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

Such a good Cen Luo, such an easily satisfied Cen Luo, why didn't he cherish it at the beginning!

All of a sudden, there were all kinds of annoyed emotions, mixed with heartache at the same time. Song Mohan's eyes were slightly hot, and he gently stroked the back of Cen Luo's head, and then walked all the way down, gently patting the delicate and delicate back of his neck. A pat, like comfort and caress.

"Cen Luo, people may have to go through different stages in their life, and they can be regarded as different people. At the beginning, Song Mohan didn't know what love is, and later Song Mohan didn't know how to love. It's not a good thing anyway. Humans, they have to suffer on their own, and there is nothing to touch you, so just ignore them, okay?"

Cen Luo's eyes flickered slightly, and he quietly buried his head in Song Mohan's neck, wondering what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he raised his head from Song Mohan's arms: "Song Mohan, who is the good guy then?"

He did it on purpose, he just wanted to be the man in front of him, he used to be angry and revenge, but now he is obviously used to it.

He clearly knew that Song Mohan's vinegar jar would be overturned, and he deliberately mentioned Gu Ziyang's name at this stall, with a soft ending.

as predicted!

Song Mohan's face changed suddenly, and he pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.

But Cen Luo refused to let it go easily, and continued to dance on the minefield: "What's wrong? Why don't you speak, Song Mohan."

"I'm not familiar with him." Song Mohan's tone was calm, but it was rare blunt when he listened carefully.

"Oh, not familiar. What about Jiang Shaohan, are you familiar?"

"..."

"In the car that day, didn't you still think that Jiang Shaohan cared about me? Did you call me overseas? He's become better now, do you think he's good?" Cen Luo thought of how sad Song Mohan was at that time. La Ha's speech was quite funny, and he wanted to "pay back" a little.

Song Mohan took a deep look at him, and said in a deep voice, "Luoluo, please forgive me, I'm really going crazy with jealousy."

Hearing Song Mohan call himself "Luo Luo" again, and looking again, Song Mohan's eyes were already burning hot, Cen Luo's cheeks were inexplicably hot, but he tilted his head, pretending to be indifferent: "Will you still lie to others in the future?"

At the beginning, he said "friend" and "others", but the eyes that looked at him were "lover" from beginning to end.

fraud.

But because of Song Mohan like this, he was really tricked in the end.

Just a little angry.

No!It should be very angry, very angry!

Song Mohan has already opened his mind. He finally saw through Cen Luo's little thoughts, so he was happy to play with him, and smiled half-truthfully: "Teacher Cen has taught you well, and students will never dare again. In addition, I can praise you Teacher Kua Cen? You are so kind and kind-hearted. For the sake of filling all the papers, I barely passed the exam. I am grateful, Teacher Cen."

Cen Luo almost froze because he was amused, and soon straightened his face again, and said in a calm tone, "Who said you passed? Besides, if I were a teacher, you probably wouldn't be the only student."

Song Mohan couldn't help but took a deep breath.

Not only did he fail, but Cen Luo didn't just give him one student's paper?

Song Mohan was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Cen Luo's blushing face, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled helplessly and dotingly: "Look at me jealous, are you so happy?"

Song Mohan has changed, really changed, this kind of dialogue is in the past, Cen Luo is looking for death, and swallowing alive cannot be avoided.

But now, Song Mohan is just as angry and jealous, but he learns to restrain himself more.

For Cen Luo, he is more conniving, pampering and cautious.

It's the kind of --

Afraid of being lost when seen in the eyes; afraid of flying when standing by the side; afraid of disappearing when held in the arms; afraid of being broken when held in the fist; afraid of being broken when held in the palm...

The psychology of fear of melting in the mouth.

A love that blends into the blood.

How could Cen Luo not be able to see this change, but still glared at him, and then, as if thinking of something, his eyes suddenly lit up: "You just said that I want to make up for the past, right?"

"Well, if you want."

"To be fair, I also compensated Mr. Song a few months ago who could stand for hours at a time in the dark and cold wind while eating dry vinegar."

Song Mohan laughed when he heard this, and retorted without thinking.

After all, to have the current result so quickly is already something he dared not even think about, so there is no need for any compensation.

But he hadn't had time to open his mouth yet.

In the next second, a shadow flashed by, and something soft touched his lips.

This is--

Song Mohan's eyes were shocked, and his whole body froze for a moment, completely stunned.

Was it a short kiss?

It's so short that it's really just a light scratch, it may not be superficial, and it disappeared early before anyone reacted.

Cen Luo succeeded in sneak attack, and was ready to retreat contentedly, but before he could go far, his arm was firmly grasped——Song Mohan had quick eyesight and quick hands, and immediately caught him back.

