[Transmigration Book] His white moonlight became an assist

Chapter 70 Mei

Qi Chi found that Cheng Yourang was extremely clingy these days.

in various senses.

He didn't know why he suddenly changed his appearance, and finally held his head one day and asked directly: "What's wrong with you? Is there anything I can do for you?"

Cheng Yourang was puzzled by his question: "?"

"You suddenly tolerate me so much, I'm a little flustered."

When the two of them were together these few days, he was close to him almost all the time, which naturally made him push his feet, but he didn't object, and endured it as much as possible.

Cheng Yourang finally lowered his face and dropped the pretense of this short period of time: "I treat you better and you think I have plans? Are you sick?"

Qi Chi grabbed his hand on his chest: "No, I'm afraid I'm not good enough."

Cheng Yourang was already immune to this level of coaxing, and said lightly, "Forget it, don't impress yourself."

"Then how can I impress you?"

Cheng Yourang grinned the corners of his mouth and showed a smirk, very much like the bohemian son of an aristocratic family written in the book.One of his hands was still being held in the palm of his hand, but the other was on the man's chin: "Come on, cry a little?"

Under such circumstances, no one who knows a little bit about style can't say such shocking words.

Qi Chi pursed his lips, as if he was trying his best to hide his helplessness.

Cheng Yourang lost interest instantly when he saw him like this, and waved his hand: "Forget it, I'd better go, lest you think I'm sick again after staying for a long time."

He was about to leave, but Qi Chi grabbed him and fell into his arms.

His strong chest was pressed against his back, and a pair of strong hands circled him.When he lowered his head, he seemed to be able to smell a faint fragrance of birch.

Immediately afterwards, a deep voice fell to his ears.

"Don't you have to work overtime tonight? Where are you going?"

Cheng Yourang struggled a few times, but soon gave up fighting and lay down in his arms.

"Can we make a small task for your overtime work?"

"for example?"

"Twice?" After being stepped on, he changed his mouth again, "Only once?"

Cheng Yourang glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and stepped on it mercilessly: "It's almost time for me to get off work, how fast are you?"

The person next to him gave a displeased "tsk", as if he thought the time was passing too fast.

"Later, just say there's a traffic jam on the road?"

"That reason was used yesterday!"

Cheng Yourang pushed him away angrily. Recently, he came to him directly after work, and he used all kinds of methods to pester him. In order to deal with grandma, he also used all kinds of reasons. I can't go on: "You have to deal with work and work so late, what's the matter, you still want to have a double harvest in love and career? You are so beautiful!"

Qi Chi grabbed him again, leaned on his shoulder like a boneless man, and deliberately rubbed his nose against his neck, his son who was cheaper than him would still make a fuss: "Give me a chance."

Cheng Yourang pushed his head away expressionlessly: "Get lost!"

Qi Chi, who lost his love for his career, walked to the side depressedly, and squatted down to look at his son who was sleeping in the bed.

He owed it, and insisted on provoking a sleeping puppy.

Cheng Yourang patted him behind him, and he was silent for a moment, still unable to pretend he didn't feel it.

When he turned his head to look at him, he suddenly saw a shadow falling from above, and then he hugged himself with both hands.

Qi Chi was stunned for a moment, until a piece of warm lips pressed against the back of his neck, he finally realized that he was hugging him.

His throat tightened, and he tilted his head: "Don't tease me, I don't have as good concentration as you."

"Then don't hold back!"

Cheng Yourang laughed bewitchingly, but his voice was a bit vague.

After getting permission, Qi Chi finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned around in his arms, supported his waist with both hands, put him on his lap, and bit down on the lip that had just blown on the back of his neck. up.

Weird feeling.

As soon as he touched him, he felt a sour taste spreading between his teeth. He thought it was an illusion, but that taste declared its existence more strongly.

Qi Chi let go of him, holding the plum he sent over in his mouth, and saw the smirk on his face without any surprise.

The sour thing in his mouth made him frown, got up and poured a glass of water, but handed it to Cheng Yourang first.

Cheng Yourang took it unceremoniously, and returned the cup to him after taking a big gulp.

There was still some water in the cup, Qi Chi took it and put it on the table.

"If it's too sour, you'll throw up. I'm not laughing at you."

Qi Chi waved his hand, although he was so sore that he couldn't bear it, he still didn't vomit him.

"In order to prank me, you dare to eat such sour food?"

Cheng Yourang blinked innocently: "I didn't mean to play a trick on you, you insisted on kissing me and stealing my things."

Probably because long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, Qi Chi quickly chewed the plum, took a sip of the water that was put on the table just now.

Cheng Yourang kindly took the glass from him and poured him another glass of water.

"What are you jealous about?"

Qi Chi, who finally recovered from the sour smell, put his glass down and put his arm on his shoulder, leaning into his ear and asking.

Cheng Yourang snorted, "Where did you hide that painting in your study?"

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "Don't say you don't know, I saw you when I came here for the first time, so I hung it where you can see it when you look up!"

He was talking about the ink painting that Qi Chi bought on the spot when they and Qiao Shumu met in the gallery.

According to the original plot, it should be Qiao Shumu who likes to give it to Qiao Shumu, but after seeing Qi Chi's meaning, it should be that he doesn't intend to give it away.

He knew that since he didn't give it away, he must keep it for himself, but he was still very unhappy after he opened the door and entered his study and saw the painting.

He's sure no one can smile and compliment his boyfriend when he keeps his ex's stuff.

Because Manager Qi is busy, he often has to deal with work after returning home from work.Cheng Yourang often came to look for him, so naturally he often went into his study.

It's just that in the past two days, he suddenly found that the one-meter-wide painting was missing, and he didn't know where it went.

"I donated it," Qi Chi said calmly, "It doesn't match with other paintings. It just so happens that a friend runs a gallery, so I donated it to him."

Hidden is a harsh word.

It was as if he believed that he secretly put away the painting behind his back, and planned to take it out to have a look at it from time to time, and think about the people related to that painting.

God knows how anxious he is. If this kind of thing is not explained clearly, it will become a small gap between the two.

"If we have time on the weekend, let's go to the gallery together, buy a picture you like and put it on?"

"And then when you fall in love with someone else again, donate this one for a new one?"

"..."

Before the two got together, Cheng Yourang was often so angry with Qi Chi that he wanted to hit someone.After being together, it's the other way around, Qi Chi is often played by him to the point where he wishes he was dumb.

In the end, it was Cheng Yourang who let him go first, and he stretched out his hand to pinch the flesh on his face: "My wife ran away with someone, so sad? My husband has someone else in his heart, so I have to forgive him?"

Qi Chi was made a fuss by him, and didn't know what to say for a while, so he grabbed someone and gagged him.

It wasn't until Cheng Yourang was so kissed that he had no strength to talk nonsense with him, that he finally had a chance to speak: "From the moment I decided to chase you, I completely let go of him. It would be great if we could meet sooner... "

"I was just in high school when you got involved with him!"

Cheng Yourang couldn't help but slander, but in fact, he was leaning on the person he complained about, and he didn't even bother to speak.

Suddenly, Qi Chi kissed him again: "That's puppy love."

"...?"

After a while, when both of them fell silent, Cheng Yourang gently pushed him: "Let's go, I should go back."

Qi Chi looked at his side face again and again, and was finally slapped back, before carefully asking: "Have you met anyone special before?"

"Yes." Cheng Yourang turned his head and looked out of the window. He seemed to have a lot to say, but he didn't know how to say it. "He stole my notebook, so I couldn't review it properly."