After rebirth, the soft and small milk bag vest can no longer cover

After rinsing for several times, Su Cheng finally stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. His face was covered with water droplets. The hair on his forehead was wet and was now dripping with water.

The next second, he clearly saw the corners of his mouth in the mirror turned up, and the curve of his mouth seemed to be about to reach the back of his ears.

"I didn't expect that the cold and indifferent Qian Jiahong would actually say thank you. It's like the sun rising from the west..."

Su Cheng looked at himself in the mirror smiling like a flower, and suddenly felt that it was actually a good thing for him to be able to help him.

And as he got to know Qian Jiahong better, Su Cheng felt that he was not as annoying as he was at the beginning. On the contrary, he believed that they could become lifelong good friends.

He hummed a little tune contentedly, pulled the towel hanging beside him to wipe his face, and patted his cheeks before leaving to encourage himself so that he would not reveal any flaws due to excessive excitement.

On the other side, Qian Jiahong looked at the scene of Qian Jiahong running out of the room with a confused look on his face. For some reason, he seemed to have suddenly become crazy.

When Su Cheng came back, Qian Jiahong saw that he looked very proud and energetic with a faint smile on his face, so he frowned slightly.

I looked down at his hands and asked, "Didn't you bring the game cartridge?"

Su Cheng, who was confused by the question, hummed in confusion and scratched his head: "What are you talking about?"

Qian Jiahong said seriously: "Didn't you just say that you would take me to see the game you strongly recommended? That game is not..."

He was interrupted by Su Cheng before he could finish. He quickly turned on the computer, tapped on the keyboard for a while, then clicked on a game interface and pointed at it and said, "The game is on the computer. Here, this is it."

After that, I asked curiously, "Did you experience the fun of the game?"

As if he had thought of something, he pinched his chin and muttered seriously, "Oh no, you're a good student. What if the teacher finds out that I took you to play games and your grades drop?"

Qian Jiahong didn't hear his muttering, but responded directly to his previous statement.

"No."

Su Cheng frowned and asked, "No? Then why are you asking about the game? I thought you wanted to play it."

Qian Jiahong lowered his eyes: "I just want to use this to divert attention."

After he finished speaking, he said seriously, "How about we go out and play fighting?"

Su Cheng was puzzled and pointed at the game on the computer and said, "You'll get bored of fighting games after playing them too much. It's not as fun as this."

Qian Jiahong asked: "What kind of game is this?"

Su Cheng said: "5v5 competitive game."

Qian Jiahong was silent for a while, and Su Cheng asked curiously why he wanted to divert his attention.

He explained: "I'm not in a good mood and want to release stress."

Su Cheng originally wanted to ask him what kind of pressure a little kid had, but when he suddenly thought of the situation at his family and what he had done for Mu Jingyue, he swallowed his words back.

Then he replied: "...Okay, then I'll go play fighting games with you."

Just like that, after Su Cheng communicated with his father and mother and got their consent, Su Cheng played fighting games with Qian Jiahong for a whole night, until he became numb from repeating the game over and over again, and it ended at dawn in the early morning.

Su Cheng looked as if he couldn't hold on any longer and was staggering, his eyelids drooping as if he would fall asleep in the next second.

He yawned as he watched Qian Jiahong start the single-player PK mode, holding the game controller in a daze and concentrating on the screen in front of him. Seeing that Qian Jiahong was still energetic and didn't look sleepy at all, he asked listlessly: "Qian Jiahong, where is your energy..."

Before he finished speaking, Qian Jiahong said something.

"I've thought about it, let's do it."

Su Cheng: “?”

What is he saying?

What is this? How is this done?

He turned his gaze towards the screen in confusion, and saw the words "Single player PK successful" displayed in large letters.

Qian Jiahong stood up, said he was going to the bathroom, and walked away.

Although Su Cheng didn't know what happened to Qian Jiahong suddenly, he rubbed his eyes, yawned, and then was too lazy to care about him. He just fell back on the sofa and closed his eyes.

He doesn't want to care about anything now and just wants to have a comfortable sleep.

When Qian Jiahong came back from the bathroom, he saw Su Cheng sleeping soundly on the sofa. He looked at him for a few more times, then sat on the empty seat on the sofa and whispered thank you to him again.

It’s a pity that this thank you did not receive a response and it disappeared like the wind.

He took out his cell phone and checked the time. It was already half past four. If he called him at this time, he might disturb him.

After careful consideration, he took a deep breath, opened the text message, edited a few lines and clicked send.

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The cell phone dinged, but Mu Jingxian ignored it.

He made himself a cup of strong black coffee and sat on the sofa downstairs in a daze for a long time.

He thought a lot, but felt like he was thinking of nothing.

Rather, it was more like recalling everything that had happened so far.

Connecting all the events together, Mu Jingxian couldn't help wanting to laugh.

It's not the kind of laughter that comes from the heart, it's the kind of ridicule.

Laugh at God's arrangements and laugh at the tricks of fate.

Five years ago, Lin Qizhe killed Qian Jiahong's mother and escaped with the help of Qin Yin's organization. Two years ago, Lin Sisi's father Lin Feng drove drunk and killed his parents, and escaped again with the help of Qin Yin's organization. Not long ago, Lin Qizhe killed his niece Lin Sisi in order to seize the family property, and her soul accidentally possessed his only surviving sister...

What happens next is clear without explanation.

I just feel more and more that things are heading in an outrageous direction.

And what kind of feelings do I have towards Lin Sisi now.

These... He really thought about them all night.

Mu Jingxian suffered from headaches one after another. He picked up the cold coffee and took a sip. He quickly put it down and pinched his temples in an attempt to relieve the symptoms.

Remembering the message alert tone just now, he subconsciously picked up his phone and opened it, and saw a message.

The sender is Qian Jiahong.

Mu Jingxian raised his eyebrows and clicked in.

He looked at it for a while longer, and his brows furrowed due to the headache caused by staying up late.

Then I called him.

Qian Jiahong on the other end of the phone was surprised to hear Mu Jingxian calling. He answered the call and then ran to a quiet corner to answer it.

"Have you made up your mind?"

"Ah."

"Okay, I agree to your request."

"Thank you, Mr. Mu."

"Then hang up."

"...Mr. Mu, you haven't rested yet so late?"

Qian Jiahong was stunned when he said this, and even he himself didn't know why he thought so.