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

Jin Chen looked at Song Chubai steadily, as if he wanted to see something from his face.

No one knew what he was thinking.

After a long time, the corner of Jin Chen's mouth curled up, and he let out a low sigh.

"Well, go home."

Go home and talk slowly.

Soon, the two returned home.

As soon as he returned, Song Chubai greeted Jin Chen, then slipped into his room, and locked the door by the way.

Jin Chen: ...

He knocked on the door, his tone low.

"Open the door."

After a few seconds of silence, he said again: "Don't make me say it a second time." With a "click", the door opened from the inside.

Jin Chen leaned on the door with one hand, and squeezed forcefully inside.

"Are you avoiding me?" He was imposing and cold.

Song Chubai glanced at him quickly, then lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "No."

"No?" Jin Chen raised his eyebrows, "Then what are you doing?"

Song Chu's Bai Ergen blushed slightly, "Just now at the cinema..."

Before he finished speaking, Jin Chen took his words and said, "I'm out of control."

"Feel sorry."

He lowered his head for the first time, "It won't happen again in the future."

Song Chubai raised his head and looked at Jin Chen in surprise.

He obviously didn't expect him to apologize, so much so that he didn't know how to say that he seemed to have diarrhea.

He didn't hide from him, but he just wanted to check if he could have diarrhea, um... kiss, hug, hold high or something else.

Before he could find out, Jin Chen came over.

Song Chubai blinked and forgot about it for a while.

He waved his hand and said carelessly, "It's all right."

Seeing that his expression was the same, Jin Chen relaxed a little.

He had never experienced the irritability and depression of being locked out of the door just now.

Jin Chen had to admit that now he seemed to care a little about Song Chubai.

Realizing this, Jin Chen made a rare apology and bowed his head.

"If you don't like it, I won't do these things in the future." Jin Chen promised again.

"Don't lock yourself in the room alone, you know?"

Song Chubai nodded obediently, and was about to say something when a sudden pain came from his stomach.

He supported Jin Chen's chest with one hand, his face turned pale, and his expression seemed to be in pain.

"Cough cough." He coughed lightly, "Dean Jin, are you finished?"

Jin Chen pursed his lips, "I..."

"Is it okay to talk later if you haven't finished?"

Song Chubai sped up his speech, "I'll go to the bathroom first!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Chubai hurried to the bathroom outside.

Jin Chen: ...

When Song Chubai came out of the toilet, Jin Chen had already gone to work.

It seemed that there was something urgent, Jin Chen stayed in the study until Song Chubai went to sleep, then came out of the study, took a brief shower, and went to sleep with him in his arms.

The moment he hugged Song Chubai, Jin Chen had only one thought in his mind.

Luckily I was able to sleep with him.

Greed seems to be temporarily suppressed by a certain sense of satisfaction, but one day, it will surge up again, and come in a turbulent manner.

Time flies, and it is another month in a blink of an eye.

It's time to pay wages.

The salary of 1000 yuan was received by Song Chubai, and only [-] yuan was left.

He still owed Jin Chen 9 yuan, and he didn't know when he could pay it off. Song Chubai was already thinking about whether to go out and find a part-time job.

But just as he had this idea, Jin Chen snuffed it out.

Just because he took the initiative to mention, "Can I go home two hours late at night."

When Jin Chen heard this, his expression became dangerous.

"Why?" he asked directly.

Song Chubai said very honestly: "I want to find a part-time job so that I can pay back your money quickly."

Jin Chen didn't care much about the tens of thousands of dollars, which might not be as high as his hourly income.

But if he can keep Song Chubai by his side, he thinks the tens of thousands are worth it.

And now, Song Chubai was going to leave him because of these tens of thousands, although it was only for a few hours, but who knows what will happen in the future?

Only two hours away now, maybe four hours from now, ten hours, maybe even... forever.

Thinking of this possibility, it is impossible for Jin Chen to agree to Song Chubai's part-time job.

"It's impossible to go out and do a part-time job." Jin Chen said directly.

The light in Song Chubai's eyes suddenly dimmed.

"I'm not going to miss work," he explained.

"That doesn't work either." Jin Chen was holding a black pen in his hand, and the pen was turning so fast on his fingertips that almost only an afterimage could be seen.

The light in Song Chubai's eyes completely dimmed.

Jin Chen had never seen Song Chubai like this before, he was not energetic, and he hid some small grievances and pity, which made people feel distressed.

He rubbed his temples and sighed helplessly.

"It's okay to work part-time."

Song Chubai's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he looked at Jin Chen expectantly.

"But it has to be done around me."

After a pause, the black pen stopped at his fingertips. He seemed to think of something, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"I heard recently that September is the best month to be in a relationship."

"I've never been in a relationship, but I don't think these professionals are right."

"so……"

The eyes he looked at Song Chubai were stained with a gloomy light, and when he looked carefully, he seemed to be hiding a bit of seriousness.

"You have to work part-time anyway, why don't you spend two hours a day to let me experience the feeling of being in love?"

"500 yuan for an hour."

Song Chubai quickly calculated in his mind, five hundred for an hour, one thousand for two hours, 30 days a month, thirty thousand for that month!

Plus his original salary, it would be [-] a month, so he only needs two more months to pay back Jin Chen's debt.

Such a good deal, of course it was... done!

"Okay, okay!" Song Chubai repeatedly nodded in response, fearing that if he agreed a second later, Jin Chen would regret it.

The smile on the corner of Jin Chen's mouth deepened, he seemed to have discovered the "little secret" of getting along with Song Chubai.

To put it simply, it's just right.

Jin Chen was more efficient than Song Chubai imagined, but within half an hour, the contract had already been printed out.

There was a thick stack of hundreds of clauses, which made Song Chubai dizzy.

After reading a few articles and making sure there was nothing wrong with them, he signed his name.

Song Chubai, who hadn't finished reading it, didn't notice that among the [-] detailed rules, there was one hidden: Party B has no right to terminate the contract.

Party B is Song Chubai, that is to say, Jin Chen has the final say on when and whether this period of "part-time job" will end.

Soon after, when Song Chubai saw the detailed rules, um...it was too late.