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

Song Chubai blinked and explained: "Because I'm an illegitimate child, Madam Song didn't want to send her own son here, so she sent me here."

After a pause, he said again: "They were very willing to send me here."

Duan Yimo's eyes flickered slightly, half a second later, he hooked his lips, "You are honest."

Obviously, he had already grasped Song Chubai's information.

Song Chubai said while packing the dishes, "There's nothing to hide."

He stood up and said in a low voice, "Anyway, you know everything."

Duan Yimo raised his eyebrows lightly, taking a panoramic view of his little reaction.

Song Chubai took the bowl and chopsticks, turned around and walked towards the kitchen, while Duan Yimo looked at his back, lightly tapped his fingers on the armrest, a dark light flashed in his eyes, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Song Chubai found some bread from the refrigerator, warmed it up, and after eating it slowly, he walked out of the kitchen.

When he came out, the living room was empty, and Duan Yimo didn't know where he went.

Probably went upstairs.Song Chubai was thinking while walking towards the guest room on the first floor.

There are about four rooms on the first floor, two opposite to each other, the doors are closed tightly, and there is no sign on the door, so I don't know which room is the guest room.

He could only open the doors tentatively one by one.

The first door couldn't be opened no matter how much you twisted it, so it shouldn't be the guest room.

Song Chubai reached the second door again, but he still couldn't open it.

Song Chubai:? ?

Wouldn't it be impossible to open all four doors?Where does he sleep then?Do you sleep by the door?

Fortunately, the door of the room near the elevator entrance was open, and as the door handle was pushed down, the door slowly opened.

A ray of light leaked out from the room, and the dim yellow light had an inexplicable sense of ambiguity.

Song Chubai opened the door completely and saw the furnishings inside.

Facing the door is a large bed, and the sheets and quilt cover seem to be newly changed.

The whole room is white, without any variegated colors, except... the dim yellow lamp above the head.

Song Chubai lifted his foot and walked in.

The door was closed with inertia, and there was a "bang", Song Chubai's body shook and he was startled.

Fortunately, he calmed down quickly and stretched himself.

The guest room is also equipped with an independent bathroom, which surprised Song Chubai a little.

He stretched, tidied up briefly, threw himself on the big bed, and soon fell asleep.

At the same time, on the second floor, Duan Yimo, who saw Song Chubai's every move clearly, flashed interest in his eyes.

The little daughter-in-law is really safe when she comes, so that's good, he doesn't want to see someone crying here.

The Duan family sent such a baby, how should he thank them?

The corner of Duan Yimo's mouth ticked, why not just grab the project they have been fighting for?

Thinking of Duan's father's distraught look, Duan Yimo's smile deepened.

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The next day, Song Chubai fell asleep and didn't wake up until ten o'clock.

When he opened his eyes, he was still a little dazed.

This familiar yet unfamiliar environment made his brain unable to react for a while.

It wasn't until the sun shone through the heavy curtains and into the dim room that he came back to his senses.

He got up and opened the curtains.

The light poured in and shone on him, making his fair skin seem to be glowing.

In the surveillance video, Duan Yimo has a panoramic view of this scene.

Her throat moved, as if she had tasted something sweet, and the color of her eyes deepened a bit.

In the bedroom downstairs, Song Chubai had no idea that his every move fell into Duan Yimo's eyes. He stretched a lot, wanted to take out his phone to check the time, and touched his pocket, only to realize that, It seems that he... doesn't have a cell phone?

Song Chubai:! !

Modern people, how can we do without mobile phones!

Where's his cell phone?Song Chubai thought about it quickly, only to realize that the phone seemed to have been left in the Song family.

Or to be more precise, the Song family didn't intend to give him a mobile phone at all.

It was probably because he made some trouble again, so even the only means of communication was confiscated from him.

Thinking of this, Song Chubai could not help but sigh.

He couldn't help thinking, if he asked Duan Yimo for a mobile phone, would he agree?

After much deliberation, Song Chubai decided to give it a try.

After tidying up quickly, Song Chubai opened the door and was about to find Duan Yimo. When he reached the elevator entrance, he discovered that the elevator door was unlocked with fingerprints.

In other words, except for Duan Yimo, no one can take this elevator to the second floor.

And there are no stairs in the whole villa, the only way up is the elevator.

It seems that he can only wait for him downstairs.

Song Chubai didn't feel lost either, so he turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Since I can't wait for Duan Yimo for the time being, let's make a meal first!

The scent soon spread from the kitchen, and quickly spread to the second floor, making Duan Yimo greedy everywhere.

Duan Yimo pursed his lips lightly, and the tip of his tongue seemed to be reminiscing about the bowl of tomato and egg noodles last night.

It was not the best noodles he had ever eaten, but it was the most delicious noodles he had ever eaten.

It's like the cook is concentrating and pouring all his heart into cooking.

The noodles made in this way have a special taste.

He loves it.

Recalling that smell, Duan Yimo manipulated the wheelchair uncontrollably and walked downstairs.

When Song Chubai came out with the food, what he saw was Duan Yimo sitting at the dining table.

He blinked and put the food on the table.

When Duan Yimo was about to pick up the chopsticks, he held his wrist.

At this moment, an anxious dark red rose in Duan Yimo's eyes, his round pupils shrunk into narrow slits, his breathing seemed to stagnate for a moment, his voice was somewhat hoarse, "You know what you are doing ?"

Song Chubai smiled flatteringly, "Mr. Duan, let's discuss something."

Duan Yimo narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

"I'll cook for you, and you give me a mobile phone, okay?"

At the end, his voice was a little soft, and his delicate little face was stained with blush.

Seemingly embarrassed, he continued to explain: "I forgot my mobile phone at Song's house. These days, I can't live without my mobile phone."

Duan Yimo quietly held Song Chubai's wrist, and with force, left a red mark on that fair and delicate skin.

"Really?" His tone was light, as if he was just asking casually, but his gaze was fixed on Song Chubai, as if he wanted to see through his pupils and see through him.

Song Chubai was pinched in pain, but fortunately he was still within the tolerance range, bit his lip lightly, and said rather stubbornly: "Of course! It is impossible to live without a mobile phone."

He, without a mobile phone, would kill a star.