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

Duan Yimo looked at him meaningfully, as if he had other plans for him.

Song Chubai silently withdrew his hand, pretending nothing happened.

Yeah, nothing happened, he didn't hit him, he just relaxed.

Song Chubai turned his head and looked out the window.

Duan Yimo looked at Song Chubai's obviously guilty action, and gave a low laugh.

The little daughter-in-law is cute.

The car started slowly, the windows were closed tightly, the inside could see the outside, but the outside could not see the inside.

The baffle was also pulled up, and the driver in front couldn't hear the two talking.Therefore, Duan Yimo became more unscrupulous.

"Satisfied?" he asked, unable to hear his anger.

Song Chubai froze for a moment, then slowly turned his head and looked at Duan Yimo, "What?"

What are you satisfied with?

"Are you satisfied with what you have touched?" Duan Yimo asked.

Song Chubai:? ?

Two seconds later, he showed a suddenly realized expression.

It turned out that what he was talking about was dissatisfaction.

He was stumped for a while, in fact, he just skipped it accidentally, and didn't feel anything at all.

How would he answer?If the answer is not satisfactory, Duan Yimo will definitely be angry, right?

After all, men care about this very much.

Then the answer, there is only one person left.

"Satisfied!" Song Chubai nodded again and again, not forgetting to emphasize, "Very satisfied!"

Duan Yimo really showed a satisfied expression.

Seeing that he was satisfied, Song Chubai turned his head away again, as if refusing to communicate.

Fortunately, Duan Yimo didn't speak again after that, but looked at something with his mobile phone.

After returning to the manor, when Song Chubai pushed Duan Yimo in front of the elevator, he couldn't wait to say: "Mr. Duan, go to bed early, Mr. Duan, good night."

It must be late now, so it's time to go to bed!

People with poor health can't stay up all night!

Duan Yimo's fingertips pressed the elevator button, and at the same time stretched out his other hand, holding Song Chubai's wrist.

Song Chubai who was about to turn around and leave:? ?

"Mr. Duan?" He looked at him suspiciously.

Duan Yimo didn't look up, but said lightly: "Follow me."

While speaking, the elevator door slowly opened, Duan Yimo's subordinates exerted a little force, and took Song Chubai's hand to go into the elevator.

Song Chubai didn't dare to resist too much, and let Duan Yimo pull him into the elevator.

The elevator door closed and moved slowly. At the same time, Song Chubai asked, "What are you going up for?"

Duan Yimo just raised his eyes to look at him, opened his thin lips slightly, and spit out two words.

"massage."

Song Chubai suddenly realized that he almost forgot what happened.

"That's good." Song Chubai nodded, thinking in his heart that after ten minutes of his massage, he would be able to come down to sleep.

At that time, you can't have to face Duan Yimo for a while!

Soon, the elevator reached the second floor, and Song Chubai followed Duan Yimo to his bedroom as usual.

The bedroom was still empty and calm, and the empty big bed was facing the door, which always made people feel weird.

But Song Chubai didn't bother with this problem, he quickly squatted down, stretched out his hand, pinched Duan Yimo's calf, and squeezed it.

Asked curiously: "Do you feel it?"

If he didn't feel it, why did he keep massaging his legs?

He can press other places to let Duan Yimo see his superb massage skills.

Duan Yimo glanced at him lightly, did not answer his question directly, but asked instead: "What do you think?"

Song Chubai, do you know what is special about him?

When Song Chubai heard this, he said carelessly: "I definitely don't feel it."

Both legs are disabled, how could they feel it?

After he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something, and quickly peeked at Duan Yimo for a day, seeing that his expression was calm and seemed not angry, so he said again: "But don't worry, your legs will definitely be fine."

He came here for this, for his mission, and he also believed that his legs would be fine.

Duan Yimo's eyes flickered when he heard Song Chubai's determined tone.

"is it?"

His tone was calm, as if he hadn't expected to get any answer, but his eyes were fixed on Song Chubai, and the depths of his eyes were even deeper.

Song Chubai nodded as a matter of course, "Of course!"

"I've recently been studying medicine."

He hesitated for two seconds, "Although the progress is a bit slow."

After all, medicine is notoriously difficult to learn. Although he has a veterinary background, humans and animals are not the same.

Humans are much more complicated than animals.

And it is much harder to serve than animals.

Song Chubai thought in his heart, and at the same time said: "I guess it will take three to five years, haha, I should be able to learn something."

As for the healing of Duan Yimo's leg...it always feels so far away.

But he must have faith!

Song Chubai raised his head, looked at Duan Yimo seriously, and said in a firm tone, "Don't worry, I will definitely be able to cure you."

Duan Yimo looked at him, and for a moment, he even felt that the firm light in Song Chubai's eyes seemed to burn his eyes and scald his heart.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he pursed his lips lightly. Greedy thoughts arose in his heart. Under the greedy thoughts, he responded softly with the word "um".

Song Chubai let out a big smile.

"Until my leg is cured." Duan Yimo's voice was a little hoarse, "Don't leave me."

This was the first time that he wanted to keep a person, be it strong or despicable, by his side.

It's best not to leave for the rest of your life.

A decision was secretly made in her heart, and there seemed to be an undercurrent surging in the depths of her eyes that were as dark as thick ink.

Song Chubai didn't notice Duan Yimo's change, and he waved his hands carelessly and said, "Yeah, I won't leave you."

"Then do you want me to rub other places for you? For example, rub your shoulders?" He asked tentatively.

Duan Yimo rejected him.

Song Chubai: ...

ok...

After ten minutes of massage, Song Chubai was ready to go downstairs to sleep.

As soon as he stood up, Duan Yimo grabbed his wrist again.

He looked down at him with a bit of doubt on his face.

"Sleep here tonight." Duan Yimo said in a deep voice, looking carefully, the base of his ears seemed to be stained with a faint red.

Song Chubai obviously didn't understand Duan Yimo's meaning, he looked around and asked tentatively: "I'm laying a floor here."

Duan Yimo: ...

"Sleep with me." He became strong, "From today on, you will sleep with me."

Song Chubai blinked, and seemed a little unresponsive.

He hasn't cured his illness yet, so why did he end up sharing the same bed?

By the way, can a man with disabled legs use it?

Song Chubai's gaze lowered slightly, revealing a pensive expression.

Duan Yimo, who understood his expression, turned dark.