There was a deep light in his eyes, and his other hand hurriedly clasped the back of Cen Luo's head. When he approached, his whole body revealed a strong aggression.

Cen Luo's heart skipped a beat, and he was a little nervous because of his aura, thinking that he would be possessed fiercely in the next second, but in the end he pressed down aggressively and fell lightly.

It was a very innocent kiss.

The upper lip was licked, the lower lip was rubbed, the raised lips were gently pecked one after another, and the hot touch was tentatively felt at the jaws.

It's like a child finally got the long-awaited candy, but because he likes it so much and cherishes it so much, no matter how excited he is, he is reluctant to eat it all at once, and only dares to taste it bit by bit carefully.

Cen Luo suddenly had a sore nose, and then slowly raised his hand, wrapping his arms around Song Mohan's neck.

— A silent and enthusiastic response.

Song Mohan's movements were slightly sluggish, and then, heat began to well up in his eyes again.

He finally couldn't restrain himself anymore. Once the repressed desire was released, his whole body inevitably became eager, and his actions were overbearing and irresistible. After driving straight in, Cen Luo couldn't escape anymore.

Of course, Cen Luo never thought of hiding.

After more than half a year, they finally kissed together again.

A little unfamiliar, but also nervous, stumbling in panic, the two of them almost scratched their lips, and in the unharmonious kiss, the breath was deeply intertwined, and the panting was all hidden in each other's trembling and eagerness.

The two have been together for a long time, as early as the last life.

In this life, after going through misunderstandings, getting through separation, and knowing how to cherish, I finally clumsily started a true love.

The climate on the island is very good, with clear skies and moderate temperatures.

In a few days, Song Mohan kept his promise, and took Cen Luo almost all over the island, from the science and technology park that Cen Luo was most interested in to the art and cultural center, and also walked through the glass path between the cliffs and climbed the man-made mountains.

The island belongs to Song Mohan, and Secretary Zhao has also greeted them. Everywhere they go is peaceful, but where they need professional explanations, someone will come out to greet them immediately. It also seems to be reporting to the big boss.

Among them, the one with the most natural attitude is the curator of the Robot Museum in the Science and Technology Park. He is an old professor recruited by Secretary Zhao from MIT in the United States with a high salary. He has gray hair and a warm and kind smile.

He introduced the various robots in the museum in detail in English, and Cen Luo listened fascinated.

Before finally leaving, the old professor stood at the door, glanced outside, and then said something in his mother tongue.

The old professor is actually from Burkina Faso and his native language is French.

When Song Mohan next to him heard this, he immediately clasped his palms together, lowered his head slightly and put the tip of his nose to his fingertips, as if he was praying a very ceremonial prayer.

What's happening here?Cen Luo was full of curiosity.

He is fluent in English, but really has no experience in French.

So I couldn't help asking: "What do you mean by what the professor just said?"

Song Mohan put his hands down by his side, turned his head and looked at him with a smile: "He means that you will be safe, healthy and happy in the future."

"Huh? Really?" Cen Luo frowned, and couldn't help being a little suspicious. After all, the curator had never met him before, so how could he suddenly mention himself alone after meeting.

"You won't just translate it casually because I don't understand it?"

As a result, as soon as his voice fell, the old professor didn't know if he had guessed what he was thinking, and when he spoke again, he switched to English.

"I just told Mr. Song that the pond at the gate is exactly the same as the wishing pond in my hometown. In my hometown, there is a legend that has been passed down for a long time, which means that if someone makes a wish by such a pond, then he The person you love the most will be blessed by the gods, and you will be safe, healthy and happy for the rest of your life."

This time Cen Luo understood.

He looked slightly startled, and subconsciously looked at the people around him.

"Look, I didn't lie to you, did I?" Song Mohan stared at him, and there was clearly visible love in those deep eyes, a deep friendship that couldn't be concealed, a gift even an atheist would give even if he abandoned science. Sincerely.

Did not say love personally.

But it seems that love is everywhere.

Cen Luo took a deep breath, his chest was beating rapidly, like a little rabbit playing around in it, he was so guilty that he couldn't calm down for a long time.

In fact, although the two have reconciled, so far, he has not really expressed any liking.

But if Song Mohan asked implicitly whether he would be blessed at this time, Cen Luo thought, he would probably not deny it.

But Song Mohan didn't say anything.

It was as if, as long as he gave love alone, it was enough.

Cen Luo's eyes moved slightly, the corners of his mouth curled up silently, and then, looking at the pond, he quietly made a wish in his heart.

The author has something to say:

It will be over soon.

Once Song Zhazha got the hang of it, he would follow through to the end.

Mama wishes you happiness qwq