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

"You actually made me want to try again—"

As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body was swept away by a strong force, and instantly fell into a broad chest.

"Sorry... no thanks..."

Song Mohan spoke incoherently, he didn't know what he was talking about, his nerves were extremely tense, his arms were still shaking, but he kept tightening his arms and hugging Cen Luo tightly, as if he wanted to completely melt into his flesh and blood, his eyes were swollen and The acid almost rolled down the tears.

He didn't dare to do more cross-border actions without authorization, but he couldn't express the surging emotions in his heart, so his breathing became more and more rapid, and the hot breath sprayed on the side of the other's neck regardless, causing a shiver.

bang bang bang-

The chaotic heartbeats of the two came one after another, and then intertwined again. In the end, it was no longer possible to tell who made it.

I don't know how long it took.

Song Mohan suddenly asked: "Then, do you like me a little bit now?"

This has always been the proud son of heaven, but now he doesn't have the slightest confidence in himself.

Even though her pursuit seems to have been accepted now, she still dare not expect to be truly loved again.

In fact, it wasn't that he was soft-hearted, but Cen Luo hesitated for a moment, and then quietly denied it.

"not at all."

The ejaculation started again.

Counting the rebirth, he and Song Mohan have been together for 4 and a half years, and only heard of liking once. It was not until he had given up on this relationship that he heard a word of love from President Song.And that liking and that love, Cen Luo didn't think it was sincere.

Of course, the past has passed, so he didn't want to settle the old score, but deep down, he still wanted to take a little revenge.

At least, let him be a little more nervous, right?

Cen Luo blinked, tilted his head, buried his whole face into the other's neck, and said softly, "You have to work harder."

"Okay." Song Mohan was already full of joy, and immediately promised in a hoarse voice, "I will, I will."

Cen Luo moved his head, his lips were close to his side neck, and the corners of his lips were secretly curled up.

How can you be so stupid.

After enjoying all the sea views along the way, it is getting late.

Entering the most luxurious villa on the island, the supporting facilities include indoor swimming pool, hot spring, and all kinds of electronic technology equipment. Looking out from the terrace on the second floor, you can just have a panoramic view of the most beautiful scenery.

"It's late, go to bed early after washing up." Song Mohan led Cen Luo around, and finally stopped at the corner of the third floor, "Which room do you want to live in?"

"That room." Cen Luo pointed, then strode over and opened the door.

"Okay, then I'll choose the one next door to you. The door is not locked. If you have something to do, just go in."

After gently exhorting him, he turned and opened the door of his room. The next moment, Cen Luo poked his head out and called out slowly.

"Don't we live together?"

Song Mohan immediately froze, and then couldn't help but take two deep breaths.

He has been abstinent for more than half a year, and now he is so angry that he explodes. If there is another person who has been longing for a long time to sleep next to him, his rationality and moral sense will collapse completely. At that time, let alone taking a cold bath and running at night, a group of gods may cast spells together. I am afraid it will not help .

"Are you sure?" He turned his head, his tone calm but slightly warning.

Cen Luo was not afraid at all, and continued to prod: "Can't you?"

Can't it?

no... can you?

So Song Mohan narrowed his eyes dangerously, and said in a low voice, "Are you overconfident in my self-control?"

"Oh? So I'm safe if I sleep in a separate room?" Cen Luo leaned his back against the wall, his eyes were full of cunning in the blink of an eye, and he carried his confidence to the extreme.

Just do it!

But Song Mohan had nothing to do with him at all, the original regular beating of the heart was hooked up and down, so he simply smashed his can, took a step forward, and said in a hoarse voice: "Yes, so you remember to lock the door, I might still sleepwalk in the middle of the night .”

The restrained and polite gentleman changed his face while speaking, his warm breath hovered over Cen Luo's sensitive ears, his lips seemed to be approaching, and finally he fell into a lingering kiss.

Then, he backed away half a step, his deep and hot eyes were from top to bottom, with undisguised lust, as if he used his eyes to occupy people from the inside out.

boom--

The door closed angrily, and Song Mohan was pushed out unexpectedly.

He looked at the closed door, but what he thought of was Cen Luo's bright eyes just now, and he couldn't help lowering his head and laughing happily.

"Good night, Cen Luo." He said silently.

Perhaps tonight, some people will finally no longer have insomnia, and some people will finally no longer have nightmares.

When Cen Luo woke up, the sky was already bright, and when he looked at his phone, it was almost twelve o'clock.

After hastily washing up, he walked out of the room and found that the door of the bedroom next door was open, everything was neatly packed, and there was no one in it.

When I went downstairs, I looked up and saw a handsome and tall man sitting on the sofa in the living room, with Secretary Zhao standing beside him.

"Ma'am, good morning." Secretary Zhao came as soon as he opened his mouth.

Song Mohan: "..."

