[BL]Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle(Rebirth) [MTL]

Chapter 91

The Apple incident that Cen Wei mentioned was one of the few moments in Li Rong's mind when he made trouble unreasonably.

At that time, the GT201 project had just been established, and Li Rong was under a lot of pressure.

But he was used to digesting it by himself and didn't want to talk to others.

As the pressure accumulated, he became anxious, could not sleep well every day, and woke up frequently at night.

In order to relieve anxiety, he had to sit on the sofa in the living room and peel the apple when he woke up in the middle of the night.

Doing something delicate but not too difficult can make him relax a little bit. He couldn't peel it well at first. The apple peeled so thickly that it broke after a few seconds.

But because I woke up too many times and practiced too frequently, it didn't take long before I mastered the method to keep the apple peeling.

He didn't eat the peeled apples, so he found a plate and put them on the dining table. When Cen Wei woke up the next morning and saw it, he would take care of it.

I don't know if Cen Wei thought he cut him on purpose, but Li Rong didn't care at that time.

One day, as usual, he was out of breath and sat cross-legged in the living room to cut apples, but maybe the technique became more and more proficient, and he involuntarily started to slip away, all the things in his mind were about the project.

Cen Wei was thirsty in the middle of the night, woke up and realized that he was not there, so he went downstairs to find him.

Li Rong fell deeply into his own thoughts, but he didn't find Cen Wei.

Cen Wei didn't bother him, he had always been powerless against Li Rong's unusual behavior.

He walked lightly to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, but he didn't expect that his hands were too dry and slippery, and he didn't hold it right away.

Li Rong's soul was wandering out of the sky, and was frightened by the sound, the blade slanted, cut off the apple peel, and cut his fingers.

Li Rong felt a small burst of sharp pain, and then blood flowed down his thumb.

His already restless heart became more irritable.

He suddenly stood up, threw the fruit knife and apple heavily on the coffee table, and shouted at Cen Wei in the kitchen, "You can't be quiet!"

The apple smashed on the smooth coffee table, rolled a few times, and fell to the ground again, lying in a state of confusion, and the juice splashed all over the floor.

The huge villa was suddenly quiet, except for the "rustle" of the second hand crawling forward.

Cen Wei was also taken aback. He didn't realize at that time that Li Rong's psychological trauma was already serious.

Li Rong put his palm on his forehead, took a deep breath, and his teeth chattered: "Why can't you keep me quiet for a while? Why do you always appear in front of my eyes? Why don't you leave me any space?"

In fact, cutting a hole or not slicing an apple is a very small matter. He knew that he was taking advantage of the problem, but he couldn't control it.

He couldn't control the desire to vent, the pain, the tears.

While Li Rong shivered, he felt a damp coolness on his face.

He felt that it was too embarrassing to cry in front of Cen Wei, so he took out a tissue, rudely wiped the blood from his hands, then threw the waste paper, waved his hands, and strode upstairs.