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

Lu Yue's breathing was disordered for a moment.

The room was dark, and Wen Che felt that the bed beside him had sunk a few centimeters, and it was Lu Yue who supported his shoulder with one arm.

Lu Yue leaned down, and unconsciously touched Wen Che's soft hair with his fingers.

At a very close distance, Wen Che heard Lu Yue say in a hoarse voice, "No, it's my fault."

After a while, the lingering breath left, and Lu Yue straightened up and left the room.

Wen Che still felt that his limbs were losing strength, and he thought silently in his heart——

It seemed like an excellent kissing atmosphere just now.

But Lu Yue didn't follow the trend to do so, it seems that he was really afraid that he would get angry.

Not long after, Lu Yue made a cup of warm honey water and came back, and turned on the light in the bedroom.

Wen Che squinted his eyes from the light, propped himself up to take the cup, and took a sip.

The doorbell rang, and Wen Che heard Lu Yue go to open the door, and there was a dissatisfied voice: "It's so slow."

After receiving the call, he hurriedly ordered porridge to be delivered, and the assistant who almost lost his way wiped the sweat from his forehead, and almost lost his breath when he heard this sentence: "...Extremely, the limit, I……"

"Go back." Lu Yue interrupted him, his tone more gentle, in case he fainted from fright, "Thanks for your hard work."

Seeing that Lu Yue was not really angry, or that he had no time to be angry, the little assistant immediately ran away with oil on the soles of his feet.

Wen Che walked out with his legs dragging, and sat down on the dining table consciously. Lu Yue opened the packaged hot porridge and handed it to him.

The scent whetted the appetite all of a sudden, and Wen Che drank half of the bowl without saying a word.

After the feeling of hypoglycemia was finally overwhelmed, Wen Che put down the spoon in his hand and belatedly realized that the porridge tasted quite good.

Looking down at the logo on the complimentary spoon, Wen Che's eyes twitched.

"Is it so extravagant?"

Lu Yue glanced at the porridge bowl: "I don't know, it's..."

"What the assistant does depends on your preferences." Wen Che interrupted him, "It shows how much you usually have."

Lu Yue didn't answer.

Wen Che said to himself again: "It's better to finish eating there, why come back to drink porridge? It's all about eating."

"Tonight is mostly food that is not easy to digest and cold meals. If you have been hungry for too long, it is not good for your stomach."

Wen Che pursed his lips in disapproval, pushed the porridge bowl forward, took the napkin to wipe his mouth, and sat back in the chair.

"I've calmed down." Wen Che looked at Lu Yue, "Now tell me, what's going on with Xie Chen?"

Lu Yue's expression became gloomy when he heard the name: "He stole Lu Jing's ring."

Wen Che was stunned for a moment, he never thought of this answer: "That's just... oh yes, she said that day that she lost a ring. No, why bother?"

"Out of so-called self-esteem."

Wen Che blinked, pondered over this sentence, and felt as if he understood what he meant.

He crossed his hands and propped up his chin, and sighed slightly: "Okay, now you don't have to be threatened by him, you can deal with him as you want. But you have to grasp the timing."

Lu Yue nodded: "I know, I will wait until the show ends..."

"...Not at this time." Wen Che glanced at him, "Are you Lu Jing's brother? I mean after her college entrance examination."

Lu Yue glanced at him and frowned.

"...You don't intend to tell her right away, do you?" Wen Che noticed his expression and guessed most of it.

"Should we wait for her to sink deeper and deeper?"

Seeing that he was not enlightened, Wen Che couldn't help knocking on the table: "You are stupid! She will take the college entrance examination in a few months, didn't you hurt her?"

Lu Yue was silent for a while: "Got it."

Wen Che didn't have anything to say, the two just sat opposite each other for more than three minutes before Wen Che said, "Hello."

Lu Yue raised his eyes: "?"

Wen Che rolled his eyes at him: "What are you still doing here? Could it be that I moved out?"

Lu Yue's expression changed slightly: "You..."

"Why, I just found out tonight that the idiot who killed me also got shit luck and was reborn, and he lied to me for a long time, I can't be angry anymore?" Wen Che said angrily, bent his index finger and tapped hard on the table Knocked, "Furthermore, how do I know if what you said is true or not? If you say you won't harm me again, I will believe it? What if you change the way to invite Jun into the urn and play hard to get? Am I stupid?"

