The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

Ji Xuemian pushed down her gold-rimmed glasses, pushed open the door of the office, went downstairs, and pushed a stack of corrected papers to Teacher Lan of the Academic Affairs Office, "You can enter the grades, thank you."

Lan Shen has partnered with him for many years, and he is very familiar with the chief history professor of Haida University, and he is also an old friend.

Professor Ji became a leading researcher of history in China at the age of 28. He returned to Haishi from Beijing today, it is said that it was for a blind date arranged by his family.

That's right, Professor Ji is 28, and he has no partner, only the widow king.

Lan Shen looked down at the scroll, and accidentally discovered a sentence he had sketched: "In history, there was a brother. According to unofficial records, there was an unknown chief assistant who was a brother. According to legend, he was a double brother. Sex buddy, but also an admirable politician."

Ji Xuemian wrote a note with a red pen: "Unofficial history cannot be tested, this person does not exist, and 30 points will be deducted."

Lan Shen suppressed a smile, and said, "Xiao Mian, what kind of girl do you like?"

Ji Xuemian paused, and replied, "I have no idea, I just went back to Haishi to visit relatives, deal with some school matters, and I will go back to Beijing tomorrow."

Lan Shen said "Oh", "Are you free tonight, let's go to the bar for a drink?"

Ji Xuemian has never been to a bar before, he is very busy every day, but tonight there is really nothing to do, parents went on a business trip to Europe before, and they did not return home until early in the morning, so it is better to go out for a walk while taking advantage of the time.

"Okay, remember to send me the location."

At night, Lan Shen waited at the door of the bar and found that Ji Xuemian had arrived 10 minutes earlier.

Ji Xuemian raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and said calmly, "Lan Shen, you are ten minutes late."

Lan Shen was stunned, looking at the eye-catching young professor in front of him, he couldn't look away.

He is 1.8 meters tall, with straight shoulders and long legs, and a thin waist. The smooth muscle lines on his arms are particularly beautiful, especially the whiteness. Lan Shen did not expect that, except for the face, every inch of Professor Ji's skin from head to toe is so white.

He changed into a white shirt and took off his glasses, revealing those rare and beautiful red phoenix eyes, the long eyelashes slightly curled up, and the light-colored pupils revealing a sense of indifference and gentle alienation.

Lan Shen: "Xiao Mian, are you really single?"

Ji Xuemian didn't bother to pay attention to him, slowly unbuttoned her cuff buttons, rolled up her sleeves, lowered her head, revealing a little tattoo on her neck.

Lan Shen put her arms around his shoulders: "...why didn't I realize that you are so wild?"

Ji Xuemian was noncommittal. In fact, since he was born, he had a red birthmark on the back of his shoulder. Because it was too conspicuous, he used a tattoo to cover it up.

Ji Xuemian cast a sideways glance at Lan Shen, "Stop talking nonsense, can you get in?"

Lan Shen knew that Ji Xuemian seemed mild-tempered and indifferent, but in fact he was very grumpy. When they first met, Lan Shen was robbed, and Ji Xuemian beat five gangsters by himself and saved Lan Shen's wallet.

But he was not in good health. Judging from the medical examination report of the hospital, he had poor cardiopulmonary function, anemia, and chronic stomach problems.

Lan Shen slapped his forehead, and quickly walked up the stairs with his arms around his waist, "Jin Jin Jin, the buddy in front, please let me go..."

Duan Qichi turned his head and saw a familiar face.

He was stunned, it was Ji Xuemian, a high school classmate whom he had not seen for many years.

"Mr. Duan? Which private room on the second floor do you like? How about 888?" Someone beside him carefully patted his shoulder, and as soon as Duan Qichi turned around, Ji Xuemian bypassed him and was hugged by the unknown man beside him Waist, walked to a large deck of more than a dozen people.

Duan Qichi noticed that Ji Xuemian might have forgotten him, otherwise, why didn't Ji Xuemian respond at all when they looked at each other just now?

