Self-inflicted self-inflicted rebirth

The snowflakes are raging, the wind is cold, and the heavy snow has been falling for three consecutive days. The sky is freezing and the dripping water is ice.

Inside the small villa, it is as warm as spring.

Swiping the tablet with his fingers, browsing the stock market casually, Su Chen looked up at the black gold-plated post on the living room table, and a light orange imitation Lamborghini car model in the glass cover beside the gold-plated post.

"This car model is placed in your room, A Li, on your small table. I always feel empty there."

Su Li moved away the red pen on the test paper, glanced casually with his probe, then looked away casually and said, "Yes."

"Brother Yaoze's birthday, you need to prepare a gift. He personally sent the post with the one who played at the billiards court today, and his face is not very good."

What Su Li was talking about was Zhou Xianzhi, the prodigal son of a wealthy family, and a representative of Zhao Yaoze's friends.

Su Chen seemed to be looking at the tablet intently, and thought to himself: "How can it be good? I haven't heard of anyone celebrating a birthday, and if they can't receive a gift, they still make a present."

"Before he saw that you were unhappy, he only relieved you. He didn't think you were unhappy with me."

Su Chen swiped, and the page jumped from the stock market to the latest entertainment news.

Su Li closed the notebook on her lap, put it on the table, and looked at Su Chen: "I'm not unhappy with you, I'm just annoyed at your thin clothes."

Su Chen smacked his lips, facing Su Li's accusation, he was not unhappy at all.

"Well, I see, you are still serious about it. This year, we will spend the New Year together. Parents and grandpa and uncle will just say hello. We will celebrate the New Year together suddenly, so that you don't get used to it, and we will take you home next year."

Su Li picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea, raised the cup and glanced at Su Chen, hesitant to speak: "Brother, you don't have to care about me so much..."

Su Chen focused on looking at the uncomfortable young man, raised his eyebrows and asked, "I don't care who do you care about?"

Su Li stared, pursed his mouth, his nose was sore, and his heart was beating violently.

"Tomorrow, what do you give brother Yaoze?"

Su Chen stretched out his foot to touch Su Li, and handed over the tablet.

Then he grabbed Su Li's shoulders and said, "Why do you care about this? You can't be asked to find gifts. Don't worry about it. I bought the small horse farm he gave you at the market price. Let Uncle Zhong say hello in advance. He's ready."

Su Chen skillfully took the tea in front of Su Li and sipped it.

Su Li looked at his own cup, and saw that the place where he drank overlapped with his moist lips, he also sipped it unintentionally, and fixed his eyes on the bright red thin lips.

"Look at the tablet, what am I doing?"

"Jin Lulu?"

"It looks like the girl in your class before. She kept looking at you during the opening ceremony."

When the opening ceremony was mentioned, Su Li suddenly looked at Su Chen, and then handed the tablet back to Su Chen, as if he was not interested in the news on it.

"It's pretty." Su Chen smiled.

Su Li, who lowered his head and picked up the cup again, slowed down a lot in his hand, with a little carelessness: "Brother, do you like this kind of one?"

"Me? Shouldn't I ask you this? Do you like it? Little boys should like it."

Su Li was determined: "I don't like it."

"Don't you want to hear her news? It's amazing, where's the female number two?"

Su Li remained indifferent, refusing to answer Su Chen's words.

"How much is the racecourse?"

"Ha ha."

Su Chen smiled: "I thought you would ask me which script, which company, and who is following me."

"It debuted before, and recently the drama Xiang Mixia is very popular. For the specific situation, you can ask Gong Shanzaki. This script has been signed by Gong Shanzaki."

Su Li still looked indifferent and uninterested, it looked like this was indeed the case, and it wasn't fake.

"Brother, you rarely remember the names of celebrities."

Su Chen was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Su Li's point to fall here: "In the previous auction, she was the one who brought the female companion. Xiang Mixia, from my own company, was randomly arranged by the subordinates every time."

"Why do you keep asking me this, like Xiang Mixia? Tell Gong Shanzaki, didn't you add her on WeChat? I asked you to guest star in a script before, but I pushed it."

Su Li got up and left without responding.

The frost-covered courtyard wall is slightly covered in silver, and when viewed from a distance, it shines like a crystal diamond.

An extremely aggressive Ferrari had been parked in front of the small villa since early in the morning.

"Brother Zhou, our two brothers, why are you both suave and suave characters, how did you become so degenerate, early in the morning, no one wakes up, waiting for them to wake up in the dark, how about being the driving brother?"

The heating in the car was fully turned on, and a thin layer of mist soon formed on the glass, and the water stream meandered down.

The car seat was tilted backwards, with his feet raised on the steering wheel, Zhou Xianzhi's entire head was buried in the thick down jacket.

"Shut up, you, others can't ask for it, how many people do you think are vying to be the little brother? Are you missing one? Didn't they come to drive?"

Zhou Xianzhi's tone was not very kind. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and checked the entertainment news casually. It was only six o'clock in the morning.

"Brother Zhou, who lives in this small house? Who shall we pick up?"

Zhou Xianzhi closed the phone and put it in his pocket, looked at the man in the co-pilot with dyed purple hair, and said impatiently, "Fuck your mother, don't smoke in my car, you, a bum, can't know who to pick up!"

"Keep your eyes on the bright side, don't fucking offend me, you can't afford to offend me, I want to enter the real estate industry, and I rely on this upstart in G City, this is the master, what the hell, Zhao Yaoze has to call brother, yesterday For my own birthday, I am so busy giving gifts to others."

"Fuck! The background is so deep!"

Zimao moved his body, sat up straighter, pressed down the car window and threw down the cigarette between his fingers, muttering something unclean.

"Brother Zhou, don't be angry, don't smoke anymore, eh? I heard from Song Xian'an that you got a schoolgirl? How is it? Isn't it different from those little sisters? When will it be over, take my brother to play."

When this topic was brought up, Zhou Xianzhi turned his body sideways, his irritable mood seemed to be swept away, he pressed his tongue against the back molars, and smiled suddenly, as if thinking about something.

"Hmph, little girl, don't talk about it, she's very coquettish, next time I call you, I don't know if I can agree, it's very comfortable and tender."

"So hot? How did you hook up?" Zimao put his hands together, looked out the window at Frost, took out the cigarette case, looked at Zhou Xianzhi furtively, twirled a cigarette with his fingers, stuffed it in his mouth, and didn't light it.

"Hook up? That's not it. I brought it up by myself. I'll bring it to Zhao Yaoze's birthday party today. Look, little girls like movies like this."

"Brother Zhou is amazing..."

"Fuck, shit, it's snowing again..."

A few whispers in the goose feather snow mixed with a few nasty words, a few teasing...