Reborn As the Ex-wife of the Paranoid Male Lead

The spring wind blows through the promenade, bringing with it the aroma of wisteria flowers, which is fresh and sweet.

On such a sunny afternoon, Shen Cheng simply refused: "I don't need it."

Jian Shi noon action.

"Small wound." Shen Cheng said in a low voice, "No need."

Jian Shiwu gnashed his teeth a little when he saw that he was about to leave: "If you don't treat the wound properly, you will get infected. Although I can't study well, this is common sense in life. You have to listen to me in this regard."

Shen Cheng raised his eyebrows: "Common sense in life?"

Fatty proudly broke through the sky: "Yes."

Shen Cheng glanced blankly at the bag in Jian Shiwu's hand: "Is it your common sense to buy a bag of ice cream to eat just after drinking hot water in the classroom?"

Jian Shiwu's eyes blinked, and she stood there stunned with snacks, her stubborn expression was actually cute and naive.

Seeing his somewhat naive look, Shen Cheng was inexplicably happy in his heart, he turned around and left a sentence: "I will have diarrhea."

Jian Shiwu looked down at the bag, and suddenly felt a little ashamed. He finally tried to suppress it for a while, but he didn't expect to be dismantled so quickly. Seeing that Shen Cheng was about to leave, he quickly rushed over and stuffed the band-aid into his pocket. Free and easy and not sloppy: "Even so, if you touch the water, you will be infected. I bought everything."

The voice slipped away as if he was afraid that the Band-Aid would be returned. It was almost impossible to do it before. This serious attitude was like, at that time, it was true that he said that he would not be entangled. He really said Did you do it, or did you just learn to be smart and change your strategy?

Shen Cheng lowered his eyes and looked at the Band-Aid in his hand. After a moment of silence, he tore off the package and wrapped it around the injured finger, as if someone who had never used a computer touched the keyboard for the first time. The action of wrapping the Band-Aid was unfamiliar And clumsy.

...

evening

Shen Cheng returned home.

The house was dark and dilapidated, and many drawers were opened, so they kept a half-open attitude. There was a decadent woman sitting on the ground with her hair disheveled. In such a dimly lit room, ordinary people would be scared to death if they suddenly came in. However, Shen Cheng walked in as if he was used to it.

When passing the living room, Gao Can, who had been silent, moved for a while. She looked up and saw Shen Cheng, her voice hoarse: "You're back?"

Shen Cheng ignored her.

However, Gao Can pounced nimbly, and she actually hugged Shen Cheng's leg like this: "Xiao Cheng, you must help mother this time!"

Shen Cheng's back stood straight on the spot, not because of her bending in the slightest: "Let go."

"Don't let it go, don't let it go." Gao Can hugged him tightly with his hands and sniffed, "They asked me to pay back the money, and if they didn't pay back the money, they would come to the house to move things, even if it wasn't for your mother, Think about it for your family!"

She lowered her head and missed the flashing scorpion in Shen Cheng's eyes. He slowly bent down, his slender hands fell on her shoulders, and pushed his mother away like he was dealing with something dirty. Can was surprised by Shen Cheng's strength, and looked at him fiercely on the ground: "Do you want to kill me?!"

She is not forcing her own child.

"click"

The bedroom door opened.

The crippled father Shen was thin. He leaned against the door and breathed lightly: "Gao Can, what are you doing, you, do you still look like a mother? How old is Xiaocheng now?"

The woman sitting on the ground had bloodshot eyes, and when she heard this, she turned back with hatred: "Use you to remind me!"

"If it weren't for you..."

She was almost crazy: "You lame man has no ability and no money, what's wrong with me asking your son to ask for money, you can't make money, your son can, he works several jobs, you see it's 11 o'clock now, he's outside It must have made a lot of money.”

Gao Can came to pick up Shen Cheng again, and tears really fell: "Xiao Cheng, this is the last time, you pay it back for me, I promise not to go to the mahjong hall to play mahjong in the future."

Shen Cheng stood in the living room, watching this scene as if he was watching a farce.

Gao Can: "Are you talking!?"

Shen Cheng looked down at her: "How much do you owe this time?"

"Not much." With a smile on her face, she lowered her head and said a number, and her whole body was trembling: "It's really that much, I don't dare to gamble that much, I know you have money, you give it to me ."

Shen Cheng was expressionless: "No."

"No?!" Gao Can raised his voice, she rushed over this time but was avoided by Shen Cheng, but she still pointed to Shen Cheng's hand and said, "You are willing to buy something like a Band-Aid, and you say do not have it?"

Shen Cheng: "I didn't buy it."

