Die with the boss [Quick Transmigration]

Sea View No. [-] is one of the residential areas with the highest average price in the city. Even among the top five luxury houses in the country, the penthouse apartment in Luocheng is the king of the building kings.

There is no other reason, because this community was developed by Shengshi Real Estate.

After Si Chen's information was entered into the smart lock of the gate, Luo Cheng helped him push the suitcase in.

Since the cloakroom at home was almost destroyed, Si Chen just brought over the suitcases that were brought to the film crew, which was convenient.

The interior decoration of the apartment is in a minimalist post-modern style. The main color is black, white and gray. Most of the furniture and lighting are in gold-based metallic colors. The floor is covered with cold and hard marble, which looks unpopular. Not many things have been moved into Shangluocheng, just like a cold model house.

Sheng Changyu had never lived in this house, so it was probably originally intended for Sheng Rongchuan.

Although this cheap father is emotionally indifferent to him, he is extremely rich and generous materially.

Luo Cheng usually lives in the master bedroom on the second floor, and this house only has a guest bedroom on the first floor. Since there are no people there, he used it to store sundries.

Now that it's midnight, it's probably too much for the two big men to sort it out in a short time.

Luo Cheng scratched his ears, and said embarrassingly: "Why don't you just make do with it tonight and live with me? Tomorrow I will ask the housekeeper to clean up."

Si Chen had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Luo Cheng raised his finger and pointed upstairs, and asked, "Then... are you going to rest now?"

Si Chen and him looked at each other, and within a second, the two of them looked away at the same time, one was looking at the French window and the other was looking at the wardrobe.

I don't know why, but this sentence sounds...a bit weird.

There are bathrooms on the upper and lower floors of the apartment. After the two of them washed up separately, Luo Cheng came out with a new quilt and new pillows, and lay on a two-meter-wide bed, which seemed to be no different from sleeping alone.

This dilutes the inexplicable atmosphere between the two.

Luo Cheng turned off the lights and lay in the dark, he could hear the ups and downs of breathing of the people around him.

This made him almost have an illusion in a trance, as if he was still in the last world, in the damp and dark basement, in the cramped and sultry mecha cabin, by the sea, in the first rising sun, under the vast galaxy, And the one lying next to him was that headache-inducing little lunatic who would unconsciously get into his arms when he fell asleep, and then get up the next morning to kiss his ears...

Luo Cheng suddenly came back to his senses, pinched his tiger's mouth hard, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his body.

Reminiscing about the past is the worst thing, he must not allow himself to drown in the memory.

He squeezed his eyes shut, eager to get himself out of this emotion.

Si Chen's breathing didn't sound like he was falling asleep, so he turned his body sideways, looked at the figure lying quietly in the darkness, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to chat?"

Si Chen lay still, but his voice was clear: "What are you talking about?"

"Whatever you want, you can talk about anything," Luo Cheng rubbed his pillow, thought for a while and said, "For example... do you have any clue about this incident?"

Si Chen folded his hands on his stomach, laying down peacefully, and his tone didn't sound like panic or fear.Perhaps as a public figure, he has long been psychologically prepared for such a thing.

He asked flatly, "For example?"

Luo Cheng turned over and lay on his stomach, hugging the pillow and said, "For example, the gifts that Xiao Ma received from your house have all gone through the preliminary inspection of your agency, and they should also open the sealed packaging to look at them." Right? How could things like animal carcasses not be found out? Is it possible that the person who gave you this thing is someone from your company, or is it a pony? "

Si Chen shook his head: "The cat's corpse was specially treated, the blood was drained, and charcoal bags were placed in the box, and it was sprayed with strong perfume. It couldn't be seen from the outside. The company's people wouldn't The inspection is so careful, as long as there are no flammable and explosive items inside, the presents will be packed and placed in the storage room, and then the pony will pick them up. Therefore, the prisoner may be external or internal, and there is no way to get out of it. in conclusion."

Luo Cheng gave a "tsk" in his heart, recalling the scene that Xiao Ma recounted to him, and suddenly remembered the sentence written on the full-length mirror: "'I love those who love me, and I hate those who hate me'... the prisoner Why did you write this sentence? Does this sentence have any special meaning for you or TA?"

Si Chen quickly replied: "No. I don't know."

He is lying.

Luo Cheng couldn't help frowning, turned his head, and carefully looked at his profile in the dark.

"The Count of Monte Cristo" tells the story of Edmond Dantès who, after 14 years of wrongful imprisonment, becomes the Count of Monte Cristo to avenge his former enemy.The hero Edmond repays his benefactor Morel, that is, "I love the one who loves me"; at the same time, through careful planning, he brings his enemies Caderousse, Tanglars, Fernand and Villefort to life step by step. Pushed into the abyss, this is "I hate my people".

And Edmond's experience, changing his identity, entering the social circle of the upper class in Paris through a series of elaborate designs, and getting close to his former enemy step by step... This is also very consistent with Si Chen's experience.

If that sentence is really alluding to this, then that horrible illegitimate meal is likely to be someone who knows Si Chen's real life experience, maybe someone he once knew, what's more... he directed it himself self-acting.