Cen Luo: "..."

Secretary Zhao: "..." I sang coolly in my heart, one step closer to exile in Africa...

Song Mohan wanted to try to resolve the embarrassment, and got up to meet him: "Sleeping for so long, I must be very hungry now."

Secretary Zhao felt that the boss was not as good as him, so he dared to conceive of the boss's wife at this time—lazy and good at eating!

The proprietress must kill the boss on the spot!

"Good afternoon, Secretary Zhao." Cen Luo smiled politely, then stretched, and slowly approached Song Mohan, "Then why didn't you call me?"

Secretary Zhao: Come on, come on, the large production site is about to start.

He is happy in his heart, but if the boss's wife does it, it proves that the boss is not far from victory.

"Last night I slept late, I want you to sleep longer." Song Mohan had a smile on his face, "Are you hungry?" Repeating the previous topic.

"Yeah." Cen Luo nodded, and stroked his deflated stomach, feeling extremely hungry.

Secretary Zhao: ...? ? ?He was the only clown from start to finish?

He felt that he was about to burst into tears, not because he was ugly, but because it was the first time he had really eaten dog food after such a long time.

Really fragrant.

"It's already noon, let's have lunch directly." Cen Luo said.

"Eat when you're hungry, it's healthier." Song Mohan seldom refused him, with a hint of disapproval in his eyes, "I'll warm porridge for you in the kitchen, first drink a small bowl to lighten your stomach, and then have lunch, is that okay?"

Everything is arranged in an orderly manner, so why not?

Cen Luo held the warm whole grain porridge, lowered his head and sipped it.

Secretary Zhao couldn't help showing his aunt a smile, but a man said lightly from above his head: "Aren't you going to deal with the documents just now?"

"Okay, boss, I'm leaving now." Secretary Zhao didn't see enough, feeling a little disappointed.

In addition, regarding the matter of Africa, he broke the pot, and he just wanted to give an assist at this moment when he was doomed. "Boss, don't forget to drink the health-preserving soup you started to stew early in the morning."

After Secretary Zhao left, Cen Luo wrinkled his nose and sniffed the air, following the smell all the way from the dining room to the kitchen, "Mushroom chicken soup?"

"You smelled it all." Song Mohan laughed, "I haven't adjusted the flavor yet, please wait for me a moment."

Song Mohan took his time, his shirt cuffs were rolled up to his elbows, he picked up an onion and chopped it up with ease, and then sprinkled it into the soup together with a pinch of salt, and the aroma was immediately indiscriminate.

Regardless of the craftsmanship, the man holds the onion, cuts the onion, and spreads the onion so elegantly, it is exciting to watch.

Song Mohan filled a bowl: "Taste it."

The verdant green onion floats on top of the smooth soup, which looks delicious.

"what about the taste?"

Cen Luo was drinking soup and didn't have time to reply, so he just gave a thumbs up with his left hand.

Song Mohan took a sip himself, but he was not too satisfied: "It seems that the taste is a bit bland, we should add a few red dates to enhance the taste."

"I think it's quite fresh, better than mine."

A casual sentence caused Song Mohan's complexion to change slightly, and the spoon in his hand fell into the rimmed white porcelain bowl with a crisp sound.

"Cen Luo, I didn't eat the food you cooked for me before."

His Adam's apple moved slightly, and the voice he uttered became astringent: "I told you to go out of the study and don't disturb me."

"sorry."

The sudden apology surprised Cen Luo. It has been a long time since this incident, and Song Mohan actually remembered it. He was stunned for a long time before he said uncomfortably, "It's all over."

In fact, he was a little depressed. The atmosphere was obviously quite good just now, but he didn't know what to say before?

And it's really strange, logically speaking, even if people have repented of the wrong things they have committed, most people would try their best to avoid them, but Song Mohan is good, but he always takes the initiative to mention it in a bad manner.

"Because I want to apologize."

Song Mohan turned off the fire, and forced out a difficult smile in the increasingly stiff atmosphere.

"Your memory is very good. I think you remember everything that happened during our days together. So I want to explain and apologize for what I am wrong or what you may mind, and try my best to make up for it."

Is that so?

Cen Luo stared at him blankly.

He thought, maybe his memory is not good at all, otherwise, how could he not remember what he said.

However, Song Mohan remembered.

He really put his every word, even every expression in his heart.

An unspeakable feeling surged up in an instant, Cen Luo's eyes moved slightly, and suddenly he said seriously: "Song Mohan, no matter what, the past is over, so there is no need to pursue it, the important thing is the future."

Three years in the last life, one and a half years in this life, and half a year apart.

For Cen Luo, although Song Mohan had hurt him in the long years, he himself was not completely free from problems.Now that I plan to accept this person again, there is no need to worry about the things that cannot be changed in the past.

Unexpectedly, Song Mohan shook his head firmly.