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

Duan Yimo's eyes darkened, and his hand holding the armrest of the wheelchair tightened slightly.

Seeing that Song Chubai had such a good attitude, Duan Xuan looked at Duan Yimo provocatively.

Everyone said that Duan Yimo was better than him, but he is disabled now, and his wife greeted him with a smile, it must be interesting to him.

Duan Xuan couldn't help thinking, if he cuckolded Duan Yimo, wouldn't that prove that he was better than him?

Thinking of this, Duan Xuan's eyes towards Song Chubai became a little more malicious.

Song Chubai shuddered inexplicably and sneezed.

He bent down, leaned close to Duan Yimo's ear, and whispered, "Your brother is so strange."

Duan Yimo raised his eyebrows, "Strange?"

"Yes." Song Chubai observed Duan Yimo's face, and said in a low voice: "I don't like him a little bit."

Duan Yimo suddenly felt happy, "It's right not to like it."

He hooked his lips, "Don't pay attention to him, just stay by my side obediently."

"Hmm!" Song Chubai could also see now that the relationship between Duan Yimo and his younger brother seemed not to be very good.

After everyone was seated, the family banquet began.

First of all, Father Duan, who was in the main seat, spoke first, "Duan Yimo, why don't you introduce the person next to you?"

"Song Chubai." Duan Yimo said lightly, "My wife."

Song Chubai silently lowered his head, his ears were stained with a touch of red.

Although he already knew that he came to Duan Yimo's side as Chongxi, but being recognized by him as his "wife" in public still caused a rippling in Song Chubai's heart.

The others were more or less surprised when they heard this.

When they chose the Song family for Duan Yimo, it was because the Song family had no daughters. Duan Yimo is such a proud person, he will definitely not become a man as his wife.

But unexpectedly, Duan Yimo actually admitted it.

A gleam flashed across Father Duan's eyes, and he said with a smile: "It seems that you are very satisfied with the wife we ​​chose for you, very good, very good."

Duan Xuan on the side also echoed: "Brother, you are really blessed, I see sister-in-law..."

He paused on purpose, meaning nothing.

"pretty good."

Obviously those few words are still there, but it gives people a very uncomfortable feeling.

Duan Yimo's eyes turned cold, and he put the chopsticks on the table with a snap.

"I think some people don't want to eat this Mid-Autumn Festival meal tonight."

"Where there is, there is nothing." Duan's mother tried to smooth things over.

Song Chubai also tugged at Duan Yimo's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, let's eat first."

The Duan family doesn't seem to like Duan Yimo very much.

If he had known this earlier, he would not have agreed to come over.

For Song Chubai's sake, Duan Yimo didn't lose his temper on the spot. He picked up the chopsticks, held the food for Song Chubai, and said lightly, "Eat."

This Mid-Autumn Festival meal was very depressing, and after the meal, Duan's father went to talk to Duan Yimo alone, while Song Chubai sat on the sofa in the living room, obediently waiting for Duan Yimo return.

A few minutes after sitting down, Duan Xuan walked over with a plate of fruit.

"Sister-in-law." He smiled a little greasy, and Song Chubai was shocked when he saw it.

Now, social phobia came up again, he silently lowered his head and remained silent.

Seeing that Song Chubai didn't speak, Duan Xuan took the initiative to attack again: "Sister-in-law, do you want to eat fruit? I washed it myself just now."

He said this, as if it was a great thing for him to wash a piece of fruit himself.

"No need." Song Chubai sat aside a little, "I'll just wait for him here."

Duan Xuan moved a little towards him, thinking he evoked a domineering smile, "Sister-in-law, I can give you what elder brother can give you."

"Oh, no, it should be said that I can give you what he can't give you."

"The company at home will soon be mine."

"Without the company's capital chain, he can't afford the rent of such a manor."

Song Chubai:? ?

rent?

Duan Yimo's manor is rented?

He widened his eyes and looked at Duan Xuan in disbelief.

When he was surprised, Duan Xuan moved closer.

"Sister-in-law, how about following me?"

He must be better than that disabled brother, no matter what, he must be better than the disabled brother!

As he said that, he wanted to kiss Song Chubai.

Song Chubai pushed him away all of a sudden, stood up quickly, pursed his lips tightly, and there was a bit of anger on his small face.

"Please respect yourself."

Duan Xuan laughed loudly, "Self-respect? Don't be ridiculous."

As Duan Xuan said, he wanted to pull Song Chubai, and the next second, he heard a gloomy voice ringing in his ears.

"Duan Xuan."

It was Duan Yimo's voice.

Duan Xuan froze.

Duan Yimo manipulated the wheelchair and quickly came to Song Chubai's side, holding his hand, feeling his slight trembling, his face became more serious, "It's okay, I'm here."

His tone was rare and gentle, with a faint hint of distress.

Song Chubai's face turned pale, he bit his lip lightly, lowered his head, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing a sense of broken fragility.

Duan Yimo glanced at Duan Xuan, as if looking at a dead person.

Duan Xuan's whole body was stiff, he was restrained by a look, and he didn't dare to move.

Duan Yimo didn't say anything more, and left the old house with Song Chubai first.

After returning to the manor, Duan Yimo coaxed Song Chubai to sleep first, and only when he saw that he was fast asleep did he make a call.

Half an hour later, in the hall downstairs, Duan Xuan was kneeling in front of Duan Yimo with his hands tied, his pupils dilated.

He seemed to be in disbelief that Duan Yimo was able to tie him up.

"Which hand touched him?" Duan Yimo was playing with a scalpel in his hand.

A cold light was reflected from the blade, which dazzled Duan Xuan's eyes.

"No." Duan Xuan shook his head again and again, "I never touched him!"

"Oh? Really?" Duan Yimo raised his hand, a cold light flashed, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Ahhh!" Duan Xuan yelled in pain, looking at his bloody left hand with a severed tendon, he couldn't hold on for a while, begging for mercy repeatedly, "Big brother, big brother, I really didn't touch him, really Didn't touch him!"

Duan Yimo hooked his lips with a bloodthirsty smile.

"is it?"

He asked indifferently, the cold blade just cut off the tendons in Duan Xuan's right hand.

Duan Xuan was in so much pain that his whole body broke out in a cold sweat, but in the end he couldn't hold on anymore and passed out.

Duan Yimo clicked his tongue lightly, "Send it back to the Duan family."

He is not a good-tempered person, he didn't care about it before, he just found it boring, but some people don't have eyes, and they want to touch Song Chubai.

Then don't blame him for being cruel.

After handing over the mess to his subordinates, Duan Yimo returned to the bedroom.

He hugged Song Chubai's body from behind, and the faint breath of blood and fire remained on his body, which made Song Chubai wake up suddenly.

"Mr. Duan?"

He called him, and what answered him was Duan Yimo's raging kiss.