Zhou Shao of Rebirth

Ever since Wang Er got off the plane and set foot on the land of Yuzhou, he was out of his mind and was dumbfounded.

Hitting Zhou Heng's back again, Zhou Heng couldn't help but turn around and hit him, "What's going on? Lost your soul?"

"Ah?" Wang Er stroked his forehead in a daze, "Young Master Zhou, what's the matter?"

"Why are you so tall and look like you, who is the boss? Can you still use me to take care of you?" Zhou Heng regretted bringing Wang Er here. Originally, he wanted to bring a bodyguard and nanny. Feel like a babysitter?

Wang Er's face blushed suddenly, he came back to his senses and smiled, and ran to the front desk of the hotel in front of Zhou Heng, "Miss, what is the room number we reserved? Surnamed Zhou."

The lady at the front desk has never left Zhou Heng's eyes since he entered the gate, and she blushed and nodded when she heard Wang Er's question: "Is your surname Zhou? Please wait a moment, I will check."

She lowered her head and rummaged through the registration book, and quickly found the corresponding record, and hurriedly took out the room card and handed it to Wang Er... Zhou Heng behind him said, "Sir, your room is at 5310 on the fifth floor. Please take the card, and you need to pay a deposit of two hundred yuan."

Wang Er pulled out the room card from her hand, took the cash handed over by Zhou Heng, and said to the nympho girl: "Miss, don't look, my young master has his own master, besides, you can't climb high." Get up."

Seeing the front desk lady's face turn pale suddenly, and she lowered her head in embarrassment, Wang Er was taken aback. He didn't expect that he would say such harsh words.

"That... I'm sorry, I didn't mean that..." Wang Er really wanted to slap himself, why did he feel weird when he got to this damn place?He must be out of character with this damn place.

Zhou Heng pulled him away by his collar, "Let's go, don't be ashamed!"

Wang Ersan turned around and saw the little girl at the front desk glaring at him with a bulging face, and smiled apologetically.

After entering the room, Wang Er was busy sorting the luggage. Zhou Shao's clothes were hung in the wardrobe, his own remained in the suitcase, Zhou Shao's shoes were put on the shoe rack, his things were thrown away, and Zhou Shao's The toiletries were placed in the bathroom one by one. He didn't bring them at all, and used the hotel's directly.

So more than half of their luggage belonged to Zhou Heng, and Wang Er only brought a change of clothes.

"Young Master Zhou, was I just... a bit wicked?" Wang Er has been brooding over this matter.

Zhou Heng was lying on the bed holding the remote control to change the channel, and glanced at him when he heard this, "It's good to know, next time I'm like this, I'll kick you out, but I know you are in love with the scene, it's inevitable, it's understandable."

"This……"

"After the delivery is over in a few days, I'll take you to see your old lover."

"No, no..." Wang Er quickly waved his hands, and said stiffly, "They're all married, there's nothing to look at, and it would be so embarrassing if I met them."

Zhou Heng rolled his eyes at him, "Then let's forget about that man beating you up last time? Can you have some backbone."

"Didn't you avenge me? Anyway, we grew up together, so there's no need to be too extreme."

"Chi..." Zhou Heng sneered, and didn't continue to talk to him.

If it was him, it would have to make the pair of dogs miserable that they didn't even know their own mother.

"Go call and order dinner, I don't want to go out this afternoon." Zhou Heng gave an order, then got out of bed, took home clothes, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Wang Er flipped through the service list on the bedside table, found the phone and dialed it. After ordering two set meals, he sat on the chair in a daze.

The recently popular costume drama was playing on the TV. Wang Er used to like to watch it the most, but today he stared at the TV for a long time and didn't see a single plot. From time to time, the scene when he fell in love with his ex-girlfriend popped up in his mind .

Of course, it is impossible to forget the relationship for so many years, even if I am completely disappointed in him, but I can still expose the bloody wound without recalling it.

He remembered a sentence Cheng Huanran said: A woman is like a delicate flower in a garden. She can bloom for you or for others. No matter how beautiful a flower is, it will wither. If he is not just you, you can find another flower Wouldn't it be great?

If you really want to count, Cheng Huanran is a few years older than him, but he has graduated with a doctorate and is not married. According to him, his love dictionary only has scalpels and no women.

At that time, Wang Er laughed at him for not being enlightened, but he was ridiculed by the other party that he was still a virgin at such an age, and falling in love was like not having a relationship.

The gloomy mood eased a little, Wang Er opened the notebook he carried with him, and wrote on the first page that he wanted to bring a gift to Cheng Huanran, which was agreed between the two of them when Cheng Huanran stayed at his house that night.

To be honest, he has never dared to regard Cheng Huanran as a friend. Wang Erchang is so old and has never made friends with such a high education. He always feels short in front of Cheng Huanran.

