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

"Are you questioning my ability?" Duan Yimo narrowed his eyes and asked with some danger.

Song Chubai shook his head and said, "No, haha!"

He felt a little embarrassed laughing, but it was not as embarrassing as he was in the car before.

So this kind of thing, he has learned a little bit.

As long as he doesn't feel embarrassed, it's someone else who is embarrassed!

Song Chubai thought confidently, and said at the same time: "It's getting late, go to sleep quickly."

As he spoke, he broke free from Duan Yimo's hand, and ran to the bed to lie down.

Anyway, they sleep everywhere, and there is no difference between sleeping upstairs and downstairs.

Duan Yimo looked at the small bulge on the bed, clicked his tongue lightly, then controlled the wheelchair and walked towards the bed.

Song Chubai quietly opened his eyes, wanting to see how Duan Yimo went to bed, maybe he could help when necessary.

In the next second, he saw that Duan Yimo pressed something, and the original wheelchair began to deform like a Transformer.

Soon, the wheelchair became a small bed, and even the armrests on both sides hung down. Duan Yimo only needs to roll gently to get onto the big bed.

Song Chubai:? ?

And this kind of operation?

It's a rich man's toy.

He was sure that this wheelchair cost at least hundreds of thousands!

As soon as his mind was empty, he forgot to cover up his sleep, his eyes were wide open, and his fair face was full of doubts.

Duan Yimo supported the wheelchair, stretched his arms, went straight to the bed, and lay down.

"Still asleep?" He said lightly, and pulled the quilt to cover his legs.

"Sleep asleep." Song Chubai closed his eyes, imitating Duan Yimo, pulled the quilt, only showing a pair of eyes.

Duan Yimo turned off the light, and darkness struck instantly, covering the entire room.

The room was eerily quiet, only Song Chubai's shallow breathing could be heard.

Duan Yimo turned his head to look at Song Chubai, the light was dim, and he could only vaguely see a silhouette, but this wonderful feeling of someone beside him still caused a ripple in Duan Yimo's heart.

He didn't feel sleepy, just looked at Song Chubai like that.

Song Chubai originally just pretended to be asleep, and fell asleep after pretending.

His breathing gradually stabilized, and he smacked his lips occasionally, probably because he ate something delicious in his dream.

The voice from next to his ear made Duan Yimo feel less sleepy. This was the first time that there was someone next to him when he was resting.

Once, loneliness surrounded him, but now, the loneliness seemed to be diluted by Song Chubai's breathing, and there was a faint strange smell in the air, they surrounded him, as if they wanted to invade his body.

He relaxed his body, and felt the atmosphere of Song Chubai in this room little by little.

Surrounded by this breath, the tight strings in his mind seemed to gradually relax, his eyelids gradually sank, and he finally felt sleepy.

In the next second, a leg rested on his waist, and Song Chubai's body leaned over him.

Hot and scorching hot.

Duan Yimo lost his sleepiness all of a sudden, he looked up at Song Chubai, he was still sleeping soundly, but his sleeping position was a bit irregular.

His legs were around his waist, and his hands were also put together, like a koala.

The small face rubbed against his chest restlessly, and the hair was fluffy, which brought a little itching.

The drowsiness that had been brewing was broken like this, and what followed was another strange emotion.

An unprecedented strange reaction.

Even through the clothes, he could feel Song Chubai's body temperature.

That was completely different from his body temperature.

It's easy for people to feel greedy, and they want to keep this scorching heat and keep it by their side forever.

Duan Yimo's eyes gradually darkened, and in the darkness, he stared at Song Chubai with burning eyes, as if he wanted to devour him.

Unknowingly, the sun rose, and the morning sun brought the first ray of light, shining into the room, bringing some light.

Through this faint light, Duan Yimo saw Song Chubai's little ruddy face.

I slept soundly.Duan Yimo thought with downcast eyes, seemed a little helpless, and sighed softly.

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Song Chubai slept until twelve o'clock in the noon. When he woke up, Duan Yimo had already changed his clothes and was sitting in a wheelchair with a laptop computer to deal with work.

Seeing him waking up, Xu Shi closed the laptop and said calmly, "Go wash up when you wake up."

"Oh." Song Chubai replied a few times in a daze.

After responding, his body didn't move.

Fortunately, Duan Yimo didn't urge him, he hugged the quilt, rubbed his face twice, and then slowly got up to wash up.

After tidying up and coming out, Song Chubai looked at Duan Yimo and said, "Mr. Duan, what do you want to eat? I'll do it."

"The food has been delivered." Duan Yimo tapped his fingers on the laptop, "I've already eaten."

Song Chubai responded and prepared to go downstairs for dinner.

"Then I go down first?"

"Yeah." Duan Yimo paused, and then said, "Enter the fingerprint of the elevator after eating."

"Huh?" Song Chubai was a little surprised, he thought that with his temperament, he would not be allowed to go up and down the stairs casually.

Duan Yimo didn't explain anything, just said: "Let's go eat first."

Song Chubai didn't move, he took two steps towards Duan Yimo out of curiosity, squatted down, raised his face, and looked at Duan Yimo.

"Mr. Duan, why do you want me to register fingerprints?"

"If I can go up and down the stairs casually, aren't you afraid that I will do something?"

"What if I'm a bad guy?"

Duan Yimo: ...

He raised his hand, pressed it on Song Chubai's head, and rubbed it.

"good."

If Song Chubai was a bad guy, then he would be a vicious guy.

Although he is no different from the villain now.

Duan Yimo clicked his tongue lightly, "I do things for no reason."

He didn't need to explain to anyone why he did what he did.

Even Song Chubai is the same.

"Okay——" Song Chubai obediently responded, and scratched his hair to make it more messy, but he felt that it seemed to be better.

He got up, and soon went downstairs to eat.

After eating, Duan Yimo took him to record the fingerprints, not only the elevator fingerprints, but also the fingerprints of each door, including the fingerprints of the study room.

It can be said that Song Chubai can go wherever he wants now, and Duan Yimo has given him absolute trust.

After being able to go anywhere, Song Chubai stopped running around.

He was busy tidying up the garden in the afternoon. After so many days, he dealt with all the weeds and dead flowers in the garden. Now the whole garden looks brand new and full of vitality.

Song Chubai also found two vases from the warehouse on the first floor, picked a few flowers, and put them in the vases. One was placed in the hall on the first floor, while the other was placed in Duan Yimo's bedroom.