After the scumbag awakens

What's on your mind?

Jiang Ran snorted, "Zhou Chen, don't be too self-righteous."

The young man just sat on the corridor, allowing Zhou Chen to look down at him condescendingly, but he didn't look weak at all.

There was a sneer on his lips: "Brother Qi doesn't like you either, we each rely on our own abilities."

Tit for tat, full of determination.

However, Zhou Chen had already calmed down, and just glanced at him contemptuously, the sarcasm in his eyes was fleeting.

Immediately, without saying anything, he turned around and followed Qi Ran.

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The scene shot at night is Xie Hao's big wedding.

When Gu Huaijing went to the south of the Yangtze River to investigate the corruption case for him, he was in a dangerous situation and had a narrow escape from death, Xie Hao soared, not only gained the support of more ministers in private, but also received the imperial decree of marriage from His Majesty.

A rare pro-emperor faction in the aristocratic family, the youngest daughter of the Ye family.

The relationship between the Ye family and the Gu family can be traced back decades. At that time, the eldest daughter of the Ye family fell in love with the second son of the Gu family. , just suffering from the decline of the other party's family and not being able to persuade their parents.

At this juncture, Ms. Ye's family resorted to frequent tricks and killed the woman for her own selfishness, which led to the death of the Gu family's son-in-law, and the two families forged enmity.

Afterwards, with the faintness of several emperors, the two families had different political views and diametrically opposed attitudes towards the royal family, and finally broke completely.

But Xie Hao seemed to be unaware of this well-known fact in the capital, and proposed to marry the daughter of the Ye family in court.

Ten miles of red makeup, do your best to honor.

For such a happy wedding night, Gu Huaijing didn't know anything and hurried back from thousands of miles away.

He remembered that tomorrow was Xie Hao's birthday.

So when the corruption case in the south of the Yangtze River came to an end, he threw off the protection team and hurried back to Beijing regardless of his own health.

Because he remembered his promise.

But Xie Hao forgot.

In the middle of the night, the wedding banquet had already dispersed.

The bright hall is full of red silk, full of joy, but it is so quiet that it makes people scared.

Gu Huaijing was dressed in black and stood alone outside the door.

He seldom wore such a deep color, but he looked pale and sickly all the time, as if a gust of wind could blow people down.

Xie Hao seemed to raise his hand that was tucked under his sleeve, but he still didn't move.

He stood in front of Gu Huaijing, his expression was friendly and gentle, his tone was exactly the same as half a year ago, as if he was not married today, nor had he reached an agreement with the Ye family.

He cared: "Huaijing, the night is cool, come in and talk."

Gu Huaijing looked at the dark red clothes on his body, and there was a hint of bewilderment in his eyes.

A sarcasm gradually parted from his lips, but he slowly bent down and saluted, "Congratulations, Your Highness King Rui."

Xie Hao stopped him and frowned slightly, "What are you doing?"

He seemed a little displeased, "I haven't seen you for half a year, do you mean you have a relationship with me?"

Gu Huaijing lowered his eyes, his face remained calm, and even the sarcasm just now was negligent, "Your Highness doesn't need ministers anymore."

Xie Hao frowned even deeper, "You never called me Your Highness before, what happened today?"

"It's not what it used to be," Gu Huaijing's soft voice seemed to be blown away by the night wind, it sounded like a sigh, "Your Highness should have understood earlier."

Xie Hao couldn't help being a little angry when he said this, he said sharply, "Gu Huaijing, talk to me carefully!"

The air seemed to be silent for a moment.

In the cold night, only the candlelight flickered faintly.

Gu Huaijing raised his eyes.

He has always been introverted, and he smiles gently when he sees people. Even if he is alone in the court and takes power, he is still gentle and calm. He decides life and death while talking and laughing.

But at this moment, the light in those eyes, which were as transparent as glazed glass, shattered.

Gu Huaijing spoke softly, "Your Highness wants to hear what I have to say?"

Xie Hao suffocated for breath and was speechless for a while.

But the young man slowly straightened his back, lowered his eyes and chuckled, "I have known Your Highness for six years, and we have been together for five years. I have stepped into the officialdom for you and tried my best to seize power with my biological father and my family. There was never a second word, but now..."