Gao Can seemed to have discovered something, she said, "Who is it, is it your friend? Or someone else? Xiaocheng, if you don't have money, does your friend have money? Ask him to borrow some. Don't be embarrassed. Otherwise, I'll borrow it, I'll go to school tomorrow, what's his name..."

Shen Cheng interrupted her coldly: "I have no friends."

Junior high school is a lively and rebellious age for ordinary children. The first person in the school has an admirable face, a smart brain and extraordinary talent, but such a person does not have any friends.

"You're not allowed to go to school, and you're not allowed to borrow money from students." Shen Cheng warned her, "Do you understand?"

Having said that, Gao Can was suddenly happy when he heard it, just like he had no way to face an iron wall before, but now he has found a breakthrough by mistake.

The woman looked up at him: "I'm your mother, can I still take care of you, can't I meet your friends?"

Shen Cheng ignored it and walked straight back to the room.

A voice came from behind: "What if I have to go?"

Shen Cheng's footsteps stopped, and after a long silence, he turned his head to look back, and with just one glance, Gao Can's whole body froze in place, because it seemed that his aura changed in just a moment, and Shen Cheng's sharp eyebrows narrowed slightly. , walked to Gao Can step by step, the light in the room was dim, he looked down at her like a ghost from hell: "You can try."

Without too many verbal threats, just one sentence made Gao Can shut up. She almost felt a terrifying coldness at that moment, the freezing cold, but the next second, she laughed again, almost crazy. .

No matter how good

Shouldn't you just stay in a place like this for the rest of your life?

Yes, even if I fail, I will drag that person's son to stay in this **** for the rest of my life!

...

In the small and dark room, Shen Cheng stood at the door. Outside the window was the warm yellow light of the neighborhood, and there was a faint smell of the food. The light spilled some light through the window to this side, bringing a touch of translucency to the dark room. Using the light, Shen Cheng looked down at his palm, with a Band-Aid wrapped around his index finger.

Because of labor, the band-aid has been deformed, and it is less sticky and crumbling.

Look, no matter how beautiful things are, as long as they touch him, they will be bruised all over.

He can't protect it, but will stain the other party and drag him to hell.

Shen Cheng stared for a moment, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, threw the Band-Aid into the trash can not far away, and left.

...

At night, Jane's house

Jian Shiwu came out after smelling the aroma of the food. The table was full of ready-made food. The aroma of steaming ribs, sour and vinegar fish, braised pork trotters, and Zhen Mei’s specialty dish, beef belly. My stomach growls when I look at it.

Jian Shiwu rushed over: "It's so fragrant."

Zhen Meili shouted in the kitchen, "Come here and help me scoop the rice."

Jian Shiwu came over to scoop a bowl of rice for each of her parents, but only a small half bowl. The mother who looked at it was curious: "How much to eat?"

"I'm not hungry." Jian Shiwu smiled: "I just think it's time to lose weight."

?

As if hearing something shocking, Zhen Meimei's eyes widened.

Jane's mother: "You don't have a fever, do you?"

Jian Shilu brought the meal over: "I'm not sick, what are you doing, Mom?"

Just when Father Jane came back from the company's official business, he heard this sentence. Father Jane laughed happily: "Why, our son wants to become a handsome guy?"

Zhen Meimei asked her aunt to continue serving dishes from the kitchen. She sat down at the dining table and said, "Don't do all this all day long, what about losing weight with this long body? Teacher Huang called today, you know teacher What are you talking about, what should your good son and classmates do when you go to an Internet cafe to find a class representative?"

?

Now it was Jane's father who was shocked.

The father and son looked at each other and smiled together, even though Father Jian was usually a strict boss in the company, but he was a proper loving father at home and spoiled his son very much: "Isn't this a good thing, come and come Let's eat."

Zhen Meimei was dissatisfied: "What's the matter, did you have a son on the first day? I don't know what kind of virtue he has, and I still have questions. It's almost like playing games."

"..."

The corner of Jian Shiwu's mouth twitched.

However, he felt that he still had to defend his reputation: "Mom, is your son so ignorant in your eyes?"

Zhen Meimei was very curious: "But the teacher did say that you have been a little different recently. If the title is wrong, it's all wrong, but it can be seen that you have worked hard, and you have a good attitude, so it is true. It has something to do with that class representative?"

"..."

Can say yes or no.

Jian Shiwu hesitated for a moment, then simply said, "The class representative really helped."

Zhen Meili gave him some vegetables and said, "It's really rare that there are still good children willing to play with you. It's not easy, no, thank you."

