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

Song Chubai looked around and saw Ling Rongge appeared at the door at some point.

He is against the light, and it seems to be the light itself.

Song Chubai was stunned for a moment.

Ling Rongge walked quickly in front of Song Chubai, blocking Qin Feng's view of him, half-closed his eyes, and said in a dangerous tone: "Master Qin, if you don't want to cooperate, you don't need to play tricks on us."

Qin Feng shrugged, "I really didn't play tricks, this is the meaning of the above."

He meant something.

Song Chubai listened and blinked, above?Do you mean those people on top?

So, is the rumor that Qin Feng has a relationship with the officials true?

If Qin Feng represents the official, what does Ling Rongge represent?What are they going to cooperate with?

Many doubts arose in Song Chubai's mind, his delicate face was slightly wrinkled, and there seemed to be a hint of sadness between his brows and eyes.

On the other hand, Ling Rongge didn't seem surprised by this answer.

"So what?" he asked directly.

So what does it mean?

Is there someone above who has the power to move him?

The atmosphere seemed to freeze at this moment, the room was silent, and the men in black who followed did not dare to take a breath, lest they would be involved in this innocent battle.

Only Song Chubai tugged at Ling Rongge's sleeve.

Ling Rongge lowered his head and put his ear to his lips.

"You haven't answered the question just now." Song Chubai said in a low voice, "Why did he ask for information about you from me?"

Ling Rongge looked down at the young man who was really puzzled by this question, and there seemed to be some helplessness in his eyes.

"Because you are special." He lowered his voice, but his tone was extremely firm.

He is special, and for him, he is a light in the dark abyss of gambling.

Back then, he was designed to be addicted to gambling by his subordinates. He claimed to be smart, but he still couldn't break free from the excitement and pleasure brought by gambling.

Gambling seems to have paralyzed his nerves, slowing down his thinking.

Fortunately, he won some things back with his ingenuity, but for a long time, he thought he would never quit gambling again.

but now……

Song Chubai's figure was reflected in Ling Rongge's pupils, the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked up, he raised his hand and pinched Song Chubai's face, and whispered again: "You are special, that's why they came to you. "

The purpose is to test him.

Facing the abyss of Song Chubai and gambling, it was a test of what he would choose.

It's just... stupid.

What would he choose, isn't it obvious?

The fingertips were tender and warm skin. Obviously he didn't use any force, but there was still a red mark on Song Chubai's fair little face.

"It's not a big deal." He comforted, "I will negotiate with him."

"What about me?" Song Chubai asked obediently.

"Come home with me in a while." Ling Rongge squeezed the soft flesh around Song Chubai's waist, causing his body to tremble, and glared at Ling Rongge with a hint of anger.

"Ahem." Qin Feng coughed loudly twice, breaking the somewhat ambiguous atmosphere.

The two looked over at the same time, only to see Qin Feng saying seriously: "On a serious occasion, don't show affection."

Ling Rongge smiled provocatively, took Song Chubai's hand, clasped his fingers tightly, and even pulled it up and shook it, "So what if you just show your affection?"

His people, what's wrong with showing affection?

Seeing this, Song Chubai next to him nodded his head seriously, and echoed, "That's right, what's wrong with Xiu Enai?"

When he said this, the roots of his ears seemed to turn redder.