Quick time travel: The black-bellied boss is having sex with cannon fodder again

The autumn wind blew past, and the leaves were blown rustlingly. On the empty street, a figure crouched on the ground, the dullness exuding from his body blended with the bleakness of the autumn wind.

Cheng Jingyao was immersed in his own world, when a sound of footsteps came from behind him, gradually approaching.

A hand on his arm helped him up.

Cheng Jingyao looked up at the other party, his glasses were taken off by himself, the moist and red eye sockets were undoubtedly revealed, and there were still tears on his face.

Shen Ji sighed, wiped away the tears on his face, and embraced him in his arms.

"What's the matter, crying like this?" Shen Ji rubbed the back of the head of the person in his arms, with distress in his tone.

Cheng Jingyao heard his own pounding heartbeat and the other's steady and powerful heartbeat, and felt a sense of grievance in his heart.

"Who the hell are you, hiccup..." Cheng Jingyao's voice was thickly nasal, and he hiccupped at the end.

"When you think about it slowly, you won't believe it now." The corners of Shen Ji's lips curled up, "Kids still hiccup when they cry."

"You, you laughed at me, hiccup..." Cheng Jingyao's grievances almost overflowed.

He has never cared about other people's opinions, but it seems that he just can't hear this man say no to him.

But when he heard the title "little friend", he felt his heart was full.

"No, I haven't seen what you are like." The smile on the corners of Shen Ji's lips widened, "Let's go, little crying bag."

Cheng Jingyao stood still, what a weird name!

Shen Ji cast him a questioning look.

"Legs are numb." Cheng Jingyao whispered, eyes dodging, unwilling to look at him.

Shen Ji still smiled, knelt down in front of him, "Come on."

Cheng Jingyao hesitated for a while, but his body was faster than his mind, and when he realized it, he had already been firmly carried by Shen Ji.

Cheng Jingyao held his neck, and the scent of pine wood flowed into his nasal cavity without a gap, making his head a little dizzy.

On the street full of red leaves, the breeze blew up, and the tall man carried the exquisite man on his back, forming a beautiful picture.

Cheng Jingyao stared at the man's side face and began to lose consciousness. Even from his angle, the man was still handsome and flawless.

The other party's behavior is familiar in every way. In those photos, I carefully like it. Now my heartbeat can't be deceived by anyone.

But in his life in recent years, there really was no figure of this man.

What happened in the end, the relationship between them has reached the point where even if he lost his memory, he still couldn't stop his heartbeat.

At this moment, Cheng Jingyao realized that he didn't understand himself at all.

When I arrived at the hotel where I was staying, I put him down gently. The child had already fallen asleep, and the corners of his eyes were still red.

"You're still so defenseless after amnesia." Shen Ji scratched the bridge of the young man's nose, smiling indulgently.

Taking the glasses in Cheng Jingyao's hand, he took a look, and it turned out to be plain glasses.

Don't children know how attractive they are when they wear glasses, so why don't they wear plain glasses?

He decided to confiscate it.

Covering someone with a quilt and preparing to get up to prepare food, there was a pulling feeling behind him.

Cheng Jingyao didn't sleep well, and subconsciously grabbed the hem of Shen Ji's clothes.

Shen Ji turned his head and saw the child's frown, sat back down again, and stretched out his hands to smooth it out for him.

He leaned over and kissed Cheng Jingyao between the eyebrows.

Cheng Jingyao only felt that the darkness in the dream was spreading faster and faster, and it was about to swallow him, but suddenly a beam of light came in and dispelled the darkness.

He was under the ray of light, and the warmth that came with it dispelled the chill in his body, making him nostalgic.

After a while, the corners of Cheng Jingyao's lips curled up.

Looking at the kid who was smiling while sleeping, the softness in Shen Ji's eyes almost overflowed.

He thought he was really bored, but the truth was that his patience with this person had grown unknowingly, reaching a height that even surprised him.

Especially when he saw a child crying, his heart hurt beyond words, as if a hand was tightly clutching his heart, making him almost suffocate.

It was already night when Cheng Jingyao woke up, and the room was very dark, which inexplicably made his heart tremble.

Shen Ji brought him here?

He lifted the quilt, turned on the light and searched for the glasses for a while, but couldn't find them.

He pushed the door open, and a burst of rice smell entered his nostrils, stimulating his taste buds.

His stomach growled twice in a timely manner, he subconsciously stroked his stomach, and walked quickly to the living room.

"Are you awake? Wash your hands and eat." Shen Ji was just about to set the meal, and when he heard the sound, he turned his head and gave him a warm smile.

Cheng Jingyao went to wash his hands without saying a word, and then sat down opposite Shen Ji with hands and feet.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"Don't thank me." Shen Ji picked up the bowl and filled half a bowl of soup.

Cheng Jingyao's face froze, and immediately a bowl was placed on the table.

"Drink a bowl of soup first when you wake up, but don't drink too much, or you won't be able to eat."

The man's voice was low and clear, but Cheng Jingyao's nose was sore.

The other party's every move is extremely natural, as if they have been together for a long time, so long that no matter what the other party does, he does not feel awkward.

"what happened?"

"No, thank you." He quickly lowered his head and picked up the soup and drank it down, but he drank it so fast that he almost choked.

"Drink it slowly, and no one will grab it from you." As he spoke, Shen sent him a piece of fish.

"I told you before that the pickled fish in Nanli City is not good. You still don't believe me. Now let you try my cooking."

Cheng Jingyao had no memory of this in his mind. He looked at the beautifully colored piece of tender fish, picked it up and ate it silently.

"delicious."

The science student doesn't have too many fancy words. This piece of fish is the best he has ever eaten, even his mother's is slightly inferior.

"Eat more if it tastes good." With a smile, Shen Ji picked up chopsticks and chopsticks of food for him, and didn't stop until the bowl couldn't hold it.

"I'll pick it up myself, and you can eat it too." Cheng Jingyao's ears turned red slowly, and he didn't dare to look up into the other's burning eyes.

For some reason, he always felt that this dinner was very ambiguous.

But one thing to say, this meal is really delicious.

From materials to finished products, from color to presentation, from aroma to taste, there is only one word, absolutely.

Cheng Jingyao has also participated in many high-end dinners. Those restaurants are either old brands that have been famous for a long time, or the western delicacies. Countless celebrities have given them high praise, but they are not as good as the home-cooked dishes in front of him.

After eating this meal, Cheng Jingyao felt that her taste would definitely become picky.

After helping Shen Ji clean up the dishes, Cheng Jingyao adjusted his glasses subconsciously, but his face was empty.

"Did you see my glasses?" He pursed his lips and asked.

"I remember you are not nearsighted." Shen Ji raised his eyes, his face was calm.

"I have presbyopia." Cheng Jingyao said seriously.

Shen Ji's eyes suddenly filled with a smile, "I didn't see it."

Cheng Jingyao frowned, thought for a while, and thought that he must have fallen off the road after falling asleep.

Unfortunately, it is quite expensive.