Jiaobai fell back into bed. Li Jue's aura as the protagonist was really great. At this time, letting his second male lead have the memory of the first round was really a timely help. After all, things turned around and the situation became more interesting.
Wait, something is wrong...
I logged into the account and looked at the first of the four groups.
0/1 for the soulmate in this life.
Cen Jingmo was lying in the row.
Jiao Bai couldn't figure it out before. How could Cen Jingmo consider him a close friend when they had only met once in the car? This relationship was too inexplicable. Now he seemed to be able to figure out the reason.
The nickname added to the group is a friend's unilateral understanding of him, not a mutual emotion.
A confidant represents a person who shares the same ideals as you.
Jiao Bai guessed and thought, he felt that Cen Jingmo did not acquire the memory tonight, but had it before he joined the group.
That was exactly why Cen Jingmo was selected into the first group.
Why? Because when Cen Jingmo remembers the first round, he will remember that Li Jue is related to his brother from his hometown. A person who should have died long ago, but he is circling around in several major families, stirring up so many storms, but he didn't die and is still alive in the Qi family.
To Cen Jingmo, the existence of茭白 was too abrupt, like a fireball, burning everything in its path wherever it passed, without leaving any trace of its original appearance.
Cen Jingmo thought that Jiaobai could avoid the original dead end and had memories and knew the future, so he regarded him as his so-called confidant. Are they two small boats in the ocean of fate
If you think about it this way, it makes sense logically.
Otherwise, Jiaobai really couldn't think of any reason why Cen Jingmo ate more than 50 melons and joined the group so quickly, and still treated him as a confidant.
Jiao Bai deleted those photos that seemed like a reunion of a broken love spanning a century. Since they were all close friends, Cen Jingmo would not mess with him for Li Jue, right? He thought of something and entered Cen Jingmo's world house.
Seeing what is written on the blackboard in the World House, I want to say to my next life self -
1: I met Xiao Lijue, my lover, before Shen Er'an. I think my encounter with him was an unplanned one.
2: Don’t fight with Shen Er’an, nothing is more important than Xiao Li Jue.
3: When the opportunity comes to me, I will immediately give up everything in the Cen family, including power and glory, and take him away.
Of these three points, the first half of the first point could not be achieved, but the second half and the second and third points can all be chosen, and there is still time.
The opportunity has come. My lover has been successfully kidnapped. If not now, when
Could it be that he still wants to compete with Shen Er'an like in the first week
In the question-and-answer format behind the small blackboard, Cen Jingmo chose the latter, between the next life and starting over in this life.
He started over again, thinking back to the first round when no mistakes had happened yet, and all the favors from God were rolling to his feet, just waiting for him to reach out and pick them up.
Now he was only one word away from making up for his regrets and achieving perfection: go.
Take Li Jue away.
Jiaobai threw away the cell phone that he had held warm. Cen Jingmo had a heart disease. The comics described his fingertips as smelling of medicine. His physique was the worst among the tops. Then the medicine jar had no self-awareness and insisted on seeking power and love. He died young. He died in his youth, at this stage.
Cen Jingmo would have to be an idiot to go back to the old ways.
After sorting out all the trouble, Jiao Bai felt much more at ease. He hoped that Cen Jingmo would follow his obsession in the first week as soon as possible, give the Cen family to Shen Eran, and take Li Jue to settle abroad.
The cell phone rang and it was Shen Er'an calling.
"Jiaobai, I can't find out how Cen Jingmo knew Li Jue. There is no trace." Shen Er'an's tone was heavy, "I'm worried that he wants to avenge Li Jue. It's not convenient for him to deal with me, so he is likely to come to you."
Jiaobai touched the gauze on his forehead and said, "I know what's going on."
"Don't investigate the dispute between those two people anymore. It has nothing to do with you." He said again.
Shen Eran sat in the corner of the balcony: "Then why not give me a gift..."
"No need to see him off." Jiaobai said, "We won't care about Li Jue anymore after he arrives at the Cen family."
"Okay." Shen Er'an responded.
Jiaobai sighed. His collision had some effect. "I heard you were injured during the day. How are you?"
"Fake news." Shen Eran said, "I will 'rest' for a while."
Jiaobai was too lazy to think about those business strategies. However, Shen Eran took the initiative to tell him about the plan.
There is an elder in the Shen family who dislikes Shen Er'an and wants to compete for that position.
Shen Er'an pretended to be injured to give him a chance to perform. Once he won over other disloyal people in the Shen family, Shen Er'an would catch them all in one fell swoop.
After hearing this, Jiaobai had no idea.
The voice on the other end of the phone was a little muffled: "Do you think what I do is boring?"
