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

I saw someone running towards him.

He was barefoot, stepping on the icy ground, it seemed a little cold, and his pink toes were slightly red at this moment.

The delicate and pale face was a bit anxious and dazed, because he ran too fast, the hem of his clothes fluttered back a little, like an elf who had strayed into the mortal world, seeking his savior in a panic.

This kind of thought came for no reason, but it just inexplicably appeared in He Zhicheng's mind.

He stood still and did not move.

Although reason has been reminding him that at this moment he should turn around and leave without mercy, Assistant Wang will handle the follow-up matters, but the strong emotion surging from the bottom of his heart dominates his body, making him unable to move at all.

In a daze, the warm body rushed towards his arms.

The faint fragrance lingered in his nose, drilled into his body, and flowed through his body.

Song Chubai threw himself into his arms, and at the same time, he raised his small face, which was delicate and pale with a bit of care and desire.

"To hug."

His voice was a little soft, hiding a little bit of coquettishness, He Zhicheng's heart trembled when he heard it.

Song Chubai didn't know what he was doing at all, he just came to this world, his brain was still stuck in the sweetness of Ling Rongge and Ling Rongge in the previous world, plus he stayed in the room with special gas all the time, the effect of the medicine invaded His brain, let him become chaotic.

Some couldn't tell the truth from the illusion in front of him, he was acting on instinct.

Instinct told him that if he wanted to hug, he would hug.

He Zhicheng's body was stiff, and he didn't know where to put his hands, but he had to admit that his body was also longing for a hug.

Assistant Wang had already caught up and called out cautiously, "Mr. He?"

He had already anticipated how Mr. He would be furious, and he might lose his job.

Because of this sound, He Zhicheng came back to his senses, and gave Assistant Wang a cold look.

Assistant Wang was startled, and quickly said, "I'll take Mr. Song away."

As he spoke, he wanted to pull Song Chubai who had flung himself into He Zhicheng's arms.

However, he pulled a void.

Assistant Wang was taken aback, and looked at He Zhicheng who was hugging Princess Song Chubai in disbelief.

His pupils trembled, he couldn't believe that Mr. He, who had never been close to others, actually hugged Song Chubai himself!

Perhaps because of shock, he forgot to speak or move for a moment.

When he came back to his senses, he could only see the back of his CEO leaving with Song Chubai in his arms.

Assistant Wang's heart trembled, knowing that this day might change.

He Zhicheng carried Song Chubai into the car.

The warmth in his arms seemed to remind him of something. The surging body instinct temporarily overwhelmed his proud rationality, making him do something that he would never do normally.

For example, now, he hugged Song Chubai and headed home.

Ever since Song Chubai was held in his arms, he had no voice.

He Zhicheng lowered his head, his pupils reflected his somewhat gentle face.

He slept more soundly.

Looking down slightly, he saw the red marks he had left on his body.

On that white and tender skin, the red mark seemed to accuse him of his out-of-control behavior before.

But, looking at this red mark, he seemed to be possessed, and slowly lowered his head.

Soon, warmth and delicateness came from between the lips.

He Zhicheng's eyes flickered slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.