So, did he even forget the love letter hidden in the math book?

Duan Qichi came back to his senses, looked at Mr. Shen who was smiling all over his face, and nodded slightly, "The guest is up to the owner, and Mr. Shen can arrange whatever he wants."

His stern face looked handsome and elegant under the ambiguous light of the bar, and he was dressed in a black suit that was sharp and businesslike. It seemed that he should not appear in a bar, but in a certain Vanity Fair.

In fact, Duan Qichi returned to Haishi not only to sign the merger contract of the group under his name, but also to hear that Professor Ji, a famous historian, gave a lecture in Haishi. He thought, maybe he could meet him...

Then ask him personally, have you seen that love letter?Why haven't heard back for so many years?Did he even forget about the drunken kiss on the rooftop...?

Ji Xuemian was sitting in the deck, and his sixth sense told him that in the open private room on the second floor, there was a 1.9-meter-tall man staring at him all the time.

That gaze was hot, fiery, and full of anticipation, but...it seemed to have a strong sense of aggression.

Lan Shen leaned over, "Holy shit, Mr. Duan actually came to the bar too? Didn't he interview in North America yesterday? The only Chinese in the top ten of this year's new rich list, everyone in Haishi knows him! Look! Look at this group of people, the eyeballs are growing on him!"

The person next to him sneered, "The richer you are, the more you can have fun. Unlike our Professor Ji, who is so abstinent, be careful of being single for a lifetime."

Lan Shen scratched her head, "Yes, but I heard that you two are in the same high school, are you in the same class?"

Ji Xuemian was drinking, and when she heard this sentence, she nodded and told the truth, "Yes, but we don't have a deep friendship."

At this moment, the DJ just changed the song. During this gap, the sound was not too loud, and it reached Duan Qichi's ears.

Duan Xichi squinted his eyes, raised his hand, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. Under Mr. Shen's astonished gaze, he stood up, his tall body covering the light ball above his head, "Excuse me."

Mr. Shen and the others watched the distinguished guests leave the table just like that, and a group of people looked at each other, "What's wrong with Mr. Duan? He's gone, who shall we accompany?"

Someone suggested: "Why don't you call me a girl? What do you think, Mr. Shen? You usually have the most fun, so how many can you call me?"

Boss Shen shook his head, "Go ahead and play, my wife is pregnant, so stop playing, and get back to the right in the future."

A group of people laughed, but everyone was staring at Duan Qichi's back, wondering where he was going.

Not only them, everyone in the bar noticed him and talked about him.

Duan Qichi turned a deaf ear, his eyes were full, only the young professor in the white shirt.

Although he was drinking, his slightly trembling wrists had already exposed his panic.

Duan Qichi's heart suddenly seemed to be poked by something.

Everyone at that table stood up, nervous to death, "Mr. Duan?" "Mr. Duan, what is this?"

No one knew what was going on, Ji Xuemian didn't want to be too impolite, and just about to stand up, Duan Qichi pressed his shoulder and squeezed it lightly.

Ji Xuemian froze, not sure what he meant.

He still remembered that Duan Qichi once dragged him to the rooftop on the night of his graduation. A class monitor and a study committee member, who had never dealt with each other, stepped on a case of beer, and in the end they even kissed while they were drunk.

Ji Xuemian just said that he didn't have a deep friendship, but he was actually bluffing...

He didn't want to say that the two of them were not only rivals, but also..."classmates" who had kissed before.

Duan Qichi sat beside him, intentionally or unintentionally, getting very close to him.

When Ji Xuemian smelled the scent of the ten-year-old light perfume on his body, not only the tip of his nose was twitched, but even his heartstrings were accidentally twitched.

He once said that he likes Duan Qichi's seventh.

"Mr. Duan, our game is very simple, do you want to play with it for a while?"

Duan Qichi readily agreed, he was more than capable of this kind of drinking game.

After several rounds of playing, a group of people deliberately wanted to talk to him, and joined forces to trick them, Duan Qichi lowered his head and chuckled, willing to admit defeat, drinking one cup after another, the light flowed along his jawbone, flickering on and off.

