Lost [Transmigration Book]

They have been living together for more than a year, and they have been lying in the same bed for countless times, and Zhao Rong will not be hypocritical.

Qiao Nanqi had needs, and so did he.

Even if they seem to be inseparable, they are still the most familiar with each other's bodies.

Zhao Rong raised her hand and lightly touched Qiao Nanqi's light mole at the end of her left eye with her fingertips.

When the warm touch came, Qiao Nanqi seemed to be taken aback for a moment. The next moment, the man's arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him into his arms one after the other.

He didn't refuse, and followed Qiao Nanqi's strength to move forward.

The sky was getting darker and the sun and night collided in the middle, one came from the east and the other went west.

The floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor overlook the dusk, and let in some groggy light in the gloom.

Zhao Rong half-closed her eyes, still panting heavily, her cheeks were slightly red, and her mind was blank.

He thought to himself——Mr. Qiao is quite a dog, but in this respect, he can still admit it.

Next to the desk was a soft sofa, but they didn't use it at all, they kept leaning against the desk all the time.Zhao Rong's shirt was placed on his back, offsetting the coldness a bit.

At the end of the gap, neither of them moved or spoke.

He looked down at Qiao Nanqi's hand.

Qiao Nanqi's hand was still on his shoulder, and there was nothing above his ring finger.

He tilted his head to divert his attention, and saw a decorative Rubik's cube pushed aside.

He is generally a little interested in this kind of small toy, and when he saw it, he reached out and picked it up.

Twist for a long time, to no avail.

In front of him, the man beside him let go of his shoulders, stretched out his hand, and held the Rubik's Cube in his hand, which was much wider than him.

This person's hand has distinct joints, and each finger is like a fan bone that can be bent, slender and strong.When these two hands are signing and holding the pen, they can write handsome but sharp strokes casually, but if they are placed on the keys of the piano, they are elegant and calm.

Zhao Rong likes these hands very much, especially when the fingers move.

...on him to say otherwise.

His attention was completely attracted by Qiao Nanqi's nimbly dancing fingers. He didn't turn his eyes a few times, but suddenly realized that the Rubik's cube in front of him had been twisted.

This person is the hero who spent the entire length of the book writing, and has many things that ordinary people can't match.

Even such little gadgets are at your fingertips.

Qiao Nanqi should have never played this before.

When Zhao Rong was playing with this Rubik's Cube, the Rubik's Cube turned a little sluggishly, and the surface was also very brand new, as if it was often moved by people.

He didn't know why Qiao Nanqi, who never had fun at work, would put such a thing in his office.

He blinked, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his clear voice was a little hoarse because of overuse just now: "...how do you put on this—"

There was a knock on the door outside.

Qiao Nanqi's assistant, Xiao Wu, called out tentatively outside, "Mr. Qiao?"

Qiao Nanqi didn't like his name.

People in the company call Mr. Qiao Nanqi Mr. Qiao, but Qiao Nanqi is not the only one with this company and industry. His personal assistant and secretary all call him Mr. Qiao Nanqi.

Zhao Rong also knew this. He never called Qiao Nanqi's full name easily. He would call "Mr. Qiao" and "Mr. Qiao" along with other people. If it was private, he basically didn't call Qiao Nanqi He would only occasionally call him "Young Master Qiao" in a tone of voice.There is less shouting now.

Zhao Rong glanced at the door, "Mr. Qiao, you are very busy."

His hands were still hanging on Qiao Nanqi's shoulders, and his palms conveyed the warmth of the man's body.

Qiao Nanqi has restrained all expressions on his face, his eyes are serious.The man pushed him away directly and said, "Don't delay, I have something to do."

Qiao Nanqi got up straight away, bringing with him a weak gust of wind.

Zhao Rong was caught off guard by such a push, and his back hit the edge of the desk, and he cried out in pain, his eyebrows and eyes twisted together.

Mr. Qiao didn't even look at it, and said to Zhao Rong, "Go back by yourself", and quickly took a shower in the small bathroom of the office, took out the spare shirt in the closet, changed into it, and walked out of the office.

Zhao Rong was still half-sitting on the desk, and the sound of conversation came through the door wall.

"Sir, Miss Zhong asks you, can she be your female companion tonight?"

"Who?"

"It's a female star who signed a branch endorsement some time ago."

Although Qiao Nanqi's head office is in the forefront of technology patents, the branches are all in the direction of product access to the market.

