Fuck your scumbag [Quick Transmigration]

The bright moon is hanging in the sky, and the evening breeze is blowing.

The silver light sprinkled the sky and the earth, reflecting a cool and frosty color, with a bit of coolness.

In an apartment in the city center, a person on the sofa is smoking a cigarette. His long legs are crossed together, his arms are resting on the armrest of the sofa, and he flicks the ash lightly. The ashes immediately fall from the air to the ground and collide into scattered pieces mince.

Ten minutes later, there was the rustling sound of keys opening the door of the apartment.

The man on the sofa had a very cold face, and his amber colored glazed eyes were light in color, looking very cold, and he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids when he heard the movement.

After Song Xu came in, he closed the door. Looking at the smoke around the room, he knew that the man was in a bad mood, so he walked over and stood beside him quietly, not daring to disturb him.

He lowered his head and looked at his toes, sniffing the smell of smoke lingering in his nose, with a little joy in his heart.

After Cui Shen let him go at the banquet, he didn't look at him again. He thought that the two of them would have to wait another week when they met again, but unexpectedly received another text message from him.

At that time Song Xu had already fallen asleep on the bed, and participating in such a banquet was always very exhausting, not to mention that because of ruining his sister's affairs, his sister had been ridiculing him and deliberately making things difficult for him, which was a bit difficult to bear.

But in the pajamas, he suddenly woke up when he heard the exclusive ringtone of the mobile phone. Although there were only two words written on it: come here.

But it also made Song Xu very happy. He specially picked out his favorite clothes, sneaked out in a hurry, and came here in a hurry.

Cui Shen threw away the cigarette in his hand, and the cigarette butt mischievously rolled down to Song Xu's feet, still carrying sporadic lights and wisps of white mist, which did not go out.

Song Xu bent down to pick up the cigarette butt, carefully put it in his palm, so as not to burn himself, and silently put it away.

The person's side face was smooth, and there was a familiar ruthlessness in the long and narrow eyes. He didn't look at himself, but just opened his thin lips and said calmly: "Delete the contact information, and you don't have to come here again."

It's like saying something that's no big deal.

Indeed, this matter was not a big deal to Cui Shen.

The boy who was standing quietly beside him and peeping at him turned pale instantly, his long eyelashes trembled twice, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to keep him, but knowing that he had no right to refuse, he lowered his head and took out the bag from his pocket. Get out your phone.

Then he handed it to the person, and the hand holding the cigarette butt trembled accidentally.

Mars burned the tender skin of the palm, and it hurt a little.

"Mr. Cui."

Sitting on the sofa, the man in a silver suit was too lazy to pick it up. There was no regret or hesitation on his face, and the heartless words flowed out, with a sullen expression on his face: "Do it yourself."

Song Xu retracted his arm again, his eyes were a little hot, he suppressed the trembling in his voice: "Got it." Then he turned on the phone and deleted all the contact information about that person in it.

The boy knew Cui Shen's temperament.

Retention is futile.

So, they never get in touch again.

"It's gone," the boy held the phone without that person's contact information, and felt empty in his heart for a moment. He suppressed the emotions that were about to burst, and asked softly, "Can you stay tonight?"

The corners of the lips of the person on the sofa were very cold, and he casually spit out two words, "As you wish."

Song Xu didn't have time to be grateful when he saw the man on the sofa get up, take the car keys on the table, turn around and walk out the door.

When passing Young Master Song, there was no pause.

However, this short contact successfully made the boy hold his breath.

Every time the man approaches, his heart will beat wildly, and it seems that he can recognize whether this person is Cui Shen or someone else, and he wants to confide all his love to him.

Even if that person's approach is fleeting every time, without a trace of emotion.

Song Xu felt the burning point on his palm, and watched that person go further and further away with red eyes. No matter whether the relationship between the two of them started or ended, he had no control over it.

But he didn't want any power at all, as long as he could stay by that person's side for a long time, he chased after that person before he opened the door.

But he didn't dare to get too close, just stood three steps away and looked at him, trying his best to hold up a smile, not letting the tears in his eyes flow down, and the tip of his red nose was filled with a sense of transparency.

