After being reborn, he was made popular by his dead enemy

Wen Che was stunned for a moment at the door of the consultation room, picked up the cat bag, and went straight out of the consultation room.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Wen Che looked silent, feeling that his thinking ability had disappeared to zero for a moment.

When the phone rang, he was shocked and came back to his senses.

It's Lu Jing's call.

"...Hello?" Wen Che said hoarsely.

"Student Wen Che, I'll give you a notice to invite you to dinner tonight." Lu Jing giggled, "I sent you the address on my phone, so I must come."

"...Tonight?" Wen Che didn't have any interest, but felt even more depressed under the backdrop of Lu Jing's off-beat tone, "Why?"

"For...you, what's the reason? Anyway, just come, hang up."

Wen Che put away his phone and sighed deeply, but still felt as if something was blocked in his chest.

When he got home, he lay down on the bed and slept soundly. He didn't eat lunch until the appointed time. Then he reluctantly got up from the bed and set off to the restaurant address that Lu Jing sent.

It was a high-end French restaurant. Wen Che reported his name, and was led to a small private room.

The waiter backed out, and Wen Che stood at the door of the private room, meeting Lu Yue who had already arrived.

Lu Yue seemed a little uncomfortable, and explained: "...that girl did something wrong, she originally said that we would celebrate your birthday together."

There is only one seat for two in the private room, the tall candlesticks are flickering with candles, and the dim blue lights in the private room flow, the atmosphere is extremely ambiguous.

Wen Che sat down opposite Lu Yue, and the waiter came in to serve the food.

While fiddling with the napkin, Wen Che had 88 thoughts in his mind, and finally settled on the first sentence he spoke.

"This morning, I took rice cakes to the pet hospital."

Lu Yue shook his wine glass: "What's wrong?"

"That's not the point." Wen Che kept his eyes straight, "I met Xie Chen there."

Lu Yue's movement of shaking the glass suddenly stopped. He put down the glass and looked at Wen Che. The strange atmosphere he felt since he came in just now was explained.

"I originally thought that I should pretend not to know. I'm keeping you in the dark and waiting for the opportunity. That's the smartest thing to do." After Wen Che said this sentence in a calm voice, he felt like those in idol dramas. Talk about a breakup in the same tone as a sad diva.

"But I've been thinking about it all afternoon, so let's talk about it, it doesn't matter." Wen Che looked at Lu Yue and emphasized, "Because I don't think you really look like you want to harm me."

"What do you want to ask?" Lu Yue said warmly.

Wen Che cut to the chase: "What things have you done that I don't know about?"

Lu Yue also answered quickly, so quickly that Wen Che was very surprised: "I sent your driver in Huashi, and he is responsible for reporting your daily routine to me. A monitor is installed at the door of your room. I My New Year's gift for you, that bracelet, is a tape recorder."

Wen Che's heart trembled, and he smiled clearly: "No wonder he called me to remind me that your actions may look like a pervert in the eyes of others."

Lu Yue lowered his eyes to cover up all his emotions: "Although I do have differences with my parents, I am still managing the company's affairs, nominally by my uncle."

Wen Che was taken aback, thinking of the Maybach that Lu Yue drove that day, the overly formal suit, and the busy state that always disappeared all day recently, everything has an explanation.

"Why bother?" Wen Che laughed angrily, "Just to find an excuse to move into my house?"

"Yes."

Wen Che was a little shocked by all the painstaking efforts he had made, and also felt waves of fear.

"So...why did you do this?" Wen Che suddenly didn't dare to ask the next question, "To harm me?"

Lu Yue immediately looked up at him: "Of course not."

Hearing this answer, although there were only four words, Wen Che felt as if half of the big stone in his heart had been let go, and he was barely able to breathe.

"I did it for..." After saying it, Lu Yue finally felt relieved, "I don't want you to repeat the same mistakes."

"Repeat the same mistakes?" Wen Che repeated the word, and suddenly stood up happily, "You..."

"This is your second life," Lu Yue stood up and looked at him: "Me too."

When these words came out, Wen Che felt that all the doubts and puzzles during this period of time were all connected together, and all of a sudden they had an explanation, which was clear and clear.

Wen Che suddenly bent over the table, stretched out his hand and grabbed Lu Yue's collar, and asked tremblingly: "So what you did all this time is to make up for me? After I die, you finally know what you did wrong? Do you regret it? ah?"

Lu Yue didn't move, let him vent his emotions by grabbing his collar: "I will admit the things I did. But I have to say, I never had the intention of harming you, I blindly believed in others , made an irreparable mistake to you. So all the things I have done up to now are not completely making up for you, but I can't see you anymore..."

"boom!"

Wen Che punched Lu Yue's jaw, but the force was limp. I don't know if it was because he was too emotional and lacked strength, or because he was subconsciously unable to strike.

Wen Che was very disappointed with himself like this, and kept panting while propping himself up on the table.

At the beginning, he was indeed full of defense and resentment towards Lu Yue, but later he kept finding excuses for himself to eliminate these resentment prevention, such as treating Lu Yue as a brand new person after rebirth, or as a parallel world Two completely different people.

This will make him feel better.

It is also more reasonable to accept myself who likes Lu Yue.

