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

Being so close, Song Chubai could even feel Lu Chenhan's warm breath on his face.

He froze for a moment.

What is this strange numbness that seems to spread quickly from the tailbone to the limbs?

He was in a trance for a moment.

It was this moment of trance that fell into Lu Chenhan's eyes, which seemed to be the expression of being fascinated by him.

He hooked his lips, and murmured: "Now I have [-]% confidence in your words."

If you didn't really like him, why would you show such an obsessed expression?

As for stealing company information, perhaps, it was really a misunderstanding.

After all, up to now, Song Chubai has not succeeded in stealing it, has he?

Lu Chenhan's eyes flickered slightly, he sat up straight, picked up the newspaper again, and flipped through it.

When Song Chubai came back to his senses, Lu Chenhan had already turned two pages of the newspaper.

Song Chubai took a quick look at Lu Chenhan, and let out a soft breath.

He turned his head and looked out the car window.

The scenery on the side of the road disappeared in a flash, and changed from one scenery to another in a blink of an eye.

And the person who accompanied him to see the scenery was Lu Chenhan who was sitting next to him.

Time passed in a flash, and soon arrived at Lu's house.

Lu Chenhan moved out of the old house as early as after taking over the Lu Group, and now he is sitting in a villa by himself, not to mention how chic and comfortable he is.

There was no one else in the villa, it was empty and somewhat desolate for no reason.

Song Chubai followed behind Lu Chenhan, still not understanding why he brought him home.

While he was thinking, Lu Chenhan spoke.

"Can you cook?"

Song Chubai hesitated for a moment, then tentatively replied: "Know how to make cat food."

His cat loves his cat food.

Lu Chenhan frowned, thought for a second, and suddenly laughed.

"I'm a cat in your heart?"

His voice was rarely tinged with curiosity, "Then tell me, what kind of cat am I?"

This is the first time someone has used a cat to describe him.

Song Chubai knew that Lu Chenhan had misunderstood, but it seemed that it was too late to explain.

After pondering for two seconds, he said, "Maine Coon?"

The appearance is domineering, not angry and prestige, but the temperament does not match the domineering appearance.

Lu Chenhan didn't know much about cats, but the words Maine Coon cat sounded very expensive.

He nodded in satisfaction, ticking the corner of his mouth, "It seems that you really like me."

Song Chubai: ...

"Hmm...um." He replied vaguely.

"Go and cook." Lu Chenhan said with a hint of order.

People had to bow their heads under the eaves, Song Chubai responded, and obediently went to the kitchen to cook.

There are a lot of ingredients in the refrigerator, and it looks like it was just put in today, it is very fresh.

He picked two tomatoes and two eggs, and planned to cook a tomato egg noodle, anyway, Lu Chenhan didn't say what kind of feast he wanted to eat.

Soon, a bowl of hot tomato and egg noodles was brought to Lu Chenhan.

It is dotted with a little chopped green onion, which matches the red and yellow.

Lu Chenhan's eyes flickered slightly, and the scent lingering in his nose made him feel greedy.

He gave Song Chubai a meaningful look, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat.

Song Chubai sat across from him, just watching him finish eating the noodles, and even drank the soup.

"Not bad." Lu Chenhan praised, "You also know that I don't eat coriander, it seems that you know me very well."

Song Chubai silently lowered his head, he didn't have the nerve to say that it was because he didn't eat coriander that he forgot to put it for him.

Seeing that he was silent, Lu Chenhan only regarded him as acquiescing.

"Because you like me so much, I can give you a chance."

Song Chubai suddenly raised his head and looked at him expectantly.

Chance?what chance?Give him a chance to heal?

Song Chubai looked at Lu Chenhan expectantly.

Seeing his expectant look, Lu Chenhan twitched the corners of his mouth, with a little playfulness.

"If you can make me soft-hearted to you within a month, I will be with you."

Song Chubai:? ?

No, he doesn't want to be with him.

But obviously, his answer didn't matter.

Lu Chenhan made his own decision.

He got up, looked down at Song Chubai, and sneered, with a bit of coldness in his eyes.

And then...then he turned and went upstairs.

Song Chubai:? ?

Sure enough, it is easy for animals to understand, but it is really difficult for humans to understand.

Especially the mission target, who is moody and has no idea what is going on in his mind.

Song Chubai resigned himself to his fate and got up, simply cleaned up the dishes, then sat on the sofa in the living room and started to be in a daze.

The door was locked by Lu Chenhan, he couldn't get out at all, so he could only stay here temporarily.

Fortunately, there is still a mobile phone to play with. He browsed the news of the world and got a general understanding of the world.

Generally speaking, this world is not much different from the world he used to live in, probably because he was doing the mission for the first time, so he was given a similar world background?

While guessing, Song Chubai looked up things related to bipolar disorder.

Bipolar disorder, generally refers to bipolar affective disorder. When this kind of disease occurs, it usually manifests as alternating mania and depression. In simple terms, it is a moment of excitement and a moment of depression, as if the whole world has abandoned him generally.

It's just... hard to serve?

Song Chubai only had this thought in his mind after reading the relevant materials.

It didn't know when the sky darkened, and a strange sound suddenly came from upstairs.

Song Chubai stood up all of a sudden and looked up.

Lu Chenhan's figure appeared at the stairs, "Come up."

His tone was obviously irritable.

Song Chubai was stunned for a moment. Is this... an illness?

He tentatively walked upstairs, and as soon as he stepped on a step, he heard Lu Chenhan order: "Stop!"

Song Chubai paused, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Lu?"

"It seems that you are very obedient." The corners of Lu Chenhan's mouth curled up, "Since you are so obedient, come up."

Song Chubai's mouth twitched, he felt that Lu Chenhan was not suffering from bipolar disorder, but a fool.

Although he kept complaining in his heart, he still lifted his feet and walked upstairs.

When he reached the stairs, after he stood still, Lu Chenhan suddenly grabbed his arm, leaned forward, and there was a wall thump.

Song Chubai's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his appearance was reflected in his pure black pupils.

Under the dim light, the light and shadow projected into his eyes seemed to be tainted with ambiguity.

Lu Chenhan stared straight at him, his chest rose and fell irregularly.

As he got closer, he realized that this young man who cooked noodles was delicious and obsessed with him had such beautiful eyes.

The depression in my heart gradually dissipated under these eyes, leaving only a faint relaxation that seemed to be smoothed away.

He squinted his eyes, moved his throat, and touched Song Chubai's earlobe with his fingertips.

The soft, slightly cool earlobe shook slightly.In an instant, it was stained with a rouge-like red.