Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 1114 1131 [What if you are poisoned]
The next morning——
Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
There was a loud knock on the door.

Song Zhichao, who was still sleeping on the bed, was awakened by the knock on the door. He checked the time, and it was only six o'clock in the morning.

Helpless, Song Zhichao had no choice but to put on some clothes indiscriminately, pulled on his slippers, went to the door and opened it.

Han Jiaren was wearing a white shirt and the familiar pair of sky blue pencil jeans underneath, her hair was tied up in a random way, and she was staring at Song Zhichao with wide eyes: "Bad guy! What did you do to me last night?"

Song Zhichao: "I don't know why, you knocked on the door early in the morning to ask me this?"

"What do you think?" Han Jiaren rolled her eyes at him.

"My room is so messy, you don't clean up the dishes! And... and my clothes... where is the sports jacket I'm wearing on the outside?" After finishing speaking, Han Jiaren's pretty face turned fierce The ground is red.

It turned out that Han Jiaren woke up from her sleep this morning and realized that something was wrong. Last night, she fell asleep wearing a coat, but now——
I was covered with a quilt, but I was only wearing underwear underneath. As for the sports jacket outside, it was missing!

The clothes will never grow wings and fly away, the only answer is that someone took them off.

Thinking of this, Han Jiaren's mind was filled with evil images, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong he became, so he ran down from the roof to ask Song Zhichao Xingshi for the crime.

"Tell me, where are my outer clothes?" Han Jiaren frowned at Song Zhichao, and said to Song Zhichao, seeing how handsome you look, I didn't expect you to be so wicked, so evil, so despicable and shameless, uh, what else is there to say?
Facing Han Jiaren's questioning, Song Zhichao spread out his hands: "I lost your clothes!"

Han Jiaren: "..."

My mind froze for a moment, "Did you lose it?"

"Well, it's in that trash can—and my clothes, by the way."

"And your clothes? You mean..." Han Jiaren began to make up some evil picture again.

Song Zhichao stopped her directly: "You vomited so much last night, how can you not throw it away? Even if you wash it, it still smells!" His tone was full of displeasure.

"Why do I vomit so much, you..."

Han Jiaren still wanted to quibble, but Song Zhichao pointed directly at the trash can, "Take a look, don't just stand here and guess!"

Han Jiaren: "..."

So I walked over sullenly, lifted the lid of the trash can, and——
"Ouch—" Han Jiaren directly turned her head to cover her mouth and nose.

Song Zhichao: "Yes, that's the posture——you vomited like this last night, and it vomited all over my body——tell me, what should I do?"

Han Jiaren: "..."

His whole face was as hot as a hot iron.

But immediately, Han Jiaren glared again: "Then you can't take off my clothes without my permission!"

"Please, miss, all I took off was your coat—and, your coat is like that, so you're going to sleep with those things on?"

"I—" Han Jiaren was speechless, finally bit her lip, stomped her foot and said to Song Zhichao, "It's not all your fault!"

"Why are you blaming me again?" Song Zhichao looked innocent.

"Why don't you blame you? If you didn't buy so much beer for me, how could I be drunk? If I wasn't drunk, how could I vomit like that? Also, you let me drink so much beer, You don't drink it, what do you mean? Obviously you are framing me! Hmph!"

Song Zhichao finally understood what it means to "pretend to be unreasonable".

"Okay, it's all my fault! I was wrong, let's go!" Song Zhichao was about to close the door as he spoke.

"what are you doing?"

"Close the door—go back to sleep!"

"It's past six o'clock, still sleeping?"

"I'm different from you. I'm the big boss. I can sleep as long as I want!" Song Zhichao wanted to close the door again.

Han Jiaren suddenly stepped in to prevent Song Zhichao from closing the door.

"What?" Song Zhichao asked.

Han Jiaren hesitated for a moment, and said cheekily, "My room is messy, I haven't washed the dishes, and my stomach is still very uncomfortable-so, I want to make a bowl of bean sprout soup to sober up..." After speaking, she stretched out her finger Pointing to Song Zhichao's kitchen, he said in a mosquito-like low voice, "Can I borrow it?"

Song Zhichao: "..."

Reluctantly opened the door.

……

Song Zhichao felt that he had become lazy. When he was in Hong Kong, he never slept too much, and he was always energetic. Whether it was staying up late, working overtime, or doing anything, it was as if he had been beaten.

But since he came to Korea, he found that he became lazy, and he especially liked to stay in bed.

As he himself said, he is a big boss, and no one will urge him to go to work, but Song Zhichao inevitably feels a little uncomfortable in his heart, feeling that he is not self-disciplined enough.

The reason may be that the weather in South Korea is too cold, which makes people involuntarily indulge in the warmth of the bed.

After going back to bed at six o'clock, Song Zhichao heard nothing but the sound of tinkling pots and pans—no, to be precise, he also heard singing. It was Han Ga-in who was making bean sprout soup in the kitchen and singing, like a Korean nursery rhyme.

Song Zhichao: "..."

Sleep well with the singing.

……

In sleep——
Song Zhichao returned to Thailand in a daze, returned to Hong Kong, returned to Panyu, returned to Nandu...

In Nandu, he saw his parents, his younger sister, and the girl next door, Du Chunmei; in Panyu, he met the long-missed Haitang girl, the innocent and kind dumb girl Baoxia, and the loyal brother MARK; In Hong Kong, he met the charming and affectionate Fu Qingying, and the righteous Fu Jiajun; in Thailand, he met the smart and capable Yan Susu, and the scheming Yan Tong...

In the dream, he drank heavily with his friends, fought with his enemies, and fought with each other in high spirits.

Later, he didn't know where he was, and he felt like he was flying on the clouds—flying so high, and when he was screaming excitedly, he suddenly fell from the sky.

Song Zhichao woke up from the dream and opened his eyes.

Lying on the bed, I can vaguely feel the sound and rhythm of my heart beating with excitement.

Unfortunately, those are all dreams.

For some reason, at this time Song Zhichao felt extremely lost, and there was an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, which made him very uncomfortable.

He didn't dare to think too much, and hurriedly got up from the bed, put on his clothes and shoes --- he looked at the time, it was already past eight o'clock in the morning.

Song Zhichao tapped his head, blaming himself for getting up too late again.

Then I forgive myself for working overtime day and night a few days ago; after all, I am not a machine, and I have to eat and rest.

When I came to the kitchen, I didn't see Han Jiaren.

Song Zhichao took a look. There was something cooking in the thermos pot. When he opened it, he found fresh and delicious bean sprout soup.

Song Zhichao picked up a spoon and filled a small bowl, then tasted it. It tasted very good, hot and sour, very suitable for morning appetite.

At this time, Song Zhichao saw a piece of pink heart-shaped cardboard stuck on the freezer, which said: "Make a little more, it will be cheaper for you!"

Needless to say, this was left by Han Jiaren.

At that moment, for some reason, Song Zhichao looked at the pink card and drank the refreshing bean sprout soup, feeling warm in his heart—well, very comfortable.

(End of this chapter)