After regenerating into one's own stand-in

Continuing to explain, Mrs. Xiao interrupted immediately, and the weeping look on her face disappeared immediately, and she smiled with satisfaction: "Mmm, that's right. In this way, you can discuss the time, and I will arrange the wedding or something." ..."

Zhou Luo felt that he was about to be betrayed, and tried to struggle for the last time, but before he could speak, Xiao Li preempted him: "You don't have to worry about it, I will handle my own affairs."

Mrs. Xiao looked gratified that the child had grown up: "Okay, okay, it's up to you."

Hearing what Xiao Li said, Zhou Luo secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, if Mrs. Xiao really had to do it, he was worried that he would enter the bridal chamber tomorrow.

Mrs. Xiao picked up her handbag: "I won't delay you. My company has to leave beforehand. I'll come to see you in the evening."

Zhou Luo: "No need, Auntie. I'm really fine. There's no need to be hospitalized. You don't have to run away."

Mrs. Xiao clicked her tongue: "You child, are you still afraid to trouble me?"

Mrs. Xiao hummed a little tune happily and walked out of the ward.The chief assistant outside the door immediately followed and reported her itinerary for today.

The smile on Mrs. Xiao's lips slowly dissipated, as if she was in a daze.

"This afternoon's meeting is at [-]:[-], you..." The chief assistant carefully observed that she didn't seem to be listening, so he stopped, "Mr. Xiao?"

Xiao Yu blinked and asked, "Xiao Lin, how do you feel about Mr. Xiao's mood recently?"

Xiao Lin thought for a while: "It's pretty good."

Xiao Yu nodded: "Yes, very good."

Xiao Lin continued: "It's much better than before..."

"Compared to before..." Xiao Yu closed his eyes, opened them after a while, and took a deep breath, "Yeah, that time scared me."

Xiao Lin comforted: "It's good to come out now."

Xiao Yu said indifferently: "Who knows if he really has to come out. The child left without knowing why, even I feel sad, let alone him."

"Sometimes I also feel puzzled. He misses that child so deeply, how could he change his feelings just because of the sudden appearance of another person."

Xiao Lin thought for a while, and tentatively said, "Perhaps... it's because the two of them have similarities?"

Xiao Yu paused, turned to look at her, and tsk-tsk twice: "Let you girls stop reading such nonsense things like stand-in literature, if you still don't listen, what are you thinking?"

Xiao Lin stuck out his tongue: "Then you told the planning department to find a stand-in literature project to shoot, and I thought you would like it yourself."

Xiao Yu patted her on the head lightly: "I was taking care of the audience's preferences."

She stepped on the high-heeled shoes and got into the business car, and the automatic door slowly closed: "What kind of person is Xiao Li, the person he likes can't be pulled back even with ten bulls, and he will definitely not become the male protagonist of stand-in literature."

Xiao Lin nodded again and again: "That's true...so why?"

Xiao Yu closed his eyes and rested his mind: "There must be something special about that child, especially his appearance, which is so watery, I like it immediately."

At this moment, Zhou Luo of "Shui Lingling" was sitting on the hospital bed with a slumped face, poured a mouthful of hot water, held it in his mouth with puffed cheeks, and said nothing.

Xiao Li: "What's your expression?"

Zhou Luo gulped down the hot water, looked at him, and said solemnly: "Okay, your mother has left, now we can discuss how to fool her."

Xiao Li raised his eyebrows: "A fool? What fool."

Zhou Luo opened his eyes wide: "It's about getting married!"

Xiao Li said "Oh" lightly: "Yes, we are married, so why are you fooling around?"

Zhou Luo looked at Xiao Li, his eyes gradually showed two points of doubt, three points of shock, and five points of disbelief: "What do you mean? Are you serious?"

Xiao Li blew on the hot coffee slowly, took a sip, and then raised his eyes: "What's your attitude?"

Zhou Luo choked suddenly.

Broken, patronizing to quickly solve the "marriage event" to fight for his own personal freedom, forgetting to keep the little white flower persona.

Zhou Luo pursed her lips, lowered the volume, and was about to cry: "I'm sorry, Mr. Xiao, I was too anxious, and my words were a little rushed, please forgive me."

Xiao Li chuckled lightly.

I don't know if it's because of a guilty conscience, Zhou Luo inexplicably heard a hint of "I'll watch you act quietly" from this laughter.

Zhou Luo looked up at him furtively, and saw that he was concentrating on drinking coffee, as if he was not in a hurry.

Could it be that he already had plans?

Xiao Li put down the coffee cup and made a crisp sound: "It seems that you really don't want to marry me?"

Zhou Luo: "In the initial agreement..."

Xiao Li interrupted him: "If we don't talk about an agreement, let's talk about you and me."

Zhou Luo was dumbfounded.