"Can you tell me what I didn't do well, and I will correct it."

"Change?" Cui Shen turned his head to look at him, his light-colored eyes were naturally covered with a layer of alienation, he smiled softly, his lazy voice with a little breath was very nice, and hit people's hearts directly.

Song Xu gave a soft "um", clenched the phone in his hand tightly with five fingers, not daring to show any other emotions, and said softly: "Change it to what you like, even if, even if you let me be a substitute, it doesn't matter .”

As soon as the words fell, the smile on the face of the man with amber eyes disappeared, and those naturally cold eyes just looked at him so coldly, with a bit of heartlessness, as if looking at a not-so-good item , that pair of scrutinizing looks seemed to say: You deserve it too.

It was so bright that it hurt people.

The tears that had been held back for a long time fell from the boy's eyes instantly.

Bean-sized, hot tears, one after another, smashed into the fibers of the clothes.

It seems that there is no way to stop.

He...of course not worthy.

he knows.

It's just that what I knew before was too hazy.

Now at last this fact is clearly recognized.

Seeing him like this, Cui Shen suddenly changed his mind and didn't leave. He stepped in front of the boy in two steps, looked at the tears on his face, and said expressionlessly, "Wipe it clean."

Song Xu hurriedly raised his hand, wiped away the water on his face little by little, did not dare to cry anymore, forced a smile on his red eyes and looked at the person, still softly calling: "Mr. Cui."

The man curled his lips in mockery, lowered his head and grabbed his left wrist, half-closed his eyes, glanced at the cigarette butt in his palm, and the burn marks there, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Song Xu didn't dare to lie: "It hurts."

Cui Shen pressed his thumb on that spot, twisted it lightly, and his fingertips were instantly stained with a little sticky hot liquid. He frowned in disgust, and mercilessly dropped that wrist, letting it Hands slipped from the air.

The crumpled cigarette butt that was gripped fell to the ground, rolled down under the sofa, and disappeared.

"There are some things that you can't even touch," the man said unhurriedly in front of him, a glint of unknown meaning flashed across his eyes: "Understood?"

The pale-faced boy held back the physical tears that welled up in his eyes, and did not dare to smile from the corner of his lips, and softly answered him: "Understood."

"Be smart again in the future, don't expect me to give you a second chance."

"I see, Mr. Cui."

The author has something to say: Vice cps are all abusive and scumbags, there are no good people, so I don't really want to write.

If someone wants to read it persistently, they can write a scumbag and cool article, but no one should want to seek abuse, hahahaha.

Send a conventional ending:

After Jing Chi and Kong Si woke up from the creation cabin, they have been counting statistics and checking for abnormalities.

This is their 26th experiment. In order to meet people's spiritual needs, the research institute has developed more and more projects, allowing people to complete several world travels in a very short real time.

Due to the rich experience before, this "scumbag attribute" project for pre-marital testing was completed very smoothly.

After counting the data, Bai Jing and Qiao Xiaoning, who were traveling outside, were recalled, and a small meeting was hastily held together with Meng Yile and Duan Liushui. In the end, the six-member research team unanimously agreed that the project was passed.

Then just submit the report and wait for the above to be put into use.

Jing Chi was eating the meals made by intelligent robots 432 and 206, and looked at the person who was writing the report, "After experiencing these worlds, I am almost exhausted, Kong Si, in those worlds, your needs are really great. , It perfectly reproduces your edible characteristics."

Kong Si frowned while writing the report seriously: "I'm very hungry now, otherwise why would I write this boring report?"

That report was really boring, and Jing Chi pushed all of them to Kong Si because he didn't want to write that kind of stuff.

However, this is conditional.

Thinking of the condition, Jingchi immediately dropped his food and fled to the door, but Kong Si stopped him at the door, "Where do you want to go, it's settled, I will write the report, and you have to be mine tonight."

Jing Chi looked at the guy blocking the door, and discussed: "So, you write half of it, and I can find someone else to write the rest?"

Kong Si refused without hesitation: "No, other people think differently from me, so it's troublesome to explain."

Jingchi: "..."

Forget it, science is all about dedication.

And he didn't just give it once or twice.