Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

Li Rong hung up Jian Fu's call resolutely, and then calmly put the phone back into Cen Xiao's pocket.

He leaned against the sink with one hand, exerted force on his palm, straightened his waist, and took a step forward pretending to be leisurely: "What did you all order?"

Cen Wei wiped off the water on his hands, turned around, saw Li Rong's reddish ears, and did not pierce him, and said slowly: "Fresh cut beef, beef with pickled peppers, duck intestines, tripe, small crispy meat, ice powder .”

Li Rong was puzzled: "That's all?"

Cen Ling explained patiently: "It came out just after I finished ordering, and Jianfu probably added a lot."

Li Rong rubbed his deflated stomach and sighed: "I'm hungry, let's go."

Cen Xiao reminded him: "Mobile phone."

Li Rong patted his trouser pocket, and the outline of a mobile phone appeared on it: "I have it."

Communicating with smart people saves time and effort.

He wanted to avoid a certain topic, and Cen Ling knew that he wanted to avoid a certain topic, and then they tacitly started a new topic.

Before going out to turn off the lights, Li Rong turned his head subconsciously and glanced at the floor where he and the brown-yellow skin were wrestling.

The blood on the floor was wiped clean, but the white marks of the knife were still there, and he still remembered the trembling excitement when he stabbed the knife into someone's neck.

It was the first time he had such a subtle feeling, at least for that second, his reason was completely out of the sky, and the short-term joy and relief reached its peak.

When the deepest desire cannot be satisfied under morality and rules, human nature will return to wildness.

He can't go that far.

Li Rong looked down at his clean palm, then immediately clenched his fist, turned off the light with his backhand, followed Cen Xiao's footsteps, and locked the door.

The night wind blew head-on, blowing away the hair on his forehead, he squinted his eyes, and stepped down the steps in one step.

The road from the door to the community is very quiet and pleasant. Taking advantage of the night, there is an atmosphere of relaxing walks.

So Li Rong asked casually: "How do you know the password to unlock the door of my house?"

Cen Ling was silent for a few seconds, glanced at him, and suddenly said, "No one will continue to pour paint and send wreaths?"

Li Rong understood.

Well, this is a topic that Cen Xiao doesn't want to continue.

He also replied smartly: "It's gone, I'm not used to the delivery reminder for ten consecutive days. In fact, the layout is relaxed, and it's not impossible to be a netizen's condolence to my parents."

Cen Wei: "The hot spots will pass sooner or later."

"Of course." Li Rong shrugged indifferently.

One after the other, they walked for a while without incident. Cen Wei suddenly slowed down and said in a low voice: "You know that Jian Fu is joking, it takes so little time."

Li Rong: "..."

Clear, but it's not as good as this little time, because it's really fucking painful, and the work can really be seen as the level of first love.

Of course, he didn't cooperate much.

Li Rongyun glanced at the high-hanging street lamp, it was clean, this time there were no flying insects at all.

"When is the heating? I don't know if the school dormitory is warm enough."

Cen Ling followed his topic: "If the conditions in the dormitory in Middle A are not good, then the whole country is average."

Li Rong nodded in agreement: "Yes."

He also knows that the dormitory in A is not bad, after all, he lived in the previous life, but he can only find some nonsense to talk about temporarily.

The path near the lake is not long, and it seems that it is about to leave the community.

Li Rong suddenly remembered another thing.

"When you came into my house, what did you call me?"

At that time, he was highly excited, almost on the verge of losing control, but Cen Xiao's words could instantly calm him down.

Because at that moment, he recalled his previous life.

He believed that Cen Xiao's methods would only be crazier and more terrifying than his, so when he heard that tone that seemed to be whispered between lovers but could not be answered, he was inexplicably relieved.

But that was the name Cen Xiao would call when he deliberately provoked him before.

For example, once he was reluctant to have sex with Cen Ling five days a week, so he used the excuse of doing experiments, handing in papers, and taking exams to spend time in the research institute. Anyway, the institute has a rest room, so he Stay alone and stop.

But Cen Wei is not easy to fool, and most of the time he is unreasonable at all, even if he really needs to work overtime, the other party sends a driver to pick him up, and Li Rong has to go back with him.

Of course Li Rong would not have a good face.

But Cen Ling asked the driver to hand him the phone, and called him "Baby" in front of the driver, regardless of whether he felt ashamed or not.

So for him in the past, this is really not a good memory.

But now that he thinks about it, he doesn't care anymore.

Even a little bastard can scold other people for being cheap, so there's no reason for Cen Wei to make him unhappy by saying "baby".

Cen Ling paused, then turned to the wet night dew on the shrub leaves by the roadside, and asked, "Do you feel cold?"

Li Rong touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and smiled lightly: "It's okay."

If this continues, they can open 500 topics in [-] meters.

He was about to give up the conversation, but Cen Xiao suddenly reached out and touched his earlobe with his index finger.

Li Rong flinched subconsciously, but he didn't dodge. Cen Ling's fingers were very hot, making his earlobes feel colder and colder. However, the touch was delayed for a long time.

Cen Ling withdrew his hand: "It's quite cold, let's go quickly."

Li Rong came back to his senses, his eyelashes trembled twice: "Yes."

After leaving the community, cross a road, turn around and walk through a traffic light, and you will arrive at the entrance of the hot pot restaurant.

Jian Fu's eyes were almost green.

It was also the first time that he could not eat food after looking at it for such a long time.

The waiter came several times to ask if he wanted to turn off the fire for him, but he refused. He firmly believed that Cen Xiao and Li Rong would appear in a second.

Jian Fu stared at them sadly.