"A little bit." Jiaobai told the truth. He was a fan of melodramatic romances and would skip over the business plots because he was too lazy to read them.
Shen Er'an smiled and said, "Uncle Qi is not next to you?"
"He's taking a shower, hiss..." Jiaobai bit the tip of his tongue and he gasped in pain. He was about to explain that it was a standard room with two beds, but Shen Er'an had already hurriedly greeted him and hung up the phone.
The bathroom door opened, and Qi Yiliao came out with cold steam. The young man on the bed was facing him, with the white quilt piled messily at his waist, his bathrobe loose, and his soft hair nestled on his pale neck.
The young man heard his footsteps, covered his mouth and looked over with his hands clasped over his hands. His thick, upturned eyelashes blinked, and the corners of his drooping eyes were red and watery, as if they were kneaded with beautiful broken glass.
Qi Yilao paused for a moment, frowned, glanced at Jiaobai helplessly and resentfully, then turned around and went back to the bathroom.
Wild rice: “…???”
At the villa, Shen Er'an lowered his head and stroked his cell phone.
"And An, you shouldn't tell outsiders about your fake injury." Tan Jun's voice was heard in the living room. He hadn't been to work recently and had been recuperating at his residence. He rushed here specially more than ten minutes ago.
Tan Jun walked slowly, his shoes dragging on the ground: "The plan to clean up the Shen family cannot be told."
Shen Er'an seemed to be worried about something and didn't say anything.
It was not until Tan Jun said that Qi Yilao came to Nancheng without bringing Zhang Zhen and others that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Shen Er'an turned his head slowly, his eyebrows and eyes, which were very similar to those of the previous head of Shen's group, were covered in darkness, making it impossible to tell what emotion he expressed.
"And, I know you value Jiaobai as a friend," Tan Jun sat on the brown sofa in the living room, sweat on his forehead, "but those who achieve great things are lonely, and the road to success cannot carry any friendship."
Shen Er'an's shoulders, no longer youthful, poked out from the shadows: "Uncle Tan, don't push me."
A bitter smile appeared on Tan Jun's thin face: "If I hadn't promised your mother, the grass on the grave would be as tall as a man. But, I hope you can understand that we have the same goal, and I am accompanying you."
Shen Er'an stood up and stood in front of the guardrail. There were stars above his head, the spring night breeze was blowing in his face, and a bright and upscale hall was behind him. However, he seemed to be stuck in a crack and was gradually squeezed and deformed.
Uncontrollable deformation.
"Qi Yilao has been in business for many years and has always been at ease. He is not very aggressive, but not weak either. He grasps the situation just right. If he dares to come here, he will not be unprepared." Shen Er'an said calmly.
Tan Jun pondered: "We can hire some gangsters to test the waters first."
The wound on Jiao Bai's forehead appeared in front of Shen Er'an's eyes. He moved his thin lips and said, "Uncle Tan, I just want to deal with the Cen family."
Tan Jun said, "Killing the Qi family will allow you to earn more bargaining chips. By then, the Cen family will not be a threat." The next moment, he slowed down his tone and said, "Don't you want to fulfill your mother's last wish as soon as possible? And when the opportunity comes, smart people know what to do."
Shen Er'an closed his deep eyes: "Qi Yilao is not Shen Ji, he is not enslaved by any desires, he has a clear mind, and he can advance or retreat..."
"He has a weakness, and he's brought here this time, so we can just take action." Tan Jun's voice came from the living room.
Those words were like a huge blade that swung down, cutting off the drifting air and dust in one swoop.
The whole world seemed to be hit by a storm.
Shen Eran turned around and faced the living room. He took a breath and looked at Tan Jun coldly: "Jiao Bai came to South City for me. I know better than anyone how much he hates this city. He came here with injuries just to persuade me. He didn't want me to be trapped in hatred."
Li Jue was only his personal enemy, while the Cen family was the real enemy, involving his mother and grandmother.
If Jiaobai knew that he was beyond help and had no way out...
Will you feel that all the words of advice, all the things you did, and all the blood you shed were in vain
The boy on the balcony was not experienced enough and was easily led by emotions. He frowned in pain, which made Tan Jun dazed for a moment. He unconsciously said softly: "We only want Qi Yilao's life, and we won't hurt Jiaobai."
Shen Er'an's eyes moved slightly, his face pale: "I promised him in person at Lan Mo Mansion last year that I would not use him again and would not involve him again. I have gone back on my word again and again. How can I have the face to see him again?"
Tan Jun looked up at the ceiling light and whispered, "You don't know. I did all this behind your back."
