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

Duan Yimo saw that his expression did not seem to be fake, so he let go of his hand slightly, but did not let go completely.

The warm touch from the fingertips was completely different from his body temperature. This strange feeling made him feel a rare lust.

Duan Yimo's eyes darkened, and he suppressed this strange thought.

"I can give you your mobile phone." He breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes fell on the plate of sweet and sour short ribs, and he curled his lips, "I will cook for two in the future."

"Okay!" Song Chubai replied without hesitation, and then looked at Duan Yimo expectantly, almost writing the word "mobile phone" on his face.

Duan Yimo picked up the chopsticks again, and said in a calm tone, "Follow me upstairs after dinner."

"Yeah!" Song Chubai responded quickly, and even enthusiastically moved the sweet and sour ribs to Duan Yimo's side.

In front of the mobile phone, even social terror has been cured a bit.

Sure enough, the charm of mobile phones is too great.

Song Chubai thought in his heart, took a quick look at Duan Yimo, saw that he had no expression, and didn't speak again.

Lowering his head, he ate in silence.

After dinner, Duan Yimo asked Song Chubai to follow him upstairs.

He controlled the wheelchair and walked towards the elevator. Song Chubai followed behind him, his hands hanging on both sides moved slightly.

He was wondering if he should help push the wheelchair.

But he also felt that the wheelchair's forward speed seemed to be faster than his walking.

While thinking, the two of them had already reached the elevator entrance.

Duan Yimo took the lead to control the wheelchair and entered the elevator.Afterwards, Song Chubai walked in.

The elevator is not too big, but it is more than enough for two people to stand in it.

Probably because no one has ever been on this elevator except Duan Yimo himself. After entering, Duan Yimo even felt that the air around him became different.

The elevator doors closed slowly, Duan Yimo pressed the "2" button, and the elevator ran with a slight sound.

Song Chubai looked left and right, smacked his lips, and suddenly said, "Is there no accident in this elevator?"

As soon as the words fell, there was only a click, and the elevator seemed to be stuck by something, just in the middle of the first floor and the second floor, and stopped moving.

Song Chubai:? ?

Duan Yimo took a deep look at him, "I can't see that you still have the potential of a crow's mouth." Song Chubai shook his head quickly, he didn't have him, so don't talk nonsense.

Duan Yimo clicked his tongue lightly and pressed the button, but there was no response.

Song Chubai also went over to help press the keys, so naturally there would be no reaction.

He coughed lightly, "Do we want to get in touch?"

Duan Yimo raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly, "Are you here to contact?"

"Yes!" Song Chubai nodded, and stretched out his hand, "Give me the phone, and I'll send a message."

Duan Yimo looked at the slender hand in front of him, raised his eyebrows lightly, "I didn't take the phone."

After a pause, he said meaningfully, "I'm not addicted to mobile phones."

He prefers reading books to mobile phones.

Song Chubai:? ?

"No...no mobile phone?" He stuttered, "Then we can't contact the outside world?"

They don't want to stay here all the time, do they?

Duan Yimo seemed to see what he was thinking, and said again: "If they find that they can't reach me, they will come over."

These words did not make Song Chubai completely relieved.

He tentatively asked, "Then how long do you estimate it will take?"

"Five or six hours." Duan Yimo said lightly, with no ups and downs in his tone, as if the elevator being stuck here had no effect on him.

Song Chubai took a deep breath, made some calculations, and simply sat down on the ground.

"That's just waiting."

He just wants a mobile phone, why is it so difficult?

There was a hint of white on the originally rosy little face. He leaned his back against the elevator and raised his head slightly.

Fortunately, the lights in the elevator were still on, so it wouldn't make it dark.

The dazzling light shone on him, passed through the slender eyelashes, and cast a light in the extremely beautiful pupils.

Duan Yimo sat in a wheelchair, looking at Song Chubai with deep eyes.

He had to admit that Song Chubai was very good-looking, his skin was milky white, his nose was small and straight, his lips were well shaped, his almond eyes were slightly drooping under his slightly raised eyebrows, when he looked at him, There will always be a little light leaking inadvertently.

It's like a bright moon, passing through the thick dark clouds, and finally shining its light on others.

He is obviously an illegitimate child, born secretly and born in filth, but he has a pair of pure and flawless eyes. The pure black pupils are like the purest obsidian in the world.

Duan Yimo's eyelashes trembled slightly, covering the flickering light in his eyes, and then he slowly smiled.

"Ah!" Song Chubai sneezed inexplicably, rubbed his nose, and muttered, "Who is thinking of me?"

When he said this, he looked at Duan Yimo and his eyes fell on his lap.

Duan Yimo was wearing simple and loose pajama pants, so he couldn't see the specific condition of his calves.

Thinking of the tasks in this world, a sentence came out without thinking.

"Shall I beat your leg?"

Duan Yimo's expression was startled, as if he had recovered from a strange state, he raised his eyebrows.

"Kick your legs?"

This little daughter-in-law is thinking about something every day.

"No need." Duan Yimo flatly rejected him.

Song Chubai looked away a little disappointed.

It's a pity, but there's no rush, the future is long, and he will find a way to touch his leg!

Song Chubai quickly cheered up, sat cross-legged on the ground, propped his face with one hand, and looked at Duan Yimo.

"Mr. Duan, do you stay in this manor every day?"

Don't you feel bored without using your mobile phone?

The unspoken words were what he wanted to say, but seeing Duan Yimo's expression, he still didn't ask them.

Duan Yimo relaxed his body, leaned on the back of the wheelchair, put one hand on the armrest of the wheelchair, and rested the other hand casually on his thigh, with a calm expression, he answered "um" from his nasal cavity.

"Don't you feel bored?" Song Chubai asked curiously.

"It's quite boring." Duan Yimo said with a half-smile, "So they sent you here."

His eyes fell on Song Chubai's eyes, and he rarely said with a touch of interest: "Do you know where you are now?"

Song Chubai blinked and asked tentatively, "Play with you?"

Duan Yimo: ...

He laughed softly, "That's right."

As for what kind of gameplay, that's up to him.

Song Chubai didn't think too much about it. It was a bit embarrassing not to chat casually with only the two of them in such a narrow space.

Hmm...though he didn't really want to chat that much.