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

Downstairs, Song Chubai had no idea what Duan Yimo was thinking.

He sat cross-legged on the sofa with his mobile phone in his hand, and started surfing the Internet.

This world is similar to the world he used to live in, but the entertainment industry is far less developed, and the overall network environment is more serious and serious, and there are no jokes or jokes.

Everyone seems to regard the Internet as reality, and they are cautious and treading on thin ice.

Song Chubai looked around, but didn't find any interesting remarks, so he didn't read any more.

He downloaded a few mobile games and started playing them soon.

Coincidentally, the mini game he downloaded included a checkpoint game. Song Chubai simply registered a new account on the largest domestic forum and opened a post because he was bored.

[Cheating small game breakthrough live broadcast post——]

In the beginning, no one cared about his post, after all, the topic was not very attractive.

Until Song Chubai started the live broadcast, the first level was a very simple game of finding differences. There were eight differences in total. Every time Song Chubai found one, he had to take a screenshot and paste it in the post, and he would also add a comment.

[The first one, soeazy——]

[Second, I'm awesome! 】

……

[Fifth, the feeling of flying——]

[Sixth, cool, cool——]

……

These seemingly ordinary postscripts have an inexplicable feeling of brainwashing. After everyone who clicks on the post exits, the words in the post will be repeated inexplicably in their minds.

Especially the phrase "feeling like flying", no matter how I think about it, I feel brainwashed.

Soon, tall buildings were built on Song Chubai's post, and some people even played tricks.

[I ate a piece of ice cream today, I feel like flying! 】

[Completed a math problem, soeazy! 】

[The first sentence when I wake up every day, I am awesome! 】

……

Song Chubai didn't care about the tall buildings built in the post, he only cared about posting pictures and playing games, as for the others, he really didn't think much about them.

After going through a few levels and leaving countless golden sentences, Song Chubai felt a little bored, he yawned, and uninstalled this little game. As for the post, he also forgot about it.

Of course, Song Chubai didn't know at this time that the golden sentences he left quickly spread from the forum, and even affected many online platforms.

This brings a little vitality to the serious and serious cyberspace. People find it seems that speaking some interesting language here will be very relaxing, and even the communication has become much more relaxed and happy.

As for the post left by Song Chubai, it was also put on top by the forum administrator.

But this is all for later, right now, Song Chubai is still more concerned about another issue.

He doesn't seem to have any money, and he doesn't know where his ID card is.

When Song's mother asked him to come out, she didn't seem to give him her ID card.

Without an ID card, it means that he is a criminal, and he can't even apply for a WeChat account.

Fortunately, there is a phone card in this phone, so you can still make calls if you need anything, although he doesn't like answering the phone that much.

When I first arrived, it was really inconvenient.Song Chubai propped up his small face, thinking a little distractedly.

Upstairs, Duan Yimo looked at the dazed Song Chubai in the surveillance video, and tapped twice on the phone screen with his fingertips.

The manor is full of cameras, and as long as he wants to see it, he can call up the monitoring screen at any time.

In the past, he didn't open the monitoring screen very much, but now that there is another Song Chubai, he spends more time watching the monitoring screen.

Duan Yimo hooked his lips, exited the surveillance video, and tapped the dial key twice with his fingertips.

At the same moment, the cell phone in Song Chubai's hand rang suddenly, his hand trembled, and he almost threw the cell phone out.

Fortunately, his rationality reminded him that he only had such a mobile phone, and he couldn't just throw it out casually.

After taking a deep breath, Song Chubai pressed the answer button, carefully held the phone to his ear, and tentatively said, "Hello, how are you?"

"Song Chubai." Duan Yimo's deep voice came from the phone.

Through the mobile phone, his voice seemed a little more magnetic, which made Song Chubai's ears tingle.

Song Chubai rubbed his ears uncomfortably, and replied softly, "I'm here."

"Bored?" Duan Yimo's tone was light, and no emotion could be heard.

Song Chubai froze for a moment, and blurted out a sentence, "How do you know?"

Is this a tacit understanding?

No, what kind of tacit understanding can he have with him?

Song Chubai looked around and found nothing wrong, so he couldn't help being even more curious, "Mr. Duan, how did you know?"

"Guess." Duan Yimo said casually, and took the initiative to change the topic, "You can go out for a stroll if you are bored, as long as you don't stay in the manor."

These words reminded Song Chubai that he hadn't settled the garden yet.

No, is it coming?

Song Chubai's eyes lit up, and he responded, "Okay! Thank you Mr. Duan, then I'll hang up!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Duan Yimo's consent, he hung up the phone directly.

After hanging up the phone, Song Chubai took a deep breath. He really didn't like answering the phone.

Putting the phone in his pocket, Song Chubai left the villa under the sun, and went to tidy the garden again.

The area he tidied up yesterday has shown a bit of vitality. In a few days, the flowers should slowly bloom, and by then, the whole garden should be very different.

Thinking of that scene, Song Chubai became full of energy.

Song Chubai rolled up his sleeves and started to get busy again.

In the bedroom upstairs, in front of the French windows, Duan Yimo was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes followed Song Chubai's figure, his eyes were heavy, he didn't know what he was thinking.

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After a busy day, Song Chubai only felt back pain, but he still had to cook dinner, and after dinner he had to give Duan Yimo a massage.

If he had known that he would not have any energy left, Song Chubai thought secretly, and soon made dinner.

After dinner, Duan Yimo wiped his mouth gracefully, looked at Song Chubai and said, "Come upstairs with me."

"Okay!" Song Chubai responded, and obediently followed Duan Yimo to the elevator.

After the elevator door opened, Song Chubai hesitated for two seconds before walking in.

The experience during the day was still vivid in his memory, which made him more or less scared, his little hands couldn't help propping up on Duan Yimo's wheelchair, and his pink fingertips seemed to be trembling slightly.

Duan Yimo looked down, looking at the smooth fingertips with a touch of flesh pink, his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Slightly upwards, you can see the slender fingers that look like light white, and the flowing blue blood vessels are faintly visible on the back of the hand. Under the light of the elevator, there is an inexplicable sense of fragility.