Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

When Cen Xiao was about to go out, Xiao Muran was already asleep. Xiao Wu jumped out of the cat's nest and walked up to Cen Xiao silently. It raised its tail high and stared at Cen Xiao closely with its blue eyes. An unfriendly "Wow", as if it was not Cen Xiao who forcibly broke into this house a week ago.

Cen Xiao glanced at it, and took out a bag of dried fish with sauce from the transparent snack box in the living room.

Seeing the packaging bag of dried fish, Xiao Wu slowly lowered his tail, raised his neck gracefully, raised his front paws impatiently, and grabbed it, even his voice became a little more friendly and coquettish.

Cen Wei tore open the packaging bag and threw it to it. Seeing it having fun with the small dried fish, he couldn't help whispering: "Are you related to him by blood?"

After Xiao Wu got the dried fish, he was too lazy to talk to Cen Wei, so he quickly jumped onto the sofa with the packaging bag in his mouth.

Cen Wei didn't bother to care about what would happen if Xiao Muran found the sofa was filthy the next day, but he couldn't bear to blame the cat anyway.

Wrapped in a quilt, Li Rong collapsed into a salted fish on the bed, closed his eyes and waited for more than half an hour, then he suddenly opened them.

At this time, does Cen Xiao know where his home is?

In his last life, he celebrated his birthday once, and Cen Xiao was in a rare mood and said that he would give him a birthday present.

He was proud and arrogant, holding on to his humble self-esteem, thinking that as long as Cen Xing's money and gifts were confiscated, they would be a pure bed partner relationship, not a more unbearable confinement.

But I don't know what kind of illness Cen Wei suffered that day, so he insisted on sending him away.

Li Rong couldn't beat him and almost had a fight with him, but luckily because of the difference in force value, it ended in failure.

Cen Ling asked him to lead the way, and found this former home that had been changed hands several times and was being put up for sale.

A few years have passed, and the place has changed beyond recognition, but Cen Ling still bought the villa and had someone renovate it, throwing the key to Li Rong.

Cen Wei said that if he really doesn't want to see him, he can hide here, for the sake of Li Qingli and Gu Nong, he can not bother him.

They obviously have a bad relationship, but after hearing this sentence, Li Rong still felt a little uncomfortable.

In fact, this house has no meaning to Li Rong anymore, the important thing is the people who are no longer there, not some emotionless building, but since Cen Wei said so, he still accepted the key.

Cen Ling really kept his promise and never stepped through this door.

So the current Cen Wei probably didn't know the address, so he didn't even ask.

Li Rong sighed, and lazily picked up the phone that was about to run out of battery, intending to send the address to Cen Wei.

Before he could send it out, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Li Rong stopped typing.

He frowned, crawled out of the warm blanket, and went down the stairs. The wind on the first floor gave him goosebumps.

Walking to the door, he bowed and saw Cen Xiao's figure in the door mirror.

Li Rong tilted his head slightly, pondered for a while, then stretched out his hand to open the door.

This should be the first time Cen Xiao came to his house.

Li Rong was wearing a bulky silk pajamas, with his arms clasped and his fingers tucked into the sleeves, looking thin and cold.

As soon as Cen Wei raised his eyes, he saw Li Rong looking at him, his eyes were clear and bright, with awe-inspiring light, as if he could see through all hidden secrets.

"What?" Cen Wei narrowed his eyes slightly, with an open face, not paying attention to Li Rong's probing gaze.

"It's okay." The coldness on Li Rong's face dissipated in a second, he raised his lips into a lazy smile, pressed the delete button calmly, and quickly deleted the half-entered address under the cover of his fat sleeve.

Cen Wei didn't wait for Li Rong to invite him, directly staggered him, and walked in.

The villa of Li Rong's family is not too big, Li Qingli and Gu Nong are not extravagant people, the first floor of the villa can accommodate a living room, a study, and a small kitchen.

Cen Ling's eyes lingered on the first floor for a moment, and found the cold dinner on the table.

Li Rong didn't eat much, because he was disturbed by Li Baishou, he only ate three shrimps, one egg roll, and a few mouthfuls of fish belly.

Under the delicate lighting, the two ugly and broken wounds on the glass window cannot be ignored.

What seeps in from the dark hole is not only the chilly wind at night, but also the mosquitoes that follow the light source.

In fact, as soon as he arrived at the door, Cen Wei discovered the red paint that was not wiped clean on the door of Li Rong's house, and the fragments of the wreath in the corner by the door.

His days were not peaceful.

Cen Wei withdrew his gaze calmly, found a seat on the sofa and sat down, looked at Li Rong: "What do you want me for?"

With an innocent face, Li Rong simply sat down on the armrest of the sofa beside Cen Ling: "Help you with tutoring, earn some extra money, I'm very short of money now."

The sofa was made of real leather, and it was pressed a little bit inward by him, and even Cen Xiao's arm moved accordingly.

"I don't need tutoring, and I don't care about perfect grades."

"No way, the first grader is not satisfied with helping you make up lessons?"

As soon as Li Rong sat down, he brought a soft wind wrapped in the fragrance of shower gel.

They are very close.