As soon as she heard her say that, Jian Shiwu was really afraid that the next sentence would come out:

[Otherwise, let's get the two of you engaged]

Thinking of this, Jian Shi almost couldn't eat his lunch, and said quickly, "It's the class representative who is good, and you don't ask for anything in return. Mom, don't make your own decisions."

Zhen Meili gave him a blank look: "I don't understand."

Jane's father also recognized: "People are good people, so you can't really be thankful for anything. I'm young. It's about getting along with people. It's important to have contacts."

Jian Shiwu seems to understand but does not understand.

Zhen Meimei thought for a while: "Just right, I have nothing to do at home during the day and make a lot of cakes and pastries. You can pack some for others tomorrow."

Is he going to give Shen Cheng a gift?

Jian Shiwu's heart choked for a moment, and he didn't say anything else. He said before that he wouldn't bother, but now he started chasing after him to deliver things. If he was Shen Cheng, he would despise himself, okay?

Jian Shiwu refused a little: "I see pastries..."

Zhen Meimei's threatening gaze glanced over.

The sense of substitution is too strong, as if the pocket money has been deducted.

Jian Shiwu wisely changed his words: "I see."

Seeing that he agreed to Zhen Meili before giving up, she was in a good mood. After all, this is Jian Shiwu's first good student friend. She has a subtle feeling that her own pig has finally reached the cabbage. She attaches great importance to this first gift. The next morning, I packed it all flat and put it in Jian Shiwu's bag.

...

It will be the morning rush hour, and it will be a bit of a traffic jam to send the children to school.

Jian Shiwu sat in the co-pilot and rubbed his head. Since the early hours of last night, he started to have migraines again. It was much better than the previous two times, but it was still painful. What's going on, is it related to Shen Cheng?

Zhen Meili noticed something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just didn't wake up."

Jian Shiwu turned his face away and wanted to rest for a while, but when he turned around, he happened to see the figure walking on the sidewalk by the side of the road. The fog in the morning didn't seem to dissipate. The lonely shuttle city is Shen Cheng.

For some reason, he didn't see Shen Cheng for just one night. He felt that Shen Cheng seemed to have changed a bit, and he couldn't tell exactly where it was. Inexplicably, Jian Shiwu felt that he really didn't know Shen Cheng at all, and he was even more in the past. It was a complete failure. He said he liked but only cared about himself. He used gifts and love letters to express his love, but he was unwilling to spend more energy and time on caring and understanding Shen Cheng.

Blindly resenting Shen Cheng's indifference and arrogance, but not knowing that his attitude towards feelings is also selfish and willful, relying on and liking Shen Cheng, he requires the other party to accept the mediocre and ugly self, live in the world of self, be high above, Such a self, is it worthy to say that you like it?

...

The school's morning self-study had not even started before it was time to eat. When Shen Cheng came in, the whole classroom was filled with the aroma of food. He was used to it. Facing these things, he could ignore it for a long time. It doesn't matter.

After sitting down, when he was about to skillfully take out his pen and paper, he found that a small box was neatly placed on the corner of the table. If this is normal, there are many people who like Shen Cheng, and they often receive these gifts. , but Shen Cheng never took it. The ultimate destination of these things is the trash can, and today, this small box is obviously no exception.

Shen Cheng didn't even look at it.

The tablemate said with a smile: "Don't you look at it?"

"No."

"Then I ate?"

"Throw it away."

"Really?" The same table tested: "It was delivered by Jian Shiwu."

Subtle, and only at that moment, the same table swears that he saw Shen Cheng's page-turning movements pause for a moment, even if it really only resumes normal after a short moment, it is definitely a big discovery!

The tablemate smiled and pushed the box back.

Shen Cheng turned his eyes to the back, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the little fat man in the back row was also sitting in the same place to eat, what should be a white sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his mouth. A book is satisfying, as if eating the delicacies of mountains and seas.

Withdrawing his gaze, he put his gaze back on the box itself, and saw that a small round face, Chu, had been manually drawn on it. The scene was a bit hilarious.

Don't eat, just watch.

Shen Cheng said to himself.

He opened the box and saw a row of snow-white glutinous rice cakes inside, which also looked like piglets. They were very cute and could make people feel bad. Looking at it, Shen Cheng didn't even notice the warmth in his eyes.

The same table said next to him: "It looks good."

Shen Cheng didn't speak.

The same table said: "It's even more delicious, I've tasted it and it's delicious. Jian Shiwu's mother's craftsmanship is amazing. I didn't know it before, but he's really good. When we came today, we sat down Everyone has been given small cakes and biscuits, and there are still many flavors, you said..."

He babbled, not noticing Shen Cheng's increasingly dark face.

"pat"

The box is covered.