"Tell her to wear light-colored clothes. I'll go by myself. You stay here and let Zhao Rong go home."

Then came the sound of Qiao Nanqi's footsteps fading away.

Zhao Rong was so tired that he didn't move for a while.

He was pinned by the desk for a long while. Before Qiao Nanqi was there, he didn't feel cold. Now that he left, he rested for a while, and soon he was so cold that he sneezed.

He remembered to put on some clothes, stood up with the desk propped up, and looked down.

The light blue sweater, which had been pressed behind him all the time, was already wrinkled beyond belief.

Zhao Rong: "..."

Assistant Qiao Nanqi was still standing at the door.

It's unlikely that he stayed to take care of him, but rather worried about what he was doing in this office, or what documents he found.

Zhao Rong was hospitalized for several years in her previous life, and died at a young age after being diagnosed with a genetic terminal illness.

He stared at his wrinkled blouse for a while, and even thought it was a little funny.

The cannon fodder script has been upgraded to an underground lover script. If he puts more thought into it, can he still get the vicious Nansan script?

——Qiao Nanqi is such a bitch.

he thought sincerely.

The assistant knocked on the door again outside, asking if he needed help.

Zhao Rong refused.

He went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up quickly.The original coat could no longer be worn, so Zhao Rong walked to Qiao Nanqi's spare wardrobe.

He is very familiar with the clothes in the closet, and he can quote a price accurate to single digits for any piece of clothing.

These are all bought by him.

Qiao Nanqi was on guard because of that incident, and he didn't have a nanny or housekeeper at home.Even if a part-time worker is invited to clean the house, no matter how busy Qiao Nanqi is, he will just watch from the sidelines.

In the past, Qiao Nanqi handed over such private matters to the clothing store directly.But occasionally there will be a few people in the clothing store who want to get in touch, and sometimes some inexplicable business cards will appear in the pockets of the clothes, which is harmless, but every time Qiao Nanqi takes them out, his mood will always be affected.

So after the two of them got together, Zhao Rong carefully selected the part-time workers. He also watched carefully when people came to the house, and helped Qiao Nanqi buy all the clothes.He himself has suffered. Whether he was an orphan in his previous life or before he was recognized by the Chen family after passing through the book, he lived a hard life. Without Qiao Nanqi's growth environment, he had no chance to learn those things. The etiquette and knowledge used for communication in the upper class, and there is no money to cultivate Qiao Nanqi's hobbies such as the piano and violin, which is the only thing he can handle.

After they lived together, whether it was at home or in the company, Zhao Rong arranged it very well, and packed all the utensils according to Qiao Nanqi's habits.

Since then, I have never seen Qiao Nanqi frowning because of these subtle things.

At this moment, Zhao Rong stood in front of the closet and found that most of the white shirts had been used frequently, and some dark shirts had not even taken off the tags.

After thinking about it, he took a brand new black shirt and put it on, and walked out of the office.

The assistant locked the door of the office and asked him if he needed delivery.

Zhao Rong laughed at herself: "Qualified lovers will go home by themselves."

The assistant didn't hear clearly and asked him a question, but he turned around and walked away with the crumpled clothes.

Qiao Nanqi's office occupies the entire top floor, and there is an elevator for going upstairs and downstairs.But Qiao Nanqi did not record Zhao Rong's fingerprints, and he refused to be escorted by the assistant, so he had to go down the employee's elevator.

It was already past the off-duty time, and the whole building was empty, only a few offices were still lit.Zhao Rong has a bad sense of direction, he has forgotten it now, and it is not convenient to ask people—except for a few shareholders, he does not know anyone else, and he cannot explain why he is here.

Zhao Rong wandered up and down the highest floors for a while before finding the staff elevator to go down.

When the elevator was slowly descending, Zhao Rong suddenly felt some stomachache.

He seems to have forgotten to eat.

He had a bad stomach at first, and it hurt, but cold sweat broke out on his forehead within a few seconds.

He didn't want to lose his composure, so he held on to the handrail in the elevator, clutched his stomach, and gritted his teeth to endure.

With a "ding", the elevator stopped at the floor where he usually went to work.

The elevator door slowly opened, and Song Xinxin and another female colleague whom Zhao Rong knew walked in one after another.When they saw Zhao Rong, the two were stunned for a moment and forgot to say hello.

