Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

Spring is cold.

Seeing that it was almost Cen Xiao's birthday.

Li Rong looked through his savings, thought hard for a while, and finally stared blankly at the ceiling.

He hasn't celebrated Cen Xiao's birthday yet.

In other words, he used to deliberately ignore this day, let his work fill up his time, and then, under the urging of phone calls, he went out early and came back after midnight.

Of course, Cen Xiao was not waiting for him pitifully.

When working in the United Chamber of Commerce, there will naturally be unavoidable communication. Cen Wei is the son of the president of the third district, and there are always many people who are eager to make friends with him. Birthday is the best opportunity.

Cen Wei didn't know when he learned a set of face-changing kung fu, it's the same for him, it's the same for the confidants like Jian Fu, and it's the same for the people who are rushing to cling.

Cen Wei can be very stupid, attracting those low-ranking ruffian leaders to sincerely call him brothers and serve him, or he can be very righteous and honest, so that young people who entered the United Chamber of Commerce at the same time will trust him and support him in every way. The presidents of several other chambers of commerce kept close contact with him, and even those who did not agree with Cen Qing in the sixth and eighth districts were very close to him.

Therefore, Li Rong objectively believes that in a few years, Cen Wei will be able to take Cen Qing's place and replace Cen Qing in the third district.

It's a pity that he died early and didn't get to see that day.

hope……

Thinking of this, Li Rong pulled his lips, the smile on his lips gradually faded, and his heart tightened suddenly.

I hope that in the last life, Cen Wei really replaced Cen Qing in peace, without any accidents.

"I'm so poor, do I want a birthday present? What should I give?" Li Rong looked at Jian Fu and Lin Qin, and asked sincerely.

Lin Qin also looked at Jian Fu. He still didn't know Cen Wei well, but since they were all in the same team, he had to give him a gift that people liked.

Jian Fu curled her lips, and looked at Li Rong and Lin Qin with some embarrassment: "Ah...you don't need to give it away, my brother's birthday is not coming, since he was a child."

Before Li Rong could speak, Lin Qin couldn't help but blurted out: "How can someone celebrate their birthday?"

Jian Fu shrugged and hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to speak or not, her face almost twisted into a ball.

"This... oops... I think... that's it..."

Lin Qin was very understanding, and he immediately understood: "Is it hard for you to say it, then..." He was about to say or don't say it, but when he thought that Li Rong was still by his side, he changed the second half of the paragraph. The words were swallowed.

He subconsciously felt that this matter should be decided by Li Rong.

Li Rong was silent for a long time, then he tore a peach leaf by the side of the road casually, and asked casually: "What did he do on his birthday before?"

In his last life, he was close to Cen Xiao after Cen Xiao entered the third district.

Cen Xiao had his own entertainment, so he didn't need to worry about it, so even if he waited for Cen Xiao's birthday to pass before returning home, Cen Xiao would not say anything.

He remembered one time when he came back from the laboratory at two o'clock in the morning. He was so sleepy that he had already slept on the table for a round.

When he opened the door, he found that the room was very dark, except for a dim kitchen light.

When the lamp was first decorated, it was probably used for candlelight dinners, but unfortunately he and Cen Wei didn't have such a romantic relationship, so the lamp was never lit.

Cen Xiao leaned against the dining table, resting his head on the back of the hard wooden chair. He didn't know if he had fallen asleep, but his breathing was very light, and there was a smell of alcohol around him.

Li Rong knew at a glance that Cen Wei had just come off a social feast and was still drunk.

But he doesn't dislike Cen Xiao drinking, because Cen Xiao's wine is very good.

Although Cen Wei would sometimes make a big fuss out of a little bit of alcohol and bully him, but when he really drank too much, Cen Wei was very quiet, even a little... at the mercy of others.

But when he drank too much, Li Rong only met him twice, one of which was the night just after his birthday.

Li Rong walked over on tiptoe, looking down at Cen Xiao quietly.

He knew that drunk people would suffer, but he had no plans to sober up Cen Ling. In fact, even if Cen Ling lay on a chair all night, he might not have any compassion.

He had just submitted the mid-term report of GT201. After reading it, Jiang Weide frowned again and again, telling him to go back and think again, and warned him that being too impetuous would easily fall short.

