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"Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggling [Rebirth]" 2. Chapter 2
Li Rong counted the few personal belongings, went through the discharge formalities, and took a taxi home with his handbag. Tanmeibang
This house will be auctioned off by the judicial system in a month, but because he is the only one left, the ** side opened one eye and closed the other and won't drive him away this month.
In the previous life, he hid at home in a trance for a month, torturing himself into a state of discomfort, and in the end he couldn't change anything.
It's boring to do it again.
Li Rong fumbled for the key, opened the door and walked in. There was a damp smell in the room that had not been ventilated for a long time.
I don't know if he has lived in Cen Wei's Golden House for a long time, but he actually feels that his small family is a little warm.
The valuable antique calligraphy and paintings were all removed, and only the daily necessities remained. The traces of the piano being dragged were clearly visible on the tan floor. The place where the piano was once placed was covered with a thin layer of white ash.
The whole villa is quiet, as if the sound of steak cooking next door can come in through the brick walls.
With a calm expression, Li Rong found the power strip to charge the phone, took off his clothes, and took the towel into the bathroom.
The hot water rushed down, and the fragrance and stickiness accumulated on his body for a week slipped down the drain. He carefully washed every corner of his body, and finally panted tiredly on the toilet seat.
I have to say that his physical fitness at the age of seventeen is far worse than that at the age of twenty-three.
If Cen Wei were not able to toss him too much, he wouldn't have tried to fight back by practicing fighting skills for two years.
As he washed and washed, Li Rong's movements gradually stopped, and his eyes gradually condensed on his slightly green face as he faced the vague waiting-length mirror in the bathroom stained with water vapor.
He has the mind and knowledge reserves of 23 years old, can't he deal with the 18-year-old Cen Wei?
"Guide well now, you won't be so crazy in four years, right." Li Rong muttered, moving his fingers back along his abdomen and kneading on the waist.
After taking a shower, with his dripping hair, he went to the bedroom to find a fat T-shirt to put on him, then sat cross-legged on the corner of the bed and turned on his phone.
The size of mobile phones six years ago was still small, and the design styles of various software were also very retro.
He watched it for a while before slowly adapting.
Over the past week, he has received a lot of private messages, or concerns, or eating melons, or heard rumors from where he thought he had come to express condolences.
The school group and the class group have banned news about him. The years are quiet in the group. The teacher assigns homework as usual, and even the number of people who check in has increased.
Song Yuanyuan: Li Rong, is your family really broke? Are your parents fucked?
Song Yuanyuan: I want to see you, but my mother won't let it.
