Transmigrated as a Rich and Vicious Widow

Chang Qing didn't know what Lu Zheng told Lu Shi. Anyway, they had a peaceful dinner that night and went back to rest.

Chang Qing went back to the bedroom to take a bath. I don't know if it was intentional. There was a mirror inlaid on the wall of the bathroom in this bedroom. It was so big that Chang Qing could see his body every time he took a bath.

At first he was still not used to it, but now that he has done it more often, he has gradually gotten used to it.

He took off his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. In just one week, he gained weight again, although the clothes did not show it.

His waist is slender, and now it is a bit wider, but it is not obvious from looking at it. Only by pinching it with hands can the soft flesh be squeezed out.

Still have to start exercising, or ride a bicycle to the company?

Forget it, it would be exhausting.

Chang Qing didn't continue to think, he turned on the hot water and started to take a bath.

After taking a shower, Chang Qing felt tired. He picked up his phone and opened WeChat.

He has been asking for leave these days. Qiao Zhenran and Zhang Xinyu have both looked for him, and it is basically nothing serious. Chang Qing went back once and never came back again.

Now that I'm back, I have to tell them.

After Chang Qing finished talking with them, he turned to Moments in a disturbed manner.

Although he has always been calm, what Lu Shi said still stabbed him and made him feel very uncomfortable.

He also tried his best to stop himself from thinking about it. Lu Zheng was right, not graduating and fussing with idiots, thinking like this can make him happier, but some words are the most hurtful, how can you not care about a word when it hurts someone? Just get up as if nothing had happened?

At least Chang Qing couldn't do it.

In this way, under such distraction, he turned to his own women's clothing photo "..."

Chang Qing was taken aback, rubbed his eyes, and it turned out to be those photos of him, so Lu Hua put them in Moments so carelessly. A few days ago, almost just after taking the photos, he put them on friends immediately time point of the circle.

After Chang Qing was dressed, he immediately got up from the bed, stepped on soft slippers and went to Lu Hua's room.

"Lu Hua, open the door." His tone was calm, and he didn't scare Lu Hua away.

Lu Hua opened the door and poked her face out, "What's the matter?"

Chang Qing said, "Come out for a while."

Lu Hua was reluctant, "It's not convenient, I just took a shower and haven't put on any clothes yet."

Chang Qing: "..."

He endured it, and he wasn't angry at first. He and Lu Hua didn't have many friends in common, so he didn't feel ashamed. Hearing her say that, he was also discouraged, "Forget it, you go to sleep."

Lu Hua complied obediently, and then closed the door immediately.

Chang Qing was stunned for a moment, then remained silent for a while, then turned around and went downstairs.

He couldn't sleep, and he always liked to think about it, which made him uncomfortable. Chang Qing remembered that there was a wine cabinet in the side room of the living room, and he planned to drink some wine to help him sleep.

It's just that he bumped into Lu Zheng just as he took out a bottle of red wine.

At this time, Lu Zheng was wearing a loose T-shirt and off-white casual trousers, and sat on the sofa with a pair of soft-soled slippers. He also arched his knees and stepped on the sofa with his legs together. He lowered his head and wondered. What.

Chang Qing changed his mind and went back to get an extra cup.

"You can't sleep either?" Chang Qing sat on the sofa next to him, and put one of the two glasses in front of Lu Zheng, and the other in front of himself.

Lu was stunned for a moment, raised his eyelids to look at him, and gave a soft "hmm".

"Let's drink some wine together. Isn't this wine supposed to help you sleep?" Chang Qing said.

Lu Zheng didn't look at him, he was thinking about his own affairs, and answered Chang Qing casually: "Don't get drunk."

Chang Qing muttered: "It would be better if I was drunk, and I can sleep until dawn after a night of sleep."

Lu Zheng didn't speak.

Chang Qing picked up the bottle and opened the wine bottle, poured a glass for Lu Zhen, poured a glass for himself, and said, "It doesn't have a prescription, I can't get drunk, I can drink cocktails, and of course I can't get drunk with this wine."

Lu Zheng put his foot down, picked up the wine glass, took a sip of the red wine, and swallowed it.

Chang Qing took a sip and smiled slightly: "Your family's wines are all good wines, and the ones I got are the oldest ones."

When Lu Zheng heard the words "your family" in his mouth, he was slightly unhappy. He raised his eyelids, looked at him deeply, then quickly retracted, and said in a low voice, "You can't sleep because Lu Shi What did you say?"

