After I became the protagonist Bai Yueguang, I was in the Shura field [Transmigration Book]

Qiao Ying was slightly taken aback, "What did you say?"

Chang Jiao looked at him without blinking, and repeated what he said just now, "I want to sleep with my brother."

His voice was not too low, although it was deliberately lowered, as if he was embarrassed, but Qiao Ying could still hear him clearly.

Qiao Ying was a little dazed, and it was rare that he didn't understand what he meant, "What does this mean?"

Chang Jiao was very patient, took apart every word of this sentence, and explained it to him.

"It means, I want to lie on the same bed and sleep with my brother." He paused, thinking of something, his eyes filled with nostalgia, he glanced at Qiao Ying, lowered his head, there was a hint of strangeness in his movements Embarrassed, "Just like in the orphanage before, I used to sleep with my brother, can't I now?"

Qiao Ying: "..."

He rubbed his forehead, his temples began to pulsate for a long time, and he called out, "Chang Jiao."

The person whose name was called stepped forward, moved a little closer to him, and asked, "Brother, what's the matter?"

Qiao Ying rubbed her temples, "You also said it was in the past, when you were only 14 years old, now you..."

He didn't say the following words, but Chang Jiao could understand, his pupils flickered, and he pretended not to understand, "What's wrong with me now?"

Qiao Ying looked at it expressionlessly, and directly pierced his disguise, "You can understand."

Chang Jiao glanced at him, then lowered his eyelids, not looking at him, his eyes fell to the ground, his long and thick eyelashes covered his pupils, and also covered the hidden meaning inside, he stood without saying a word.

His whole body exudes a sense of loss and depression, and he unknowingly exudes grievances.

After maintaining this posture for a long while, Chang Jiao finally spoke, his voice was suppressed, "Brother, do you despise me now?"

Qiao Ying didn't know what to say, he looked at Chang Jiao, who still looked so wronged, quietly lost.

Qiao Ying opened her mouth and said, "Chang Jiao, don't make trouble."

"Brother, I'm not making trouble, I just want to sleep with you."

He looked like he didn't like oil and salt, and made it very obvious that he wanted to sleep with Qiao Ying.

The two were deadlocked in this position for a long time, Qiao Ying suddenly glanced at the mobile phone aside, remembering that he was still on the phone with Chu Yu, and his head hurt even more.

At the end of the stalemate, Qiao Ying was defeated, and said with a complicated mood: "...Go take a bath."

Chang Jiao raised his head abruptly, the disappointment and depression receded, and he returned to his previous appearance, with a pair of beautiful jewel-like eyes bent, and obediently said: "I listen to my brother."

Qiao Ying: "..."

He's listening to him now, he told Chang Jiao not to make trouble, why didn't Chang Jiao listen.

After receiving the order, Chang Jiao went back to the room and brought a pillow and a change of underwear.

Before entering the bathroom, Chang Jiao supported the door frame and turned his head, his eyes seemed to have light, but they still seemed to be dark.

"Brother is the best."

After he finished speaking, he turned and closed the bathroom door.

Qiao Ying stood there for two seconds, walked to the sofa and sat down, took the phone over and put it to her ear.

"I am back."

Chu Yu on the other end didn't reply immediately, Qiao Ying was a little puzzled, stepped back and looked, and the subtitle displayed on the screen was "Calling in progress".

Qiao Ying approached Mike and called again, "Chu Yu?"

As soon as he said this, the avatar only reacted.

Chu Yu's voice came out of the stereo, a little dry, as if it had been squeezed out of his throat, with suppressed anger.

"Mr. Qiao, who was talking just now?"

Qiao Ying fell silent.

When he was talking to Chang Jiao just now, neither of them deliberately lowered their voices. Chang Jiao stood very close to the phone, so the voice was naturally picked up, enough for the person on the other end of the phone to hear clearly.

Qiao Ying pinched the center of her eyebrows and explained, "A friend I haven't seen for a long time."

Chu Yu subconsciously wanted to ask him, friend?what kind of friends?

...What kind of friend would say "brother, I want to sleep with you" when he opened his mouth, such ambiguous words.

Chu Yu only vaguely heard the first sentence, he didn't hear what Qiao Ying said, and Chang Jiao lowered his voice, so he didn't hear what Qiao Ying said.

Because of this, Chu Yu can barely sit on the chair now, instead of booking a ticket to fly there immediately.

