Transmigrated as the male lead's roommate's vicious girlfriend

Xiao Meng's Car Dealership.

Zhou Zhishui carried the two takeout bowls of beef noodles and first downed most of a bottle of iced cola.

A computer that hadn't been turned on was in front of Meng Yizhen, indicating that she had just arrived at the car dealership.

The two looked at He Kezhou, who was already working in the store.

Zhou Zhishui took a bite of the beef noodles, burned his lips, and spat the noodles back into the bowl.

He whispered to Meng Yizhen, "Brother Zhou is acting strange today."

At this time of day, he should have just dropped his girlfriend off at the car dealership.

Today it's clear that we've been here for quite some time now.

Meng Yizhen stretched out her legs, preventing Zhou Zhishui from getting close to her.

Zhou Zhishui was blessed with good fortune.

He was rejected by Zhen Ge!

He pointed to the steaming hot beef noodles in front of him, "This is how normal people eat noodles!"

Meng Yizhen slowly ate a bite of noodles and glanced at him.

Zhou Zhishui, holding her bowl of noodles, said quite consciously, "I'll come over after I finish eating."

Zhen didn't like him, so he went to find Zhou.

He chuckled and laughed, his smile brighter than the sun: "I'm going to warm up Brother Zhou."

Meng Yizhen tossed him a bottle of iced Oriental Leaf tea and told him to give it to He Kezhou.

Zhou Zhishui, holding a bowl of beef noodles, placed the water in his hand at He Kezhou's feet.

He Kezhou didn't even glance at him.

Zhou Zhishui squatted on the ground eating noodles while glancing at He Kezhou.

He noticed that He Kezhou hadn't even shaved today. He was wearing a black quick-drying short-sleeved shirt and black trousers, and he was working silently, just fiddling with parts. He looked unkempt and his eyebrows and eyes were also covered with a layer of weariness. The rough stubble made his features look sharper, and his low aura couldn't suppress his neat and handsome appearance.

Having known each other for so long, Zhou Zhishui had rarely seen He Kezhou in such a mood.

Something's not right, something's very wrong.

Zhou Zhishui vaguely guessed what was going on. "Brother Zhou, did you have a fight with your girlfriend?"

He Kezhou's fingers, which were closing the car door, were pinched hard.

Zhou Zhishui looked at it and felt a jolt of pain.

He Kezhou seemed oblivious to the pain, glancing expressionlessly at the red mark on the back of his hand.

The band-aid on my palm was faintly bleeding.

Zhou Zhishui stopped eating his noodles and exclaimed, "Brother Zhou, you hurt your hand? How did you get it?"

He wanted to take He Kezhou to have his wound cleaned.

He Kezhou did not let him get close.

Zhou Zhishui consciously made way for him.

The wound didn't look too serious, and there was no need for men to be coy with each other.

Zhou Zhishui stared intently at He Kezhou while eating noodles.

After finishing his bowl of noodles, he looked at the bulging veins on He Kezhou's arm from working hard and said, "Brother Zhou, there's no rush today, just three trucks and some finishing touches. Take a break."

He Kezhou found the tools he needed from the toolbox and looked at Zhou Zhishui.

Zhou Zhishui knew he was in the way and in the way without him even having to say a word.

He squatted down to the side, not in the way or in the way.

Seeing that He Kezhou had finally stopped to drink water, Zhou Zhishui moved over to him.

He Kezhou picked up the jasmine tea covered in ice beads at his feet, unscrewed the cap, and lifted his eyelids, not knowing whether he was talking to himself or Zhou Zhishui, "My girlfriend loves me very much and can't bear to argue with me."

Zhou Zhishui: ?!

At this point, what can't Zhou Zhishui understand?

The young couple definitely had a fight.

Moreover, the noise was quite intense.

He Kezhou's self-destructive tendencies made Zhou Zhishui's teeth ache.

He confided in He Kezhou, saying, "Brother Zhou, I've had quite a few relationships, so I have experience. If you have something on your mind, you can talk to me about it, and I'll see if I can give you some advice."

He Kezhou's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed water.

Zhou Zhishui stared into He Kezhou's dark eyes, almost raising his hand to swear: "I talked a lot, but I was serious about every single point."

"If you don't believe me, ask Brother Zhen."

He is really experienced.

