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

Song Chubai was busy in the garden, fertilizing and watering, and shoveling and burying some completely withered dead flowers as flower fertilizer.

He was busy all afternoon, but he only finished processing a small corner of the garden.

The garden is really too big. He actually made a lot of it, but it is less than one-fifth of the whole garden.

Song Chubai took a deep breath, before he could stand up straight, his stomach started growling.

Seeing the glow of the setting sun, Song Chubai suddenly realized that it was already evening.

He tidied up briefly, and walked to the door that the old man had brought him to.

The door was still closed, as if it had not been opened.

Song Chubai thought for a while, raised his hand and knocked on the door, and said at the same time, "Hi, I'm Song Chubai, is there anything to eat?"

He is really hungry.

No one answered him, the surrounding was eerily quiet, and there seemed to be no one in the huge manor.

Song Chubai was not discouraged, and continued: "I won't go in, maybe you can give me a piece of bread?"

After a pause, he said again, "Another carton of milk?"

Milk with bread, perfect!

There seemed to be a low laugh coming from the door.

A few seconds later, the door opened from the inside, it was empty and there was no one there.

Song Chubai blinked and asked tentatively, "Is anyone there?"

No one answered him.

"Then I'll come in—"

Still no answer.

He took a tentative step and stepped into the dim hall.

The lights turned on instantly, and a man could be vaguely seen sitting on the other side of the sofa.

The man has a pair of extremely good-looking faces, under the straight bridge of the nose is a slightly pursed lip line, above a pair of deep and dark eyes.

At this time, those black eyes looked over lightly, passed him, and lowered them again.

"Mr. Duan, hello." Song Chubai took the initiative to say hello, but did not move forward.

"Maybe I can get a piece of bread and milk?" he asked tentatively again.

The man, that is, the owner of this manor, and also Song Chubai's task target, Duan Yimo raised his eyes again, his eyes fell on him, and he said lightly, "No."

Song Chubai who was rejected was a little bit disappointed.

He doesn't even have bread and milk. He doesn't know how to eat bran and swallow vegetables, right?

Song Chubai can't hide it, what's on his mind, he expresses it clearly on his face.

Duan Yimo had a panoramic view of Song Chubai's expression, and there seemed to be a glint of light in those dark pupils.

"Can you cook?" He asked lightly.

Song Chubai's eyes lit up, and he almost guessed what Duan Yimo would say.

He nodded quickly and said, "Yes!"

Without bread and milk, he can cook by himself!

Duan Yimo responded lightly, and pointed in the direction, "That's the kitchen."

After speaking, he controlled the wheelchair and headed towards the elevator.

Because his legs and feet are inconvenient, this two-story villa has no stairs, only elevators.

This also makes it easier for him to get up and down.

Song Chubai glanced at the direction of the elevator, thoughtfully.

After Duan Yimo left, Song Chubai went to the kitchen in the direction he pointed.

The kitchen is large, with all kinds of utensils, and there are two super large two-door refrigerators.

When I opened the refrigerator, I saw that all kinds of ingredients were neatly arranged inside, and it seemed that someone had specially sorted them out.

Song Chubai didn't rummage further, so he took two eggs, tomatoes, and some noodles, and prepared to make tomato and egg noodles.

Turn on the fire to boil the water, and the heat spreads. The manor, where the air seems to be condensed, finally has a little heat.

Duan Yimo, who saw this scene from the surveillance video, tapped his finger on the armrest of the wheelchair, his eyes were heavy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The scent spread from the first floor to the second floor, and there was a faint smell of rice in the air.

This is a taste that never appeared in the manor before.

Duan Yimo's fingertips paused slightly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he felt an unspeakable sense of hunger.

He sank his eyes and steered the wheelchair towards the elevator.

When Duan Yimo arrived downstairs, Song Chubai was eating with gusto.

The noodles are firm and chewy, paired with sweet and sour tomatoes, and the extremely tender scrambled eggs, bursting out a strong delicacy in the mouth.

Song Chubai, who had been hungry for a whole day, only felt that the bowl of noodles in front of him would not be exchanged for 10 yuan.

"Any more?"

The sudden sound rang in his ears, and Song Chu's hands trembled in fright, and the chopsticks almost fell on the table.

He followed the sound and saw Duan Yimo sitting in a wheelchair not far away, the light shone on him and cast a shadow.

That silence also had an expression of anticipation, making Song Chubai seem to have seen Lu Chenhan from the previous world.

He froze for a moment, and blurted out a sentence without thinking about it.

"I still have some in my bowl, do you want to eat?" Duan Yimo raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect Song Chubai to say that.

This little daughter-in-law is more enthusiastic than he imagined.

Duan Yimo's appetite was rarely aroused, so naturally he would not refuse Song Chubai's proposal.

He steered the wheelchair and came to the dining table.

Naturally, he took the chopsticks from Song Chubai's hand, moved the bowl a little in front of him, and started eating.

Song Chubai: ...

His face!

After all, he was dependent on others, Song Chubai could only swallow his breath silently, thinking about what else was in the refrigerator to eat.

After Duan Yimo finished eating the noodles and even the soup, a smile finally appeared on his gloomy face.

"It tastes good." He rarely praised.

"You are allowed to sleep on the first floor tonight."

Song Chubai looked at him in surprise, and couldn't help asking: "Didn't you plan to let me sleep in the room before?"

Duan Yimo raised his eyebrows, with a smile on his lips, and asked, "What do you think?"

Song Chubai had already heard the answer from this rhetorical question.

He suddenly felt that this bowl of noodles was valuable.

He let out an "oh", his eyes paused for two seconds on the empty bowl, and then silently retracted his gaze.

My face, you deserve your "death"!I will pray for you!

Duan Yimo put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth gracefully with a paper towel, and gracefully threw the paper towel into the trash can next to him.

After doing all this, he said lightly, "What's your name?"

"Song Chubai." He replied honestly.

Anyway, this kind of thing can't be hidden.

He didn't need to hide this kind of thing.

Duan Yimo made a "hmm", as if asking casually, and didn't care that much.

His eyes fell on Song Chubai's face, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, "The Song family is willing to send you here."

This face and figure are much better than some people.

He was rather curious, why the Song family thought of sending Song Chubai over to be his little wife.