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

Qin Ge wants to do 1.

However, it is obvious that Huo Beiyuan is not a 0 either.

Therefore, the outcome can only be determined by winning or losing.

That's how Qin Ge exported himself.

Not reconciled to being pressured.

However, unwilling to be reconciled, Qin Ge didn't intend to play tricks.

He's a gambler.

...

How did he get through this night? Qin Ge couldn't remember at all. He only knew that when he woke up around noon the next day, his body was clean and refreshed. It was obvious that someone had carefully cleaned him up and put on ointment.

Qin Ge's expression was subtle.

Then his face darkened.

He whispered a word.

"Fuck."

Huo Beiyuan didn't know where he went. Qin Ge threw off the quilt and got out of bed. His feet softened at first, but it wasn't that he couldn't walk, but his posture was unavoidably awkward.

Qin Ge's walking posture was awkward, and he went downstairs slowly to find someone. The Lonely Garden was still empty, except for a slight sound from the kitchen.

The servants are still on holiday today, so who's cooking?

With a hint of curiosity, the boy was wearing a pure white nightgown and soft slippers on his feet, and walked lazily towards the kitchen.

As soon as I got closer, I saw a man who in my impression only wore handmade high-end suits and shirts. Today, he was wearing a beige casual suit, not to mention an apron, and he was holding a spatula. The... cooking?

It looks a bit unprecedented...cute?

Qin Ge almost staggered.

Fortunately, he reached out to hold the door in time and did not fall, otherwise Qin Ge would have no doubt that his ass would bloom.

The slight movement made by the man also made the man turn his head. Seeing that it was Qin Ge, Huo Beiyuan's thin lips curled up, showing that he was quite happy, "Are you awake?"

Qin Ge looked at the man who seemed to be full of energy, handsome and radiant like an evildoer, and thought a little bit hesitantly: 'Could this be the difference between being 1 and being 0? '

Anyway, he felt that his body was hollowed out, and he was sore everywhere.

On the other hand, Huo Beiyuan is in surprisingly good condition today. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is radiant. He changed into white casual clothes with a different style from before. He is a beautiful male college student.

...I feel even more congested.

Qin Ge didn't give the man any good looks, and only said a faint "hmm".

Who told him not to be a man last night, he yelled to stop, but when the person took him into the bathroom to clean, he came again.

Thinking of the drowsy heat last night, Qin Ge's hard-working face was still uncontrollably flushed with blood. He coughed slightly, and without looking at the man, he approached the thing that was stewed in the casserole He glanced at it and asked, "What is this?"

"Dangshen Chicken Soup is for your body." Huo Beiyuan replied while touching Qin Ge's forehead with his other hand, "Why is your face so hot? Have a fever?"

He had heard that it was easier to be weak after the first time.

Qin Ge: "..."

Qin Ge patted the man's hand away expressionlessly, "You have a fever. It's just a little hot."

He also questioned the pot of Codonopsis chicken soup he was stewing, "Have you ever cooked? Is this drinkable? You don't want to poison me, do you?"

Huo Beiyuan also knew that he had gone too far, and he only regarded the young man's yin and yang aura at the moment as physical and mental discomfort, silently bearing his resentment, and explained without temper at all.

"Although it is the first time to cook, all the ingredients are processed and delivered to ensure freshness and cleanliness. The order of stewing soup is followed by Aunt Yun's remote guidance to put in ingredients and mountain spring water in each step. It should be able to Drink it, poison won't kill you."

The voice was unhurried, with a low and lingering taste.

Huo Beiyuan raised his eyes to look at Qin Ge, his pupils were as deep as the night, but filled with tiny stars, and the reflection of the young man was reflected in them.

He said.

"Besides, poisoning you to death... How could uncle be willing, baby."

Qin Ge, "..."

Qin Ge was defeated.

The tips of his snow-white ears hidden between his black hair were as red as dripping blood, but he still held his face stubbornly and said, "Uncle Huo, you should really take a good look at yourself in the mirror now, the way you are now—"

"Are you ashamed to call yourself uncle?"

Huo Beiyuan raised his eyebrows, "What?"

After standing for a long time, his legs were a little sore, Qin Ge leaned his body crookedly against the edge of the glazed platform, and said, "You look whiter than a little white face."

People would believe that he was a male college student.

Huo Beiyuan curled his lips and smiled, "Honey, can I take this as a compliment?"

"..." Qin Ge asked back, "What do you think?"

"Let's just say it's a compliment."

Qin Ge snorted, "Pretend to be tender."

Huo Beiyuan said, "Our little boyfriend is so young, and uncle can't be too old. He has to change his clothes occasionally so that he can match you."

Qin Ge: "..."

fuck.

He admits—

I, myself, was, teased, arrived, got it!

In fact, Huo Beiyuan is not old at all. The age of 27 is the most mature and attractive time for a man, let alone Huo Ye of Beicheng, who is worth hundreds of billions.

As the Patriarch of the Huo family, he tends to approach the noble business style on weekdays, but Huo Beiyuan is willing to wear youthful and age-reducing casual clothes, just to... look better with him.

Qin Ge's heart was lightly hit somewhere, and it softened uncontrollably.

The young man tried his best to keep that fair and delicate face indifferent, but his ears were red and hot, thinking wildly, could it be that all men are so good at...sweet talk after that?