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

It was Gu Ziyang's call. Cen Luo had told him about Song Mohan before. Gu Ziyang was dumbfounded. No matter how much he disliked Song Mohan, he had to admit that this person's love for Cen Luo was beyond imagination.

In fact, in the last conversation between him and Song Mohan, he felt the change in Song Mohan.Later, Cen Luo disappeared. With limited ability, he immediately asked Song Mohan for help, so that Cen Luo could get out of danger in time.

With Song Mohan around, he wasn't worried that Cen Luo was in danger, he just called to make sure that Cen Luo had moved in smoothly.

"Well, Brother Yangzi, I'm in the hotel. I just entered the room. The room number is..." Since Cen Luo was standing right at the air outlet of the central air conditioner, his throat was a little dry, and he coughed lightly twice.

Then I heard, "啪——" sound.

When Cen Luo turned his head, it was Song Mohan who dropped a glass on the ground. Song Mohan's brows were slightly frowned, and the corners of his mouth were tightly clenched.

When he met his gaze, there was a hint of apology in his eyes.

Seeing such an expression, he suddenly smiled in his heart, feeling that Song Mohan looked like a child who had done something wrong and refused to admit it.But soon, his eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly felt that he was a little disappointed.

Hearing ringing on the other end of the phone, he asked anxiously.

"Song Mohan is here." Cen Luo said lightly.

Gu Ziyang paused for a moment without saying anything. After Cen Luo told him the room number, he hung up the phone.

Song Mohan had already picked up the cup, took a new one, poured water and handed it to Cen Luo, explaining: "Sorry, I didn't mean it just now, I saw you coughing, so..."

I just coughed lightly twice.

"Thank you." Cen Luo took it, took a few sips and put it down, then turned around and fetched a small medicine box.

Cen Luo opened the buckle, took out the cotton swab and iodophor, and said, "Sit down."

Song Mohan obediently sat back on the sofa, and Cen Luo also sat by the sofa.

"Hand out."

Song Mohan immediately spread his big hands obediently, and turned them back and forth twice, so the mottled wounds were revealed.

On the knuckles and on the back of the hand, it looks different in shades.

Cen Luo felt a little hurt. To facilitate the application of the medicine, he held a cotton swab dipped in the medicine in one hand, and gently supported the man's finger with the other hand.

Maybe it's because of a change in mentality, obviously he is very familiar with every inch of this person's body, but at the moment when the skin touches, the warm touch still arouses a strange shiver.

It's as if deep down in my heart, I actually miss it.

This flashing thought made Cen Luo feel that he was too disappointed, so he quickly changed the subject: "How did you get hurt?"

Song Mohan always answered his questions. When he heard this, he thought about it for a while, and then shook his head honestly: "I don't remember."

He really didn't know, he only vaguely remembered that he shouldn't have it when he was on the plane, but what happened later was simply too horrifying for him, he was scared, confused and anxious, how could he have extra energy Pay attention to these little details.

"I guess I accidentally rubbed somewhere, it's okay, it doesn't matter."

"Don't you feel any pain?" Cen Luo suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at him.

The boy in front of him had a pointed nose, full and beautiful lips, and his delicate facial features became more and more beautiful under the yellow light. within reach.

At such a close distance, Song Mohan could feel the sweet smell in the air as soon as he breathed in. He rolled his Adam's apple twice with difficulty, and after a while, he cautiously replied two words: "It doesn't hurt."

Naturally, a wound of this degree doesn't hurt at all, it's just... a little itchy.

My heart was tickled.

no!What was he thinking about!Can't think about it anymore!

Song Mohan despised himself for being distracted at this time, but when his thoughts changed, he felt helpless.

There is no way, this small medicine box is exactly the same in Song Mohan's villa, and Cen Luo's tone of voice gradually carries the shadow of the past.

All this in front of him slowly overlapped with what happened before, as if time was going backwards, and Song Mohan couldn't help but fall into panic.

He was beginning to lose track of the situation.

Before today, he was very clear about one thing, that is, the felony he committed in the past days, when Cen Luo was a stand-in, although he explained clearly, he still caused irreparable harm to Cen Luo. He appeared again and again, which also made Cen Luo feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

Because of this, he made up his mind to take his time, and it doesn't matter if he waits for more than 10 years.

But now, what's the situation?

This unexpected turning point made him dare not act rashly.

"Okay." Cen Luo put a Band-Aid on the wound on Song Mohan's ring finger, and finally he was done, and put away the rest of the things, "Remember not to get wet."

"Okay." Song Mohan nodded again and again, "Thank you."

He looked down at his hands, the knuckles were completely circled by Band-Aids. At first glance, they looked a bit like wedding rings.

This association inexplicably made his heart swell, and then gradually turned into secret joy. Although he felt a little unrealistic at the moment, the corners of his mouth could not be retracted.

