Quick Transmigration: Male God, why are you blackened again?

Qin Ge, "..."

He was stunned, stunned, stupid!

This is so...

The scene of a large social death!

Qin Ge sat on Huo Beiyuan's lap, and the man's arm fell on his waist, so embarrassing that his toes could dig out a fairy castle on the ground!

fuck.

Did he step on a banana peel?

Why are your feet always slippery?

And then encountered a scene that only happens in this kind of idol romance drama? !

Qin Ge was embarrassed enough, and he swore he didn't mean it.

On the other hand, the man was embracing him from behind, the scent of sandalwood after bathing and a light and bitter herbal smell, the gorgeous and cool smell mixed together, enveloped him from behind as if overwhelming, Huo Beiyuan's chin seemed to rest on him On his shoulders, his cool thin lips slowly approached, adding to Qin Ge's embarrassment at this moment——

"Hold your uncle in your arms, huh?"

The word "um" came out gently from the nose, with a hint of sex appeal.

Next to Qin Ge's ears was the man's breath. When he opened his thin lips lightly and opened his mouth, the breath he exhaled was slightly scorching hot, and all of it was sprayed on Qin Ge's ears, like sparks burning on it. His ears seemed to be burning hot.

"Put yourself in your arms and give me a hug—fart!"

The boy's ears hidden in his black hair were red and hot, but his mouth was as stubborn as ever.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I said it was numb feet! It's just carelessness!"

Huo Beiyuan put one arm around the young man's waist, tightening it slightly. The waist was so thin that he could almost hug it with one hand. The young man was also very light, and sitting on his lap was almost weightless.

Too thin, less feeling when hugged.

The man thought to himself, it would be better if there was more flesh.

While speaking in a loose tone, he said, "Well, my feet are numb."

After a pause, he added, "Twice."

Qin Ge, "..."

There is no need to remind him that he lost face twice.

Qin Ge's feet were still numb, but after hearing the man's half-loose and half-joking words, he decided to pull his body off Huo Beiyuan's body.

However, Huo Beiyuan seemed to have noticed it a long time ago. The arm around Qin Ge's waist suddenly tightened, and he didn't let him get up. He continued to sit on his lap, "Didn't you say that your feet are numb? What can you do?"

Qin Ge's butt was half removed from the man's lap, but Huo Beiyuan wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled it down, and sat back heavily on his lap.

He didn't think it was anything before, it was purely a slippery accident, but now, when his buttocks collided with his thighs, Qin Ge's buttocks were burned like fire, and silent embarrassment and ambiguity spread.

Qin Ge wanted to move away, but unexpectedly, his waist was imprisoned by the man's arms. Just as he was about to say something, Huo Beiyuan lowered his waist, held his calf with his slender hands, and gently kneaded it.

Qin Ge was stunned for a moment, "...why?"

The boy's calf was round and slender, wrapped in white silk trousers, but Huo Beiyuan held it with one hand, and kneaded it gently from top to bottom to ankle like a slow twist, he could only feel the temperature of the palm through the layer of silk. The thin cloth passed to his skin.

Qin Ge originally squatted for a long time, his calf was numb and cramped, but now he felt that the place covered by the man's slender palm, the blood seemed to start to flow back, crispy, numb, hot...

Painful and sour.

The blood there passes through the heart and flows throughout the body.

Qin Ge felt as if his whole body was getting hot.

For a time, some were at a loss.

Huo Beiyuan massaged Qin Ge's calf while answering his question, "Massage your leg."

After a pause, the man said in a low and hoarse voice: "Reciprocity is a courtesy."

It meant that Qin Ge also massaged his legs just now.

Qin Ge felt that the word reciprocity was inappropriate, so he said, "How can it be the same?"

Huo Beiyuan kept moving his hands, his dark pupils looked at the young man sitting on his lap who had lost his vigilance, his thin lips curled up, his tone was tinged with joy, and he asked unhurriedly, "What's the difference?"

The numbness of the calf began to ease, but the soreness still made the young man gasp on his back and hissed, the foot subconsciously shrank back a little, and even the whole body leaned back, leaving the man for a while. Closer in arms.

From a distance, the picture looks like a beautiful boy leaning on his lover's arms intimately.

Qin Ge's current attention was all attracted by the sore feeling on his legs, and he didn't even notice the close distance between himself and the man at this moment. He said, "I took the money."

——Not only was the debt of 200 million yuan paid off, but a black card was also received!

Therefore, for Huo Beiyuan's legs, it is natural to pay attention to everything, detoxify him, acupuncture, massage, everything by himself.

However, Huo Beiyuan was not so obliged to help him press his legs.

And he thought it was weird for Huo Beiyuan to press his legs... It felt weird.

Huo Beiyuan's lips curled into a half-smile, "You mean... Uncle should charge you something?"

Qin Ge immediately said ruthlessly: "First of all, I have no money."

He is poorer than one.

He only had a black card on him, which was given by Huo Beiyuan.

This is what he should charge for the villain's healing legs.

Qin Ge's brain circuit was clear and he thought: Could it be that the villain feels distressed and reluctant to give up, and wants to take the opportunity to take back the black card?

So court him?

That's right, for the Patriarch of the Huo family in the capital, such a condescending act of pressing someone's leg is already showing gallantry.

Huo Beiyuan was almost done by the boy kneading his calf. He withdrew his hand and raised his head. Seeing the expression on Qin Ge's face, he could tell what he was thinking at a glance. He couldn't help laughing, "Little friend, do you think uncle will be short of money?"

Qin Ge: "..."

Well, a person who just swipes a black card with an unlimited limit seems to be really... Not bad for money.

Well, it's because he's out of shape.

Huo Beiyuan pinched the young man's face, his voice was as deep as a dark night, and said: "After the reward, uncle will take it himself."

Qin Ge was still thinking about what kind of reward this villainous boss wanted from him. The old man who claimed to be his elder and his uncle stretched out his hand to pat his ass, as if he was patting his own pet. With a careless taste, he urged him, saying: "Okay, let's take a bath, you are covered in sweat."

When Qin Ge was urged to get up, he almost staggered again. Huo Beiyuan, an old pervert, actually slapped his ass!

Qin Ge hurried into the bathroom almost with his hands and feet, and closed the door.

The roots of the boy's ears looked extremely crimson under the bathroom light.

His face was also stained with a strange color.

He actually...

I feel it.

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Waiting for the boy to "run away" into the bathroom and slam the door, the man in a black ice silk nightgown sitting in a wheelchair looked down at his legs, his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

"Ah."

A low smile escaped Huo Beiyuan's thin lips.

When did his self-control become so bad?

But just sit down and...

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