After being cheated into marriage by ex-boyfriend[Transmigration Book]

Half an hour later, Cen Jing sat on the head of the bed, raised his eyes and glanced at He Cidong who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, and reminded: "The visiting time will be over in less than half an hour."

Does that mean you really plan to stay overnight?

He Cidong didn't look up, "Sleep in your own bed, I don't need you to worry about it."

Cen Jing continued flipping through the book in his hand, and said, "The sofa is small, Mr. He is tall and long, I'm afraid you won't be used to it." Cen Jing raised his head and smiled at him, "Besides, don't I feel bad about it?"

He Cidong scoffed, but didn't answer his words.

It was about two o'clock in the middle of the night, and Cen Jing woke up once.

In a place like a hospital, his sleep quality has been greatly reduced, and even the slightest movement can wake him up.

This is the sixth floor of the inpatient department. The sky is fine tonight, and the moonlight fills the entire room.

Cen Jing tilted his head, and then saw He Cidong.

He really didn't intend to sleep, his height had no place to put his feet even if he lay down.At this moment, he was leaning against a corner of the sofa, resting his head on his hands, as if he had fallen asleep.

Cen Jing didn't move for a few seconds, just looked at this man.

I don't know what's wrong with him, he can't stay in a good hotel, just because of a phone call from the hospital, he actually condescends to come here to suffer this crime.

This season itself is a bit cold, but it is not yet the season to turn on the air conditioner.

In the middle of the night, the temperature in the ward was chilly.

Cen Jing saw that half of the thin quilt brought by the nurse beside He Cidong was falling on the ground.Cen Jing felt like he was suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, he always felt that it was not pleasing to the eye, but he really didn't really think about it, so he just stared at the battle between heaven and man in his heart.

In less than a minute, Cen Jing suddenly noticed that He Jidong's breathing rate had changed.

He seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, and Cen Jing could see his frowning eyebrows from a distance away. The anxiety changed with his breathing, which was particularly obvious in such a time and space.

Cen Jing lifted the quilt and got up from the bed.

Step on the slippers and walk over.

"Hi, He Cidong."

As soon as Cen Jing spoke, before his hand touched He Jidong's shoulder, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Before he could react, someone pulled his shoulders and threw him directly into the sofa.

That's right, it's a smash, the whole person is lifted up, and the feet are off the ground.

Cen Jing: "I hate you..."

Cen Jing was so dizzy that he changed his position as soon as his eyes were blurred, and even swearing was stuck in his throat because of the hand on his neck.

He Jidong's movements are really fast, skillful and powerful.

He changed his position, and his long legs grabbed Cen Jing's waist in an absolutely overwhelming posture.Cen Jing couldn't breathe well, and from bottom to top, he saw the scarlet in He Cidong's eyes through the moonlight outside the window.

Fortunately, Cen Jing reacted quickly, he raised his knee and pushed up.

Grasping He Jidong's wrist with both hands, it was a bit difficult to speak.

He said hoarsely, "Can you be sober?! See who I am."

Cen Jing's voice had an effect, and He Cidong's eyes gradually cleared up, and he slowly relaxed the strength in his hand as if he knew it later.

In fact, it took less than a minute from when Cen Jing approached to when he let go.

He Cidong lost his temper quickly, moved his feet away, and said, "Get out, stay away from me."

Cen Jing directly kicked He Cidong's waist with one foot still wearing a slipper.

"You must be crazy." Cen Jing was angry.

He Cidong glanced at him, but didn't react to the fact that he kicked him.

He resumed his sitting posture, rubbed his forehead and asked him, "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

"Nothing." Cen Jing touched his neck.

Although the time was short, He Cidong's strength was not small, which caused his neck to throb and hurt right now.

Cen Jing wanted to kick him twice, but after thinking about it, he finally endured it.

Cen Jing got up and sat beside him, and glanced at He Cidong: "Tell me, what dream did you have?"

"It's nothing." He Jidong had a frozen face that refused to communicate.

Cen Jing sneered: "He always does too many bad things, so he will be haunted by ghosts."

Seeing Cen Jing touching his neck, He Cidong suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, and turned his head to the side.

With a "pop", Cen Jing slapped his hand away.

Annoyed: "Go away."

Cen Jing stood up from the sofa, walked over and opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out half a pack of cigarettes and threw it to He Cidong in the air.

Cen Jing: "It's okay to find the patient next door during the day. Don't look at me like that. The hospital has a smoking area. The cigarettes are not cheap, and it's good for calming down. I'll give it to you for free."

He Jidong propped his elbows on his knees, and looked up at him.

He turned the cigarette case twice in his hand, and then said, "I don't need it, and besides, this thing doesn't work either."

"How do you know it won't work if you don't try?"

When Cen Jing said this, he felt like he was abducting others to be bad.

Although the object is somewhat inappropriate.

"Who told you that I haven't tried it." He Cidong lowered his eyebrows inadvertently, as if caught in some kind of memory, he quickly came back to his senses and said, "I just quit later."

Cen Jing doesn't care so much, anyway, this person doesn't smoke in the book, because of his cleanliness.

"Then give it back to me." Cen Jing stretched out his hand unceremoniously.

He Cidong put it in his pocket.

