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

He leaned against the back of the sofa, his legs superimposed casually.

Holding the mobile phone in his left hand, with a look of indifference between his brows, he rested his right hand casually on his left leg, and tapped it a few times.

The atmosphere in the room was a little dull. Sitting here, he felt an indescribable sense of discomfort.

At this time, He Zhicheng didn't know that there were still some medicinal effects in the air.

In order for the plan to succeed, Yuanshen bought some sprays that were said to be able to make people have some bad thoughts at a high price.

After he came in, he sprayed it twice, just to prevent the plan from changing.

If you only take one or two sips of this spray, it will have no effect on your body, and it won't make people have any thoughts, but if you are under the effect of this spray for a long time, your body will inevitably undergo some changes.

Just like the current He Zhicheng, he somehow felt something was wrong.

Fingers lightly buckle on the tie, and pull the tie down a bit.

The coolness penetrated into the neck from the collar, bringing a little coolness, and temporarily relieved it a little.

But with the passage of time, this touch of coolness has been consumed.

At this time, Song Chubai in his sleep seemed to feel a little uncomfortable.

He was really sleepy, and he didn't wake up under the discomfort. He just pulled his clothes and pulled the clothes net a little.

At the same time, he changed his posture and lay flat on the bed with his hands spread out in a big font.

The slender waist was completely exposed, and from He Zhicheng's angle, he could clearly see the round and lovely belly button.

Something is wrong.He Zhicheng frowned and thought, he simply untied his tie and threw it aside.

He glanced at his phone, 10 minutes had passed, and Assistant Wang hadn't found anyone yet?

He frowned, and was about to urge Assistant Wang. Just as he tapped the phone with his fingertips, the phone turned off automatically because it was out of power.

This mobile phone has not been replaced for five years, and the battery is already dead. He usually carries a spare phone with him, but today is a special situation, so he put the spare phone in the car instead of carrying it with him.

Who would have thought that this phone would automatically shut down because of no power at this time?

He Zhicheng frowned even deeper, feeling that everything went wrong today.

He took a deep breath, stood up, and was about to look for a charger in the room.

Generally speaking, a presidential suite like this is equipped with a charger.

He Zhicheng walked to the bedside table.

The bedside table is next to the big bed, and if he walked over, it meant that he would be very close to Song Chubai.

At least within one meter.

This realization made He Zhicheng feel even more depressed.

He took off his coat and put it on the sofa. The first two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned at some point, and it was barely cool.

He Zhicheng endured the discomfort in his body and walked towards the bedside table, getting closer, getting closer.

After standing still unharmed, He Zhicheng quickly found the charger.

At this moment, Song Chubai, who was sleeping obediently just now, turned over again, and rolled over to He Zhicheng's side twice, with most of his body sticking to the side of the bed.

The little hand waved wildly, as if trying to grab something.

His little face was flushed red, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he was speaking vaguely.

"Well."

He tugged, and for some reason, he grabbed He Zhicheng's wrist.

At this moment, a strong numbness rushed from his wrist to He Zhicheng's brain, shaking his body numb, and he didn't know how to react.