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

"Brother Duan, you are too ruthless." Qin Shu smiled again, "Isn't it said that the Duan family found you a happy little wife? Let me take a look."

"Little sister-in-law is indeed more interesting than the legend."

Qin Shu looked at Song Chubai and blinked at him, "If you need help, sister-in-law, you can tell me—"

When Song Chubai heard this, he even ignored the three words "little sister-in-law" in Qin Shu's dialect, and quickly responded: "Okay, okay."

Duan Yimo glanced at Qin Shu, "Why don't you leave?"

Qin Shu was stunned for a moment when he heard the bright order to chase away guests.

It seems that Brother Duan cares about this little sister-in-law very much.

"Okay!" Qin Shu picked up the proposal and stood up, "Brother Duan, I'm leaving first."

He said, and winked at Song Chubai, "Little sister-in-law, see you next time——"

After finishing speaking, before Duan Yimo got angry, he quickly slipped away.

As soon as Qin Shu left, only Song Chubai and Duan Yimo were left in the living room.

The relaxed atmosphere just now seemed to have frozen again.

Song Chubai turned his head to look at Duan Yimo, and asked tentatively, "Shall I cook?"

Duan Yimo looked at him, with a glint in his eyes, "Don't shake hands with other people next time."

"Especially those who are uneasy and well-intentioned."

Song Chubai:? ?

Uneasy kindness?Are you talking about Qin Shu?

But he thought Qin Shu was quite kind.

Xu Shi sensed what Song Chubai was thinking, and Duan Yimo's voice was tinged with coldness, "No matter who they are, you are not allowed to shake hands, understand?"

"Understood!" Song Chubai nodded. Isn't it just a handshake, or not. Anyway, there is more than one way of greeting.

After getting an affirmative answer, Duan Yimo's complexion improved a bit.

"If you want anything, just tell me."

Paused, as if emphasizing, "There is no need to find other people."

His little daughter-in-law doesn't need to ask other people for help.

Song Chubai complied obediently, blinked, and asked curiously, "Then what is Qin Shu here for?"

"Send the plan." Duan Yimo seemed unwilling to mention it more, "Someone delivered the lunch at noon, so there is no need to cook."

"Hey?" Song Chubai let out a light snort, so someone would bring food over, so what else would he cook?

That's right, if no one brings food, what did Duan Yimo eat before?

Song Chubai scratched his hair, feeling a little silly.

After lunch, Song Chubai volunteered to tidy up the garden again, and Duan Yimo unexpectedly got out of the villa.

He was holding a laptop, sitting in a wheelchair, placed the laptop on the small table equipped with the wheelchair, and was processing documents, occasionally looking up at the busy Song Chubai.Soon, he lowered his head and continued with his work.

There is an indescribable sense of harmony in this scene.

Song Chubai would occasionally look over to Duan Yimo, seeing that he had nothing to say, so he lowered his head and got busy again.

For several days, it was Song Chubai who was tidying up the garden, while Duan Yimo was handling the work with a notebook in the small pavilion outside the garden.

The two seem to have reached some kind of tacit understanding, and they are both doing their own things.

Until five o'clock in the afternoon on Saturday, Duan Yimo suddenly said to Song Chubai: "Want to go out to play tonight?"

Song Chubai's eyes lit up, he leaned forward, and almost couldn't wait to ask: "Is it okay?"

He has been in this world for almost half a month, and he hasn't gone out to play yet.

So when he heard Duan Yimo say that, he agreed without hesitation.

Duan Yimo curled his lips, and responded with a cold and reserved "Yes".

The two cleaned up briefly, and Song Chubai took the initiative to push Duan Yimo out.

This time, Duan Yimo did not stop Song Chubai from pushing his wheelchair.

The driver is already waiting at the door, and the pedals are already installed.

The car was specially modified, and there was a lot of space inside. There was only one seat in the back seat, and there was a special baffle in the middle. After pulling it up, the front row could not hear the sound from the back row.

Song Chubai pushed Duan Yimo into the car, and was about to go around and sit on the co-pilot in the front row. Just as he was about to get out of the car, he heard Duan Yimo say: "Sit here."

He was referring to the only place in the back seat.

Song Chubai sat down obediently, the car door was closed from the outside, and the fender was pulled up by Duan Yimo. There were only him and Duan Yimo in the slightly empty back seat.

Song Chubai put his hands on his thighs, his back was straightened, and he looked like he was sitting upright.

Duan Yimo took a look and said, "You can relax."

Sitting so well, what are you trying to seduce him?

Song Chubai relaxed his body slightly, leaned back on the back of the chair, and turned his head to look at Duan Yimo.

"This seat is so soft."

It was the softest chair he had ever sat on.

"En." Duan Yimo took Song Chubai's hand and played with it.

Duan Yimo's fingertips were a little cool, and it was printed on the back of Song Chubai's hand, bringing a little coolness.

The sudden closeness made Song Chubai a little uncomfortable. He looked at it and asked tentatively, "Mr. Duan, what are we going to do?"

"A small party." Duan Yimo didn't hide it from him.

Song Chubai raised his head thoughtfully, the small party that Duan Yimo could take him to should be private in nature.

There shouldn't be many people.

Thinking of this, Song Chubai relaxed.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the Yuelai Clubhouse.

Under Duan Yimo's command, Song Chubai pushed him to the VIP box on the second floor of the clubhouse.

There were three men standing or sitting in the box, and when they saw Duan Yimo coming, the people who were sitting also stood up and yelled respectfully.

"Brother Duan."

Song Chubai also found an acquaintance inside, it was Qin Shu who came to the manor a few days ago.

Qin Shu also saw him, he winked at him, and nodded friendly.

"Qin Shu." Duan Yimo's warning voice sounded in the box.

Qin Bai shrugged and raised his hands, "Wrong, wrong."

How did he know that Brother Duan cared so much about Song Chubai.

This is really different from the previous brother Duan, who didn't care so much about one person.

This Song Chubai is also very powerful, he even beat Brother Duan to death.

A gleam flashed across Qin Shu's eyes, he was rather curious, what kind of magical power did Song Chubai have in him, that he was able to fascinate Brother Duan so much and defend him so much.

He didn't know what to think of, he rolled his eyes and soon had an idea.

After a simple exchange of pleasantries, Duan Yimo chatted with the others and said something that Song Chubai couldn't understand.

He was alone in the corner, bored.

At this time, Qin Shu handed him a glass of fruit wine, "Try it, it tastes good."

Song Chubai took the wine glass and thanked him.

Qin Shu responded without stopping, and soon joined Duan Yimo and the others in their chat.

Song Chubai took a sip of the wine in his hand, it was a bit sweet, his eyes lit up, and he drank the fruit wine in the glass bit by bit.

Inexplicably, my body began to heat up.