Li Rong's hair had already covered his neck, the soft strands of hair were supported by his shoulders, and the tips of his hair were a little curled. Under the cover of black hair, the small piece of skin on the back of his neck appeared to be extraordinarily fair.

Originating from the good habit he developed since childhood, when he sat down, he would subconsciously straighten his back and straighten his body, even though he sat on the handle of the sofa unseemly and dangled one leg.

His back was still thin, and the outline of his spine could be vaguely seen through the silk coat, but fortunately, his complexion was not as pale as it was a week ago, and his food was much richer and more nutritious.

Cen Xiao knew that he could wrap his arms around Li Rong's waist as soon as he raised his hand.

Li Rong also knew.

But Cen Ling didn't raise his hand, nor did he push Li Rong away.

They were at an extremely close distance, close enough to breathe each other's breath, and then chatted some nonsense.

Finally, Cen Wei couldn't stand the torment of the vague breath, and made a gesture to get up: "Don't tell me I'm leaving."

"Hey!" Li Rong suddenly reached out and grabbed Cen Xiao's forearm.

He practiced piano since he was a child, his fingers are slender, his nails are trimmed and round, and even his joints are white and beautiful.

"The shrimp on my table is very delicious, why don't you..."

"I don't like seafood." Cen Wei cast his eyes on the hand holding his forearm, his eyes were dark, but he didn't pay much attention to Li Rong's words.

"It's really delicious, but it's a bit fishy when it's cold." Li Rong looked at the dining table sadly, and then at the broken glass window.

The shattered pieces of glass were still lying on the floor, and he didn't clean them up. After all, he hadn't received any feedback from the police station yet. Who knew when the other party would come again.

Cen Xiao followed his gaze, looked back, and shook Li Rong's hand.

He stood up, walked to the table, and glanced at the still-fresh leftovers.

Cen Xiao frowned, took the shrimp and steamed fish and walked into the kitchen.

After he went in and took a look, he found that the microwave oven had been smashed because he was too rough when counting the items, and it happened to fall on the induction cooker when it was smashed down. Now except for one oven, the rest are useless.

Li Rong is not an idiot in life, if he can get hot, he will definitely be hot, so he won't be deceived.

Cen Xiao put down the shrimp and steamed fish.

Being willing to bring these leftovers to heat up is already his greatest patience. Generally, his solutions to such trivial matters are simpler and rude.

Cen Wei directly ordered a new one for Li Rong.

"What a waste, I don't have that much money." Li Rong looked at the leftovers that were decisively discarded by Cen Wei, showing regret.

Cen Wei raised his eyebrows, it was impossible for him not to hear Li Rong's hint.

Cen Wei: "You can borrow money if you want, there is a condition."

Li Rong: "?"

Li Rong looked into Cen Xiao's eyes, looked at his uncompromising expression, and finally pulled his lips as if mocking himself.

"Fine, anyway, I have no choice. I have to agree to whatever you say. Don't you think this question is redundant?" Shrimp is open and natural.

The more fearless he became, the more alarm bells in Cen Xiao's heart rang out.

Li Rong has a kind of free and easy manner, which is not a healthy state of mind.

Cen Wei: "We'll talk about the conditions later."

Li Rong nodded again and again: "Understood."

Cen Xiao probably guessed that what he understood was definitely not the same as what he thought, but he didn't bother to refute.

There is nothing wrong with making Li Rong misunderstand this aspect.

"My glass." Now that he had made it clear, Li Rong didn't bother to hide it.

"Find someone to replace yourself."

Li Rong said seriously: "No."

Cen Wei was silent for a few seconds, then said softly, "No one will make trouble in the future."

He didn't say much about how to do it, and of course Li Rong didn't ask.

"Okay." Li Rong nodded, his expression relaxed again.

He knew about Lan Shu's abilities and methods, but he didn't know all of them, and he didn't want to know about some of them that couldn't be put on the table.

It's just that it's interesting that Cen Wei dared to promise him so. If he remembers correctly, the current Cen Wei is not yet a member of Lan Shu.

Fresh boiled prawns were delivered quickly, and as soon as the lid was opened, hot air rushed in.

Li Rong wrapped himself in a coat, sat back at the dining table, lowered his head, lowered his eyes, and slowly peeled the shrimp.

The prawns were a bit hot. After he peeled one, his fingertips were hot and red, and the soup slipped along his fingers into the crevice of his fingers. When he was illuminated by the light, it was shiny and attractive.

Li Rong took the shrimp tail, dipped it in the prepared sauce, and quickly stuffed the shrimp into Cen Xiao's mouth while the sauce was about to drip.

Cen Xiao was caught off guard and clenched his teeth subconsciously, astonishment flashed across his face.

Li Rongyun glanced at him, lowered his eyes and continued to peel the shrimp, said calmly: "Look, you treat me better, and I treat you better."

His voice was very small, a bit like muttering, but he was rare serious and gentle.

Cen Wei doesn't like seafood, but Li Rong is right, this shrimp is really delicious.

The author has something to say:

Cen Wei: I don't like seafood...

Me: My wife is rare and gentle, she wants to eat even when she cries!