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

The kiss like a touch of water is lightly tasted, but it is enough to make both of their bodies startled slightly.

Song Chubai did not expect Duan Yimo to kiss him so suddenly.

But Duan Yimo didn't expect that the little daughter-in-law's lips were softer than expected.

Even, sweeter.

Fortunately, his powerful rationality allowed him to pull out in time, and took over what he had just said.

"how about this?"

What if it's a kiss?Will you be more shy?

There was no need for Song Chubai to answer aloud, the little face as red as a ripe red apple already explained the problem.

Duan Yimo chuckled lightly, feeling extremely happy.

"so cute."

His voice is a bit hoarse, but also a bit mature and sexy.

Song Chubai turned his head away, not daring to look at Duan Yimo, but let out a small "um" from his nasal cavity.

Cute or something is not a description of a boy.But...he really didn't dare to open his mouth to speak, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would moan uncontrollably.

That's too humiliating.

Song Chubai lowered his head and stopped talking.

Duan Yimo saw that he was really shy, after all, he didn't make things difficult for Song Chubai anymore.

After the massage, the two of them lay down on the bed and slept as usual.

Song Chubai turned sideways, turned his back to Duan Yimo, and pressed his body tightly against the side of the bed, telling himself to himself that he must not move an inch towards Duan Yimo.

Duan Yimo looked at his back, his eyes flickered slightly, and he pursed his slightly pale lips.

The lights dimmed, and only the light of the moon came into the room.

Time passed by little by little, and Song Chubai fell asleep before he knew it.

Duan Yimo has been waiting, waiting for Song Chubai to fall asleep, and waiting for Song Chubai to fall asleep like before, when he falls asleep, he will rush to his side and hug him.

But after waiting for a long time, Song Chubai kept that posture unchanged, which made Duan Yimo frown.

"Song Chubai?"

He gave a low cry, and the only answer was his shallow breathing.

It seemed that he was really asleep.Duan Yimo thought deeply, grabbed his leg with his big hand, and moved it to the middle of the bed.

It was obviously just a simple movement, but it took most of his strength.

Duan Yimo's breathing gradually sank, this feeling of uncontrollable body made him feel crazy more than once.

His disability came too inexplicably, but one day, when he woke up, he lost feeling in his legs.

At first, he thought that someone had poisoned him, and investigated for a long time, but no matter how he investigated, there was no evidence that someone poisoned him.

His disability was like a punishment from heaven, so no matter how many doctors he hired, there was no way to heal his leg.

Because his legs, no matter from which side of the inspection, there is no problem.

The cells are active, the nerves are online, but there is no sensation.

He spent countless dark nights, even holding the idea that since the heavens did not allow him to be well, he also did not want others to be well, and made one extreme plan after another.

But those plans were interrupted because of Song Chubai's arrival.

Duan Yimo stared straight at Song Chubai's back, his originally pitch-black pupils faintly showed a tinge of blood.

Breathing gradually became heavy, his chest heaved up and down, he finally moved to Song Chubai's side, and then stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around his waist.

The touch from his fingertips gave Duan Yimo a sense of peace of mind, he squinted his eyes, and a look of enjoyment appeared on his face.

Song Chubai in his sleep seemed to feel something, smacked his lips, turned over, his legs were naturally placed on Duan Yimo's body, his small hands also wrapped around his waist, and his small face rubbed against his. Arms, sleep more soundly.

Duan Yimo's mouth twitched.

This is the correct open position for him to sleep.

Finally hugging him into his arms, Duan Yimo sighed contentedly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he closed his eyes slowly, and fell asleep.

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The next day, Song Chubai, who rarely woke up early, found himself in a position where almost his entire body was pressed against Duan Yimo's body.

He took a quick look at Duan Yimo, and then carefully took off his hands and feet. Seeing that Duan Yimo was still awake, he got up lightly and went to wash up.

What Song Chubai didn't know was that the moment he turned around, Duan Yimo, who was supposed to be asleep, opened his eyes.

He looked at his back with a rare smile in his eyes.

After confirming that his massage was effective, Song Chubai went to give Duan Yimo a massage if he had nothing to do.

After half a month of massaging, Duan Yimo found that even if Song Chubai didn't touch his legs, he seemed to have a little feeling.

This is undoubtedly good news.

For this reason, Duan Yimo also promised Song Chubai a condition, if there is anything in the future, he can ask him at any time, no matter what it is, he can do it for him.

Song Chubai, who got this promise, did not take pride in being favored, and still had that heartless appearance.

Duan Yimo also pampered him, allowing him to plant the garden with fruits and vegetables.

Half a month is enough for the vegetables to germinate, and the tender green color in a sea of ​​bright purples and reds seems to have a different attitude.

In addition to giving Duan Yimo a daily massage and planting fruits and vegetables, Song Chubai also expanded the scope of exploration.

This manor is very large. In addition to the villa and garden, there is also a large swimming pool and even a small fish pond.

The fish pond is hidden among the rocky rockeries. Looking down from the rockery, you can also see red swimming koi.

Song Chubai went fishing when he had nothing to do, and most of the time he couldn't catch any fish, even if he caught them, he would put them back into the fish pond.

Duan Yimo has been by his side to accompany him.

He makes trouble, he laughs.

Another half a month later, the Mid-Autumn Festival is here.

There was a special message from the old house, hoping that Duan Yimo would take Song Chubai home for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Duan Yimo didn't feel much about Mid-Autumn Festival, but he still asked Song Chubai for his opinion.

Song Chubai didn't want to go, but he couldn't find a reason to refuse, so he could only bite the bullet and nodded.

That night, Duan Yimo brought Song Chubai back to the old house.

Duan Yimo was originally an only son, but Duan's father was a restless one. He kept many mistresses outside, and a mistress had means. She gave birth to a son.

Especially after Duan Yimo's legs became disabled for no reason, this illegitimate child gradually gained a sense of presence at home.

After all, everyone thought that the disabled Duan Yimo was unable to manage the Duan family business, even though the Duan family company was only a small and medium-sized company in China.

Song Chubai didn't know about these twists and turns of the Duan family, he only thought that Duan Yimo had a younger brother, so naturally he couldn't make others look bad, so when Duan Xuan came up to talk to him, he answered honestly.