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

Song Chubai sighed a little in his heart, thinking about how to get through the next five or six hours.

Until then, though, they appear to have a more important question to consider.

The elevator is completely sealed, which means that the air is thin and not enough to supply oxygen to two grown men.

When Song Chubai realized this, his breathing became slow.

He looked up at Duan Yimo, but saw that his expression was calm, his breathing was steady, and he was not affected by the increasingly thin air at all.

He couldn't help blinking and said, "Don't you feel unwell?"

"You mean hypoxia?" Duan Yimo pointed out directly.

Song Chubai suddenly realized, yes, it was lack of oxygen.

"It seems that we can't wait for your subordinates." He leaned on the elevator, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his head slightly raised.

The delicate and small Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Duan Yimo looked at him quietly, without speaking.

Song Chubai slowly closed his eyes and didn't speak anymore.

At this time, he didn't realize that Duan Yimo's eyes were gradually turning cold, not the coldness of ordinary people, but a bone-chilling coldness that seemed to come from the depths of the soul.

It can even be said that the way he looked at him seemed to be looking at someone who had nothing to do with him.

A blood-red light flickered in the dark as thick ink eyes, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

until……

Song Chubai stood up slowly supporting his body, walked slowly to Duan Yimo's side, sat down on his buttocks, and grabbed Duan Yimo's calf rather unwillingly.

He hasn't even begun to heal his illness yet. Is this the end of the world?

It's really aggrieved to die because of lack of oxygen.

Song Chubai bit his lip, but his men couldn't help pinching Duan Yimo's calf.

Song Chubai, who was so full of thoughts that the world might end like this, didn't notice that when he grabbed his calf, Duan Yimo's body froze, and the hand that was originally on the armrest of the wheelchair was also slightly clenched.

Even though he was still wearing pajama pants, he actually felt the temperature of his fingertips.

It was hot and scorching, as if it was going to burn his skin.

Can……

His legs should obviously be numb.

Duan Yimo's pupils shrank suddenly, and his subordinates did not know what button he pressed, and the elevator started to run again, and within a second, he reached the second floor, the elevator door opened, and air rushed in.

Song Chubai took a deep breath, blinked, and regained his senses.

He still grabbed Duan Yimo's calf, and even squeezed it shamelessly, what's the difference between this and a frivolous person?

Song Chubai couldn't help covering his face, quickly let go of his hand, and said quickly, "I'm sorry, my brain is cramping due to lack of oxygen."

Duan Yimo stared at Song Chubai's hand tightly, his voice hoarse, "Continue."

"What?" Song Chubai looked at him in surprise.

Duan Yimo realized what he just said when he asked him this question.

He pursed his lips, turned his head, and controlled the wheelchair, his tone was cold, but he hid a bit of annoyance.

"It's nothing."

"follow me."

Song Chubai stood up and obediently followed his footsteps.

There are not many rooms on the second floor, there is only a long corridor, and there are two rooms facing each other on both sides of the corridor.

One is a bedroom, and the other, I don't know what it is.

Duan Yimo brought Song Chubai to the room on the left. As soon as the door opened, Song Chubai was dazzled by the books in the room.

Here, it turned out to be a small library!

The four walls are inlaid with bookcases. Various books are placed on the bookcases. In the middle is a small round table with only a sofa for one person. Duan Yimo should usually read here.

"Wait for me here." Duan Yimo said, controlling the wheelchair and going to the cabinet next to him.

I don't know what's in the cabinet. From Song Chubai's perspective, he can't see it clearly, but he can see Duan Yimo taking out a mobile phone from inside.

mobile phone!

Song Chubai's eyes lit up, this is a good thing!

The joy of being able to get the phone immediately dilutes the slight sense of fear caused by the lack of oxygen just now, and even makes him temporarily forget why the elevator suddenly works normally.

He stared at the phone in Duan Yimo's hand with sparkling eyes, almost writing the words "I want" on his face.

Duan Yimo closed the cabinet, then manipulated the wheelchair, and came to Song Chubai.

Song Chubai looked at Duan Yimo expectantly.

But Duan Yimo doesn't seem to have any plans to give him the phone.

Song Chubai:? ?

"Mr. Duan?" He called out tentatively.

Duan Yimo played with the black mobile phone, tapped his fingertips on the screen of the mobile phone, and curled his lips.

"I'll give you your phone, what can you give me?"

Song Chubai looked confused, "Didn't I cook for you?"

"I've changed my mind." The smile on the corner of Duan Yimo's mouth seemed to fade a bit, "Isn't it a matter of course that you live in my house and cook for me?"

Song Chubai:? ?

"Then what do you mean?" Could it be not giving him the phone!

Duan Yimo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the slender eyelashes cast a shadow on the eye socket, covering the light in the eyes.

A few seconds later, he seemed to inadvertently ask: "Can you massage?"

Song Chubai hesitated.

He can massage, but he can only massage pets, especially his own cat owner, he likes massage the most.

He's never massaged a human before, but...

Song Chubai glanced at the black mobile phone in Duan Yimo's hand, gritted his teeth, and replied, "Yes!"

After a pause, he hastily added another sentence.

"But it didn't press well."

Duan Yimo curled his lips, "Practice slowly."

He shook the phone in front of Song Chubai's eyes, "Come give me a massage every night, and I'll give you the phone."

Song Chubai didn't hesitate, nodded quickly and said, "Okay, okay."

It's just a massage, he can do it!Maybe I can take the opportunity to see the condition of Duan Yimo's legs.

Seeing that Song Chubai agreed, Duan Yimo handed the phone to Song Chubai.

Song Chubai took the phone and pressed the power button.

The phone should be new, and in less than a second, it will be turned on successfully.

He raised a big smile, and his eyebrows and eyes were curved, as if carrying a vast galaxy.

"Mr. Duan, I'll go down first, if you need anything, call me—"

The tone is light, obviously very happy.

Duan Yimo responded lightly, and watched Song Chubai leave.

Fortunately, there is no need for fingerprint verification from the second floor to the first floor, otherwise Song Chubai really wouldn't be able to get down.

After Song Chubai left, Duan Yimo bent down slightly, and put his big hand on his calf.

I don't feel anything.

It was as if the scorching hot feeling just now was an illusion.

But, is it really an illusion?

Duan Yimo lowered his eyes, which were so deep that he couldn't see to the end.