"No..." Shen Er'an took a half step back, his back hitting the guardrail, the night wind blew into his collar, and his blood froze, "I don't agree!"
"If you dare to touch Jiaobai behind my back," Shen Er'an's head began to ache, "I will really be left without a single friend, Uncle Tan."
He pleaded with the grievance of a little kid who didn't want to lose his playmate, but his expression was extremely grim and terrifying, and his teeth were chattering, which was a warning that he would never compromise.
Tan Jun took out his worn watch and stroked it gently. "I learned about Mr. Chu's death on the way here. Chu Dongshan will either persuade his eldest brother to deal with the Cen family, or he will use his eldest brother's child to threaten his eldest brother to give up the throne. He will definitely fight with Cen Jingmo for Li Jue. It is not ruled out that the two will form an alliance to deal with us first."
"The business world is in chaos again and we need allies," he said.
Shen Er'an's head hurt even more. He grabbed the railing to support himself, and his lips turned pale.
"Let's let go of the opportunity tonight. You should use your relationship with Jiao Bai to get him to stand on your side. He has the Qi family behind him," Tan Jun planned. "We can prepare appropriate articles for the media to publish, creating a friendly cooperation between the Shen and Qi families..."
Shen Er'an's vision gradually became blurred, he fell forward to the ground and fainted.
Shen Er'an was rushed to the hospital, and Tan Junshou stayed with him like a spiritual pillar.
I said last time that there is a fragment in the patient's brain that is in a dangerous position and cannot be removed through surgery, so it can only be treated conservatively.
Don't let his emotions fluctuate too much.
…
Shen Eran was dreaming.
In the dream, he was in Razor Mountain, still a little boy of a few years old. His mother woke him up, washed his face, and put on new clothes for him.
His mother buttoned his clothes, patted his clothes, pinched his red nose with her rough hands, and with a smile on her frail face, she said, "Our Ammon will have a new home soon."
No, I don’t want to go down the mountain, I don’t want a new home…
Jiao Bai learned about Shen Er'an's overseas treatment from Qi Yilao, and he was unable to get in touch with Shen Er'an.
Fortunately, although Tan Jun bound Shen Er'an with hatred, he was also one of the people who wanted him to be alive the most, especially when his revenge had not yet been avenged.
The temperature gradually rose, and bees came to the yard of Lan Mo Mansion, and there was a buzzing sound in the vines.
Jiaobai insisted on rehabilitation, writing, and learning foreign languages every day. By May, he was no longer in a wheelchair, but he could not walk fast or run.
During the time when the person in charge of the Shen family was away from the country, the Chu family went through some infighting, and Chu Dongshan became the head of the family. He seemed to no longer be the dandy young man he used to be, and he lived a life of hardship and hardship behind closed doors.
The Cen family was surprisingly peaceful, and so was the business community.
Yu Ling had never looked for Jiao Bai, and neither had Yu Xiang. Jiao Bai would not take the initiative to look for the two brothers, lest they be trapped by dog blood.
In mid-May, Jiang Yan transferred 8,800 yuan to Jiaobai.
Jiang Yan sent a heart-shaped emoticon: You lend me 12 million plus interest, and I will pay it back monthly, is that okay, dear
It doesn't matter if Jiaobai is involved or Jiang Yan is unable to pay him back, which means the debt has been paid off, which is a good thing.
Even though the band was still half dead.
Jiang Yan is willing to pursue his dream and never wants to give up. Jiaobai has nothing to say.
Jiaobai asked Jiang Yan how the pursuit of Karen was going.
Jiang Yan sent a photo. It was a picture of two shadows hugging each other, which was strangely clichéd, but also strangely romantic.
Jiaobai: Did you catch up
Jiang Yan: n, this is the cover of the song I am going to release. From now on, I will just let my career guide me.
"… "
Jiaobai was thinking that after two months, when the protagonist's shattered body must have almost recovered, news came out on the Internet.
The prince of the Cen family is getting married, and a large number of fans are crying.
Jiaobai had never searched for those wealthy people on Weibo, but when he did, he found that they all had super topics.
Financial super topic.
Shen Er'an's super topic ranks the highest, and she has a huge number of fans, comparable to a celebrity. She is so beautiful, strong and miserable, which is awesome.
The second is Cen Jingmo, the noble young man with rosy lips and white teeth. When his marriage news was revealed, Weibo exploded and the popularity was incredibly high.
Not only is there a super topic, there is even a fucking CP.
Qi Yiliao was paired with various people, and all of them were paired with him.
Mature and elegant, with a mysterious touch, it is a versatile style.
Jiaobai had the illusion of returning to his previous life. He was browsing Weibo while saying "fuck" all the time.