Catching the slight shift in He Kezhou's eyes, he analyzed his observations of Ning Xi's interactions over the past few days with great clarity: "From what I've observed, Ning Xi definitely likes you, cares about you, and is concerned about you."

"What caused your conflict?"

Zhou Zhishui quickly changed the subject, "No, no, no, you two didn't have any conflicts. You have a very good relationship."

He Kezhou wiped the water droplets off the bottle with his fingertips, his eyelids lowered: "She loves me very much, but she wants to break up with me."

Zhou Zhishui choked on his own saliva, coughing violently. He looked up in disbelief, "Why?"

He Kezhou remained silent, his dark eyes deep and intense.

Zhou Zhishui: "You two were so close, so in love, how could she possibly want to break up with you?"

He Kezhou didn't know why Ning Xi wanted to break up with him.

The thought of breaking up with him grew stronger with each passing moment.

Zhou Zhishui realized that he had just made a promise to help He Kezhou with his advice.

He quickly added, "For couples deeply in love, breaking up is just a bit of fun; she might not really want to break up with you."

"Perhaps you didn't do something right, and something made her uncomfortable. You can comfort her."

Zhou Zhishui's constant mention of Ning Xi must mean he loves He Kezhou.

He Kezhou's tense nerves did not relax because of Zhou Zhishui's words.

Zhou Zhishui touched his chin, startled by He Kezhou's appearance.

Is Ning Xi serious?

Do I really want to break up with He Kezhou?

Zhou Zhishui voiced her true feelings: "If Ning Xi really wanted to break up with you, would you?"

The atmosphere around He Kezhou grew even colder and more oppressive.

He cannot break up with Ning Xi.

Ning Xi loves him. She won't break up with him.

Zhou Zhishui saw the answer in He Kezhou's unsettlingly deep eyes.

He cleared his throat. "You've been working since early this morning, but even while you're working, isn't Ning Xi on your mind every single second?"

He Kezhou nodded.

Zhou Zhishui: "Although I don't know what happened between you and Ning Xi this morning, all your actions show that you care about her. You are emotionally affected by her and can't even concentrate on your work."

"If you miss her, then you need to let her know that you care about her and that you always keep her in your heart."

Doing and saying are equally important.

Zhou Zhishui felt he had gotten his comeuppance. "You can send her a message. Just send her a message like, 'My dear wife, what are you doing? Your husband misses you.'"

"It's not shameful for a man to act cute with his wife..."

Zhou Zhishui didn't finish his sentence.

If He Kezhou could act cute and give in, he would twist his head off and use it as a chair.

Feelings are a subjective matter, depending on the person and the situation.

Zhou Zhishui scratched his head. "Brother Zhou, you can prepare more surprises for her to make her happy. Are you short of money? I have plenty, you can have as much as you want."

After saying that, he was about to scan the QR code to transfer money to He Kezhou.

He Kezhou took out his phone and opened Ning Xi's chat window.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhou Zhishui looking at him. "Rich."

After saying that, he sent a message to Ning Xi.

Meng Yizhen, who was outside the car dealership, had come out to throw away the trash a few minutes earlier and overheard the gist of what Zhou Zhishui and He Kezhou were saying.

A memory suddenly flashed through his mind.

The image of the woman in my memory hasn't faded at all, even four months after the breakup.

Lan Zheng's delicate and charming eyes, shrouded in a cold mist, had gently drooping corners. Her gaze was as soft as if shrouded in a layer of smoke, and her pupils were light and translucent. When she looked over, she was always covered with a layer of aloof frost that could not be melted away, making her both aloof and alluring.

She held him passionately in bed, oblivious to the carefully prepared surprises throughout the room. Instead, she was amused by his cold, reciting-line-like expression: "So, all this you prepared today was based on Zhou Zhishui's advice?"

"He's love-struck, but you're not."

Zhou Zhishui's voice calling him brought Meng Yizhen back to her senses.

My skin, tanned by the sun, is sore.

Lan Zheng's betrayal and withdrawal were like a slow, agonizing torture to his very bones. He used to be confident in his ability to navigate the world of romance and had planned to only have a fleeting taste, but in the end, he was the one who fell into her trap.

The surging hatred raged day and night, making it impossible to even have a moment to clear my mind.

Meng Yizhen suppressed her turbulent emotions, and her eyes regained their clarity and cold weariness.