Die with the boss [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 93 The Count of Monte Cristo

The phone was still vibrating tenaciously and unrelentingly.

The two stared wide-eyed.

Si Chen took a deep, deep breath, then smiled and said, "Sheng Rongchuan, can you stop being so childish?"

Luo Cheng raised his eyebrows.

Oh, this word is so fresh, especially when it comes from this person, it is even more humorous.

"There's no need to discuss it," he said. "You and Sheng Kexin, let alone a relationship beyond friendship, I won't let you float the boat of friendship."

Si Chen slowly suppressed his smile: "Can I know why? Just because you think I have bad intentions?"

Luo Cheng looked at him with cold and deep eyes, looking at him long enough to confirm that he understood what he meant.

The vibrating sound of the phone call finally stopped.

Luo Cheng smiled and said softly: "You should understand."

Then he stood up and walked out of the dressing room, grabbing his phone that was ringing for takeout.

Si Chen sat there stiffly with his eyes downcast, and squeezed his trembling hand tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Luo Cheng followed Si Chen like this for almost a whole day, until Sheng Kexin sent him a message in the evening, asking him to go home for dinner.

This matter is even fresher than Si Chen calling him "childish".

Since he came by Sichen's car, he could only take a taxi back. The film and television city is in the northern suburbs of the city. Unfortunately, the Banshan Garden where the Sheng family's mansion is located is in the southern suburbs, separated by a city full of evening rush hours.

When he finally returned to Sheng's house, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

During this time, Sheng Kexin didn't urge him, as if the news in the evening was just a casual notice, he didn't want to come, he didn't want to come back.

Luo Cheng entered the door, took off his coat, the servant took it, and said softly: "Young master, sir and madam are waiting for you in the living room."

Luo Cheng raised his eyebrows.

Because he didn't eat on time, his delicate stomach had already started to ache, but the couple obviously didn't give him time to eat, so it's not like something serious happened if they waited so hard.

As Luo Cheng walked towards the living room, he thought carefully in his heart: What did they find out about me these two days?Or has the mess left by Sheng Rongchuan been uncovered?

In the living room, Sheng Kexin was nestling on the sofa playing with her mobile phone, she was chatting with someone, giggling; Sheng Changyu and Zheng Meilin were sitting at the two ends of the couch, one was reading the company's year-end financial report and the other was doing manicure. The middle seems to be separated by the Chu River and the Han Dynasty.

Luo Cheng walked over and lowered his head: "Dad, Mom."

Sheng Changyu put down his tablet, took off his glasses and looked up at him with sharp eyes like a falcon.

Zheng Meilin waved her hand to let the manicure maid leave, and said softly to Sheng Kexin, "Xinxin, can you go upstairs first? Mom and Dad have something to tell your brother."

Sheng Kexin glanced at Luo Cheng, then at Sheng Changyu, curled her lips and stood up, putting on her tender pink rabbit fur slippers: "Then I'll ask Xiaohui to go up and do my nails?"

Zheng Meilin smiled and said, "Go ahead."

She said to the young maid who did her manicure just now: "You don't need to come over after Xinxin is done, just go to sleep."

Xiao Hui glanced at Luo Cheng anxiously, and said, "Okay, ma'am."

After all the irrelevant people left, Sheng Changyu pointed to the seat where Sheng Kexin sat just now, and said succinctly, "Sit down first."

Luo Cheng twirled his fingers, sat down as he said, and sat upright.

Sheng Changyu looked at him with cold eyes, as if he was looking at a utensil, or a defective product that he was not very satisfied with.

He asked, "What did you do today?"

Luo Cheng quickly replied: "Yesterday at Xinxin's birthday party, I met a friend I was able to talk to, so I went to play with him."

"Is it that little star named Lin Yuchen? I heard from Xinxin that the two of you had a fight at the resort this morning." Zheng Meilin said suspiciously, "What are you looking for to 'play' with him? Maybe you're looking for a gangster to teach others a lesson right?"

Luo Cheng really convinced these parents, and he didn't know what a muddy image Sheng Rongchuan was in their hearts.He said steadily: "No, I went to visit the set and bought food and drinks for the whole crew. We got along pretty well. The incident in the morning was just a misunderstanding."

Sheng Changyu frowned, with a deep wrinkle between his brows, and said in an unhappy tone: "Don't have nothing to do with such dubious people, learn more!"

As a man who sold his appearance and made his fortune by eating soft food, Sheng Changyu also looked down on those male stars who were famous for their appearance, as if this could negate his shameful past.

It can be seen that his attitude towards Si Chen yesterday was all fake, he is worthy of being an old actor.

Zheng Meilin gave him a squinting look, with a hint of a smile, with disdain and sarcasm in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Luo Cheng lowered his head and said respectfully: "I see."

Sheng Changyu snorted coldly, unable to tell whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with his attitude, and asked again: "What did you go to the hospital for two days ago?"

Luo Cheng replied calmly: "I just came back to the country and I'm not acclimatized, and I'm not feeling well. I asked the driver to take me there. Didn't he report it to you?"

Sheng Changyu sneered, but he didn't sound particularly angry: "Oh, I'm not acclimatized, do I need to see a psychiatrist?"

