Vicious cannon fodder is prohibited for beauties to play

Chapter 381 He is the Cannon Fodder Phoenix Man (21)

The table was very quiet.

This is actually not surprising. Generally speaking, whether Rong Jue is dining alone or with others, he is not the kind of person who talks while eating.

But today's silence seemed a little strange and anxious.

Because of the person sitting opposite him.

It was not the first time that Aunt Cai couldn't resist her curiosity and stole a glance at the other person.

He looked like a young man, but he was more beautiful than the most beautiful girl Aunt Cai had ever seen in her life. He had two strange tattoos on his wrists.

Nowadays, people with tattoos give people a bad first impression, and are often associated with descriptions such as "fierce", "not easy to mess with", and "not a good person".

But this young man did not give people such a feeling. Instead, he held his cheeks with his hands and watched Mr. Rong eat with a smile. He looked well-behaved and sweet.

Aunt Cai didn’t understand what contrast cuteness meant, but she just felt that a young man like this, combined with the tattoo on his wrist, gave people a very strange feeling.

and……

I remembered that I had originally come to call Mr. Rong for dinner, but accidentally saw that scene.

Until now, Aunt Cai still hasn't recovered from her shock.

Whether it was the fact that Mr. Rong actually liked someone or that the person Mr. Rong liked was actually a man, given Aunt Cai's previous understanding of Mr. Rong, it was too shocking and too advanced.

In their countryside, if two men did that, not only would they be stabbed in the back and unable to hold their heads up for the rest of their lives, they might even be beaten to death.

How could Mr. Rong, a person of such high position and power,...

But after stealing glances at Si Cen again and again, Aunt Cai had to admit that this young man was really good-looking!

The key is, it’s really sweet~

Just as he was sighing, the young man reached out and handed Mr. Rong a bowl of soup.

Rong Jue looked at the little pervert opposite him in surprise.

Si Cen's smile remained unchanged, but there was a hint of heartache between his brows. "Have you been too busy these days and didn't get enough rest? This soup smells like a blood-replenishing soup. It's at the right temperature now, you can drink it."

Rong Jue was stunned.

When he sat down just now, the little pervert spontaneously served himself a bowl of soup and placed it in front of him. Knowing that he would not eat food from living people, Rong Jue felt a little strange, but did not stop him.

I just thought he was missing his past so he just smelled the scent.

I didn't expect that he had specially served it and left it out to drink for himself.

Looking at the soup in front of him, which was emitting wisps of heat and was at the right temperature, Rong Jue's eyes were unconsciously attracted to the fingertips holding the bowl.

The boiling hot soup was placed in a porcelain bowl. Although it had cooled to a suitable temperature, the bowl was definitely still a little hot.

I always feel that this person looks like he has delicate skin and tender flesh that has never experienced any suffering in the world. His fingers will definitely not be able to withstand the slightest temperature and will turn red.

It seems that there is such a picture in my subconscious mind.

But at this moment, the fingertips were still snow-white.

This once again reminded Rong Jue of a cruel fact: the person sitting in front of him was no longer a living person.

If you think about it more deeply, even if he were alive, he would be living thirty years later.

Judging from his age, he wasn't even born at this time.

But I am already over 25, and even in 30 years I will be an old man.

What's more... he won't live to see that time.

Rong Jue's eyes couldn't help but dim.

Si Cen frowned.

"Don't you like tonic soup? Rongrong, you look so unhappy."

Rong Jue raised his eyes.

The little pervert's fox eyes were full of seriousness, "You have to drink even if you hate it. Look at your face, you look so bad, and you look so tired. If you don't care about your body, your baby will be heartbroken!"

He is so sensitive to his emotions.

Whether he was unhappy or tired, Rong Jue was confident that he didn't show any of it, but the little pervert still noticed it immediately.

This was also the first time someone said to him, "I feel bad that you don't take care of your body."

Looking at those eyes filled with concern, Rong Jue pursed his lips, and finally said nothing. He took the bowl of soup and drank it all.

The temperature was indeed just right, not scalding but not cold either, and the edge of the bowl was still a little hot as he had guessed.

He put down the empty bowl, stood up and grabbed Si Cen's wrist, "Come with me."

Si Cen was caught off guard, and quickly steadied his staggering steps as he was suddenly pulled up, "Hey hey... what are you doing, Rongrong... we just finished dinner, it's not even dark yet, it's not good to be so impatient..."

Aunt Cai stood aside with her head down, looking at her toes, not knowing what expression to put on her face.

The footsteps hurriedly disappeared on the stairs, accompanied by the sound of the young man talking.

Although he was a chatterbox, Aunt Cai had to admit that the young man actually had a very nice voice. Listening to him speak always made her feel happy and relaxed.

She raised her head and stared at the empty stairs. Finally, she sighed and turned to clean the table.

Si Cen was taken directly into Rong Jue's bedroom.

As soon as Rong Jue let go, he cried out weakly and fell on Rong Jue's big bed, posing in a particularly pitiful posture, looking up at Rong Jue with his little face, "What do you want to do? You...are you going to tell me next that no one will come to save me even if I scream my throat out?"

Completely different from his actual behavior, his tone was a little excited, clearly hinting: Tell me quickly so I can continue acting!

Rong Jue: ...

Rong Jue's mind suddenly popped up the words that the little pervert had said: The domineering master forces love on you, and your sweet little ghost won't be able to escape?

"Cough cough cough..."

He was choked by his own outrageous ability to associate ideas.

Seeing that he was coughing violently, Si Cen didn't care about the waves anymore. He quickly jumped up and came over to rub his back. He frowned and chattered, "What's wrong with you? Rongrong, are you in menopause? Your mood swings are so big, did something happen to you?"

Because of the severe coughing, Rong Jue's originally pale face turned slightly red. As he felt the little pervert's hand touching his back, his ears also felt a little hot and turned red unconsciously.

Si Cen was originally genuinely worried about him, but after noticing his changes, his head was gradually filled with other things.

Hmm... Rongrong's face looks more superior from the side, especially the rolling Adam's apple, which is so prominent.

Ah, his nose is so straight.

Wow... this cold white skin looks so tempting after some blush appears.

Rongrong is so sexy~

goo-dong-

Rong Jue froze, turned his head and bumped into the little pervert's obsessed eyes, and caught him swallowing his saliva.

"Rongrong...you smell so good, can you give me a small bite?"

The little pervert looked at him with lewd eyes, raised his hand and pinched his little finger with his thumb, "Just take a small bite~"