After browsing for most of the day, Jiaobai finally found Cen Jingmo's bride-to-be. The girl was wearing a lolita outfit, biting her fingers and looking eagerly at... the milk tea that fell on the ground.
Isn't that just a women's dress
Jiaobai frowned and looked again and again, wondering why Li Jue was so stupid.
"Young Master Bai, the Cen family has sent an invitation." Qi Er hurriedly walked into this lush and shady place.
This is the forest nest that Master Qi had designed for Bai Shao. One can breathe fresh air and get some faint scattered light. It is very suitable for people with dermatitis to read and sleep in the summer.
Jiaobai lay in the rattan chair, flipping through the gold-embossed invitation.
Groom: Cen Jingmo.
Bride: Wang Yu.
Tsk tsk, Cen Jingmo could have taken his little Li Jue abroad to register for marriage and live in their own world. I wonder what his plan is in holding such a grand wedding in China.
Yu Ling’s activity level has not yet exceeded 50. Is the opportunity Yu Xiang or Cen Jingmo
Jiaobai was very annoyed. He picked up the branch that was brushing his shoulders in the wind, pulled off a green leaf from it, and tore it into pieces bit by bit along the meridians.
After tearing it all, Jiaobai got up and went back to the house. He took a bowl of ice cream from the refrigerator and ate it all the way to Qi's.
He really had no purpose this time, he just wanted to pick up Qi Yiliao from get off work.
fart.
He wanted to attend the wedding of Cen Jingmo and Li Jue.
We are about to get rid of these days where we have to roll in the bloody waters. Just hold on a little longer.
Jiaobai finished his ice cream with a heavy heart and burped a chocolate-flavored burp. He asked Qi Er to park the car outside the supermarket.
You can't go empty-handed, you have to buy something to take with you.
Qi Er watched Jiao Bai picking out a fruit basket, and he informed the boss with a sullen face.
Before he could finish typing, the phone fell on the back of his foot, rolled over, and landed on the gravel road.
Mr. Bai was looking at the flowers in front of the supermarket.
Bai Shao picked up the flowers.
Rose, it's a rose!!!
Qi Er picked up the phone and quickly called the boss.
I have to go directly to the top floor later and make sure I don't let the company employees see me.
Jiaobai didn't know that Qi Er was posting in the group. He squatted in the pile of flowers picking roses, putting them together one by two.
Roses come in several colors, so pick one just like you would pick wild rice stems. Don’t buy any that are even slightly wilted.
After all, this is the first time in his two lives that he has given me flowers, so he has to be serious about it.
"Student, how much do you want to buy?" the boss came over and asked.
Jiaobai pulled down his mask, revealing his slightly red face: "Are there any activities?"
"Eight dollars per stick. If you buy more than sixty-six sticks, I'll give you a discount." The boss was very easy to talk to.
"Sixty-six, that's too many. Holding them in my hand makes me look so damn conspicuous, like I'm proposing to you. Too high-profile. It's not necessary." Jiaobai muttered to himself and continued to look for pretty roses.
"Propose?" The boss is very good at catching key words. "Then sixty-six won't work. Ninety-nine has a better meaning."
Wild rice: “…”
"Are you buying this for your loved ones?" the boss suggested. "Flowers should be bought by the person concerned to show sincerity."
"I bought it myself." said Jiaobai.
The boss looked a little strange: "Then you got married early, classmate."
The wild rice stem will cause vomiting blood.
There were footsteps coming from the supermarket shelves. Someone was about to pass by the wild rice stem and politely asked, "Can you please make way?"
Jiaobai moved his body, and a pleasant fragrance rushed into his nose. He subconsciously looked up and saw a strange face.
He is a very gentle man.
I haven't seen it before, but I feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
The man walked up to the counter to pay. Jiaobai took one more look at the rose. Just as he was about to look away, his hand suddenly grasped the rose tightly and the thorn pricked his finger.
Jiaobai didn't even bother to wipe the blood that had seeped out. He quickly checked the account list and went straight to the fourth group.
1/3 of the most familiar strangers you will never forget in your life.
The "hundred" avatar of the person online is lit, and there is a harp seal paw pattern on the edge of the avatar.
The茭白 squatted in front of the flower and didn't move for a long time.
The man had already paid and was about to leave with his shopping bag. If you looked closely, you could see that one of his legs was not very flexible and he was limping slightly. He saw Jiaobai staring at him and asked in confusion, "Hello, what can I do for you?"
Jiaobai stood up slowly, his knees creaking. He raised the corners of his lips and smiled maliciously and strangely: "Hello."