The moonlight suddenly sank, and there was a faint thunder explosion outside the clouds, and the scattered leaves were blown by the wind, making them feel cold.

Gu Huaijing only wore a single shirt, standing under the eaves with his whole body cold, staring at Xie Hao.

There was no light in those eyes that were always warm and smiling, only a deep desolation remained, "Ming Xu, Xie Hao, Your Highness King Rui, where do you put the Gu family..."

He couldn't go on, coughing suddenly and violently.

Xie Hao subconsciously wanted to help, but was waved away mercilessly.

His hands froze in mid-air.

In the frozen air, pouring rain fell.

The rain splashed under the eaves wet Gu Huaijing's robe.

His coughing gradually stopped, his cold fingertips gently wiped something from his lips, and hid it in the black sleeves, nothing could be seen.

The half sentence finally fell lightly.

"...Where do you put me?"

Thunder exploded in the sky.

The bluish-white lightning made Gu Huaijing's face extremely pale, only the thin lips that were usually pale in color were red like dripping blood.

Without looking at Xie Hao again, he turned around with a flick of his sleeves, and walked into the rain curtain step by step.

The cold rain soaked his robe, and the bone-piercing coldness quickly spread to the internal organs along the veins, making him shiver.

But the fire in my heart did not go out, and countless figures and scenes flowed before my eyes.

"Xie Qi is not a kind person, Xiao Wu, don't let him deceive you."

"Nizi, do you really want to fight me for an outsider?"

"Gu Huaijing, you will definitely regret it!"

"Hahaha, what do you think you are, Xie Hao raised a dog!"

"Fuck you, Gu Wu, I'm waiting for your end in the ground!"

In an instant, the world was spinning.

The young man's frail body hit the ground heavily.

"Crap!" Director Zheng shouted excitedly, "Xiao Qi, hurry up and change clothes, drink a bowl of thick ginger soup, don't catch a cold!"

Before the words finished, Zhou Chen and Fei Rong had already rushed over.

One of them was holding an umbrella and holding a absorbent bath towel, and the other was about to help Qi Ran on the ground regardless of being wet by the heavy rain.

Qi Ran opened his eyes after Director Zheng called out, and slowly stood up while supporting Zhou Chen's hand.

His hands and feet were cold, and his body was drenched. The black hair on his forehead was condensed into strands, and drops of water rolled down his cheeks from time to time.

Fei Rong felt distressed watching this scene from the side, wishing to rush up to take the person away halfway, but knew that he couldn't delay Qi Ran's work, so he could only hold back his emotions.

So did Zhou Chen.

The moment he saw Qi Ran fall down, his eyes went dark, his heart seemed to miss a beat, and he felt a sudden severe pain.

It wasn't until Qi Ran held his hand that he relaxed again.

They walked quickly to the lounge beside them.

The electric heater was on, Qi Ran was wrapped in a fluffy blanket, Zhou Chen wiped Qi Ran's cheeks dry with a soft cotton towel, and then took off the wet wig on his head.

The man's lips were a little abnormally blue, and he couldn't help shivering when the cold wind blew in.

After Zhou Chen noticed it, he couldn't help turning his head and reprimanded, "Close the door and go out."

The staff members had never seen such a cold face of the film king, and they were so frightened that they hurriedly ran over and closed the door, not daring to stay for a second and running out.

Fei Rong served the boiled ginger soup and handed it to Qi Ran's lips, "Brother Ran, you're almost done."

There is a pool of orange yellow in the porcelain white bowl.

The hot air surged up, and the pungent smell hit the face.

Qi Ran couldn't help turning his head sideways.

It was rare for him to be so obviously resistant to one thing, and Zhou Chen couldn't help being a little amused, but it was fine to be picky about food, but this time he was not allowed to be self-willed.

The man softened his brows and eyes, took the small bowl and coaxed softly, "Don't drink this now, you have to drink more medicine if you catch a cold."

Of course Qi Ran understands the truth and knows how to be more cost-effective, but he still doesn't want to force himself.