As he spoke, he flipped open the protective case of the tablet, pulled out a stack of photos and threw them on the table, the movements were not even heavy.

But this just shows that he has been furious.

Sheng Changyu's emotional control was excellent, the angrier he got, the less obvious he was on his face, instead he downplayed it as if he was just chatting.

Luo Cheng's heart skipped a beat, but he wasn't particularly surprised. He had also thought of this result. After all, Sheng Rongchuan's illness could not be hidden for a while.

But this hospital, which claims to be the best in terms of patient privacy protection in the country, is too perfunctory, bad review!

He picked up the photos and flipped through them one by one.Among them are the scenes of him getting out of the car and entering the elevator, and then jumping to him coming out of the doctor's office, and then coming out of the hospital with a plastic bag of medicine in his hand.

Fittingly, all avoided a certain "black sweater".

Luo Cheng gritted his teeth: Why is he not surprised at all?

It seems that the hospital did not disclose his personal privacy, because Sheng Changyu immediately asked: "What disease do you need to go to the psychiatric department, tell me?"

Luo Cheng tilted the corner of his mouth, raised his head, and smiled mischievously: "You really want to know?"

Zheng Meilin couldn't understand his appearance very much, his expression turned cold in an instant, and he said in disgust: "Speak humanly to me."

"Oh——" Luo Cheng dragged his voice for a long time, and before she could break out, the end of the voice landed loudly, "Because, I won't lift it."

Both Sheng Changyu and Zheng Meilin were stunned, their cold faces froze comically.

Sheng Changyu seemed to think he heard it wrong, and asked again: "What did you say?"

"I won't lift," Luo Cheng blinked, and said innocently, "I saw a doctor before returning to China, and the doctor said it wasn't a physical problem, but a psychological disorder."

Zheng Meilin's exquisitely drawn red lips opened and closed, closed and opened again, and asked for a long time: "No...you...how did you...this...you had a lot of girlfriends in London? "

Luo Cheng smiled and said, "That's the problem. I change it too often, I'm tired of aesthetics, and I don't have 'sexual interest' for the time being. The psychiatrist suggested that I stay away from women for a while and cultivate myself for a while."

Sheng Changyu couldn't hold back anymore, he patted the table and said, "Nonsense!"

Luo Cheng immediately admitted his mistake obediently: "Father, I was wrong."

"You..." Sheng Changyu rubbed the center of his brows, he felt a headache, and it was hard to say, "Then, when will this problem be cured?"

Luo Cheng spread his hands: "It's hard to say, it can be as short as a few days, and it can be long... a few years is not impossible."

Sheng Changyu originally wanted him to talk to his partner's daughter, so he had to take a break for a while, and became more and more disappointed with this son.

Not studying, smoking and drinking, drag racing and fighting is fine, no matter how muddy the wall is, as long as he is still there and the company is still there, you can give him a bite to eat, but now this bastard has messed up the relationship between men and women and got it... ...do not lift? !

He waved his hand irritably: "Hurry up, it's Monday tomorrow, don't forget to go to work in the company in the morning!"

Luo Cheng hasn't eaten yet, so of course no one cares.

He pressed his stomach, which was getting more and more painful, stood up, and said with a smile, "Okay. Good night, Mom and Dad."

Back in the room, Luo Cheng instantly turned expressionless, took out his cell phone, and dialed a number.

It took a long time to pick up the other end, and Si Chen's voice sounded a little tired: "Hello?"

"It's me." Luo Cheng's face was sullen, but his voice was lively and light, "Have you finished work yet?"

Si Chen paused for a second before saying: "...not yet, the next scene will be filmed later."

"Oh, do you have time tomorrow? Let's meet."

"What's the matter? You can come to the crew to find me."

"There are too many people on the crew, it's not good," Luo Cheng smiled, his white teeth gleaming coldly in the unlit room, "After all, I found some very interesting things... I guess you should You don’t want others to hear it, do you?”

Si Chen paused for longer than last time, and when he spoke again, his voice was obviously cold: "When and where?"

Luo Cheng smiled, and hung up the phone neatly.

There was a dark feeling in my heart.

Damn, I told you to always piss me off, are you the brother of Cheng or the brother of Cheng back then?

Ten minutes later, Luo Cheng sent him a text message with the time and address. After finishing the work, he threw the phone aside and ignored his reply. He lay on his side on the big bed and curled up like a shrimp.

Stomachache.

Sheng Rongchuan has no other medicine besides Qu/Ma/Duo.

Let's sneak down and look for it later.

At this moment, the door was knocked lightly.

Luo Cheng got up and opened the door, and standing outside the door was Xiaohui, the maid who did the manicures for Zheng Meilin and Sheng Kexin just now, holding a tray with hot food, a glass of water and a plate of stomach medicine.

Luo Cheng was startled: "This is?"

Xiaohui's face was a little red, she avoided looking at him, and said in a low voice, "Miss Xinxin asked me to bring it...Young master, you haven't eaten dinner."

Sheng Kexin?

Forget it, the screaming chicken sister is not so caring.

But he didn't expose it, took the tray and smiled at her gently: "Thank you, and thank her for me."

Xiao Hui blushed and nodded, mumbled "Good night, young master", turned around and trotted away.

Luo Cheng looked at her back, and touched the bone of her brow thoughtfully.

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