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

With deep eyes, he said in a cold tone, "I'll check again in a few days."

"Okay." The doctor quickly responded, "Master Duan, if there's nothing else, I'll..."

"Let's go." Duan Yimo ordered, "Leave the medicine."

The doctor quickly responded, "Yes."

After leaving a bottle of allergy medicine, the doctor quickly left with his medical kit.

In the private room, Duan Yimo looked down at Song Chubai who was sleeping in his arms, gently stroking his blushing face with his fingertips.

After a while, he laughed softly.

"She looks pretty good when she's asleep."

He looked good just now, but it made him worry a little.

This experience is novel.

Although for a moment, he wanted to destroy everything around him.

"Tsk."

Duan Yimo clicked his tongue softly, suppressing the negative emotions in his heart caused by Song Chubai's almost accident, and looked down at his sleeping face quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Chubai slept soundly, completely unaware of what happened.

He only remembered drinking a glass of fruit wine that Qin Shu handed over, and then... nothing more.

When he woke up, he was still a little dazed, it was obviously still the familiar box, but the others had disappeared, and most importantly, he was hugged by Duan Yimo!

Could it be that when he was asleep, Duan Yimo told him...

Song Chubai touched his butt subconsciously, as if he didn't feel anything?

Duan Yimo saw that Song Chubai had woken up, and said lightly, "Are you awake?"

Song Chubai responded obediently, sat up straight automatically, and wanted to get off Duan Yimo's lap.

But as soon as he moved, Duan Yimo's big hand clasped his waist.

"Mr. Duan?" He called out tentatively.

"Do you know what happened just now?" Duan Yimo asked, with no expression on his face, his pupils were dark, and no emotion could be seen.

Song Chubai scratched his head, his already messy hair was messed up by his scratching.

He really couldn't remember anything, and when Duan Yimo asked him now, he could only guess tentatively: "I... I underestimated you?"

It's really possible for him to do such a thing when he was drunk.

But his current drinking capacity is too bad, can a glass of fruit wine get him drunk?

Obviously, when he drank with his cat owner before, he would only get drunk after drinking a bottle of beer, and then he would hug the cat owner and ravage him every time.

Thinking about it this way, he wouldn't treat Duan Yimo as his cat master, would he?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it was, Song Chubai waited anxiously for Duan Yimo's answer.

Duan Yimo narrowed his eyes and asked back, "What do you think?"

When asked this question, Song Chubai became even more disturbed.

What does he think you think, this is not what he thinks!

"I... I raped you?" Song Chubai changed the word.

A dim light flashed across Duan Yimo's eyes, and he followed his words, "Yeah."

Song Chubai:! !

He is too bold!How dare you ravage Duan Yimo!

Thinking of the introduction about Duan Yimo's identity in the background of the story, Song Chubai shuddered and said in a low voice: "I'm drunk, I don't know, I didn't mean it."

The big hands around his waist were hot, and they clasped his waist tightly, as if they wanted to rub him to the bone.

"Drunk?" A rare look of helplessness flashed across Duan Yimo's eyes.

"Not drunk," he explained. "You're allergic."

Song Chubai:? ?

"Allergies?" His eyes widened. He was allergic?Allergic to alcohol?

Nothing like this has ever happened before.

Oh, yes, this is not his body, it should be that this body is allergic to alcohol.

Song Chubai was thinking in his heart, he didn't dare to say this, he just said in a low voice: "I will definitely not drink in the future."

Allergic to alcohol, drunk and making mistakes, no matter how you look at it, it is not worthwhile.

Duan Yimo didn't explain the matter of the little pill, but just responded with a faint "hmm".

Song Chubai looked around and saw that the box was empty, and he was a little embarrassed at the moment, so he took the initiative to change the subject and said, "Where are the others?"

"Let's go." Duan Yimo's gaze fell slightly, and fell on Song Chubai's exposed skin. The bright red color that had been caused by the allergic reaction had disappeared, leaving only a fair patch of whiteness.

Embellished with a little pink, under the light, it smudges into an ambiguous color.

He raised his hand, pulled Song Chubai's shirt with one hand, and buttoned the third unbuttoned button.

The slight heat on his chest made Song Chubai couldn't help but lower his head. He saw that three buttons of his shirt had been unbuttoned at some point.In other words, a large area of ​​skin on the chest is exposed.

Song Chubai:! !

"I'll come, I'll come!" He said quickly, raised his hand to fasten the first two buttons, and pulled them up, not only covering the collarbone, but also covering the Adam's apple.

Duan Yimo's eyes flickered slightly, and his fingertips gently moved the third button.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but the button that was fastened just now was unbuttoned again.

Song Chubai:! !

"Mr. Duan, I'll do it myself!" He said in a loud voice, and quickly fastened the third button.

There seemed to be a pity in Duan Yimo's eyes.

But soon, his expression returned to normal, and he said lightly, "Did you have fun tonight?"

Song Chubai didn't know how to answer, he didn't play anything at all, he just drank a glass of fruit wine, and then he didn't remember anything.

Before he could answer, Duan Yimo curled his lips, and the corners of his mouth rose more than before, "I had a good time."

"Just be happy, just be happy, haha!" Song Chubai replied dryly.

A slight numbness came from his waist, causing Song Chubai's body to tremble slightly.

"Mr. Duan, it's getting late, why don't we go back?"

As he said, he was about to get up, but just as he was about to stand up, Duan Yimo grabbed him forcefully.

Song Chubai: ...

Can't he stand up today?

"Mr. Duan, go home?" He looked at Duan Yimo again and asked.

I don't know which word poked Duan Yimo, he squinted his eyes, his expression eased, and he slowly let go of his hand.

"Yes." He replied in a low voice, "Go home."

"Okay!" Song Chubai quickly stood up, lest Duan Yimo push himself back again, "I'll push you back."

He walked around to the back and took the initiative to push the wheelchair, without giving Duan Yimo a chance to refuse.

It's better to strike first, cut first and play later, he will do this kind of thing!

Fortunately, Duan Yimo didn't say anything, but let Song Chubai push him out.

After getting in the car, Song Chubai relaxed his body slightly, and casually slapped his hand aside, but because of the too much movement, he accidentally hit Duan Yimo's key part.

Song Chubai turned his head stiffly and looked over, only to see...