After fifteen glasses of wine, his face was neither red nor pale, except for a little redness in the corners of his eyes, and he was not drunk at all.

Seeing that he can drink so much, everyone hastily started the second round of the game.

Just like that, Ji Xuemian didn't drink a glass, Duan Qichi drank a group by himself, and when he finally put down the glass, everyone was drunk and talking nonsense.

Ji Xuemian folded her arms, leaned on the sofa, looked at Duan Qichi's straight back, and patted, "Mr. Duan, I think everyone has had enough to drink, why don't you send them back first?"

Duan Qichi's eyes suddenly burst into a faint smile.

"it is good."

The two helped them out, Ji Xuemian took a taxi for them, paid the money, turned around, was caught off guard by Duan Qichi's wrist, and dragged them to a secluded corner of the street.

It was pitch black everywhere, and Ji Xuemian was pressed firmly against the wall by him. He smelled of sweet wine and faint smoke, and his heavy breathing hit Ji Xuemian's ear, Suddenly Ji Xuemian couldn't stand still.

The distance was too close, Ji Xuemian couldn't help but wanted to hide, but he couldn't move at all, because he smelled the laundry detergent on his body for a long time.

Ji Xuemian suddenly remembered that kiss that was lost in time.

Obviously, Duan Qichi didn't forget either.

Ji Xuemian felt something pressing against her waist.

Ji Xuemian's face turned red all of a sudden, and she tilted her head, "You're drunk, let me go first."

Duan Qichi refused to let him hide, his tone was full of strong longing.

"Mianmian, do you have a boyfriend now?"

Ji Xuemian doesn't have a boyfriend, and he should slap Duan Qichi aside.

But he didn't.

And he answered Duan Qichi honestly: "I'm single."

As Duan Qichi listened, he couldn't help laughing.

"Then what do you think of me?"

Ji Xuemian was taken aback, "What are you?"

Duan Qichi bit his lip, "Would you like me to be your boyfriend?"

Ji Xuemian's lips hurt, and she instinctively grabbed his shoulders and wanted to push him away, but because of his aggressive breathing, he lost consciousness.

"Answer me, okay?" The voice was inexplicably aggrieved.

It made Ji Xuemian feel soft.

"Let go first, I..." Ji Xuemian bit her lips, "We can try."

Duan Qichi's breathing was suddenly suppressed for three points.

Ji Xuemian took him home, and as soon as he entered the house, Duan Qichi was taken away by the empty house.

Ji Xuemian didn't care, poured him a cup of tea to hangover, sat down, and patiently waited for him to finish drinking.

Duan Qichi never took a look away from him, as if he had waited for Ji Xuemian for so many years and finally got his long-cherished wish.

At night, Duan Qichi had nowhere to sleep, so he got on the bed in an orderly manner and lay on a small bed.

But it started to rain during the night, and the room was cool, Ji Xuemian covered her head with the quilt, not wanting to hear the sound of rain.

He has been like this since he was a child, he hates rain, and he doesn't know why, it always makes him feel bad, as if he has lost everything.

Duan Qichi beside him sensed something was wrong with him, hugged him into his arms without saying a word, and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Ji Xuemian was hugged by him, felt his gentle breath against her ears, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart.

As if someone had done this to him countless times before, she hugged him tightly and kept smelling his body.

Although Ji Xuemian was sure, there was only the fresh smell of detergent on his body, nothing else.

But very safe.

Duan Qichi kissed his earlobe as if possessed by a demon, "It smells so good."

fragrant?

Ji Xuemian was in a daze again.

I feel like I've heard it somewhere.

Ji Xuemian has always been an atheist, but at this moment, he couldn't help but wonder if he would—

"We...have we met in a previous life?"

Duan Qichi smiled softly, pulled him over, looked straight into his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and said a word before kissing him.

"I think at that time, I loved you deeply."

——End of extra episode——