Lu Yue was obviously the most eager to explain this matter, and his tone was a little unstable: "I will prove it."

"Oh." Wen Che said indifferently, "Then wait until you have proved it."

Lu Yue stood up slowly, went upstairs, and came down 5 minutes later with the suitcase.

Wen Che ate all the porridge in the bowl, and when he was scratching the bottom of the bowl, he saw Lu Yue squatting down and delivering the rice cakes to the cat bag.

... so self-conscious, the cats are taken away.

Wen Che saw him put the cat bag on the box without saying a word, just like he drove straight in a few months ago, and walked to the door calmly, inexplicably, an unknown anger surged into his heart.

Lu Yue stood by the door, opened the door halfway, and stopped.

He turned to look at Wen Che: "Then how long will it take for you to calm down?"

Wen Che looked away and snorted coldly: "You care about me?"

Lu Yue paused, and continued to ask: "Is it okay for a week?"

"Tsk... no!" Wen Che glared at him.

Lu Yue immediately asked: "Half a month?"

"Do not……"

"One month?"

Wen Che raised his head and shouted, "No!"

Lu Yue changed the subject: "How long will it take?"

Wen Che blurted out: "At least three months!"

After shouting this sentence, Wen Che realized that he had been tricked.

"I'm #[email protected]@%#"

Wen Che almost breathed out his mouth, if it wasn't for the fact that he was about to make his debut soon and not be able to talk nonsense, otherwise he really wanted to scold him to death on the spot.

Lu Yue quickly hooked the corner of his lower lip, but still didn't quite smile, so he closed the door and left.

The door slammed with a "bang", and the harmonious words on Wen Che's lips were forcibly stuffed back.

He stood by the door, the house was quiet with only the faint sound of the clock ticking, which he usually couldn't notice, but at this moment it was very clear.

The anger was gone, and Wen Che suddenly felt as if his heart had been emptied, so empty that he couldn't step on the ground.

Quiet.

Extremely quiet.

Terrible utter silence.

Waking up early in the morning, Wen Che leaned against the head of the bed, writing line by line in the style of an ancient dragon in his mind.

There was a fluffy and chubby blue cat lying on his chest. He didn't know whether it was Wen Che's illusion or what, but he always felt that the uncle was not in a good mood.

After getting up, I opened my uncle his favorite canned cat food, but the uncle didn't even eat much, he stopped moving after taking two bites.

Wen Che became alert and quickly called He Jing.

"Hey?"

"Doctor He, I'm sorry to disturb you so early."

"It's okay, I'm going to the clinic, what's the matter?"

Wen Che described the uncle's behavior, and He Jing asked, "How long has it been?"

"...just this morning."

"Did you eat anything special yesterday, or something special?"

Wen Che was taken aback for a moment: "The special thing refers to..."

"Such as jumping from a high place, or being frightened, seeing a stranger, etc."

Wen Che thought for a while, and his face turned a little ugly: "...Do you want to separate from the cat you've been with for a long time?"

He Jing paused for a moment: "Separating from cats...it's generally not like this, and of course it doesn't rule out that some cats are too sensitive to the surrounding environment, and if the owner or other pets leave, it may cause separation anxiety. "

Wen Che closed his eyes: "I see, thank you."

"Observe it. If it doesn't work tomorrow, send it over for a comprehensive inspection."

Wen Che responded and hung up the phone.

He sat on the sofa, crossed his arms and looked indifferently at the uncle lying in the cat litter.

"Can you be a little promising?"

Wen Che is full of hatred for iron and steel: "Look at what you look like now? You have only been separated from rice cakes for a day, look at how decadent you are, are you in love with it? What future do you two father-in-law have? ?”

"Don't think about it, you put away your boring emotions that hurt the spring and the autumn, and you will live as a cat from now on, cheer up!"

Wen Che taught him a lesson for a long time, but the uncle was indifferent, his ears didn't move much, and he looked out the French window indifferently.

"..."

Wen Che fell silent, covering his face with both hands.

It lasted for several minutes before he let go and took a deep breath.

Really disappointing.

After venting for a few minutes, Wen Che washed his face with red eyes, and wanted to go out to buy breakfast.

Every time my aunt comes over, she will help him prepare sandwiches or salads that can be eaten with simple processing. He just needs to heat up and fry an egg, but he doesn't want to eat these healthy foods now.

