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

It gently stuck to Song Chubai's earlobe.

The little earlobe trembled slightly because of the slight coolness, and seemed to become more transparent under the sun.

Ling Rongge lowered his eyes, and the pupils reflected the cute and shy earlobes.

There was a small red mole on it, so faint that it was almost invisible, if he hadn't looked carefully, he wouldn't have found it.

Just in time, Ling Rongge curled his lips, and the red mole under the eye seemed to be brighter in color.

It just so happens that they have the same red mole, doesn't that mean that he should be his?

One behind the earlobe, one under the corner of the eye, no matter how you look at it, they are a natural pair.

Ling Rongge found many reasons for himself, and finally he took his earlobe lightly as a matter of course.

Song Chubai's body trembled, and a look of shock flashed across his eyes.

"Brother Ling?" Song Chubai called out.

Ling Rongge seemed dissatisfied, and seemed to let go of Song Chubai reluctantly.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

Song Chubai coughed lightly, took a small step back a little uneasy, then shrugged and said, "Hahaha! Are you hungry?"

Otherwise, why eat his earlobe!

"Let's go eat quickly!"

If he didn't eat anymore, he was afraid that Ling Rongge would eat him!

"Oh." Ling Rongge replied expressionlessly.

I always feel a little pity. As for the pity, even he himself doesn't know.

Under Song Chubai's enthusiastic tugging, the two quickly ate a big meal. The so-called big meal was actually a high-end barbecue.

Ling Rongge doesn't have any requirements for food, and sometimes he is so addicted to gambling that he can go without food for days and nights.

He is not interested in this big meal, what really interests him is the reserved items after the big meal.

Ling Rongge kept thinking about this matter during the meal, and finally waited until the meal was over, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Are we going to start keeping the project now?"

Song Chubai hiccupped.

Blinking, she looked at Ling Rongge in a little confusion.

Two seconds later, he seemed to have realized something, and responded repeatedly: "Oh."

He wiped his mouth and gave a big smile.

"I'm done eating, let's go!"

When Ling Rongge heard this, he couldn't wait to stand up.

He took a step forward and walked out first.

Song Chubai followed behind.

After leaving the restaurant, Song Chubai grabbed Ling Rongge's hand mysteriously, and said with a smile, "Follow me."

Half an hour later, Ling Rongge looked at the game console in front of him, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Is this what you call a reserved item?"

Song Chubai had already started playing, and said casually, "Yes, yes."

Ling Rongge: ...

The temples throbbed.

Looking at Song Chubai who was having fun, Ling Rongge only felt that all his expectations half an hour ago were a joke.

His face suddenly sank, and he sneered, "Playing games is very exciting? Will it still make me remember?"

Song Chubai faintly felt that there was something wrong with Ling Rongge's tone, but he didn't think too much about it, he nodded carelessly and said, "Isn't it possible?"

"Oh." Ling Rongge pulled out the plug of the game console, grabbed Song Chubai's wrist, and exerted a little force, "It seems that I need to let you know what will make me feel exciting and impressed?"

As he spoke, he dragged Song Chubai into the car.