Quick Transmigration: The President of Sick Jiao is fond of and flirted with

He Zhicheng subconsciously looked at Song Chubai who was sleeping soundly on the big bed, with a gloomy expression.

Fortunately, he has seen a lot of strong winds and heavy rains. At this time, he calmly said to Assistant Wang who had been guarding outside the door: "Assistant Wang, the door lock is broken, find someone to come over."

Assistant Wang was stunned for a moment, and he didn't expect the door lock to be broken so coincidentally. He quickly answered "Yes", regardless of He Lian next to him, and quickly turned around to find someone.

He Lian stood at the door, he didn't want to leave, he didn't want to leave, he was very embarrassed, so he could only try to avoid making any noise.

Inside the door, He Zhicheng glanced at the time, then at the sleeping Song Chubai, half leaning against the door, at this moment he was still in the mood to settle accounts with He Lian outside the door.

"You found this person?"

When He Lian heard this, his whole body tensed up.

"No...not." He subconsciously denied.

He Zhicheng lowered his eyes, but asked indifferently: "Really?"

He Lian didn't dare to speak for a while, and didn't even dare to take a breath.

He Zhicheng's voice came from inside the door again, "Do you know the consequences of lying in front of me?"

He Lian shuddered and gritted his teeth, "Uncle, I'm sorry."

"But I really didn't find this person, I just..."

He Zhicheng listened quietly.

Even if he didn't speak, even through a door, He Lian could still feel the oppressive aura coming from him.

"It's just that he has been pestering me. I really have no choice but to say that as long as he can get into your bed, I will agree to date him."

He Lian's heart became cruel, and he directly told the truth.

He Zhicheng raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and couldn't help asking: "He pestered you?"

"Ah."

He Lian didn't dare to refute He Zhicheng, so he could only respond repeatedly: "Yes, yes, he has been pestering me."

He Zhicheng was silent for a second.

"He has been pestering you?"

He looked at Song Chubai who was lying on the big bed, his eyes fell on his slender white legs, and his eyes twinkled slightly.

"Then he really has no vision."

It is really stupid to be willing to seduce another man for the sake of one man.

He Zhicheng was no longer in the mood to teach He Lian a lesson, and said to He Lian outside the door in a flat tone, "Get lost."

After receiving the pardon, He Lian didn't dare to say anything, and left quickly.

As for what will happen to Song Chubai in the future, even whether he lives or dies, it has nothing to do with him. Now he can't even protect himself, let alone Song Chubai.

As soon as He Lian left, there was a sudden silence outside the door.

Assistant Wang didn't know when he would come back. He Zhicheng stood at the door, his eyes slightly lowered, and fell on Song Chubai's round toes with a touch of pink.

Under the bright light, that touch of pink looks a little transparent, like a glazed stone illuminated by the sun.

However, Song Chubai is much softer than Liulishi.

Xu Shi was a little tired from standing, so He Zhicheng walked over to the sofa.

The sofa was about three meters away from the bed, and when he sat on the sofa, there was still some distance between him and Song Chubai who was lying on the bed.

He Zhicheng twitched his mouth and sat down on the sofa.

At this time, Song Chubai dreamed of something, turned over, turned his back to He Zhicheng, and at the same time, because of his posture, the shirt on his body was pulled up a little, revealing a small waist.

There is a touch of pink tenderness between the white and tender, and it is very soft at first glance.

He Zhicheng's fingertips moved slightly, as if he had already touched that touch of softness.