Dressed up and going out, Wen Che went around the morning market outside the community, only to find that the breakfast shop was not open for some reason, so he had to come back empty-handed.

Wen Che didn't buy anything he wanted to eat, and Wen Che was so full of anger that he had nowhere to vent. He felt like he was going to explode, so he went to WeChat and sent a rare Moments:

"Misfortunes never come singly, you can't eat what you want."

When he got home, he opened the refrigerator, and finally came out of the kitchen with no appetite, and turned on the TV.

Flipping through it casually, Wen Che found that there was also the badly-losing racing game that Lu Jing had dragged her to play, and opened it by accident to practice.

After three rounds of practice, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Wen Che put down the handle and went to open the door suspiciously.

Is it...

Wen Che felt a sense of anticipation that shouldn't have arisen in his heart, shook his head in self-disgust, suppressed the thought, and opened the door.

Empty?

Wen Che frowned, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw something under his feet.

He squatted down, and there were two bags, which contained something securely.

At the beginning, various social news about the mailing of certain dangerous items appeared in Wen Che's mind, but his nose told him that was not the case.

Picking up the bags and carrying them home, Wen Che opened them one by one, and took out the things inside.

There are six food boxes in total, including deep-fried dough sticks, soy milk, tofu nao, xiaolongbao, shrimp dumplings and pancakes.

I looked at the logo on the spoon that came with it, and it was the same as the porridge last night.

Wen Che is full of crows. He knows that this restaurant is a very famous and expensive private restaurant. It is usually hard to get a table, and you have to book it a few months in advance. It is said by the dudes that they are tired of eating. Michelin treasures to save taste buds later.

However, he is very sure that this store will never make street food such as Youtiao Xiaolongbao.

Needless to say, he knew who sent it. Wen Che took a sip of hot soy milk in a muffled voice, unable to explain how he felt now.

While eating delicious food, Wen Che didn't think about anything else for the time being. Wen Che immersed himself in eating until he was full before leaving the table.

Continuing with the racing game, Wen Che crashed the car within a few seconds of starting the game for several consecutive rounds, and finally lost patience and threw the controller aside.

The next day, Wen Che opened the door and saw a cake outside.

The writing on it indicated that it was a birthday cake.

On the third day, Wen Che brought in a bouquet of flowers from outside the door, along with a card:

"Yesterday's cake was delivered late, this is compensation."

On the fourth day, Wen Che began to wonder why he could send things over, and took a watch from outside the door.

Wen Che didn't know much about watches, so he roughly guessed that the price was around 80 to 300 yuan, but after checking, he found that it was a custom-made model, and based on experience, he knew that it was at least [-] million yuan.

Bonus card: "Here's a birthday present."

On the fifth day, no matter how much Wen Che thought about it, he felt that there was no reason to put anything anymore, but when he opened the door, he saw a cat bag by the door.

Card: "It misses you."

Wen Che picked up the cat bag, and the rice cake was nestled inside.

He looked around and knew that the person who brought the rice cake outside the door must be nearby.

He hesitated on the spot for two seconds, but it was only two seconds, and then he went home with rice cakes in his arms, and ruthlessly closed the door.

"Master! Don't pretend to be a cat to Lin Daiyu anymore, I'll take your daughter-in-law for you."

The rice cake was released and smelled everywhere, the uncle ran out when he heard the sound, rubbing his head first, and then began to nibble on the tail of the rice cake.

Wen Che hissed in disgust: "Can you be more reserved? You..."

The two cats turned a deaf ear and sprinkled all the cat food, which was eaten by Wen Che, the only audience.

Wen Che took a deep breath, calmed down, and watched the two cats licking each other on the bay window.

He moved his eyes away, picked up his phone and clicked on Lu Yue's WeChat, wanting to say something, but hesitated for a long time without typing a word.

Throwing away the phone, Wen Che felt a little crazy and couldn't help rubbing his face.

As soon as the phone rang, Wen Che picked it up and saw that it was Lu Jing's call. He didn't want to answer it at first, but he still couldn't bear the caller's persistence, so he had to answer it.

"Why don't you answer my phone for so long?"

"……no, what happened?"

"I'm discharged from the hospital. I want to celebrate and have a party. Do you want to come together?"

"Today?" Wen Che was stunned for a moment, and said helplessly, "Being discharged from the hospital doesn't mean that your leg injury will be healed. What kind of party are you having? If you're too excited, you'll be in trouble if you fall again."

