Quick Transmigration: Days and Nights Targeted by Big Bosses

"Brother Shen..."

"Everyone is a man, what is there to worry about?"

Lin Jianshen looked proud.

Even though he had never done such a thing, he had all kinds of worries in his heart.

Still have to keep a calm face!

Ye Ting walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, her fine hair still had pearl-like drops of water.

His body was tense, and his muscles became more and more defined, comparable to a male model.

With slender and strong legs, he walked slowly towards Lin Jianshen.

Like a cheetah ready to go, elegant and full of wildness.

"Lie down for me." Lin Jianshen said.

Lie down and lie down, Ye Ting is very obedient.

Lin Jianshen's calm face cracked when he touched Ye Ting's place.

"Brother Shen..." Ye Ting looked at Lin Jianshen who was standing still.

Lin Jianshen was annoyed by Ye Ting's small eyes.

He grabbed the quilt and threw it, covering Ye Ting's upper body including his head, before moving his hands.

Facts have proved that Lin Jianshen's worries are right.

This kind of thing is not simple.

The phone rings.

Lin Jian took a deep look, it was Fang Weimian.

He answered the phone with one hand: "Is it done?"

Fang Weimian: "It's done."

"Brother Shen..." Ye Ting, who was covered by the blanket, made a sound.

The ending sound rises, ambiguous, and more ambiguous.

"You guys???!!!" Fang Weimian was heartbroken and wanted to dig out gossip.

"It's just to help him, I'm afraid he will hurt himself if he holds it in for a long time." Lin Jianshen said.

His voice was calm.

His red ears revealed his uneasiness.

Ye Ting secretly watched Lin Jianshen from under the bed.

Lin Jianshen kept his eyes down to study the pattern on the bed sheet, not knowing that Ye Ting was secretly looking at him.

Seeing Lin Jianshen's gentle eyes with lowered eyebrows, and those red ear tips, Ye Ting's eyes and brows were filled with gentle smiles.

Deep, so cute.

The word "deeply deep" lingered on the tip of his tongue, and an indescribable joy took root in his heart.

This person will be his.

It can only be his.

"Then what When you're done, call me again."

After Fang Weimian finished speaking, he quickly hung up the phone, feeling that he was really a good and considerate manager!

Then, Fang Weimian glanced at the time.

Noting the time secretly, he straightened his collar solemnly.

After a long time, Lin Jianshen washed his hands.

After drying his hands with a towel, Lin Jianshen called Fang Weimian.

"Weimian, bring a set of clothes, he's wearing it."

"There is so much time, I even bought yours!"

In Fang Weimian's deliberately low voice, there was excitement that couldn't be concealed.

Lin Jianshen:? ? ?

My agent, what in the world did you imagine?

Soon, Fang Weimian arrived at the room where the two were.

Fang Weimian expressed a little disappointment when he didn't smell the rich heather fragrance in the air.

Seeing that Lin Jianshen was neatly dressed and there were no traces on his body, he was even more sad.

For so long, nothing happened?

"Give the clothes to Xiao Ye Zi." Lin Jianshen said.

Fang Weimian handed the bag of clothes to Ye Ting, and Ye Ting took the clothes and went to the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of the bathroom door closing, Fang Weimian approached Lin Jianshen and asked, "Do you...do you need a checkup?"

He saw the slap print on Ye Ting's face.

Don't eat the meat delivered to your door, is his artist a monk?

Lin Jianshen raised his eyebrows: "Check?"

Fang Weimian glanced vaguely, Lin Jianshen was three inches below the navel.

Lin Jianshen smiled slightly, hiding a knife in his smile.