, then looked at the man next to him with an unclear expression, as if examining: "What do you want to say?"

"...It's nothing, it's just that he has something to do with you, so he made a special phone call from overseas."

Song Mohan talked about him from left to right, his mouth seemed to be moving, but he didn't know what he was talking about at all, his mind was a mess, his reaction was ridiculously slow, and they all stuck together in a flash.

Hearing this, Cen Luo seemed to be taken aback for a moment.

Then, he glanced at him with a half-smile and said, "It's not as good as you care."

"You didn't arrive much later than those firefighters after the incident. Besides, why did you want to invest in that area? It was the second day after I lived in the opposite side?"

Song Mohan was stunned all of a sudden.

The meaning of these words has been clearly revealed, and every single word points to his excessive attention to his ex.

It turned out that it wasn't that Cen Luo didn't notice it just now, but he just saved face for him and didn't point it out directly.

His heart was beating wildly, but he clenched the corners of his mouth and said calmly: "Of course I invested in it after careful consideration."

"Really? So you know that the frequency of tornadoes in that area is not too low?" Cen Luo paused slightly, then suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the man beside him——

"Song Mohan, didn't you say that you are someone else?"

The deep eyes revealed indistinguishable emotions, and the cold gaze seemed to be able to see everything, so that there was nowhere to hide the dark thoughts.

At that moment, Song Mohan felt that the blood in his whole body was completely frozen, and all his luck and the superficially whitewashed calm collapsed, and he couldn't even continue to look at Cen Luo calmly.

He moved his mouth, but found it was futile, he couldn't say anything for a moment, he just felt that his current appearance was really ugly.

Obviously determined not to be in a hurry, but flustered, confused and at a loss,

Obviously don't want to bother, but sneaks and keeps crossing the line,

Without promise, he crossed the cordon he set up himself.

All of a sudden, all explanations became pale and powerless, but they had to explain.

In the end, Song Mohan could only turn his head hastily, with an uncontrollable flustered tone, and repeatedly emphasized: "Yes, I know I'm out, I'm just someone else, and others are still friends, it's normal to do these things, you don't have to think too much about it." many."

Is it normal to do this?Where is normal?

He said "others" and "friends" in his mouth, but his eyes seemed to be looking at his lover, and the bloodshot red eye sockets were almost the same color as the wound on his hand.

Cen Luo pulled the corners of his mouth silently, as if he was smiling, but his eyes were inexplicably sour.

After a long time, he couldn't help but let out a low sigh.

"fraud."

Just two words, which seemed to weigh a thousand catties, made Song Mohan dizzy, his deep pupils contracted violently, and he was at a loss all of a sudden.

His heart trembled heavily, the pain was too painful to lie, and he could no longer deny it.

"Sorry, I lied to you, I didn't control it well, it was my fault."

Song Mohan's complexion was gloomy, his deep voice was choked with sobs, his tone became lighter and lighter, and finally it was almost hoarse: "I really don't seem to have made you happy..."

Song Mohan was too anxious and hasty, he only wanted to apologize, so he didn't notice anything else, and he didn't notice at all that the expression on Cen Luo's face was not what he thought it was.

His mind was in a mess, and he even started to speak indiscriminately: "Cen Luo, I know you don't want to see me, and you are impatient to deal with me, but I promise there will be no next time, I will definitely..."

"Do you want to come with me to the hotel?" Cen Luo took a deep breath and suddenly interrupted him.

This turning point came very abruptly, and the context was completely irrelevant, which even made Song Mohan, who was originally emotionally ups and downs, look dazed and froze in place.

"...what?"

Cen Luo didn't look at him, his Adam's apple rolled slightly and he lowered his eyes quietly, his black eyelashes trembling slightly like a fan.

"Do you want me to help you deal with the injury on your hand?"

After Cen Luo finished speaking, the car did not speak for a long time.

Song Mohan's drivers are not professional, they are good at driving, and even better at being invisible.

The air returned to silence, and two inaudible breathing sounds overlapped in the back seat, gradually brewing a vague ambiguity.

The bloodshot eyes of Song Mohan's eyes were still there, but the previously accumulated emotions were scattered by this unexpected turning point, and he could only stand there with a frozen expression, showing a rare bit of bewilderment on his face.

His current thinking is very scattered, so he didn't notice anything else at all. Just hearing the words "follow me into the hotel", his eyes are already full of stars.After a little reaction, he immediately turned his head and looked at the people around him in disbelief.

Isn't it incredible how things turned out?

After being rejected so many times, this was the first time he received an invitation from Cen Luo in a dignified manner.

But just like people who have been drought-stricken in the desert and suspect that the oasis is a mirage, the burst of joy quickly faded, and then, an indescribable fear began to hit my heart.

Not only was Cen Luo not angry, but he allowed himself to enter the hotel with him?Are you going upstairs to help him deal with some wounds?

Is this possible?

For a moment, Song Mohan even suspected that he hadn't had a good rest recently and had hallucinations when he was out of control.

So he frowned, blinked his eyes quickly, and carefully reconfirmed: "You mean, can I go up?"

"You don't have to go up, let's go to the lobby." Cen Luo said lightly, then untied the seat belt on his own, and got out of the car with a calm expression.

Only then did Song Mohan come back to his senses completely, and hurriedly got out of the car to follow in a hurry. After Cen Luo finished the formalities, Song Mohan went up the elevator, until the moment he entered the door, he was still a little unclear, his feet seemed to be stepping on clouds, and his whole body was floating.

"Sit down, let me get the medicine in the suitcase."

"Oh...ok..." Song Mohan looked around dully, then sat down on the sofa.

At this moment, Cen Luo's cell phone rang again.