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

Song Chubai was startled for a moment.

He didn't think of this question at all, how did he figure it out?

"No!" Seeing that Duan Yimo was about to get angry, Song Chubai said quickly, "I definitely didn't mean that."

Duan Yimo saw that Song Chubai's expression did not seem to be fake, so his expression softened a little.

His gaze fell slightly, and fell on Song Chubai's hands holding his calves, which were slender and tender, completely different from his hands.

And, it's not just the looks that are different.

He can also let his calf feel his heat.

That is the warmth that can be felt even through pajama pants.

Duan Yimo's eyes were heavy and he was silent, which actually made Song Chubai a little uncertain about his thoughts.

He observed his expression, um...he really couldn't notice anything.

He didn't have much experience with humans, so he could guess what the cat owner's expression meant, but he couldn't figure out what to guess about humans, especially the mission target.

After sighing a little from the bottom of his heart, Song Chubai simply fell silent and didn't say anything.

If he said too many mistakes, he might as well not say anything.

In the silence, half an hour passed quickly.

The sky was getting dark, and the clock had already reached nine o'clock without knowing it.

Nine o'clock is Duan Yimo's rest time.

"Okay." Duan Yimo said lightly, "Go down."

He issued an expulsion order, but to Song Chubai's ears, this expulsion order was more like a pardon.

He responded, and couldn't hide the happy expression on his face.

Duan Yimo observed his expression, he was very happy to see him, and narrowed his eyes.

It seems that his little daughter-in-law doesn't want to stay with him, tsk.

He hooked his lips, reached out suddenly, and grabbed Song Chubai's wrist who was about to leave.

Song Chubai looked back at him subconsciously, "Mr. Duan?"

Obviously he was standing, he was sitting, but for no reason, Song Chubai just felt that his aura was a little lower. Could this be the aura of a big boss?

"So happy to leave here?" Duan Yimo's tone was light, and he couldn't hear any joy or anger, but Song Chubai just felt that he was angry.

Probably some animal-like intuition, Song Chubai quickly said, "No!"

"I just... just thought you should rest!"

"I'm glad that you can enter the wonderful dreamland!" Duan Yimo slightly raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect Song Chubai to say that.

After a second pause, he laughed lowly.

"You are sweet."

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes turned upward slightly, falling on Song Chubai's lips.

"I just don't know if it tastes the same sweet."

Song Chubai pursed his lips subconsciously, and the originally pink lips were stained with water.

This simple action fell into Duan Yimo's eyes, but it seemed very seductive.

There was a flash of danger in his eyes, and the face that was smiling just now suddenly became cold again.

Let go of Song Chubai's hand, and said in a cold tone: "You go."

Song Chubai nodded, and said with a soft voice, "Good night".

Then, without hesitation, he turned and left.

The door was closed from the outside, and the desertedness of the past returned to the bedroom.

The room was terribly quiet, and the loneliness spread around Duan Yimo.

Duan Yimo's eyes were gloomy, and Song Chubai's "good night" seemed to be still echoing in his ears, which was a bit seductive.

He chuckled again.

"Good night."

A low sound echoed in the room, dispelling the deadly silence.

Song Chubai quietly breathed a sigh of relief when he returned downstairs.

A certain person is really too difficult to serve, and he will be caught if he shows a little bit that is not in line with his wishes.

"Sigh." Song Chubai sighed, always feeling that the mood of the task target in this world was even more unstable.

So how can he cure his disease?

This is a real problem.Song Chubai hugged the pillow and tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

I don't know how long it took, but he barely fell asleep.

The consequence of staying up late at night was that Song Chubai fell asleep until noon the next day, and when he woke up, he was in a daze.

He slowly got up and cleaned up, and when he left the bedroom to get some food first, when he passed by the living room, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

He took two steps back, turned his head, and saw the strange man sitting on the sofa, and Duan Yimo sitting opposite him.

Song Chubai's eyes widened suddenly.

This... this... there are still guests here? !

Perhaps Song Chubai's expression was so surprised that the strange man burst out laughing.

"Brother Duan, is this the person the Duan family found for you to celebrate?"

Duan Yimo flipped through the documents in his hand, and casually responded with a "hmm".

The man stood up on his own initiative, walked up to Song Chubai, stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, my name is Qin Shu."

Song Chubai blinked, looked at Qin Shu curiously, and at the same time stretched out his hand, ready to shake hands with him.

Just as he reached out his hand, before he held Qin Shu's hand, he heard Duan Yimo say: "Song Chubai, come here."

Qin Shu first turned his head to look over, put down his hands with a smile on his face, "So your name is Song Chubai, a nice name."

Song Chubai saw that he had put down his hand, so he put it down naturally, "Yeah, hello, hello."

As he spoke, he raised his foot and walked towards Duan Yimo.

After walking to his side, he asked in a low voice, "Mr. Duan, what do you want from me?"

Duan Yimo raised his eyes faintly, glanced at Song Chubai, then at the seat next to him, and said in a calm tone, "Sit."

Song Chubai sat down obediently, with his back straight and his hands on his lap, like a pupil obediently listening to lectures.

Qin Shu, who was on the opposite side, couldn't help smiling again when he saw his sitting posture.

"This kid is so cute."

He said with a smile, leaning on the back of the sofa with one hand, just jumped up, leaped over the back of the sofa, and sat firmly on the sofa.

This series of handsome and natural movements caused Song Chubai to let out a small exclamation.

"Wow--"

Looks great.

Duan Yimo combined the materials in his hands and threw them on the coffee table, "If your plan is as natural and smooth as your movements, then you can pass it."

The implication of this is that it cannot pass.

Qin Shu laughed loudly, "Brother Duan, what you said is ruthless."

He picked up the proposal, "Actually, I think it's done pretty well."

He rolled his eyes and found that Duan Yimo had made some notes on it.

Not to mention, these annotations are the points he hesitated before.

Brother Duan is worthy of being Brother Duan, he found the problem at a glance.

Qin Shu straightened his expression, "I know, I will change it again."

Duan Yimo nodded lightly, glanced at the time, "You can go if you have nothing to do."

Don't get in the way here.