"You two better give me a reasonable explanation!"

Cen Ling unbuttoned his coat and hung it on the back of the chair: "He almost killed a thief, but I stopped him."

Li Rong lowered his head and glanced at the bottom of the pot, it was filled with butter, tomatoes and mandarin ducks.

He raised his eyebrows lightly, folded the clothes casually, stuffed them into a plastic bag, and said in a flat tone, "It's just that I didn't control the angle properly. I have no criminal impulse."

Brief: "..."

Jian Fu had a complex expression: "Did you make it up for me? I'm so honored."

First of all, he doesn't think that Li Rong, who is sick and panting upstairs, can kill a thief. Secondly, he thinks that the characters in the story are reversed. No matter how you look at it, it is Li Rong who should stop Cen Wei.

With a smile in Li Rong's eyes, he rolled up his sleeves: "Giant pandas can kill people when they are in a hurry." He raised his eyes to look at Cen Wei, who was sitting opposite him, and pointedly said, "Why did you order the bottom of the tomato pot?"

He always felt that Cen Xiao knew him a little too much.

He vaguely had some sort of guess in his mind, but this guess was outrageous. He returned to six years ago inexplicably because he was poisoned to death, but Cen Xiao was not dead, so it was impossible to come back with him.

Cen Wei's expression was as usual, but he answered briefly: "It was recommended by the clerk. The two most famous pot bottoms in this restaurant are butter and tomato. I may not come to eat them in the future. I have to try them all. You haven't eaten them before." Over the mandarin duck pot?"

Li Rong was a little dazed, looked down at the bottom of the boiling hot soup, and pursed his lips tightly.

It turned out to be pushed by the clerk, so keep it simple.

He slowly suppressed his smile, and picked up a piece of boiled, rotten tomato from the bottom of the pot. Before he could put it on the plate, the tomato fell apart under the pressure of the chopsticks and fell into the pot again.

Maybe he was thinking too much, maybe Cen Wei looked like this in high school, after all, he had never been in contact with Cen Wei in high school before.

In fact, no matter how much he doubted, Cen Xiao in the previous life was still alive and could veto all guesses with one vote.

Jian Fu immediately poured a plate of fresh beef into the spicy pot, and the gurgling oil soup instantly became quiet.

"Down by yourself, order what you want to eat."

Li Rong seldom eats hot pot, and his stomach can't touch spicy food, so he put a few pieces of tofu into the tomato pot, then raised his eyes and glanced at Cen Ling.

Cen Xiao directly poured another plate of fresh beef into the tomato pot.

Jian Fu tilted her head and swept, and said casually: "Let Li Rong eat it by himself, he can eat as much as he can eat."

Cen Ling picked up two slices of blanched beef and put them in his bowl: "I'll eat it too."

Jian Fu was surprised: "Didn't you only eat spicy pot?"

Cen Xiao lowered his head and stuffed the meat into his mouth: "Didn't you mean special features?"

Jian Fu pouted, feeling a little weird.

He and Cen Xiao have known each other since childhood, and he is often led away by other people's opinions, to some extent he is very stupid.

But Cen Wei is absolutely persistent, and will hardly change his mind because of other people's suggestions. The reason why he likes to follow Cen Wei is because Cen Wei likes to make up his mind, and he likes to let others make up his mind.

You obviously only eat spicy hotpot, when would you like to eat tomato hotpot?

But...it's really not a big deal, Jian Fu is too lazy to think about it.

Li Rong squinted, staring at Cen Xiao who finished eating two pieces of tomato-flavored meat.

This feeling is very similar to the previous life, when he ordered a table of Cantonese cuisine, Cen Wei accompanied him to eat steamed sweet potatoes and wonton noodles with a calm face, each of which was obviously lighter than the other, not Cen Wei's taste at all.

At that time, he would feel in a trance that because he had stomach problems, the doctor said that it would be easy to relapse, so Cen Wei didn't force him to eat something he didn't like, just like he cut his arm with a knife, and Cen Wei would let him live in the research institute.

It seems that while being paranoid and crazy, there is still a trace of pity for him.

Jian Fu ate a bowl of meat, and slipped another portion of shrimp into it. He was so hot that he gasped, and he mumbled in his mouth: "By the way, do you still remember the media that you saw in the cafeteria?"

He said that the media that led Li Qingli and Gu Nong to donate money had other plans.

Li Rong came back to his senses, pushed the ice powder in front of Jian Fu, and signaled him not to burn it.

Jian Fu took a sip of the ice powder, let out a long breath, and showed a triumphant look of 'no one can escape from the eyes of the first area', and said slowly: "I didn't think about it that day, so I just asked my uncle After asking, they made the record at that time because although the main body of this media is a small local morning newspaper, the funder is Liu Tanzhi, the academic director of A freshman. They suspected that this media was from Hong Suo's background, so they hurriedly made a record. Hey, once encountering Hong Suo in the first district, it's like being poked at the G-spot."

Li Rong had to say that although Jian Fu's last sentence was confusing and embarrassing, it described it very accurately.

Cen Ling just found sweet potato chips on the tablet, clicked to place an order, and then pressed the screen to turn off, and asked, "How can I be sure it's the background of Hong Suo? This situation can only be said to be the mouthpiece of Big A at best."

The dean of academic affairs is not a very important position in University A. Basically, every major in each college has five or six deans of academic affairs and deputy directors. They usually only take care of students changing dormitories and communication and publicity.

Jian Fu showed a mysterious smile: "She's nothing, but her husband is a little professor in Hongsuo, who wants to hide this from us? Just kidding! Her husband's name is Li Baishou, have you heard of it?"