There was a muffled nasal sound in his voice, and he resisted very much, "Don't drink."

Zhou Chen lowered his voice, "You must drink."

Qi Ran glanced at him, then looked away at Fei Rong, "Give me the clothes, we'll go back to the hotel to take a shower."

However, Fei Rong, who has always been obedient to him, also stood by Zhou Chen's side this time, Rou Rou advised him, "Brother Ran, let's go back after drinking the ginger soup."

Qi Ran touched a soft nail, and seeing Zhou Chen staring at him again, he felt a little uncomfortable, and was about to speak, but an unbearable dry itch appeared in his throat.

He coughed, and saw Zhou Chen's dark eyes deepened. He lowered his head and took a sip of ginger soup, then leaned over to cover Qi Ran's lips.

Spicy liquid rushed into the throat unexpectedly.

Qi Ran frowned, and was forced to swallow because of difficulty breathing, and then he reacted, and bit the tip of the man's tongue fiercely.

The fishy sweet smell permeated between the lips and teeth.

The expression on Zhou Chen's face didn't change at all, as if he didn't feel any pain.

Blood and ginger juice mixed into a strange smell, and Zhou Chen was thrown away, his eyes were a little annoyed, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Chen backed away a little according to his strength, and smiled softly in his eyes, but looked a bit rascal, "Drink it yourself, or shall we do it again?"

Qi Ran: ...

It was rare to see his "invincible" host deflated, and the system that had been silent for a long time giggled.

Qi Ran just didn't want to vent his anger, and threw the traitor system into the small dark room without saying a word.

Then he took a deep look at Zhou Chen, ground his teeth, and drank the ginger soup in the bowl in one gulp.

After solving the medicine for bitterness and hatred, Qi Ran went to the room to change into a set of comfortable and warm clothes, and returned to the hotel in Assistant Zhou Shen's car.

The downpour just now had gradually subsided.

The rooms of the two were adjacent to each other, watching them close the door mercilessly, the smile in Zhou Chen's eyes became softer.

Immediately, he met Fei Rong's gaze behind him.

With a cold face, the little assistant warned in a low voice, "I hope what happened tonight will not happen again. Teacher Zhou, please restrain yourself and pay attention to the impact."

In an instant, Zhou Chen suppressed the smile on his lips.

When he was not smiling, his brows and eyes were indifferent, and he had a kind of power and background that made people dare not approach him.

However, Fei Rong was not afraid at all.

He emphasized again, "I hope Mr. Zhou pays attention to propriety."

"Of course I will protect him." Zhou Chen paused and glanced at him contemptuously, "but what does it have to do with you?"

Fei Rong said in a choked voice: "I am Brother Ran's assistant, so naturally I have to protect his reputation."

"Really?" Zhou Chen sneered.

He lowered his voice, "Then you have to hide your thoughts, Fei Rong, don't treat others as fools."

The two broke up unhappily.

Zhou Chen returned to his room, recalling the scene tonight, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

He sat alone by the window, slightly lowered his head and looked at the dark night outside, and the Qi Ran expression slowly played back in his mind.

The other party's overly realistic pain and resignation made Zhou Chen feel a sense of misty fear that he had never experienced before.

His sixth sense has always been very accurate, but at this moment he has no idea what he is panicking about.

But it made him inevitably think of someone.

Su Yunhe.

He stared at the name on the phone screen, and couldn't help but think of the rumors about Qi Ran and him back then.

Zhou Chen stroked the tiger's mouth lightly, and slowly exhaled a breath of depression.

He edited the email, checked the content several times, and sent it to an encrypted mailbox. He still felt a little worried about Qiran. He opened Wechat and wanted to give the other party a few more words, but after editing for a long time, the message was sent. Just got a red exclamation point.

The chat system prompts him:

[The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party]

Zhou Chen frowned puzzled, and sent it again.

The system prompts again:

[Send failed because the other party refused to receive your message]

The author says:

Zhou Shen: What's going on? ?

Qi Ran: Blocked, no thanks.

Goodnight little angels~

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Mengya 2;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles without money; 1 bottle of salted fish;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!