Chang Qing didn't speak.

Lu Zhenwei was a little impatient, "Didn't I tell you? Why are you arguing with that idiot?"

Chang Qing said, "I didn't argue with him."

He lowered his voice, "I just think, maybe it's just like what he said, I came here to mess up your house."

There are other meanings in his words, but Lu Zheng won't understand, he only knows that what he said is wrong, "Fart, why are you so stubborn?"

Lu Zheng was very irritable, and could hardly care about other things, he stared straight at Chang Qing, "If you are wrong, then we are all wrong, don't you think I will comfort you?"

As he spoke, his whole body felt uneasy again, "...It's not your fault anyway, don't let me think about it, I told you from the very beginning that I have nothing to do with you, understand?"

Chang Qing was taken aback. Lu Zheng's reaction was too intense, with impatience and irritability that could hardly be concealed on his face. He paused for a moment, forced a smile, "Hey, I just said it casually."

Lu Zheng grabbed the glass, raised his neck and drank the glass of red wine in one gulp.

Chang Qing glanced at his face, "Are you unhappy?"

Lu Zheng said coldly: "What's wrong with me?"

Chang Qing felt that something was wrong with his recent emotions, and it was not easy to ask the reason. Now that Lu Zhen reacted so strongly, the reason was confirmed. It must be because of what he said.

Chang Qing relaxed his expression, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Your face is full of 'I am not happy' and 'I am not happy', I thought you were really unhappy."

Lu stared blankly at him.

Chang Qing had no choice but to soften his tone again and again, "I'm sorry, I was just thinking about it, and I will punish myself with a drink."

He also drank the glass of red wine in one gulp.

This red wine has a strong taste, the alcohol content is not high, it is not easy to get drunk, and its stamina is also slow. Chang Qing only feels that his lower abdomen is warming up, but he doesn't feel anything else.

He poured it again for Lu Zheng and himself, and said nothing more, pecking at the red wine bit by bit, with an air of cherishing it.

Seeing his appearance, Lu couldn't hold back, and said, "In addition to the wine in the wine cabinet, there is also a wine cellar. My dad loves to drink and has stored it for a lifetime. You don't have to save it for him."

Chang Qing paused for a moment, then replied: "It's not provincial...it's quite delicious, this kind of wine can't be drunk, right? You have to savor it carefully like tasting tea."

Lu Zheng snorted coldly: "I'm not particular about it."

Chang Qing laughed, "Aren't you angry?"

Lu Zheng said coldly: "What's wrong with me, I'm just annoyed by your self-pitying look, you don't suit that expression."

Chang Qing didn't feel bad when he heard it, he just smiled and said, "That's right."

The atmosphere became silent again, with a slightly weird atmosphere.

Chang Qing drank half a glass, and finally felt the heat from his lower abdomen slowly crawling to his face. He put down his glass and said thoughtfully, "Two more drinks, and I should be drunk."

Chang Qing looked at Lu Zhen, "I have to go to sleep."

Lu Zheng nodded, "Go."

Just as Chang Qing was about to get up, his feet suddenly went limp, he lost strength and fell forward.

This is not a suitable place for wrestling, the front is the sharp edge of the coffee table, Chang Qing's fall directly hit that corner.

Lu Zheng lowered his eyes and didn't look at him at all, and it was too late to reach out his hand when he realized the accident.

Chang Qing let out a muffled snort, propped his hands on the coffee table, and sat back with his body limp.

Lu Zheng couldn't help but said, "Are you stupid? Can this fall too?"

Chang Qing's face was wrinkled in pain, and when he heard his words, he pulled the corners of his lips reluctantly, and said in a low voice, "I'm tired of drinking this wine."

Lu stared at his wrinkled expression, and couldn't speak any more angry words, "...Look at his legs."

Chang Qing didn't hear clearly, Lu Zhen kicked the coffee table away, reached out and grabbed his ankle, "Push it up by yourself."

Lu Zheng was talking about pajama pants, Chang Qing took a breath, and stretched out his hand to slowly lift up the soft and loose pajama pants.

He wasn't that delicate in the first place, but the skin and flesh of the original owner's body is much more delicate than his, and because his mind has been pampered and slack, now he can't even stand the slightest pain.

Chang Qing originally thought it was just a minor injury, but he didn't expect the cut to be so long, and bright red blood gushed out immediately, even staining the pajama pants.

Seeing the opening, Lu Zheng moved his lips, wanted to say something, but held back, and said quietly, "I'll get the medicine, I'll wait."