But today all these beautiful but false illusions have been shattered. The Lu Yue in front of him is the accomplice of Wen Cheng who once killed him. Now he just regrets and wants to start again.

Wen Che gasped for a long time,

"When did you know..."

Lu Yue understood what he wanted to ask: "From the very beginning when you decided to take on the role of Flowers, you were skeptical. You are really sure that you are in the crew. You saw through the girl who came to your room late at night."

Wen Che nodded and sneered, "It's so early."

Wen Che looked at him coldly: "Since I knew it so early, why didn't you dare to tell me the truth? If, as you said, you want to help me, we can cooperate."

Lu Yue didn't answer.

Wen Che smiled and answered for him: "Because you don't dare, right? You don't want me to know that you are that bastard. It's much easier to be a good guy with a solid foundation than a bad guy who has reformed himself, right? ?”

Lu Yue slowly clenched his fingers tightly, the knuckles were faintly white.

Wen Che straightened up, and the chair slid a meter away due to his movements, making a harsh sound.

He rushed to the private room door, and when he opened the door halfway, he was pushed back by the arm stretched from behind.

Wen Che forcefully opened the door but it was useless, turned his head and said angrily, "What are you doing?"

Lu Yue slammed the door hard, pressed Wen Che's shoulders to force him to turn around, shackled him in his arms, and breathed a little unsteadily: "I have thought about telling you the truth many times, every day, every night I would think about it. But you are right, I dare not, because I don't want to face you now."

"It's like you slammed the door and left now, I don't know where you will go, you won't come back, let alone you and me..." Lu Yue took a deep breath, with anxiety and possessiveness deeply hidden in his eyes , "Is there any future?"

Wen Che was frightened by his suppressed hoarse voice, and felt that the man who was close at hand exuded an aggression gushing out at any time, as if he had suppressed it for a long time and could no longer bear it.

Wen Che felt that the shoulders held by Lu Yue were a little hot, and the heat spread to his whole body, and he was covered in cold sweat all of a sudden.

Pain gradually came from the stomach, Wen Che frowned, pushed Lu Yue away with all his strength, and rushed into the bathroom in the box.

Lu Yue chased after him, and saw that Wen Che only retched twice at the sink, and then slid down like a collapse.

Lu Yue quickly pulled him into his arms, looked down and saw his pale face and cold sweat all over his head, he was a little at a loss for a while, carried him to the small sofa outside, and planned to ring the bell to call the waiter.

Wen Che grabbed his wrist with his last strength, and hummed weakly: "...Tang..."

Lu Yue understood, searched quickly at the table, and finally found a small box of sugar cubes.

Wen Che slumped on the sofa with sugar in his mouth, the black spots in front of his eyes finally disappeared, and the blood returned to his face.

Seeing him recovering, Lu Yue felt exhausted when he was nervous, sat beside him and sighed, "How long have you not eaten?"

People who recover from hypoglycemia have a sense of physical pleasure like the rest of their lives. Even the anger just disappeared for a while, and Wen Che's tone of speech to Lu Yue is also better: "I didn't eat at noon."

"Because...you heard it this morning?"

"Yes." Wen Che replied softly.

Lu Yue didn't speak, but looked at him complicatedly for a moment, then got up to hug him: "Go home first."

Wen Che rubbed back, rejected his extended arm, and stood up unsteadily.

Bravely walked out of the restaurant, until getting into Lu Yue's car, she drooped her eyelids again and slumped on the seat.

Lu Yue frowned and glanced at him, and put the sugar cube box he brought out into his hand.

Wen Che turned his head to the window, his body was stiff, and he leaned over to fasten his seat belt.

Lu Yue settled him down, started the car, and sent a voice message in a cold voice: "Order a porridge to be delivered to the apartment in Shixi, hurry up."

Wen Che murmured in his heart, this is finally no need to pretend to himself, and he can put on the overbearing airs of ordering assistants.

When the car drove back to the apartment, the calories provided by a few pieces of sugar were exhausted, Wen Che got out of the car with his legs limp, and his eyes were a little dizzy again.

Wen Che reached out to find something to support, but someone grabbed his hand.

The next moment, I felt my legs lighten up, and someone hugged me into my arms.

"...What are you doing?" Wen Che couldn't react for a while, and because he had no strength, he couldn't even struggle.

"Much more honest than last time."

Hearing Lu Yue whispering above his head, Wen Che was taken aback: "What last time?... No, let me down..."

"do not move."

Lu Yue warned in a low voice.

Surprisingly, Wen Che really didn't move.

Probably because he was afraid that someone would pass by and see him, Wen Che buried his face inward into Lu Yue's neck.

The warm breath fell on his neck, Lu Yue retracted his arms and hugged him tighter, only to feel itchy in his heart.

Back home, Lu Yue didn't even have time to turn on the lights, so he sent him into the bedroom first.

He leaned down and carefully placed Wen Che on the bed. Before he straightened up, he heard Wen Che laugh softly, as if mocking himself: "...You said you were such an asshole, but I still think I like you, am I a little Cheap?"

The author has something to say: Did you hear me!He said he likes you!

ps Although I'm short, I'm earlier (chest raised up)