"What's wrong? What are you laughing at?" Cen Luo gave him a surprised look.

"It's nothing." Song Mohan moved his hands, feeling satisfied in his heart, "The band-aid is very cute, and your dressing skills are also good."

...is just an ordinary Band-Aid. In addition, just put on a Band-Aid. It is nothing more than the difference between the left side and the right side or the right side and the left side. How can there be any technology?

Cen Luo was speechless, feeling that Song Mohan was getting more and more out of tune, so he put the small medicine box back into the box without saying a word.

At this time, the phone suddenly rang again. It was a reminder text message. He picked it up and glanced at it. Then, his pupils shrank slightly, and a trace of unclear emotion appeared on his face.

Song Mohan watched it, feeling uneasy for some reason. He was just about to ask what's wrong when his cell phone vibrated, a message from Secretary Zhao.

"Boss, there was a second tornado over there. Fortunately, you took the boss lady away. Besides, I'm nearby. Call me if you need anything."

Song Mohan couldn't help but shrink back.

Thank goodness!

otherwise...

He felt like his heart was on a roller coaster.

"Actually, the situation had already happened at that time. You could have waited for news from the rescue team, but you rushed over as soon as you knew the situation, and then..."

"Wait!" Song Mohan frowned when he heard that, he connected the things together in a flash, and finally understood the situation before him belatedly.

"Is it because of this that you changed your attitude towards me?"

This question is not easy to answer, Cen Luo pursed his lips slightly, not knowing what to say for a while.

But the silence at this time was tantamount to acquiescence in Song Mohan's eyes. He stood up from the sofa all of a sudden, his hands hanging stiffly by his sides, as if some energy had been released instantly.

He thought he would be happy, very happy, but it turned out that was not the case.

He was so tight right now, he thought of the first time Cen Luo was rescued by him, then Cen Luo's overtures, Cen Luo's body promise, and then Cen Luo's love for him...

Love can be completely overthrown.

He suddenly couldn't accept it and couldn't face it.

Perhaps Cen Luo never really loved herself from the beginning to the end, it was just——because of repayment.

From the meeting just now, to not refusing to get in the car, to now entering the door to treat the wound, all the unreasonable things that happened today have an explanation at this moment, even the original explanation.

It's really ridiculous.

Song Mohan couldn't help but took a deep breath, then raised his hand to wipe his face quickly, and when he looked at Cen Luo again, he had completely put away the previous nervousness and apprehension, and became gentle and comfortable again.

"Cen Luo, I actually didn't do anything on this matter. Then there was a power outage. I think you will come out from there too, and taking you back is something that a taxi can do."

His tone was gentle and low, but he spoke very bluntly, without leaving any room for himself, "As for coming early, it's because I couldn't help but kept spying on your movements, and it was to satisfy my own selfish desires, not because of you. ,Understand?"

"So, you shouldn't be moved or soft-hearted to me because of this, it's unnecessary."

Hearing this, Cen Luo moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but Song Mohan couldn't bear it any longer. The huge sense of loss and self-loathing were intertwined, forcing him to want to escape.

"I should go." He sighed lowly, and walked to the door, but his hand paused for two seconds on the doorknob, as if he was reluctant.

Then, he opened the door and strode out.

"Song Mohan." Cen Luo stopped him from inside the door.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Song Mohan stopped in his tracks, responding with a still gentle voice, but did not turn around.

"Why is it you?"

"...what?"

"Once, twice, three times..."

Song Mohan's eyes moved slightly, as if realizing something, he turned his head all of a sudden.

Cen Luo stared at him, and the corners of his mouth curled up almost imperceptibly: "There are only three things, but there are more than three, but this is not the main reason why I want to soften my heart."

A very light sentence fell on Song Mohan's ears, but it was like a thunderstorm on the ground, and instantly created a violent storm in his brain!

He moved back a few steps, stretched out his long arms, and firmly grasped the door frame with his big knuckle hands, half of his body was directly stuck in.

"What do you mean? What's the main reason?" Song Mohan said hoarsely, his voice trembling slightly when he asked.

Before going to bed every day, he told himself over and over again almost hypnotically to slow down and let go, how much effort it took to restrain his impulse, how long it took to toss and turn to suppress those crazy thoughts, but now he suddenly realized that, He might... have hope now!

"Cen Luo, tell me, what is the main reason?" Song Mohan asked again, even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he would hold it in his hands no matter what.

Cen Luo pursed his lips.

Really silly.

Wasn't he acting obvious enough?Why keep asking.

Cen Luo suddenly didn't feel like talking, so he didn't say anything, just stood there with a calm expression.

But Song Mohan seemed to have glimpsed a glimmer of vitality from this unusual silence, and gradually...