He was a little discouraged, he knew what Jiang Weide said was right, he was impatient and anxious, the more he came into contact with the research related to his father, the more he couldn't control himself.

For feelings, he is actually completely closed.

At that time, he couldn't see anyone, and he couldn't think of anything. The only thing he thought about was whether GT201 could succeed.

He didn't care what happened to Cen Xiao.

But Cen Xiao woke up very vigilantly.

After waking up, he reacted very slowly, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was a little confused.

Li Rong knew that he really drank too much.

Cen Xiao's voice was a little hoarse, and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty: "You came back from working overtime?"

Li Rong was surprised that he could still say a complete and logical sentence, so he couldn't help but distanced himself from him, looked at him not too far away, and gave a soft "um".

At this distance, if Cen Wei wanted to do something to him, he could immediately run back to the house and slam the door behind him.

Anyway, a drunk's reaction ability must not be as good as his.

However, Cen Xiao pushed the unremarkable plastic packaging box under the dim light, and said softly: "Supper, fresh shrimp and spring rolls."

This kind of fresh shrimp spring rolls has a light taste when dipped in sauce, and there are special spices inside, which will be Li Rong's favorite taste.

Li Rong stood in front of Cen Wei, with a cold expression and clear eyes, and said word by word: "Your birthday has passed."

He thought that Cen Xiao wanted to continue the candlelight supper with him to make up for his birthday, so he deliberately reminded Cen Xiao that I don't need to accompany you to celebrate your birthday because the time has passed.

Cen Wei moved his eyelids, pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and thought for a long time before he understood Li Rong's words clearly.

"As it is now."

Li Rong was silent for a few seconds.

Cen Xiao's eye sockets are very deep, and his eyes are also rich in black. Such a person can easily have an aura of calmness and prestige.

But only when he was drunk, when his eyes were red and confused, did he have an innocent look that fit this age.

But Li Rong was very merciless: "It's two o'clock in the morning, after that, it's over."

On the crisp and tender new leaves, a drop of dew dripped, hitting the wet and muddy brick cracks.

Li Rong came back to his senses and found that Jian Fu started to sigh.

Jian Fu whispered: "I don't know too much about the details. Anyway, after I got to know him, he usually hides at my house on his birthday. I didn't know it at first, but then I accidentally found out that it was his birthday. Um...it should be It has something to do with Aunt Cen and Aunt Xiao, my brother doesn’t hold parties, take pictures, eat cakes, or celebrate anything on his birthday, and his house will be very noisy, so he usually hides out.”

Lin Qin couldn't help frowning: "Why, I thought..."

Jian Fu snorted and said, "I thought that families like ours must have a fairy life. Hey, I really am, but my brother used to say that birthdays are 'disasters'."

"Disaster..." Li Rong pressed the soft leaf in the palm of his hand and repeated it lightly.

He only knew that the relationship between Cen Xiao and his parents was not good, but he didn't know that it was so severe.

Disaster?

Jian Fu is still smoothing things out: "Oh, my brother is used to it, anyway, just don't mention it, and let this day pass peacefully." As he said, he stretched out his hand and drew an arc of time passing by.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Cen Xiao raised his eyes to look at him, and his blurry figure was reflected in his pupils.

"Can't it be now?"

Li Rong tilted his head slightly, and frowned in confusion.

Cen Xiao seemed to be very drunk, and was saying something he couldn't understand.

Whether it can be a birthday now is not up to him to decide, the date of the birthday is doomed at the moment of birth.

How else can he pass it whenever he wants?

The crushed leaves exuded a fragrance, and the juice stained the palm of Li Rong's palm green.

Jian Fu raised his hand and shook it in front of Li Rong: "Hey, are you listening to me carefully? My brother hates birthdays. He said that he will choose a date for his birthday in the future, and it has nothing to do with his parents."

Li Rong's eyelashes trembled when Jian Fu shook her, she couldn't help laughing, and muttered to herself: "So, that's what he meant."

Many times, humans experience delayed pain.

At the age of 23, in the cold night, under the dim light, he didn't understand, but when he came back to the campus where the breeze was cool and the flowers were fragrant, he suddenly realized that this was what Cen Wei meant.

Cen Ling wants to choose a good day for his birthday, and he is the one who can cover the 'disaster'.