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

After returning from the ward, Jin Chen's eyes towards Song Chubai were also tinged with some unknown color.

But Song Chubai, who was working hard at this time, didn't notice it.

For half a month, Song Chubai worked with Jin Chen.

It is worth mentioning that every night when he goes to sleep, no matter where he sleeps, he must wake up in Jin Chen's bed the next morning, or to be more precise, in his arms.

At first Song Chubai wondered if he had sleepwalking, but later he struggled to sleep and realized that it was Jin Chen who took the initiative to hug him!

I don't know what kind of thoughts he had, but after confirming that he didn't have sleepwalking, Song Chubai didn't care about it.

Half a month later, Song Chubai's salary was finally paid, a total of 1 yuan!

But within 2 minutes of getting it, Jin Chen took it away, the kind that didn't give him a single point.

Song Chubai looked pitifully at the 1 yuan in Jin Chen's hand, stretched out a finger, and asked tentatively, "I'll pay you back the [-] yuan first, okay?"

He shook his index finger, "I'll keep one thousand, okay?"

He wants to eat hot pot and barbecue, and he is already hungry.

Of course, he couldn't say that.

He could only find other reasons, "I still owe money to my former colleagues, and I have to pay them back."

Excluding the one who plotted against him last time, he still owed several other colleagues thousands of dollars, and those colleagues were fine, they didn't call to urge him to spend the money for so many days.

When Jin Chen heard this, his eyes fell on Song Chubai's white and tender index finger, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said, "I've already paid it back for you."

Song Chubai:? ?

Jin Chen curled his lips, "So you still owe me more than [-] yuan now."

"So another thousand?"

Song Chubai sighed, sat down decadently, and waved his hands, "No, Dean Jin, take it."

Hot pot barbecue is hopeless for him, and he can only eat vegetables every day.

Jin Chen sat across from Song Chubai, counted out ten of the 1 yuan in his hand, exactly 1000 yuan, and put them on the coffee table in front of him.

"I can give you a thousand."

Song Chubai's eyes lit up, and he looked at Jin Chen expectantly. If there was a tail, it would probably be wagging happily by now.

Jin Chen had a panoramic view of his reaction, and a smile flashed across his eyes.

"Answer me a question, and if you are satisfied with the answer, I will give you one thousand, not the kind you want to pay back."

This proposal was so tempting, Song Chubai agreed without thinking, and nodded repeatedly, afraid that Jin Chen would regret it.

Jin Chen crossed Erlang's legs, leaned back on the sofa behind him, seemingly relaxed, but the slightly curled hands on his thighs revealed that he was not so relaxed at this time, and even not so calm .

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, he lowered his eyes slightly, and said greedily in his voice: "Who are you to me?"

Song Chubai:? ?

Is this question worth a thousand?

Isn't that a good answer!

He suspected that Jin Chen just wanted to give him money, Jin Chen is really a good person.

Song Chubai couldn't help thinking about it, and said simply and sharply, his voice raised slightly, "I'm your assistant!"

Full of air and full of confidence.

However, upon hearing this answer, Jin Chen frowned.

"Assistant?" He repeated with a sneer, "I'll give you another chance to answer again."

Song Chubai:? ?

Such a standard answer is actually wrong?

"Creditor?" he asked tentatively.

Although he probably owed him money, but Jin Chen's brain circuit is not normal, if he is wrong, he will be mistaken.

"No." Jin Chen's heartless and indifferent words interrupted Song Chubai's delusion.

"Re-answer."

Song Chubai: ...

"driver?"

"No, answer again."

"assistant?"

"wrong."

"Running errands?"

"wrong."

……

Song Chubai gave several answers in a row, but they were all wrong.

Not only that, but Jin Chen's complexion seemed to be getting worse.

Song Chubai scratched his head and looked at Jin Chen expectantly, "Dean Jin, why don't you give me a reminder?"

Jin Chen's eyes were heavy, and his face was a little gloomy. He didn't hear the answer he wanted, and his mood that was not bad just now has sunk.

"Think for yourself."

He took back the 1000 yuan, stood up, looked down at Song Chubai, and lowered his eyes, "Whenever you think about it, the thousand will be yours."

Song Chubai's eyes followed the ten red tickets, and his expression was a little listless.

He was wrong, he thought Jin Chen was a good person just now, but now it seems that he is worse than anyone else!

Song Chubai sighed, got up and walked outside to get some air, maybe he could find the answer.

There is a very beautiful garden in the hospital, Song Chubai walked towards the garden, and within two steps, he saw Li Rong.

Li Rong was sitting in a wheelchair, eyes closed, facing the sun, with a gentle and gentle expression.

Song Chubai walked over with light steps and sat on the bench beside him.

He didn't make a sound, just imitating the stern look, raised his head, and let the sun shine on him, which was warm and dispelled the little depression just now.

After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes, and at a glance saw Li Rong who was looking at him with a gentle smile.

Song Chubai's face turned red, and he quickly explained, "I didn't want to disturb you."

"I know." Li Rong's voice was gentle, "Mr. Song, I had an operation before, thank you for helping me sew it up."

Song Chubai froze for a moment, "You know about this?"

"Yes." Li Rong nodded, "Dean Jin told me."

Song Chubai scratched his head in embarrassment, "How do you feel now?"

"He is recovering very well. Dean Jin said that he will be discharged from the hospital in one week."

"That's good." Song Chubai smiled, "You will definitely live a long life."

"I would like to borrow your good words." Li Rong said with a gentle smile.

The two chatted for a while, Li Rong was also infected by Song Chubai's optimistic and positive attitude, and couldn't help sighing: "No wonder Dean Jin said you belong to him."

No one can refuse the light, even Jin Chen.

"His people?" Song Chubai's pupils slowly dilated, he suddenly remembered something, and stood up instantly, "Sorry, I remembered something."

Li Rong nodded and watched Song Chubai leave in a hurry.

A few minutes later, Song Chubai pushed open the office door, walked quickly to Jin Chen, took a deep breath, put his hands on the table, and said seriously: "I see."

Jin Chen looked at him.

"I'm your man!" Song Chubai said firmly, his eyes sparkling.

This time, he must be right! The 1000 yuan is his!Hot pot barbecue, here he comes!

When Jin Chen heard his answer, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, his Adam's apple moved up and down uncontrollably, his voice was a little hoarse, and he repeated: "Well, you are mine."

So don't leave me.