"Why don't you say something nice?" Lu Jing clicked her tongue, "Just say whether you come or not, I will be angry if you don't come!"

Wen Che couldn't stand the girl's unreasonable coquettishness, so she had no choice but to agree.

Looking at the address that Lu Jing sent, Wen Che felt a little headache.

This means meeting Lu Yue.

Wen Che stayed at home alone for five days, and he didn't calm down even if he said he was angry, and he wasn't angry when he said he was angry.

In the past few days, he has thought a lot, especially Lu Yue's phrase "I believe in others blindly".

Blindly believe in what?Most likely, he believed the series of black stories about "white-eyed wolf", "misbehaving" and "arrogant" that Wen Cheng made up for him.

At that time, it was not just a few people who believed in these things, but there were as many as a cow's hair. Every now and then, there were his black drafts on Weibo. Three people became tigers.

Under such circumstances, it may be easy for Lu Yue to believe that Wen Che signed the contract with Xingyao to betray his old club and raise his uncle and aunt, so that he can climb a high branch and be beautiful alone. It is enough to accuse him of being unfilial and friendless in tears.

"Ugh……"

Wen Che felt that he was awkward, and his will was not very firm. He neither firmly drew a line with Lu Yue, nor firmly chose to let go of the past.

In short, it is very tangled.

With such a tangled mood, Wen Che went to the address Lu Jing gave him.

It turned out to be a KTV.

Wen Che realized that this was an event organized by high school students, and resigned himself to walking into a box where a lot of kids were crying and howling.

Wen Che found a corner and sat down. Fortunately, everyone was very familiar with KTV, and no one cared who came in and who went out. Although Wen Che was in two dimensions with them in age, it was not embarrassingly embarrassing.

There were half men and half women present, at least thirty people, most of them were high school students, and the vigor that rushed to his face made him feel as if he was really old.

Lu Jing's splint hadn't been removed yet, and she sat on the sofa with a disabled body to lead the atmosphere, not affected by the lame leg at all.

Wen Che was also infected in such an atmosphere. The people around him sat closer and closer without paying attention, and just moved to the side at will.

Wen Che didn't realize until he realized that the people beside him were also approaching, and turned to look at the people beside him.

A young high school boy was sitting next to him, propping his chin and smiling,

"elder brother."

Wen Che was taken aback by this sound. The boy looked familiar to him, his eyes were crooked with a smile, and he was a little ruffian.

"...Is there something wrong?" Wen Che remained calm and hid to the side.

The boy asked loudly, "Do you sing?"

"No." Wen Che shook his head.

The boy refused to give up: "Let's sing! You've been sitting here for so long, it's so boring not to sing!"

Wen Che continued to shake his head, feeling a little impatient.

Unexpectedly, the boy still persevered: "Come on, let's sing together."

Before Wen Che could answer, he suddenly noticed out of the corner of his eye that the door of the box opened and a person came in.

From the corner of his eye, he knew that it was someone different from the boys in this room. Although he couldn't see it clearly, he had already identified who it was.

Seeing his stagnant expression, the boy thought he didn't hear clearly, so he stretched out his head to look around, and simply snatched the microphone from someone's hand, and said loudly:

"I said, let's sing a song together!"

The sound was amplified by the stereo, and the people who were singing in the middle were disturbed, and their attention was focused on this side, and the place was suddenly quieter.

Wen Che was immediately brought to the center of attention. He was extremely embarrassed by the little boy's actions, and he still shook his head and refused, but the little boy directly stuffed the microphone into his hand with considerable force.

At this moment, a hand with sharp knuckles and sharp lines stretched out from behind the boy, and pressed the arm he wanted to put the microphone in for Wen Che.

"He doesn't sing."

Lu Yue stood behind the boy and said indifferently.

Wen Che looked up, and Lu Yue's face could not be seen clearly against the light, but he could also see that he was in a very bad mood, and the aura around him was dangerous.

Not knowing what to think, Wen Che only felt a flash of thought, and then he saw his hand raised, grabbing the microphone.

He was talking to the little boy, but his eyes were on Lu Yue: "I'll sing."

The boy looked up at Lu Yue, then at the microphone in his hand, laughed a few times, and whispered to Lu Yue: "...then, that...brother, you let go first?"

The author has something to say: Little boy: I seem to have done something wrong

ps I grew thicker today, although a bit slow (raise your head high with a guilty conscience