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

When Duan Yimo returned to the bedroom from the study, what he saw was the vase by the window sill.

A few bouquets of flowers were inserted in the vase, obviously just randomly inserted, but it brought some vitality to this lonely room.

He pursed his lips and controlled the wheelchair towards the window.

Opening the curtain a little, Song Chubai's figure fell into his eyes.

He seemed to have endless energy, running around in the garden with a big smile on his face, although the sun was glaring, but his smile seemed to be a little brighter than that smile.

Smart and cute, like a little sun, illuminating his dark world.

Duan Yimo's hand holding the curtain slightly tightened.

Things seemed to exceed his expectations, some emotions got off the rails and gradually became uncontrollable.

The haze surged in the eyes, and the desire to destroy rose from the eyes.

He hates feeling out of control, it makes him feel out of control.

and so……

Duan Yimo looked at Song Chubai with a hint of danger in his eyes.

The next second, the busy person suddenly stopped, looked up and looked towards him, with a brighter smile on his face.

Duan Yimo's body froze slightly.

"Mr. Duan!" Song Chubai waved his hand from below and called out loudly, "Do you want to come down for tea?"

"The weather is fine now!"

Duan Yimo pursed his lips, the haze in his eyes dissipated, and he regained his former calm.

He drew the curtains and stopped looking at Song Chubai.

Downstairs in the garden, Song Chubai scratched his head in doubt, is he going to come down or not?

Forget it, let's soak first, what if he comes down?

Song Chu went to make tea in a hurry, and just after making the tea, he saw Duan Yimo get off in a wheelchair.

He ran over quickly, and naturally pushed the wheelchair towards the small pavilion.

"The chrysanthemum tea made today is for clearing away heat and detoxifying." Song Chubai explained while pushing the wheelchair, "I see that you must have gotten angry after drinking so much wine yesterday."

Duan Yimo responded with a faint "hmm".

Song Chubai poured Duan Yimo a cup of tea and brought it in front of him, "Taste it."

His eyes were shining with anticipation.

Duan Yimo raised his hand, took the teacup, and took a sip.

"Not bad." He didn't hesitate to praise himself.

Song Chubai chuckled, "Drink your tea slowly, Mr. Duan, I bought vegetable seeds, I'll plant them first."

Duan Yimo:? ?

"Vegetable seeds?" he repeated.

"Yes." Song Chubai nodded, "I was tidying up the garden and found that there was still a vacant piece of land in the southeast corner. I thought it would be a waste to be empty, so I simply bought vegetable seeds."

"Vegetable seeds are very cheap, only five yuan for ten packs."

After a pause, he said embarrassingly again: "I picked up these five yuan from the floor of the warehouse."

He took a peek at Duan Yimo, saw that his expression was the same, and then continued: "I didn't intend to use your money on purpose, but I don't have any money with me, and you have my ID card. No, so..."

Before he finished speaking, a black card was handed to him.

Song Chubai raised his head and looked at Duan Yimo in surprise.

"My secondary card." Duan Yimo explained, "Swipe it casually."

Song Chubai: Wow——

Is this the atmosphere of the rich?

"Really brush it for me?" Song Chubai asked tentatively.

Duan Yimo took a sip of chrysanthemum tea, and then said in a deep voice: "You are mine, you swipe my card, is there a problem?"

There is nothing wrong with this logic!Song Chubai patted his head, smiled, and put away the black card.

Duan Yimo is so kind, he will definitely work hard to heal his leg!

After accepting the black card, Song Chubai went to grow vegetables.

He believes that they will have fresh vegetables to eat soon!

Duan Yimo was in the small pavilion, drinking tea, dealing with work, and occasionally looked up at Song Chubai, the scene was very warm for a while.

Time passed in a flash, and a few days passed in a blink of an eye.

After planting the vegetables, Song Chubai ran to the study to read books on medicine.

The more he understands the structure of the human body, the more uncertain he is about curing Duan Yimo.

This made Song Chubai feel uneasy, and couldn't help but ask the system.

【Qiqi, do you think I can really cure Duan Yimo? 】

Qiqi quickly replied: "Yes, host, I believe in you."

Song Chubai sighed lightly, "But I don't believe myself."

Qiqi paused for a few seconds, and gave a small reminder, "Host, you can communicate more with the mission target, maybe there will be surprises."

【Host, you are special, so you can definitely cure him. 】

Encouraged by Qi Qi, Song Chubai decided to talk to Duan Yimo.

So that night, when he was routinely massaging Duan Yimo's calf, he couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Duan, do you really feel nothing if I massage you like this?"

These tentative words made Duan Yimo squint his eyes.

He looked at Song Chubai, as if he wanted to see something from his face.

But he had an open face, with pure curiosity and doubt on his face, and he couldn't see any other thoughts.

Duan Yimo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the slender eyelashes cast a shadow on the eye socket, covering the light in the eyes.

"Yes." He said the truth, "I have a little feeling."

His eyes fell on Song Chubai's slender and fair hands, his voice was low and hoarse, and his tone was tinged with deep meaning.

"I can feel the temperature of your hand."

It was warm and scorching hot, even though it was still through the pants, it left a temperature on his skin.

Song Chubai's eyes lit up, "Really?"

His surprise did not seem to be fake, and Duan Yimo would not discourage his enthusiasm, and responded lightly: "Yes."

"That's great!" Song Chubai raised a big smile, "In this case, I will massage you for an extra half an hour every day."

"Oh, by the way, do you want to see a doctor? You can feel my temperature, does it mean that I'm getting better?"

"How about we contact the doctor tomorrow?"

Duan Yimo curled his lips lightly, "They are useless."

He stretched out his hand, grasped Song Chubai's wrist, lifted it up a little bit, and held his fingertips, and clasped it down a little bit, slowly, clasped his fingers tightly.

Bending down, he was almost in front of him, and the warm breath sprayed on Song Chubai's face, making his porcelain white face turn red.

"Duan... Mr. Duan?"

Song Chubai's voice trembled a little, and the roots of his ears were blushing, even spreading to his neck.

"Huh?" Duan Yimo responded in a low voice, and moved closer, "Little guy, you're shy."

"So easy to be shy? Huh?"

"Then if..."

His lips landed on his lips unexpectedly.