He couldn't figure out what Xiao Li meant.

He struggled for a while before slowly opening his mouth: "What are you talking about? Are you going to marry a substitute?"

this is the key of the problem.

Zhou Luo consciously pressed seven inches.

Only now did he realize where his subtle unhappiness came from.

Does Xiao Li really plan to marry the double?

Could it be... If you love someone, you can really replace him with another person?

Xiao Li stood up, walked to his bedside, and looked down at him condescendingly.

"Yes, so what?" Xiao Li smiled lightly, "I can give you everything I want."

Zhou Luo suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart, as if a string had been snapped, he suddenly raised his head, and said loudly: "We've only known each other for a while, I'm just an agreement in front of you. Substitute, you don't even know who I am, so you just want to get married?"

The smile in Xiao Li's eyes disappeared instantly.

He bent down slowly, propped one hand on the railing of the hospital bed, and the other hand went over Zhou Luo's shoulder and pressed on the backrest behind him.

Zhou Luo was forced to lean back, leaning his back on the soft and cold pillow, seeing Xiao Li's face getting closer and closer, his breathing trembled slightly.

His pupils were dark, and his emotions were bottomless.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Zhou Luo actually felt that he could see traces of longing, impulsiveness, and aggressive possessiveness in those bland eyes.

Xiao Li whispered: "What if I say, I know who you are?"

The author says:

Cub, you lost your horse;

latest comment:

[When did you know, well, I’m still not happy with Gong Mingming’s act of finding a substitute, who likes to accept so much, alas. 】

[I pinched the sweat for Xiao Zhou, the horse dropped a bit suddenly]

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27. Cake

At the end of autumn, the wind at night brings coolness.

People often say that this is a murderous spirit, but Zhou Luo feels very comfortable.

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At the end of autumn, the wind at night brings coolness.

People often say that this is a murderous spirit, but Zhou Luo feels very comfortable.

He likes autumn very much.

All his good memories seem to be related to autumn.

Zhou Luo walked from the teaching building to the playground, and the street lights were dimly lit.

There are students gathered in front of the gymnasium, a low female voice is singing, and the guitar is in harmony, as if they are the same person.

This is a very common sight for an art school.

Zhou Luo tightened the hat on the sweater and wrapped himself up.

He now feels like a hermit crab, or wearing a mask that fits perfectly to keep others from seeing who he is.

Recalling that day in the hospital, Xiao Li looked straight at him, as if he could see through him.

Zhou Luo didn't even remember how he responded to Xiao Li after that, maybe he was fooled, maybe Xiao Li saw that he was really cramped and let him go.

He picked up his phone aimlessly, saw the WeChat message from Xiao Li, and sighed.

After that day, it had been three days, and it had been a whole day since he returned to school, but he didn't dare to reply to Xiao Li's news.

He didn't know if Xiao Li guessed who he was, and it was even more strange that he guessed it from some clues.

Back in the dormitory, there was no one there.

Meng Yan hadn't come to school for two days. The school already knew about his beating of classmates in the dormitory for no reason, and now they are discussing how to deal with him.

Of course, under Xiao Li's little manipulation, Li Bowen had nothing to do, what's more, he was just helping his friends, which was considered a legitimate self-defense, whether it was an opportunity to vent his personal anger, no one cares.

Just after changing clothes, the phone rang again.

Zhou Luo glanced at it, it was a video call from Xiao Li.

Zhou Luo hesitated for a while, but still picked it up.

He blew the cold wind outside, and the tip of his nose was still a little red.

Xiao Li may have just finished a meeting, wearing a neat suit, and the neckline of his shirt is also tightly tied by a tie.

"Just returned to the dormitory?"

Zhou Luo nodded.

"A lot of classes today? Didn't reply me a single message."

Zhou Luo touched the tip of his nose and sniffled, feeling a little guilty: "Yes, the class is full all day."

Xiao Li didn't poke him, "It's getting colder today, wear more clothes."

Zhou Luo changed into a fleece pajamas, which were dark gray and looked fluffy.

Xiao Li's eyes turned around his exposed upper body and some blown hair on the screen, and finally settled on his open neckline, where a piece of fair skin and the outline of the collarbone were exposed.

"Does the wound still hurt?" Xiao Li asked.

Maybe a subordinate came to ask for instructions, Xiao Li tilted his head, and took a document sent in from outside the picture.

Zhou Luo shook his head: "It doesn't hurt anymore... Are you busy with work? Hang up, I won't bother you anymore."

Xiao Li glanced at the camera and nodded, "I'll find you later."

Hanging up the phone, Zhou Luo let out a long breath.

As usual, there was nothing unusual, as if Xiao Li didn't say that sentence in the hospital that day.

He finished the homework left over from today's class, and it was nine o'clock.

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