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

He is greedy because of him, and crazy because of him.

Black and white day and night, I can't tell how long the time has passed, Song Chubai is accompanied by only Duan Yimo who still has that darkness.

Being kissed and crushed over and over again, I don't know how many times I fell asleep, and my body seemed to be no longer my own.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Chubai woke up from the darkness again. He tried to move his fingers, but his body was so sore that he couldn't move.

The waist is still being hugged by Duan Yimo, and he can still feel the strength of that shackle.

"Mr. Duan?" Song Chubai recovered his voice, a little hoarse, "I didn't mean that."

He was still thinking about what Duan Yimo said before.

Duan Yimo lowered his eyes, hugged Song Chubai tightly, and did not speak.

"I just muttered something casually, and I didn't mean to leave you." Song Chubai continued to explain.

Duan Yimo is still silent, only the sound of shallow breathing and the big hand that is getting tighter and tighter shows that he is awake.

Seeing that Duan Yimo didn't respond, Song Chubai tentatively raised his hand and poked him in the chest.

Obviously he poked him, but his fingertips hurt first.

Song Chubai bit his lip lightly, and continued: "Don't be angry."

He took the initiative to lean over and kissed Duan Yimo's chin.

"Brother Duan?" He changed his name, and he really felt Duan Yimo's body stiffen.

Seeing the effect, Song Chubai continued, "Brother Duan, don't be angry, I will always be by your side."

In any case, let's talk about coaxing people first!

Although this small black room is quite nice, and it is the favorite place for those suffering from social phobia, but being forced to do this and that every day here, his body really can't bear it.

Song Chubai felt that if this continued, his social phobia would probably get better.

Under Song Chubai's soft coaxing, Duan Yimo finally opened his mouth.

"Do you still want to escape?"

His voice was low and hoarse, and he couldn't hear any emotion, but Song Chubai knew that this was a good opportunity.

"No escape, no escape."

He kept saying, "Brother Duan, think about it, where can I go if I run away?"

"I don't have an ID card, no money, and no skills, so I can only pick up trash when I escape."

Before he finished speaking, Duan Yimo interrupted him.

"Pick up trash?"

It was obviously just a repetitive word, but Song Chubai understood the meaning of his words strangely.

Picking up trash is also a means of making a living!

"No, no, no! It's impossible to pick up trash, and it's impossible to pick up trash in this life."

He almost raised three fingers to swear.

"So I can't live without you, I'm sure I won't run away!"

"I will hold your golden thigh tightly!"

As Song Chubai said, he really hugged Duan Yimo's leg.

Duan Yimo squinted his eyes, eyes accustomed to the darkness could vaguely see the expression on Song Chubai's face.

Sincere and flattering, well-behaved.

"Ah."

He finally took his word for it.

Song Chubai breathed a sigh of relief, he should be able to get out of bed, right?

He got up tentatively, and Duan Yimo also let go of him, and turned on the lamp beside the bed.

There was finally a glimmer of light in the room.

"Brother Duan." Song Chubai's voice softened, "I'm hungry, shall we go down for dinner?"

"I'll cook for you? What would you like to eat?"

Duan Yimo's eyes fell on Song Chubai, and there were traces of him falling on it.

"No need." He sat up as well, "Someone has already delivered it."

For the past three days, other people brought the food over, and then he fed it to him.

Seeing that Song Chubai didn't need to cook by himself for the time being, he nodded obediently and said, "Okay."

After the two of them tidied up briefly, Duan Yimo carried Song Chubai forcefully and went downstairs.

The dining table downstairs was full of steaming meals, but no one was there.

It can only be said that to be a rich man's servant, one must have the ability to appear and disappear.

Duan Yimo sat down with Song Chubai in his arms, and fed Song Chubai with interest.

Song Chubai wanted to refuse at first, but he was worried that he would be locked in a dark room if he would be angry again, so he could only let him feed himself.

After eating, the unexpected person appeared again.

It was the doctor from before, and also the ex-boyfriend he thought.

Song Chubai suddenly became vigilant, and quickly stood behind Duan Yimo, pretending that he didn't know anything.

Duan Yimo looked at Song Chubai strangely, and didn't say anything, he just looked at the doctor Li Duo and asked, "Did you bring the things I asked you to bring?"

Li Duo nodded, and took out a needle from the medical kit he carried with him, "By the way, Mr. Duan, do you just need to implant a positioning chip for Mr. Song?"

Duan Yimo responded with a "hmm".

Song Chubai:? ?

What position?

What chip?

He froze there for a moment.

After Li Zhuo got an affirmative answer, he walked towards Song Chubai.

"Mr. Song, please stretch out your left hand." Li Duo had a smile on his lips, and his tone could be considered gentle.

Song Chubai felt a little intrusive.

He looked at Duan Yimo and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to implant a positioning chip?"

Duan Yimo rubbed his hair, hooked his lips, "Good boy, this is just a precautionary measure."

A means of preventing him from escaping from him in case.

"Will it hurt?" Song Chubai asked in a low voice, the needle looked scary at first glance.

"It won't hurt very much." Li Duo replied from the side, "The nano-level positioning chip is very small, and it won't hurt too much when implanted."

Duan Yimo nodded, and comforted again: "It won't hurt very much."

Song Chubai: ...

I don't believe it.

Although he didn't believe it, he still stretched out his left hand and turned his head away, not daring to watch the implantation process.

In just two or three seconds, Song Chubai heard Li Duo say, "Okay."

Song Chubai:? ?

"Okay?" He turned his head in surprise, "Is this all right?"

He didn't feel anything yet.

Li Duo nodded, "I said it won't hurt very much."

It doesn't hurt, it just feels nothing.

Song Chubai looked at his left wrist, it was fair and smooth, and there was no trace of implanting a positioning chip at all.

"President Duan, Mr. Song, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

Duan Yimo nodded and let Li Duo leave.

Song Chubai was still studying his wrist. After studying for a while, he couldn't help sighing, "It's amazing."

It really didn't hurt, and there were no traces.

Duan Yimo held his left wrist, rubbing his index finger gently in the middle of the wrist.

"Chu Chu, good boy."

Song Chubai was taken aback by this title.

In the last world, Lu Chenhan also called himself that.

He responded with a soft "um", lowered his head, and asked the system in his mind.

【Qiqi, the target of the mission is the same person, right? 】

After half a sound, the system made a sound.