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

After a long time, Jin Chen curled his lips.

"You can speak."

Song Chubai blinked, "I was just telling the truth."

Jin Chen seemed more satisfied.

With a low laugh, he lifted his glasses up with his fingertips.

"Come here." Fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a crisp sound.

Song Chubai got up, walked over, and looked down at him.

Obviously he was standing and he was sitting, but in terms of momentum, he seemed to be a bit shorter than him.

"Dean Jin." He called out, his voice softened, "What's the matter?"

Jin Chen put the information on the table in front of Song Chubai, and said with a half-smile, "Enter the information."

After a pause, he said again: "Otherwise what do you think?"

Song Chubai waved his hands again and again, "It's nothing, nothing."

He picked up the documents, and the smile on his face became brighter, "Then I will continue to work."

He loves work and work loves him!

Jin Chen casually replied "En", and just watched Song Chubai turn around and return to his seat.

The working time is always fast, and it is time to get off work in a blink of an eye.

Seeing that it was five o'clock, Song Chubai subconsciously looked at Jin Chen, seeing that he was still sitting steadily, hesitating whether to leave first.

At this moment, Jin Chen spoke.

"It's off work, you go first."

Song Chubai's eyes brightened slightly, and he responded with a slightly raised voice, "Yes!"

Without Jin Chen's urging, Song Chubai quickly packed his things and left.

Soon, he returned to his rental house.

This is a rental house of about [-] square meters. He has already cleaned it, so it is barely clean, but compared to the place where he lived before, this place is really too small.

Fortunately, I can still live.

Song Chubai thought optimistically, he just went to the vegetable market and bought some green vegetables, and planned to fry them for dinner.

Just as I rolled up my sleeves and was about to start making dinner, there was a knock on the door.

Song Chubai hurriedly went to open the door, and then saw a fat middle-aged woman with her hands on her hips, and said arrogantly, "Xiao Song, what about your rent?"

"You've been delaying me for a week."

Song Chubai: ...

oh well...

"That..." Song Chubai rubbed his little hands, "Can you delay for a few more days? I have already found a job, and I will return the rent to you as soon as I get the job."

The middle-aged woman widened her eyes and waved her hands, "No, no, you leave quickly, now, immediately!"

She said, and looked into the room, "I don't think you should pack anything, just take your clothes and go."

"Other things will come to cover the rent."

Before Song Chubai could speak, she had already started chasing Song Chubai.

In the end, Song Chubai was kicked out.

He even held the green vegetables he just bought at the vegetable market in his hand.

Standing blankly on the street with a small suitcase in hand, he didn't know where to go for a while.

The money on his body is not even enough to live in a hotel.

Looks like he'll be sleeping rough tonight.

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Jin Chen was driving on the street. When he was free, he liked to drive on the road. He didn't have any particular destination. He chose to go straight or turn a corner completely according to his mood.

Of course, sometimes there are traffic jams.

For example, today, even though it is already eight o'clock, this section of the road is still a bit congested.

Jin Chen put one hand on the steering wheel, and simply hung the other hand on the side. He casually glanced out and saw a familiar figure.

Raising his eyebrows, he didn't seem to be surprised at all, and a sense of fate arose in his heart as expected.

He drove the car to the side of the road, opened the window, glanced at the suitcase next to Song Chubai, his eyes flickered, and spit out two words.

"boarding."

Song Chubai was startled when he heard Jin Chen's voice suddenly, looked for the sound, and saw the car parked in front of him.

In other words, this car is not the same as yesterday's car.

Yesterday it was a Land Rover, but today it was replaced by a Maybach. It really is the world of the rich, and the car changes every day.

Thinking of the pitiful dozens of dollars on his body, Song Chubai felt a pain in his heart, and strengthened his determination to make money.

"Don't make me say it a second time."

Jin Chen's voice sounded again.

Song Chubai's body trembled, he came back to his senses, and quickly got into the car.

The suitcase was placed on the back seat, and he sat in the co-pilot's seat, and quite consciously fastened his seat belt.

A look of satisfaction flashed across Jin Chen's eyes, the mirror reflected for a while, and the car restarted.

After a brief silence, Song Chubai took the initiative to speak, "Dean Jin, thank you."

"En." Jin Chen responded lightly.

The car fell silent again.

After a while, Jin Chen suddenly took the initiative to say: "Nowhere to go?"

Song Chubai only felt his ears burn, and said in a low voice, "En."

"It's really useless." Jin Chen's tone was still dull, "It turned out to be mixed up in this."

Jin Chen, who has always been someone else's child, has never experienced such a moment of embarrassment.

Song Chubai smiled without further explanation.

He has lived through more difficult days than this, but now he just has no place to go, which is actually not bad.

"Dean Jin, can you take me to the garden? I'll just sleep there tonight."

Jin Chen paused while holding the steering wheel, "Garden?"

"You want to sleep on the street?"

He clicked his tongue slightly, his brows furrowed, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Song Chubai is pretending to be pitiful with him here, isn't it because he wants to live in his house so that he can murder him?

His eyes were dimmed, and his lips were tightly pursed.

At this moment, the car in front of him didn't know what went crazy, and suddenly came towards him at a fast speed.

Song Chubai next to him was the first to notice it, and subconsciously rushed towards Jin Chen.

"careful!"

Jin Chen's pupils narrowed sharply, he turned the steering wheel quickly, and walked to the side, narrowly dodging the crazy car, and stopped.

His chest was heaving up and down, and Song Chubai was still rushing forward in front of him.

He lowered his eyes, with a dim light shining in his eyes.

Song Chubai was still in shock, his body was still trembling, his face was pale, and even his lips were stained pale.

Jin Chen grabbed his wrist and held it tightly.

"why?"

The voice was a little hoarse, and the glasses were thrown out in the bump just now, revealing narrow eyebrows and eyes. The coldness dissipated with the departure of the glasses, replaced by a strange mystery.

Song Chubai raised his eyes slightly, and was caught off guard by such a pair of bewitching eyes.

He stayed there.

"why?"

Jin Chen opened his mouth again, stubbornly wanting an answer.

Song Chubai's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his pale lips parted slightly, "Because you are very important."

Jin Chen's heart trembled suddenly, an unprecedented shock and numbness rose from the bottom of his heart,

He held Song Chubai's wrist tightly, and stared straight at him, as if he wanted to see through his face and see through his soul.

After a long time, he actually laughed softly.

"go home with me."