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

Gradually, an unbelievable ecstasy began to appear on Song Mohan's face.

"Can I still come to see you tomorrow?" He simply changed the way of asking, which was a blatant temptation.

"Tomorrow I want to make a proposal for a new robot in the hotel."

Song Mohan was not discouraged at all: "What about the day after tomorrow?"

"The day after tomorrow too."

"Is it okay the day after tomorrow?"

"Go back home the day after tomorrow."

"Then can I come back with you?" He asked persistently.

"... Whatever you want." There were some subtle emotions in the words, and they were no longer salty or bland as before.

Hearing this, Song Mohan's lips moved slightly, a strong feeling filled his chest, he couldn't help but want to hug the person in front of him, but he forcibly restrained himself the moment he raised his hand.

With a calm voice, he confirmed with a serious expression: "Cen Luo, now, do I no longer make you feel uncomfortable, or even make you feel a little relaxed and happy?"

Those peach blossom eyes were full of strong emotion, they were as bright as lights, it was hard to see.

Cen Luo's eyes moved slightly, and after a while, he closed the door with a "pop."

He gave Jiang Shaohan a chance to be a man again, and Song Mohan gave Xu Fei a chance to be a man again.

Cen Luo thought to himself, rebirth is fine, so why can't he give Song Mohan a chance?

Cen Luo obviously didn't reply, and closed the door, but Song Mohan felt as if another door had opened.

After a while, he touched the corner of his mouth.

It was found that it was warped.

He walked away with ease, and when the elevator door opened, he ran into Gu Ziyang head-on.

Both of them paused for a moment, then nodded at each other.

nod

——The way of reconciliation between two men, former rivals in love.

Song Mohan and Cen Luo hurriedly made an informal agreement that night and planned to return home together.They all arrived at the airport and passed the security check. Gu Ziyang went in first, but the airport staff suddenly refused to let them board the plane.

"Sorry, your two tickets have been cancelled."

what's the situation?

Cen Luo looked at Song Mohan suspiciously, and Song Mohan suddenly turned his head and glared at Secretary Zhao.

Secretary Zhao quickly waved his hand: "Boss, how could I want to go to Africa? I'll help you out right away."

Africa?

That's it, how could grandpa do this? !

"Cen Luo, listen to me, I really didn't do it."

"Ding--"

Secretary Zhao's cell phone rang, and he quickly picked up the cell phone to look at it, then said to Song Mohan tremblingly and hopelessly: "Boss, Mrs. Song sent a new ticket, and..."

Before Secretary Zhao could finish speaking, Song Mohan grabbed the phone, and his pupils trembled instantly.

Things are really endless!

Cen Luo couldn't help showing a hint of surprise on his face: "What else?"

"...What is Grandpa trying to do?" Song Mohan frowned.

"...What's the matter?" Cen Luo hesitated for a moment, then continued to ask.

"...Luxury honeymoon package in the United States." Song Mohan didn't dare to look at Cen Luo, and tightened his fingers on the phone.

At this moment, Cen Luo finally understood one thing, Song Mohan's radical proposal last time was definitely hereditary!

Even without asking for marriage, Song Mohan's grandfather directly arranged a honeymoon for the two of them, and there was no one else.

Secretary Zhao hurriedly went to the ticket office of the airport to inquire, but he knew that as long as Mr. Song stepped in, it would be almost impossible to buy air tickets in the next few days, but in front of the boss, he still had to pretend, even if he had been to Africa for ten years. There are eight or nine.

Cen Luo and Song Mohan retreated to the side of the VIP passage, and the atmosphere gradually calmed down.

The real ex, the undecided lover, is not gluey, but more like a broken relationship.

One was at a loss and was a bit tangled, and the other was afraid of being bored again if he talked too much, so the two of them didn't know what attitude to take and what kind of performance they should make.

However, with such a fuss, the current relationship...becomes more embarrassing.

Song Mohan made several calls to Song Chen, but they were all transferred to the voicemail.

"Cen Luo, I'm sorry, if you don't get the ticket...do you have any other plans?" After a while, Song Mohan took a step forward and took the initiative to break the silence.

Cen Luo lowered his head and fiddled with the raw edges of his cuffs, and said, "No."

"...Excuse me."

"It's okay, I really can't buy a plane ticket, I just go back to the hotel and stay for a few more days."

"That... I know my grandfather, so I'm sure I won't be able to buy a ticket to return home in the past few days... That... we will definitely not go on a package trip in the United States..." Song Mohan took a deep breath In one breath, "However, do you want to look elsewhere?"

"What do you mean?" Cen Luo raised his head in confusion, just in time to meet the man's slightly lingering gaze.

"There is an island." Song Mohan said in a natural tone, "The newly developed electronic technology park there is only partly open, but the service facilities on the island are already very complete. There are various professional fields you like in the park, such as communication and interconnection technology, Microwave and radio frequency, IC design and development and testing technology, opto-mechanical technology, avionics, information security, big data, cloud computing, Internet of Things, embedded software, professional software and information derivative services, bioelectronic instruments and reagents, etc., robot hall It is already in trial operation, and now you are the first batch of customers.”

