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

It seemed that Song Chen's urgency to "hate marrying his grandson" could not be stopped.

"Grandpa, I'm going to the bathroom." Song Mohan touched his forehead, feeling helpless.

"Go, go, your grandfather is here."

"Xiao Song, the second door on the left."

"Mom, let me go with him."

Song Chen: "..." How can there be such a caring granddaughter-in-law who even pees with her.

Song Mohan: "..." Did Luo Luo mean to accompany me to the bathroom?You heard me right.How embarrassing is that, he hurriedly answered, "It's okay Lolo, I can do it."

Surrounded by two strange eyes, Cen Luo suddenly felt hot in his ears.

Mom smiled and said, "That's right. It takes a lot of effort to close the window of our toilet. You have to lift it first, and then turn it cleverly to lock it completely. Xiao Luo, go and help Xiao Song close it."

"Yeah." Cen Luo nodded, got up and hurried into the toilet.

Song Mohan rubbed his nose and followed. As he walked, he thought about Cen Luo's embarrassed look just now. He really thought it was cute, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

To be honest, it has been a while since we got together again, but apart from a kiss on the island, the two of them did nothing, and Song Mohan was not depressed, but his mood was unexpectedly soft and calm, as if there was something deeper than lust. Stuff has been flowing quietly, over everything else.

"Okay." Cen Luo closed the window, turned around and saw Song Mohan standing behind him, his gaze unconsciously moved down, his face instantly burned for some reason, and he said, "Then I'll go out first."

As he said that, he hurriedly took a step, but he didn't expect to be tripped.

"Luo Luo, be careful." Song Mohan stretched out his arms with quick eyes and hands, gently and carefully encircling him firmly.

Cen Luo's head fell into Song Mohan's chest without any deviation, with both hands resting on his waist, his beautiful eyes were tightly closed.

After maintaining this position for more than 10 seconds, he felt a little dizzy, but he could still clearly hear the rapid heartbeat, which echoed each other, but it was difficult to tell who was beating faster.

Song Mohan stretched out his hand and gently stroked the back of Cen Luo's neck, comforting him in a hoarse voice, "It's all right."

"Yeah." Cen Luo looked up, just in time to meet Song Mohan's focused and cherished eyes.

Song Mohan froze for a moment, then suddenly took a deep breath.

Maybe, can he try to be a little more greedy?

"You can let me go." Cen Luo muttered, his voice was soft, and every word was glued together, like a spoiled child.

Song Mohan couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth silently, let him go politely, and then rubbed the broken hair on Cen Luo's forehead, feeling satisfied again from the bottom of his heart.

"By the way, I just wanted to tell you that I will have a good talk with grandpa when I get back. I'm really sorry today. I made you and aunt laugh. Don't..." get angry.

"I'm going out!" Cen Luo's face was expressionless for a moment, and he closed the door with a "bang" without looking back.

Fool!

Song Mohan: "..."

Sure enough... still angry.

After returning to the country with great difficulty, Mr. Song saw his grandson's sweetheart with his own eyes. While he was satisfied, his chatter box was completely opened up, and he dragged Cen Luo's mother to chatter endlessly, as if he had regarded him as a real in-law.

The old man also "intimately" asked Song Mohan to step down, which made Song Mohan extremely headache and embarrassed.

"Xiao Luo, then you can take Xiao Song to your room for a sit down."

"Yes, you children are talking about children, let's continue talking about ours, in-laws, don't make dinner, and I will ask my butler to pack the best food from the best restaurant in our Song family later later."

Song Mohan: "..."

So... how long are we going to talk?

Cen Luo led Song Mohan into the room, and as soon as the door closed, there was a moment of silence in the air.

In his previous life, he wished so much to bring Song Mohan to visit his home. In his bedroom, he wanted to talk to him about his past and the future with him, but in this life, with Song Mohan standing here, he felt a little Sorry, trying to figure out what to talk about.

But unexpectedly, he kept silent, and Song Mohan spoke first.

Song Mohan looked around. It turned out that Cen Luo's room looked like this when he was a child. The awards on the wall proved Cen Luo's excellence since he was a child. Song Mohan looked down and saw a family portrait on the desk, and paused.

"Lolo, is there more than one picture in this picture?" His memory suddenly became blurred, and some blurred pictures were quickly plundered in his mind.

"Huh?" Cen Luo raised his eyes to see his focused expression, "There are four in total, my room, mother's room, and brother's, in every room."

"Lolo, is there another one in an apricot-colored wallet?" Song Mohan asked suddenly, and he began to remember something.

"Huh? How do you know? It's my father's wallet, and it's apricot-colored." Cen Luo looked at him suspiciously.

