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

How did Qi Qi know about his mental activities, and said quite seriously: "Yes, the target of the mission suffers from bipolar disorder, please treat the host well, and earnestly guide the strategy."

Song Chubai felt dizzy when he saw the ten-centimeter-thick precautions. He was silent for two seconds, and asked tentatively again: "Why don't we change the task? For example, treat pigs with depression?"

Seven Seven: "..."

"The host, please treat the disease well, and earnestly attack it!" Qiqi emphasized.

Seeing the system's tough attitude, Song Chubai could only sigh in disappointment.

Given a choice, he would rather treat a pig suffering from depression than a boss suffering from bipolar disorder.

Since the task cannot be changed, it can only be done first.

Song Chubai continued to look through the notes in his hand, trying to write them down.

Time flies, it is dusk.

In the CEO's office, Lu Chenhan had just finished processing today's documents. He put down his pen, looked up at Assistant Wang who was waiting at the side, and said in a deep voice, "Where is Song Chubai?"

"Still looking at the precautions." Assistant Wang said respectfully.

Lu Chenhan raised his eyebrows, "He is patient."

He didn't believe Song Chubai's nonsense that he liked him.

Lu Chenhan stood up and walked towards the assistant's office.

He wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in Song Chubai's gourd.

When Lu Chenhan arrived at the assistant's office, Song Chubai had just finished reading the precautions.

At this moment, there is only one thought in his mind: Lu Chenhan is really sick.

Seeing Lu Chenhan coming, he subconsciously popped out two words.

"ill."

Lu Chenhan's footsteps stopped, his face darkened on the spot, and he sneered, "Call me?"

"No, no, no." Song Chubai quickly denied, "I'm talking about myself."

"I'm sick. I have a disease that makes my legs go weak when I see Mr. Lu."

As he spoke, he propped up the table with one hand in a serious manner, pretending that his legs were weak.

Lu Chenhan took a look, hooked his lips, and smiled with satisfaction.

"That's right, you're acquainted."

After a pause, he said again: "Clean up and follow me."

Song Chubai asked curiously, "Where are you going?"

"Go home." Lu Chenhan rarely replied in a good mood, turned around and walked outside without further explanation.

Song Chubai was stunned, and Assistant Wang patted him on the shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Go home with President Lu."

Song Chubai suddenly grabbed Assistant Wang's arm, and asked nervously, "President Lu won't..." Do something to him?

Like rape first and then kill?

Assistant Wang's smile was faintly strange, he smiled and broke away from Song Chubai's hand, and left quickly.

Song Chubai could only tidy up and walk towards the elevator.

Lu Chenhan was waiting for him in front of the elevator door. Seeing him coming, he frowned and asked, "Why are you so slow?"

"The legs are weak and the walk is slow." Song Chubai replied quickly.

Lu Chenhan sneered, but didn't pursue it any further, and walked into the elevator with long legs.

Song Chubai followed him in, stood behind him, and looked at Lu Chenhan silently.

He has always known that he is gay, but he has never been in a relationship, nor has anyone he likes, and he is still a virgin until his death.

But he is absolutely unwilling to let him have sex with men who he doesn't like.

Song Chubai pursed his lips lightly, stretched out his hand, and poked Lu Chenhan's arm.

Lu Chenhan turned to look at him, raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter?"

"That..." Song Chubai organized his words, "Can you be lighter?"

Lu Chenhan:? ?

Lu Chenhan looked Song Chubai up and down, frowned, and stared straight at him, as if a fiery glow rose from the depths of his dark pupils.

After a while, he asked, "What is lighter?"

Hearing this rhetorical question, Song Chubai knew that he had misunderstood, he quickly waved his hand and said, "No, it's nothing."

He backed up to the farthest end of the elevator, pretending he didn't exist.

The elevator soon arrived at the underground garage. Lu Chenhan walked out first, and Song Chubai followed behind, a little confused. He didn't understand what he was taking him home for. It couldn't be treating his pet. ?

If he remembered correctly, the Lu family didn't seem to have any pets?

When Song Chubai was thinking wildly, they had already gotten into the car, and the exclusive driver was sitting in the driver's seat, looking straight ahead, as if he didn't see the existence of Song Chubai, a living person.

The car started, and due to inertia, Song Chubai's body swayed, tilted, and leaned towards Lu Chenhan naturally.

Lu Chenhan supported Song Chubai's shoulder with one hand, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and said with a little sarcasm: "Now I believe what you said before."

Seize every opportunity to seduce him or something, isn't it just because you like him?

That's right, for a man as outstanding as him, it's normal to have a crush on someone of the same sex.

Lu Chenhan had a rare moment of narcissism, and pushed Song Chubai to the other side with force.

"Sit up straight."

Song Chubai obediently sat up straight, put his hands on his thighs, kept his back straight, and kept his eyes straight, looking like an obedient student.

Lu Chenhan sneered, put his right leg on his left casually, took out the evening newspaper that his assistant had prepared, and flipped through it.

Song Chubai glanced at it from the corner of his eyes, and just as he glanced at it, he heard Lu Chenhan say: "If you want to see it, look at it openly, don't peek."

Song Chubai: ...

Can this be found?

Do Lu Chenhan's eyes grow on the side?

He turned his head to look over, and bumped into a pair of pitch-black pupils unexpectedly.

"Tell you to look at it openly, do you really look at it openly? Tsk."

Lu Chenhan clicked his tongue lightly, and put the newspaper in his hand aside.

He leaned forward, and suddenly moved closer to Song Chubai.

The sudden approach made Song Chubai's body tremble suddenly. This feeling of oppression...is exactly the same as the sow that kicked him to death!

Song Chubai was shocked, this Lu Chenhan, wouldn't he kick him to death too?

He blinked, and tentatively asked, "Mr. Lu?"

"Huh?" Lu Chenhan made a low and sexy voice from his nasal cavity, "What? Are you not used to being so close to me?"

He raised his hand, hooked Song Chubai's jaw, and raised it.

"very happy?"

Song Chubai: ...

【Qiqi, are you sure the target of this mission is suffering from bipolar disorder, not narcissism? 】

He saw that he was very narcissistic.

Qiqi: "Host, please don't question the professionalism of the system."

"The host, please don't chat with the system too much, trying to go through the back door, please complete the task well." Qiqi said again.

Song Chubai sighed helplessly, it seems that the way to chat with the system and establish a good relationship is not going to work.

He can only complete the task well.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, he looked at Lu Chenhan, pursed his lips lightly, and responded with a low "um".

Lu Chenhan showed a "really so" expression.

With a light click, he moved closer to Song Chubai.

At this moment, he was only one centimeter away from him.