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

Song Chubai gave a light snort.

"Back... back to your house?" He asked tentatively.

Jin Chen let go of his hand, and responded lightly: "Well, go back to my house."

"Okay, okay." Song Chubai obediently sat up straight.

He doesn't have to sleep on the street tonight, ok ok ok!

Jin Chen took a deep look at him before restarting the car.

This time, the destination is clear.

Half an hour later, Song Chubai arrived at Jin Chen's house.

Contrary to what he imagined, Jin Chen didn't live in a villa, but a flat floor where he could see the night view of the city.

The house is about 200 square meters, and the whole is big and bright. In addition to the bedroom and study room, there is also a small gym.

The living room is very large, and there are beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the night view of the entire city. It is very beautiful, but there is also a sense of loneliness that is too cold to be high.

At least, Song Chubai thought so.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked down, suddenly feeling a little weak in his legs.

Taking a step back, he bumped into Jin Chen's arms unexpectedly.

Jin Chen clasped his shoulder with one hand, "Why do you feel weak when you look at the night scene?"

He clicked his tongue lightly, "Nothing."

Song Chubai: ...

"Oh." Song Chubai responded, took two steps back, and broke away from Jin Chen's hand by the way.

Because of this, Jin Chen's hand dropped down to his side, his fingertips moved, as if he was greedy for something.

But Jin Chen, the master, didn't notice it at all, and said, "You sleep in the guest room."

Song Chubai nodded obediently and said, "Yeah."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the vegetables he brought over, "Then what, Dean Jin, have you eaten yet? Do you want me to stir-fry some vegetables?"

The green vegetables will not be so delicious tomorrow, it is better to fry them earlier.

"Can you cook?" Jin Chen glanced at the kitchen, "The kitchen is over there, you can do it."

Song Chubai agreed, and walked towards the kitchen with the vegetables.

Jin Chen followed and stood at the door of the kitchen, watching Song Chubai busy inside, not showing any intention of helping.

As soon as Song Chubai turned his head, he saw Jin Chen standing at the door. He smiled and said, "Dean Jin, I can take care of it. Just sit on the sofa."

Jin Chen crossed his arms around his chest, narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and said lightly, "I have no intention of helping."

"I'm just watching over you."

Song Chubai: ...

Such a good person, why did he have a mouth?

Song Chubai didn't speak any more, but got busy by himself.

Half an hour later, two bowls of steaming rice and a plate of fried vegetables are ready.

Song Chubai put the served rice in front of Jin Chen, and said steamingly, "Dean Jin, eat more."

Jin Chen sat down and watched Song Chubai pick up the chopsticks and take a bite of the rice.

"Change a bowl." He said, changing the rice for the two of them.

Song Chubai bit his chopsticks and looked at him inexplicably.

Oh... persecution paranoia.

He didn't say anything more, picked up his bowl and chopsticks and started eating.

Seeing that he was devouring his food, Jin Chen picked up his chopsticks and began to eat gracefully.

After dinner, Song Chubai came to his guest room and tidied up the room.

It's ten o'clock in the blink of an eye, and it's time to go to bed.

Because there was no separate bathroom in the guest room, he had to wash in the bathroom in the living room if he wanted to take a shower, so he walked out with his clothes in his arms.

There was no one in the living room, Jin Chen probably went back to his room to rest.

Song Chubai took his steps lightly and went to take a bath.

After taking a shower, he realized that he didn't take a bath towel.

He thought that Jin Chen was not in the living room anyway, so he simply wiped it with his old clothes, put on his shorts, and carried the clothes out of the bathroom door.

As soon as he walked out, he bumped into Jin Chen.

Song Chubai's face turned red immediately, he subconsciously turned around and wanted to retreat, but Jin Chen grabbed his wrist.

"What? Still shy?"

Jin Chen looked Song Chubai up and down, "You don't even have abs, how dare you be shy?"

Song Chubai touched his belly, it was limp, without any muscle at all.

He looked at Jin Chen's waist, not knowing what he was thinking, and said loudly, "I don't have abs, do you have them?"

"I have." Jin Chen said, pulling up his pajamas a little, revealing his standard eight-pack abs.

Song Chubai: ...

Damn, miscalculation!

But at this moment, Jin Chen asked, "How is it?"

"Very...very good." Song Chubai controlled his gaze not to look at the eight-pack abs.

Jin Chen slightly raised his eyebrows, "You don't seem very willing to praise my abs."

"No, no, no." Song Chubai shook his head again and again, "I'm just envious of Dean Jin's abs, he has such a good figure hahaha!"

He laughed awkwardly, and secretly glanced at Jin Chen twice.

At the same time, Jin Chen was also looking at Song Chubai.

Although he doesn't have abdominal muscles, he has a slender body and fair skin. It's not like his cold white, but a milky white like a baby's. Under the light, it seems to be shining white.

People can't help but want to take a bite and see if there will be traces.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the color of those eyes seemed to be darker than before.

"Song Chubai."

Jin Chen called his name, and at the same time, put one hand on the door, almost wrapping Song Chubai in his arms.

He was a head taller than Song Chubai, so Song Chubai could only look up at him.

The little face that was smoky red from the steam seemed to be even redder, and those bright eyes seemed to be stained with mist, and there was a small response from his mouth.

"Ok?"

Jin Chen curled his lips, his eyes fell on his blushing little face, and he let out a low laugh.

"Pretty good."

Song Chubai:? ?

"What?" He thought he didn't hear clearly.

Jin Chen had already let go of his hands, adjusted his glasses, and said calmly: "It's nothing, you can go back to sleep."

Song Chubai wanted to say something, but saw Jin Chen wave his hand, obviously not intending to talk.

He obediently responded with an "um" and walked to the guest room.

Walking to the door of the guest room, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head to look at Jin Chen, and smiled sweetly.

"Dean Jin, good night—"

There was a little softness in the voice, and there was a bit of cuteness.

Afterwards, he opened the door and entered the bedroom, Jin Chen was the only one left in this corridor.

He stared at the empty corridor, raised his hand, took off his glasses, and curled his mouth slightly.

The extremely beautiful narrow and long eyes narrowed slightly, shining with a strange light, seeming crazy or insane.

In the extremely quiet corridor, there was a low sigh.

"Song Chubai."

What should I do with you?