Chang Qing responded, and watched Lu Zheng get up to get the first-aid kit. He took out some sanitary napkins, wiped off the shocking blood on the snow-white flesh, took out ointment and squeezed it, and was about to spread it evenly Come on, he paused again, and gave Chang Qing an unhappy look, "Wipe it yourself, so I won't hurt you."

Chang Qing let out an "oh", and stretched out his hand to wipe away the ointment. Of course it was painful. Chang Qing would "hiss" and "ow" from time to time, which made Lu Zhen frown.

After applying the medicine, Lu Zheng took out gauze and wrapped it around him, and tied it in a knot. Finally, he said to Chang Qing, "Take the medicine once a day. If you don't want to leave a scar, there is also a scar-removing medicine here. Apply it yourself."

Chang Qing responded.

Lu Zheng got closer to him, and smelled the mellow and rich aroma of wine on his body.

There is a strange thing when people drink alcohol. Even if the wine is drunk into the stomach, it seems to be fermented, and it floats out from the seven orifices and pores of the person. ,

On the other hand, the aroma of wine on Chang Qing's body carried a warm smell, which was very nice.

Lu Zhen restrained himself and closed the lid of the first-aid kit as if nothing had happened, stood up, and put the first-aid kit aside, "I've had enough wine, stop drinking, and go to sleep now."

Chang Qing stared at the half glass of wine and said, "I'll go right after I finish this."

Lu Zheng also sat down.

He controlled himself not to look at Chang Qing, it was only the two of them at this moment, even if he looked at it, no one would see it, but he couldn't make such an opening, once this opening was made, he would become more emboldened.

It was rare for Lu Zhen to want to smoke to relieve his worries, but he couldn't. He didn't touch this kind of thing very early, because Lu Chenghui and Lu Xuan were not allowed, and he had to be in good health to be in charge of the Lu Group for a long time.

It is also for this reason that he does not touch alcohol or tobacco. Of course he can drink alcohol, but he does not go deep into it. As for the cigarettes, forget it.

Lu Zheng still remembers the first time he learned to smoke when he was 14 years old. He was discovered by Lu Chenghui before he had a taste of it, and then there was a fuss, forcing him to promise never to touch it again. Son.

No one cares about him now, he can smoke as much as he wants, but except for this moment, he usually doesn't have this idea.

There was no other reason why Lu was thinking so much. He felt that his abnormal little thoughts could be suppressed lightly and skillfully just like the urge to smoke at that time.

After that, even if I think about it occasionally, I won't have any more thoughts.

Just like... Changqing.

Lu Zheng realized what he was thinking, his heart skipped a beat, he grabbed the wine bottle and drank it wildly, causing Chang Qing's mouth to grow wide in shock.

After drinking that bottle of red wine, Lu Zhen's cheeks turned red quickly. He has an abnormal physique. According to medicine, he lacks an enzyme to relieve alcohol in his body, so his face blush easily. Although he can drink well, he The after-effects are always greater than others. He doesn't like the feeling of being out of control, so he can stop drinking if he doesn't drink.

When he drank this bottle, he wanted to put out the fire of the dim sum, but he didn't expect it to make the fire of the dim sum even hotter. He couldn't help thinking, how did Chang Qing look at him so wrong back then, how did he do it now? Such frankness and no evil thoughts?

There is no solution to this, and he doesn't want to ask him.

He didn't want any ambiguity between them, so he wouldn't ask this question either.

It's just that if he doesn't get an answer from the person concerned, he will inevitably be confused.

Lu Zheng felt irritable again, and felt disgusted by his petty thinking.

He was getting annoyed when he heard Chang Qing ask him: "You drink like this, what a waste."

Lu Zheng didn't look at him, but looked down at the crystal clear glass, "Don't waste it, I'm going to sleep."

Chang Qing nodded, and he also finished the red wine in the glass, and said to Lu Zheng, "I have to go to bed too... This red wine really helps sleep, and it also makes people feel good."

It seemed that because of the strength of the alcohol, his whole body was hot and soft, and the scratch on his calf and knee became less painful.

Lu Zhen took one last look at him. If he had a physique that blushed easily when drinking, then Chang Qing was prone to drunkenness. With just these two glasses of red wine, a faint pink appeared on his fair cheeks, and his eyes were full of tinge. It was so bright that it was hard to look away.

But Lu Zheng could still look away lightly and nonchalantly, and said to Chang Qing as usual: "Go to sleep."

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