"The first batch?" Cen Luo saw him talking eloquently, as if he knew a lot, and subconsciously asked, "That island belongs to you, right?"

Song Mohan frowned slightly, as if he didn't expect the direction of the topic to develop this way, but he didn't deny it at all: "It's my island, and the science and technology park is one of the projects invested by my company."

"When did the preparations start?" Cen Luo seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly began to ask.

"..." The expression on Song Mohan's face froze for a moment, but he quickly looked away calmly.

"About five months ago." He whispered, "You said my home...is behind the trash can."

Hearing this, Cen Luo pursed his lips and began to tug at his cuffs again.

These days, Song Mohan may have done more things in places he couldn't see.

A complex and sour emotion gradually surged up, slowly accumulating more and more, bumping back and forth in the chest, and finally turned into helplessness.

After a while, he suddenly asked: "Go over there now, can we have dinner in time?"

Song Mohan quickly turned his head and glanced at Cen Luo, his deep eyes were also stained with an imperceptible gleam of joy.

"...If you can catch up, you will definitely be able to catch up." He unconsciously sped up his speech, but his gentle tone remained the same, with comfort and indulgence in his words.

"Just on the plane, you may still be a little bored, but the small plane there is exclusive to the Song family. I will ask them to prepare your favorite food and movies right away, or you can go to sleep directly."

"It's okay." Cen Luo didn't have any opinion on this point, and asked casually while dragging the suitcase back, "Will it not delay your normal work?"

"No." Song Mohan raised the corners of his lips, and immediately followed him, shoulder to shoulder with him, his head slightly turned to Cen Luo's side, and his burning eyes fell directly on his beautiful side face.

"How could it be delayed." The magnetic voice lowered, looking extraordinarily gentle, as if he hadn't said anything, but at the same time he seemed to have said everything.

Cen Luo's heart beat twice inexplicably and irregularly.

"...Got it." He quickened his pace without looking at Song Mohan.

Song Mohan didn't speak anymore, he looked at the beautiful back of the head of the person in front of him, his eyes were soft.

Secretary Zhao followed as an invisible person and sat in the last seat.

Song Mohan sat beside Cen Luo, facing Song Mohan's hot eyes from time to time, Cen Luo chose to turn his head to one side, close to the soft leather seat, and silently closed his eyes.

Originally, he decided to close his eyes to rest his mind in order to cover up the abnormality that he might have, but he didn't know whether it was the pilot who drove the plane too steadily, or the smell around him was too familiar, which made him feel at ease. Really fast asleep.

When he woke up again, the plane had landed safely, and now that night was falling, it was just in time for cooking.

Got off the plane, got on Lincoln, got off 15 minutes later.

Dinner was held by the sea. The sea was vast, reflecting the beautiful scenery around.

The long dining table is covered with finely textured tablecloths. From the seats to the decorations, from the plates to the coasters, the carvings are all the same, but they are harmonious and unified.The side is covered with bright lights, and seasonal flowers are in full bloom all the way, like a dream.

Cen Luo stopped in his tracks, and couldn't help standing there quietly admiring it for a while, his sparkling eyes filled with the purest joy.

This island was carefully selected by Song Mohan. Even though it was completely dark, the wind on the seaside was not strong, and the slight sea breeze could actually feel warm on the face.

Cen Luo thought it was amazing.

Song Mohan didn't make a sound to disturb, watching the sea breeze blowing over the side face of the person in front of him, and blowing the broken hair on his temples, he suddenly felt that his heart was being blown softer by the gentle wind.

"What's that over there?" Cen Luo was attracted by a vaguely bright outline, squinted his eyes slightly, and recognized it for a while, and said in a calm tone: "There seems to be a sculpture?"

"Where are you talking?" Song Mohan looked in the direction he pointed, and then suddenly said: "Yes, it is a bronze statue of a little fairy. It is said that there is a story in it."

"What story?" Cen Luo was immediately aroused.

"Once upon a time, there was a little fairy who liked science and technology in the world. One day, he met a businessman who smelled like copper. The businessman fell in love with him at first sight and tried his best to pursue him, but the little fairy was unmoved. Days Days passed, and after several rounds of trials, the businessman finally moved him, and finally, the two were happily together forever."

Cen Luo: "..." This person is a little familiar, the plot is not quite right.

"What do you think of this story?" Song Mohan approached with a smile in his eyes, his tone was slow, as if he was serious about flirting.

Cen Luo endured it again and again, but in the end he couldn't hold it back, and gave him an annoyed look.

"It's very old-fashioned, especially this kind of ending."

Obviously annoyed, like a kitten sticking out a weak pad.Song Mohan lowered his head and laughed twice: "Okay. I will remember it and improve it next time."

Cen Luo ignored him and started eating on his own, but after a while, his movements slowed down.