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

Jin Chen had to admit that the blush on top of fairness was enough to seduce people.

It's a pity that the red mark was not left by me.

If he stayed behind, it must be even more attractive.

A dim light flashed across Jin Chen's eyes, he casually put his left hand on the steering wheel, raised his right hand, and leaned a little towards Song Chubai.

Song Chubai sat there blankly, blinking his eyes.

The cold fingertips touched his collarbone, as if the heat was dispelled at that moment.

He was stunned, "Dean Jin?"

"En." Jin Chen responded in a low voice, his throat moved, "Why are you so delicate?"

His fingertips touched the red mark.

Song Chubai didn't notice the red mark on his collarbone at first, until Jin Chen's fingertips touched his skin, he subconsciously looked down, and then he saw it clearly.

"what?"

He snorted lightly, raised his hand and scratched.

The originally fair skin next to her was stained with red marks again.

Song Chubai: ...

It does seem a little delicate.

Why does it turn red when you scratch it?

"Haha!" Song Chubai grinned, "I'm born with good skin."

Yes, that's right, that's right!

Jin Chen glanced at him with a half-smile, and agreed, "It's pretty good."

I don't know what kind of beauty it would be if these red marks were left by him.

Come to think of it, it must look good.

Jin Chen pressed his fingertips a little harder, and a small fingerprint was added on top of the red mark.

"Tsk." He clicked his tongue softly, "It's really tender."

Although he said this, he didn't continue, but withdrew his right hand and put it on the steering wheel.

"Fasten your seat belts, we're ready to go," he said.

Song Chubai responded, fastened his seat belt obediently, put his hands on his thighs, kept his back straight, and sat upright, like a primary school student listening to a teacher's lecture.

Jin Chen took a look and looked away, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up into a smile.

Then, the car started.

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Early the next morning, Song Chubai finished breakfast with Jin Chen as usual, and was going to go to the hospital with him.

Jin Chen was driving the car, driving on the road, and while driving, Song Chubai realized something was wrong.

This doesn't seem like the way to the hospital.

Song Chubai turned his head to look at Jin Chen, and said, "Dean Jin, where are we going?"

"Go to the company." Jin Chen said lightly.

Then he seemed to think of something, and explained: "I own a pharmaceutical company."

Song Chubai nodded obediently, of course he knew that he had a company, the system told him this.

Jin Chen saw that Song Chubai's expression was calm, but there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

He remembered that he hadn't told him that he had a company before, right?

Jin Chen narrowed his eyes, feeling faint doubts in his heart.

This Song Chubai, wouldn't it be a hostile company who came to harm him?

How did Song Chubai know, because of his calm reaction, Jin Chen began to suspect that he was going to kill him again.

If he had known about this earlier, he would have shouted out excitedly!

However, he didn't know about it, so he arrived at Jin Chen's pharmaceutical company, more precisely, the group.

The headquarters of the group is in Beijing, and there are branches in almost every provincial capital city.

Jin Chen's pharmaceutical group, in a sense, has even reached the point of covering the sky with one hand.

But Song Chubai didn't understand these things, he just thought that they went to Jin Chen's company.

The company's office occupies an entire building, and it can be said that it is extremely wealthy.

Jin Chen rarely came to the company's headquarters, and each time he entered through the president's dedicated channel, which also caused people in the entire company, except for Jin Chen's assistant, to actually not know the president's appearance.

Jin Chen really likes this kind of thing, after all, if he doesn't know what he looks like, he won't murder him for money.

This time when he brought Song Chubai to the company, Jin Chen did not go through the president's dedicated passage like before, but entered through the gate.

The front desk didn't know Jin Chen, so he dutifully stopped them and asked politely, "Excuse me, gentlemen, do you have an appointment?"

"No." Jin Chen said in a deep voice, "Let's come and take a look."

The front desk was stunned for a moment, and said with some embarrassment: "You can't enter without an appointment."

"Yes." Jin Chen waved his hand, "Go and do your work, don't worry about us."

As he spoke, he grabbed Song Chubai's wrist and dragged him to the president's exclusive elevator.

Jin Chen's assistant has been notified, and he just came down to meet Jin Chen.

Just bumped into the scene where the front desk blocked Jin Chen, the assistant hurried up, glanced at the front desk, and gave her a wink.

"President Jin, this way please." Assistant Wang made a gesture of invitation.

Jin Chen responded casually, ignoring the stunned front desk, and walked straight to the president's exclusive elevator.

Song Chubai looked left and right, leaned into his ear, and asked softly, "Why doesn't the front desk recognize you?"

Generally speaking, the front desk doesn't know the president.

"What's wrong if you don't know each other?" Jin Chen raised his eyebrows, "It's not a good thing if you don't know each other."

Song Chubai actually heard the subtext of his words.

Don't know = won't murder him for money.

The corner of his mouth twitched, he felt that if he stayed with Jin Chen for a few more years, he might also have persecution paranoia.

The elevator door opened, and Jin Chen pulled Song Chubai into the elevator.

The elevator was running fast, and it reached the 66th floor in the blink of an eye.

The entire 66th floor is Jin Chen's office, and this floor can only be accessed through the president's exclusive elevator, and the president's exclusive elevator can only be opened by Jin Chen's fingerprint.

Like Assistant Wang, who usually works on the 65th floor. Even if there are any important documents, you have to report to Jin Chen first, then climb the stairs from the 65th floor to the corridor door on the 66th floor, and then Jin Chen will open the door through the electronic lock. After passing through three more protective doors, the documents can be delivered to Jin Chen.

In short, very troublesome.

If it weren't for the high salary Jin Chen gave, probably few assistants could stand such a toss.

Besides Assistant Wang, Song Chubai was the second person to come to Jin Chen's office.

Compared with Assistant Wang's trembling and cautious, Song Chubai was obviously much more relaxed.

He followed Jin Chen, looked left and right, and looked around the office.

While he was observing the entire office, Jin Chen was also observing him.

Looking at his office so carefully, is it really someone sent by another company?

Such thoughts rose up in his mind uncontrollably, making Jin Chen's eyes sink.

After Song Chubai glanced around, he couldn't help sighing, "Your office is so big."

In addition to the basic configuration of the president's office, Jin Chen's office was separated by a kitchen.