Zhao Rong was leaning slightly against the edge of the elevator, his face was pale, and he was obviously 1.8 meters tall, but the black shirt on his upper body still looked loose and unfit.Most importantly, Song Xinxin clearly remembered that what Zhao Rong wore to work today was the light blue sweater that he carried in his hand. Although the sweater had been folded a few times, it could still be seen that it was really wrinkled.

The last time she met Zhao Rong, Zhao Rong went to Qiao Nanqi's office wearing a light blue sweater.

When the elevator fell again, Song Xinxin's female colleague bumped into her lightly, and she said, "Xiao Zhao, you..."

The young man leaning in the corner turned his head slightly to look at her.

Under the pale light of the elevator, Zhao Rong's face became even paler.He twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled at Song Xinxin, his surprisingly bright eyes reflected the shadow of the lamp.

Song Xinxin couldn't ask the question in doubt.

Another female colleague was even more unfamiliar with Zhao Rong, so she didn't speak for a while.

He didn't speak, and he didn't ask for help.

He was used to being alone, not used to relying on unfamiliar people, so he just stood up straight and endured the stomachache.

When he reached the floor where he parked, he took the lead and walked out quickly.

As soon as he sat in the driver's seat, Zhao Rong only felt a throbbing pain in his stomach that even affected his internal organs, and his hands and feet felt a little cold.

Can't drive in this state.Zhao Rong took out his pocket, and there were only his mobile phone, car keys, house keys, wallet, and a small alarm that he had been carrying with him all these years.

Only no stomach medicine.

He usually carries stomach medicine with him, but he was in a hurry to go out this morning and forgot.

The house leaks happen to rain at night.

Zhao Rong took out his mobile phone and pressed the phone number in his memory that was not stored in the address book, but he had already engraved it in his mind.

No one picked up.

Zhao Rong hit him twice again.

After the long busy tone, there were all emotionless mechanical female voices.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath.

Illness can really waste people's consciousness and rationality sometimes, and he only realized now that this call should never have been made.

The moment he pressed the phone number, it was destined that there would be no response.

——The phone vibrated suddenly.

Zhao Rong picked it up without looking at it: "Joe—"

"Third Young Master," a loud rock sound came from the other end of the phone, mixed with screams from men or women, "Come to play? The brothers have found a new venue!"

"..."

Zhao Rong directly pressed Liu Shun's phone.

He called Fang Zhuoqun.The busy tone only rang four times, and Fang Zhuoqun's voice came from the other end: "What do you want to do with your father?"

"Your father has a stomachache," he said, so weak that his voice was almost breathless, "he's about to die in the company parking lot."

Zhao Rong's stomachache is an old problem.

After Fang Zhuoqun drove him home, he found stomach medicine for him in the drawer according to his instructions, made boiled water and bought porridge for him, after a lot of work, Zhao Rong finally recovered a bit.

He was lying on the sofa, covered with a blanket, curled up, his eyes fixed on the phone screen.

No calls back.

He sighed silently.

Fang Zhuoqun was chatting with him: "By the way, your partner is really good. I saw the news at work today, saying that their company has made some technological progress."

Zhao Rong couldn't veto this point: "Yes."

"I haven't been to your house for a long time. It looks too tidy. It's as if no one has lived in it. It's completely different from my kennel." Fang Zhuoqun filled another cup of hot water for him and put it in front of the sofa. On the coffee table, I asked him, "Why don't you go to bed and lie down? It's so uncomfortable to curl up on the sofa."

"It's not clean." Qiao Nanqi has too high requirements for a clean environment. If he goes to bed without taking a shower and changing into pajamas, the first thing Qiao Nanqi does when he gets home is to wash the sheets.At that time, it will be him who will be tossing around. He might as well just lie on the sofa now, and the sofas around the house are also spacious.

"Hey, when did you get so obsessed with cleanliness? There are so many things wrong."

"Is it annoying? Didn't your girlfriend call you, go away, I'm bothering you today, be filial to your son."

"Let's go. Then I'm leaving, where is Qiao Nanqi? Why haven't you come back yet?"

Zhao Rong paused.

"Be busy with work."

"Work is not as important as your body."

Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth.

Not to mention the health, there were several bottles of gastric medicine by the bedside in their bedroom, and Qiao Nanqi probably never opened the drawers.

Even if you pull it away, you should only think that he is weak and sick, and there are many troubles.

"You said you, when we first met, you were in good health. But later on, when you got rich, you don't know when you will suddenly have a stomachache. How could this happen?"

How could this be?

He has been in the book for more than ten years, and if he can ask such a question, which one is not related to Qiao Nanqi?