He took a deep breath, unconsciously tinged with grievance in his voice, and deliberately let Qiao Ying hear it.

"Mr. Qiao, you said you wouldn't lie to me."

Qiao Ying said: "I didn't lie to you, I haven't seen you for a long time, I'm just a friend."

Chu Yu followed his voice and asked: "How long have you not seen each other?"

Qiao Ying glanced at the bathroom door, and there was a constant sound of splashing water coming through the glass door, which was a bit dull.

"It's been a few years."

Qiao Ying looked away, her tone was a little casual, and the answers she gave were also casual, as if they were just casual answers.

several years.

This number is very vague, it can be two or three years, it can be the first year, or even ten years.

Chu Yu stopped talking.

He fell silent, and Qiao Ying didn't know what to say.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Chang Jiao had finished taking a shower and was about to come out soon.

Qiao Ying raised her head slightly and said, "I'm going to sleep right away."

Chu Yu let out a low "Oh", the whole person's state is not right.

As soon as he hung up the phone, he told his assistant to book a flight ticket on the same class as Wu Wenmei, and then Wu Wenmei went to visit the class this time, and he went with Fishing in Troubled Waters.

Qiao Ying hung up the phone, just when the bathroom door rang, Chang Jiao opened the bathroom door and walked out.

"Who is brother calling?"

Qiao Ying threw the phone back on the table, looked at him, and said casually, "A...fool."

Chang Jiao paused, gloomyness flashed across his eyes, and it was fleeting. The hand holding the bathroom doorknob was so hard that his knuckles turned blue and white. When he got closer, he could even hear the doorknob creaking under the weight. .

The next moment, he returned to his original appearance. He didn't ask any more questions, as if he wasn't interested at all, and obediently said, "Brother, I'm done washing and I can go to sleep."

Qiao Ying said "hmm", left the phone in the small living room to charge, got up and went into the room.

Chang Jiao followed behind him, step by step.

Qiao Ying was lying on the bed, and he followed him around to the other side, lifted a corner of the quilt, and lay down in it.

Qiao Ying seldom shared the same bed with others, and when she first lay on the same bed with someone, all the factors called uneasiness came out, spread in the air, and gradually filled the whole room.

Qiao Ying could only think in her heart that fortunately this bed was big enough for the two of them to lie on one side, and there was still a lot of space in the middle, which was enough to accommodate the gap between the next long pillow.

"Brother, I haven't been lying with you for a long time."

In the darkness, Chang Jiao's voice sounded, it was slightly deep, and it contained many things, including joy, nostalgia, and many things that people could not distinguish.

He paused and whispered, "Brother, good night."

There was only the sound of light and steady breathing in the room. It was late at night, and there was only the sound of vehicles passing by outside the hotel. Somebody was drunk somewhere and went crazy with alcohol, and the noisy sound came in.

Qiao Ying was lying on the bed with her hands obediently placed by her sides, her sleeping posture was very standard.

He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling in the darkness.

008 noticed that he was not asleep, and whispered: [Host, why did you promise Chang Jiao? 】

Qiao Ying blinked, but there was still darkness in her field of vision, and a vague outline was gradually outlined.

[008, the two people I don't want to meet, one of them is Chu Yu. 】

He didn't say who the other person was, but 008 knew who it was. One of them was Chu Yu, and the other was probably...Chang Jiao.

008 said: 【May I ask you why? 】

Qiao Ying didn't answer its question, but just closed her eyes, [008, bring up the task panel. 】

The mission panel was connected to his retina, and he could glimpse it even with his eyes closed.

After the eyelids were closed, there was only darkness in front of him. In this darkness, a faint light suddenly lit up, which was the faint light of the panel's display screen.

The data of several task objects are displayed on it, including task progress.

[Task object "Protagonist Chu Yu", total task progress 20/100]

[Task object "Protagonist Qin Yizhi", the total progress of the task is 10/100]

[Task object "Protagonist Lin Huaiyun", total task progress 19/100]

[Task object "Protagonist Chang Jiao", total task progress 0/100]

There are four mission objects in total, that is to say, there are four missions. Now the progress of the first three has been unlocked, and without Qiao Ying even knowing what the missions are, he moved forward by a section.

In other words, except for Chang Jiao, other tasks have progressed.

There will be a reminder when the progress of the task is increased, but Qiao Ying thinks that the sound is too loud, and it is easy to be scared when suddenly thinking about it, so he asked 008 to cancel the setting, except that there will be a reminder when the task is halfway through and the task is completed.