Especially when they first met each other as a quack doctor, Wang Er felt ashamed when he thought about it, but fortunately, the other party didn't care at all, and treated him like an ordinary friend, even in his rented room of less than fifteen square meters Stayed for one night and didn't dislike it at all.

Zhou Heng came out of the shower and saw Wang Er smirking at the TV, but his eyes were not focused on the TV screen. He thought he was thinking of his ex-girlfriend again, and immediately threw the towel over: "What are you thinking about? Has the meal been ordered?"

"I didn't think about anything." Wang Er caught the flying towel and trotted over to help him wipe his hair. "I ordered two pork rib set meals. I don't know what you like to eat. I'll ask them to send you a menu."

Zhou Heng still remembered the few restaurants that Lei He introduced to him. They were all the restaurants that Lei He had eaten in Yuzhou last time and thought they tasted good.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and Wang Erming's meal was delivered. The hotel's set menu was not very good, but it was still edible.

After eating, Zhou Heng went to catch up on sleep, while Wang Er was bored watching the silent TV series without daring to make a sound.

He didn't know that he would be assigned a room with Zhou Shao, and he didn't know that it would be too late to tell Zhou Shao to change to a small single room.

Zhou Heng woke up refreshed after a nap. He wanted to take Wang Er out for a stroll, but when he opened the door, he was forced back into the room by the oncoming heat wave.

Compared with Pingshui County, the heat in Yuzhou made Zhou Heng refresh his understanding of Xia Tian. He simply called a room attendant to come in and chat, and gave a tip of 100 yuan. The other party was so happy that he wanted to tell Zhou everything he knew. Balance.

Zhou Heng didn't dare to leave the room until the sun set. As soon as he left, all the hotel staff knew about this generous little guest.

He is handsome, has a good temper, and is a young man from a rich family. If he hadn't been a little younger, he might have captured all the waitresses in this hotel.

Zhou Heng took a taxi to the nearest business circle, found a hot pot restaurant introduced by Lei He, and ate hot and spicy hot pot with Wang Er in the summer.

"Huh... so spicy and so refreshing!" Wang Er couldn't bear to stop while shouting spicy.

He and Zhou Heng ordered a pot alone. Zhou Heng felt that he must eat seafood when he came to the coast, so he ordered a seafood pot. Unexpectedly, seeing Wang Er sweating profusely while eating, his appetite was aroused again.

He is not very good at spicy food, but spicy food is always very attractive, so Zhou Heng struggled for a while, and began to add vegetables to Wang Er's pot.

As soon as the hot and spicy food entered his mouth, Zhou Heng felt that his entire tongue and lips were numb, but he was reluctant to spit it out, so he chewed a few times with a bitter face before swallowing it.

Not to mention, the spicy hot pot is indeed more flavorful, and the clear soup with little water tastes weak at all, so it feels a little hot.

Wang Er brushed a lot of meat and vegetables for Zhou Heng, and fished them all into Zhou Heng's bowl. Zhou Heng saw that he had a good attitude, so he took the initiative to fish for him the endless seafood.

It's a pity that Wang Er can eat fish, but he doesn't eat seafood such as shrimp and crab. He thinks the fishy smell is too strong. Zhou Heng scolded him: "I don't know how to appreciate it!" and then ignored him.

Zhou Heng likes it, but he likes it, but he is impatient to peel the shells, and he stops eating after eating a part. He glanced at Wang Er who was sitting opposite, and said with emotion: If Lei He was here, he would definitely take the initiative to peel the shells for him. After a day of separation, he began to miss him.

He didn't know what dangerous mission he was called to participate in this time. He felt that he needed to have a good talk with the old man next time when he returned home. If you walk too much, you will always encounter ghosts.

"Young Master Zhou, I really can't eat anymore. You ordered too much. Let's pack it up?" Wang Er rubbed his stomach and said bitterly.

"Who will eat when I pack it back?" Zhou Heng usually eats with Lei He, and he is used to ordering larger portions when ordering food. It seems that this person's habit can't be changed overnight.

"Can I return it?" Wang Er looked at the dishes that hadn't been touched at all, and was really reluctant to waste them.

Zhou Heng couldn't do this kind of thing. After comparing the two sides, he still thinks that the package looks better. Anyway, it's not the first time... right?

Zhou Heng sighed, he is the handsome young master of the Zhou family, he still packs food when he goes out to eat, he is not thick-skinned enough to really do it.

But now he is also a person who makes money by himself. He knows that making money is not easy, and he is not willing to waste it. If you are stingy, just be stingy. How can face be more important than money?

So Young Master Zhou waved his hand: "Okay, go get someone to pack, and I'll pay the bill!"