"Confiscated," he said.

Cen Jing: "..."

shameless!

After staying in the hospital for two full days, Cen Jing's health improved, and he finally got the discharge notice two days later in the afternoon.Then I went straight back to the hotel to pack my luggage and headed to the airport.

It's not just that He Cidong is busy, Cen Jing also has a lot of work backlog due to illness.

The plane landed in Dongcheng at nine o'clock in the evening.

It was Zhong Ziliang who came to pick him up.

This kid didn't know where he got the news about Cen Jing's hospitalization, and he asked endlessly along the way.

Cen Jing and He Cidong sat in the back seat of the car, one on the left and one on the right.

Zhong Ziliang looked at Cen Jing from the rearview mirror, and then at his brother.

I always feel that the feeling of these two people sitting together is a little different from before, but he can't say what it is.

In the past, one was madly in love, and the other was as cold as ice.

Now Cen Jing seems to have calmed down, and I don't know if he is disheartened.And his brother looked the same, but the aura of keeping strangers around him was gone as long as Cen Jing was around.

The two didn't speak much all the way, but Zhong Ziliang was also affected, and gradually stopped talking.

It seemed that it was awkward to speak by yourself.

Half an hour later, the car finally entered the urban area.

Cen Jing looked at the sign of the building passing by outside the window, reacted, and asked Zhong Ziliang: "Isn't this the way I want to go back?"

By chance, he moved to the opposite side of He Cidong, Zhong Ziliang will not forget.

The guy said casually: "That's right, I'm going back to Molin Garden."

"Stop." Cen Jing said.

Before Zhong Ziliang could react, he asked, "What's wrong?"

After he finished asking, he glanced at his brother, and suddenly realized: "Well... that brother Wen Yu went abroad to participate in an architectural competition, and he hasn't been here for the past two days."

Cen Jing immediately glared at He Cidong next to him.

He Cidong looked up at him.

Cen Jing thought, no wonder.

He Cidong's planned itinerary was delayed, and according to Yao Wenyu's cautious attitude, it was impossible not to ask.

It turns out that the lover is out, and someone is rarely free?

Cen Jing's heart suddenly burst into flames.

He didn't know why.

Is it because the Lord's little lover has left, and the surname He spent two days in other provinces with him?

Or did everyone think that he, a person who was kicked out, could go back to live happily as if Yao had left now that he was kicked out?

Cen Jing stepped on the back of the driver's seat, "I told you to stop! Don't understand?"

Zhong Ziliang is flustered and innocent.

He obviously didn't quite understand what was going on.

Seeing that Cen Jing was about to lose his temper again, he hurriedly said, "Stop, stop, stop immediately."

Then there was a sudden brake, and the car stopped on the side of the road.

The moment he stopped, the briefcase in Cen Jing's hand fell on He Jidong's shoulder.

Cen Jing's eyes were burning, and he gritted his teeth and nodded: "My surname is He, who do you think I am, Cen Jing? I compromised a lot before, so you think I can let you step in the mud, right?"

He Cidong blocked it with his hand, but looked at Zhong Ziliang instead.

Zhong Ziliang: "..."

He was about to cry, and he didn't know why it became like this.

He Cidong: "Why did you go back to Molin Garden?"

"Ah?" Zhong Ziliang was dumbfounded by the question, and said in a daze, "Didn't you say that Brother Cen Jing was sick? It just so happened that the house was very deserted at this time, and Mrs. Chen prepared a lot of food early in the morning and said that she would give him supplements. Let me Come pick you up."

After finishing speaking, he asked in a daze, "I didn't say?"

He Cidong then kicked Zhong Ziliang's car seat: "Get off!"

Zhong Ziliang: "...Oh."

When they walked away, He Cidong turned to look at Cen Jing: "Is it clear?"

Cen Jing was still in an angry mood, not only did he think that Zhong Ziliang was a two hundred and five, but he also felt that this person in front of him was not pleasing to the eye.

Even the two days of being together during the temporary period became blurred.

"You should know that I won't go back." Cen Jing said.

He Cidong: "Yes."

Cen Jing simply opened the car door, and said, "I'll take a taxi by myself." He got off the car with one foot, paused for two seconds, and said, "Tell Mrs. Chen and the others that we can have dinner later when we have a chance."

The old man probably wanted to match him and He Cidong together, so he asked Zhong Ziliang to pick him up.

Naturally, there will be no malice.

As soon as he got out of the car, a taxi passed by, Cen Jing reached out to stop him, and walked away.

In less than 2 minutes, Zhong Ziliang, who was standing on the driveway with his hands raised, swallowed back what he wanted to say, then looked at his brother who got out of the car behind him, and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

He Cidong glanced at him: "The tail was stepped on."

Zhong Ziliang swallowed: "Who... stepped on it?"

"Me." He Cidong's face was calm.

He moved his gaze to the direction where the car disappeared.

Then he took out the confiscated half pack of cigarettes, shook out one, and lit it skillfully.

Amidst the smog, He Cidong squinted his eyes and stayed there for a long time.

The man's pride was scorching hot, He Cidong bit the end of his cigarette, and narrowed his eyes.

So proud that people can't help but want to tear it apart.

If he weeps, he must look beautiful.

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