Qiao Ying watched it for a while.Still feel puzzled.

He really doesn't know what the mission is, let alone what the progress of these missions is.

Qiao Ying let out a long breath and asked 008 to take back the mission panel.

[Answers to all questions, if possible in the future, I will tell you, 008. 】

He said so in his heart, and then he didn't speak anymore, his breathing gradually became steady, and he fell asleep peacefully.

The next morning, Qiao Ying opened her eyes and subconsciously glanced to her side. Chang Jiao had already woken up and was not on the bed.

The bedroom door was closed, and Qiao Ying guessed that Chang Jiao closed it when he went out.

He turned his head back, opened his eyes, and Xi Chenguang came in through the glass window on one side, which was covered by the thin gauze curtain, it was not dazzling, but warm.

Qiao Ying lay down for a while before getting up from the bed. He opened the bedroom door, and there were rustling sounds from outside, reaching his ears.

Qiao Ying was slightly stunned, and looked towards the source of the sound.

Although it is a hotel, the suites arranged on this floor are actually equivalent to small apartments, with kitchen, dining room, bedroom, small living room and so on.

And now, there are voices coming from the kitchen.

The sliding glass door of the kitchen is half open, and through the frosted glass, one can see busy figures inside.

Qiao Ying walked over, stood by the door and called, "Chang Jiao."

Chang Jiao turned her head in response, rolled her eyes, and showed a gentle smile.

"Brother is up? I'll make breakfast right away, brother go wash up, and sit over there in the dining room after washing up."

Chang Jiao was wearing dark gray home clothes, and both sleeves were rolled up at the moment, revealing his forearm muscles were clearly defined, accumulating a lot of strength.

But the owner of the arm was just making breakfast.

A scent wafted from the kitchen, arousing the glutton in Qiao Ying's stomach.

He was not in a hurry to wash up, and Chang Changjiao glanced behind him, "Where did you get the materials?"

Chang Jiao explained: "The kitchen in the hotel has materials, I called the customer service and asked them to deliver them."

Qiao Ying nodded and turned to wash up.

When he came back after washing, Chang Jiao just came out of the kitchen with a bowl and chopsticks. He arranged the things in his hands on the table, then reached out to take off the apron, and put his hands aside.

Qiao Ying sat down at the table.

Chang Jiao's breakfast is not particularly complicated, just a simple bowl of Yangchun noodles, served in a large bowl of glazed blue and white porcelain.

Qiao Ying lowered her head and looked into the bowl. The noodles had been cooked for a long time, showing a translucent appearance, soaked in the crystal clear soup, mixed with a little bit of oil, and evenly sprinkled with chopped green onions On the top, you can faintly see the fine minced meat floating in the broth.

Chang Jiao also fried poached eggs. Qiao Ying didn't like to eat runny eggs. The egg yolks were cooked very well, and there was a slightly burnt edge around the egg whites, which made people move their index fingers.

Qiao Ying picked up the chopsticks, took a piece of noodles and put them into her mouth.

The taste was beyond his expectation, the noodles were soft and slippery, stained with umami soup, just right.

Surprise flashed across Qiao Ying's eyes, and her movements also paused.

Chang Jiao was not in a hurry to eat, and looked at him without blinking, "What's the matter, brother, isn't it delicious?"

Qiao Ying shook her head, "It's delicious."

Chang Jiao asked, "Then why did brother stop?"

Qiao Ying looked at him, raised her brows lightly, "I just remembered something suddenly."

Chang Jiao looked a little puzzled, obviously wanting to ask what was the matter.

Qiao Ying narrowed her eyes lightly, and said, "One time, you ran over to me in high spirits, and said you wanted to make me something to eat, but in the end..."

Chang Jiao froze imperceptibly.

"...You set the kitchen on fire and were almost caught by the dean."

The author has something to say: Why did Lun Changjiao burn the kitchen down.

Xiao Qiaoying was sick and couldn't eat or sleep well. Chang Jiao was so stimulated that she was worried and angrily stepped into the kitchen. After 10 minutes, there was a loud noise from the kitchen.

Xiao Qiaoying had a bad premonition, got up from the bed, and dragged the little trash Chang Jiao out of the burning kitchen.

Chang Jiao: You're talking nonsense, I didn't, it's not me.

Qiao Ying: ...

Qiao Ying: I'm good at cooking.