"Is that wallet still there? Can I see it? Is there a photo in it?"

There is indeed another one, which is a photo of myself in high school.

Cen Luo opened the drawer, and there was a stack of belongings belonging to his father and brother. The wallet was in it, and he handed it to Song Mohan.

Song Mohan took it carefully, his eyes were a little urgent, and he couldn't get rid of the vague feeling.

what is the problem?

He suddenly remembered the air crash, a fragment he had never thought of.

A beam of bright sunlight just fell from the gap of the gauze curtain, and the moving dust was clearly visible in the tiny beam of light.At this moment, he opened the wallet and looked at the photos inside, and many pictures flashed through his mind unexpectedly.

He completely remembered it!

That day, he had just sat down in the VIP room booth at the Capital Airport when he stepped on something. Looking down, it was an apricot-colored wallet.

He bent down and picked up the wallet with two fingers, opened it and looked at it, and there were two photos in it.

One is a family portrait - the host is kind, the hostess is gentle, a boy about 5 or 6 years old is holding a newborn baby, the family of four are happy;

The other one - the background is a tree-lined path, a boy wearing a loose school uniform, short sleeves and trousers is standing under a tree, the bright sunlight shines on his face through the gaps in the leaves, the skin is so white that it seems to be glow.

Song Mohan immediately recognized the person in the other photo, that rainy night, the boy who redeemed his soul and said "like him".

And this person was the reason why Song Mohan went to City A that time!

He successfully obtained the control of the Song family. He took this flight back to City A to find this boy, and he wanted to continue his relationship with him.

Even hard work pays off!

Soon, Cen Luo's father and elder brother hurried back to look for the wallet. After Song Mohan returned it to the original owner, he chatted with Cen Luo's father. Later, the two of them were located next to each other on the plane.

From Cen Luo's father, Song Mohan knew about Cen Luo's excellence and the warmth and harmony of their family. Song Mohan also talked bluntly with Cen Luo's father about his past and the purpose of going to City A.

Cen Luo's father smiled heartily, feeling that everything was fate, and generously expressed that he could let Song Mohan boldly pursue his youngest son.

However, the plane crashed, Cen Luo's father and elder brother both died, and Song Mohan, the only survivor, was seriously injured and lost part of his brain memory...

This memory of the past roared through the fog intertwined with time and space. Song Mohan looked at Cen Luo's charming light-colored pupils and told what happened at that time.

Cen Luo couldn't help being in a daze. Although things were a little abrupt, they were destined to have a fate between them. This may be the meaning of his rebirth, in order to live up to such a fate of life and death.

Cen Luo's head was covered by the slightly drunk sunlight at the moment, surrounded by soft air, in front of him was Song Mohan, his eyes were shining brightly, as if everything was hidden in his deep eyes.

Cen Luo's heart suddenly beat violently.

In the previous life, I expected happiness for a long time and wanted a life for a long time. In this life, this is probably the moment like now.

"Lolo, at that time, I wanted to pursue you well, but I didn't do it in time, and in the end, everything expired."

"Now," Song Mohan paused, clenched his palms to hide the uncontrollable fear and tremor in his voice, and said in a deep voice, "I'm really glad that I still have this opportunity to sit beside you."

"Lolo, thank you, I want to tell you, I want to be with you forever, I really want to, always want to, never change."

Cen Luo raised his head abruptly.

They were very close, their eyes overlapped, their breaths merged, and the atmosphere was gentle and lingering.

The next moment, the wind blew up, the gauze curtain fluttered, and the sun shone in, shining in all directions, and casting two intertwined shadows.

A person who only knew how to wait and give in his previous life, originally wanted to take revenge until he knew the truth and gave up in this life, but in the end he knew how to accept emotions.

A person who originally only thought about selfishness, learned to be tolerant, patient, silently waiting and guarding, giving true emotions, and at the same time completely awakening the lost memory.

The two of them didn't know much about true love at first, but after going around a big circle, when they came together again, they miraculously formed a perfect relationship.

"I want to eat steak and foie gras at night, the most authentic ones~" Cen Luo leaned on Song Mohan's shoulder with half of his body weight, giving orders lazily.

"No problem, let's do this. I'll ask Secretary Zhao to go to the hotel to get the ingredients in a while, and I'll cook it myself, so that grandpa and mother can also taste my cooking." Song Mohan supported him effortlessly, as if he was supporting himself All of them, with unconcealable love overflowing from their eyes.

"Who is your mother?"

"..."

"I won't be angry if you cook for me in the future."

"Are you serious? Lolo...then are you willing...to move back to the villa before going abroad?"

Cen Luo didn't respond.

Song Mohan sighed silently.

"Come to my apartment tomorrow and help me pack, and then, go home."

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