Luo Cheng's thoughts involuntarily slipped to the latter guess: If this is really just a self-directed and self-acted show, then why did Si Chen do this?

Thinking stopped abruptly, like a road that suddenly reached a cliff, and he couldn't go on when he reached this point—in any case, he couldn't see how this matter was good for Si Chen?Why don't you live in his house? !

Si Chen asked abruptly, "What are you looking at?"

Luo Cheng reacted quickly, and said with a smile: "You look good."

Si Chen seemed to be choked by him for a moment, and after a few seconds he said helplessly, "Go to sleep, don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"

Luo Cheng: "What about you? What are you going to do tomorrow?"

"Stay home and rest for a day," Si Chen sighed, his voice gradually softening, "I haven't had a rest for more than a year..."

After less than 10 minutes, his breathing gradually stabilized. Luo Cheng listened quietly for a while, confirming that he was really asleep.

In this situation, it seemed that he had really let go of his guard around him and was completely defenseless. If Luo Cheng didn't know what kind of person Si Chen was, he might have believed it.

What the hell are you thinking?

What exactly do you want?

The biological clock developed over the years allowed Si Chen to wake up naturally before seven o'clock the next morning.

When he woke up, he felt the warmth on his wrist.

Luo Cheng lay beside him again, with his fingers resting on the radial artery of his wrist, the temperature passed through the thin skin, as if even the heartbeat was connected as one.

This action made Si Chen feel an indescribable complexity in his heart.

Of course he understood that this action was not done to him, the person who made the other party develop this habit was that mysterious person named "sīchén", his lover.

However, Si Chen asked the private investigator who had checked Sheng Rongchuan for him to re-screen his background carefully, including how many boyfriends/girlfriends Sheng Rongchuan had had since he was a child, and where are those boyfriends/girlfriends doing now? It is no exaggeration to say that Sheng Rongchuan's understanding of his own love history is not as thorough as his - but, among those people, there is no one named "sīchén", not even one with a similar sound.

Although this had nothing to do with his goals and plans, Si Chen still couldn't help wondering, who is this person?

He lay motionless for a while, looking sideways at Sheng Rongchuan.The person next to him was sleeping deeply, and the handsome sculpture-like face was slightly deformed by the pillow, which seemed to have a completely different "contrast cuteness" from usual.

After confronting each other several times, Si Chen found that the Sheng Rongchuan he knew was completely different from the dude in the information and rumors. After dating him for a period of time, no one would think that he was that sensual, sloppy, and ignorant The young master of the wall.

If this was the real him, why had he disguised himself as that before?Clumsy?

But he is the only heir of the Shengshi Group, who would harm him, why should he hide his clumsiness, and even flee overseas for several years, almost invisible in front of the public?

The heirs of normal family-style consortiums, who are not extremely high-profile and eager to make a career, even if they are low-key, they are still public figures who make news from time to time.Unlike him, the other three members of the Sheng family are so high-profile, but he still doesn't even have a clear frontal photo in the media.

Si Chen looked at the face that was close at hand.

It is said that the most real time is when a person is asleep, but even if Sheng Rongchuan is lying beside him, he can't see through him.

There are too many mysteries about this man.

Si Chen carefully removed his hand from his wrist and put it on the pillow, then got up lightly and went downstairs to wash.

This house is very clean. Not only is it hygienic and clean, but there are also very few things that can reveal the breath of life. Many original decorations and hanging paintings were taken off and thrown into the guest room, where they were piled up in a mess. It seemed that the house was big and empty, and it didn't look like it was inhabited.

Si Chen walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door and looked, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching: there was only mineral water and beer in the refrigerator, but there were quick-frozen dumplings in the freezer, and I don't know how long it had been there , all stuck together firmly.

There are no takeaway boxes in the trash can, and there are no pots, pans and seasonings in the cupboard. It seems that the brand new dishwasher is very lonely.

All the sense of mystery and mystery has disappeared, and the only thing Si Chen can't imagine now is:

Does this little poor kid usually eat takeaway every day, and only survive on drinking water at home?

There was an imported supermarket downstairs, so Si Chen had to get dressed, put on a hat and mask and go downstairs.

It is impossible to ask him to buy a full set of kitchen utensils and fried rice noodles. At most, he can buy a pot, fry an egg and toast.

——Even if those things are to be done, he cannot do them.

What is his status now?not suitable.

The penthouse has its own private elevator, which goes directly from the 36th floor to the first floor. After pressing the button for the first floor, Si Chen lowered his head and swiped his phone.

He was watching a funny video, when suddenly there was a strange call on his mobile phone, the number was not displayed, but it showed "restricted".

His expression froze, and then subconsciously looked up at the elevator monitor.

The self-contained bell rang tirelessly in the narrow elevator compartment, he bit his lip, took a deep breath, and pressed the answer button.

"……Hey?"

The other end of the receiver was as quiet as if no one was answering. After a few long seconds, a low chuckle sounded from there.

Si Chen shuddered all over, and grabbed the handrail of the elevator car with his other hand.

"Do you like my gift, dear?" The voice said softly and slowly, like a poisonous snake "hissing" a letter in his ear, cold and calm, "Long time no see, I really miss you ah."