Marry the ex-boyfriend's father [Transmigration Book]

Upon waking up, Ji Lanchuan lay back on his bed in a daze. Looking at the familiar decorations around him, he couldn't help suspecting that his body had nocturnal excursions.

Lifting off the thin and soft quilt, Ji Lanchuan didn't expect that he could be so reliable even in sleepwalking. Stepping on the slippers placed aside, he wiped his mouth and found that the rose leaf that was pressed between his lips last night had long since disappeared.

Could it be that he was eaten by himself?

Subconsciously rubbing his stomach, Ji Lanchuan realized that something was wrong. The time displayed on his phone was already ten o'clock in the morning, yet no one came up to ask him to eat.

With Qin Zheng's fluffy personality, it's impossible for the other party not to send someone up to "meddle in other people's business".

After taking a shower and washing his head in a daze, Ji Lanchuan, who had finished his daily skin care, changed his clothes and went downstairs. Mama Zhang was sitting in the kitchen researching new recipes. Seeing him coming down, she quickly took out the food that was simmering in the pot.

Qin Zheng wasn't there, Ji Lanchuan didn't bother to abide by the rules of not talking when eating or sleeping, he scooped up a spoonful of custard, and asked slowly, "Has Ah Heng been back?"

"No, I said I slept with my friend when I was tired from playing." Feeling sorry for this clean and well-behaved young man, Mama Zhang carefully considered her words.

Then it wasn't Qin Ziheng who carried him back?

Excluding the most appropriate option in his mind, Ji Lanchuan was not as sad as Zhang Ma imagined. Qin Zheng couldn't condescend to hug someone, so he was sleepwalking back to his room.

Seeing the young man burying his head in his meal and not talking, Mama Zhang thought it was because of the Eldest Young Master. She thought of Qin Zheng's order before he left, and she comforted her: "Master said, if you want to sleep late, you don't have to force yourself to get up early every day."

Fearing that the youth might misunderstand, Zhang Ma immediately added: "The tone is very good, not a reproach."

Are you in a good tone?Holding the spoon in his hand, Ji Lanchuan suddenly lost the mood to continue eating. Qin Zheng is a typical knife-mouthed person. If the other party is willing to "caring" in a nice voice, then there is at least an [-]% chance that he is just perfunctory.

The original owner, Ji Lan, may not be able to see it, and may even be very happy to ease the relationship with his "father-in-law", but who is Ji Lanchuan?

No need to get up early, don't you want to see yourself at the dinner table?

Angrily eating a mouthful of rice, Ji Lanchuan only felt that he had fed the dog out of kindness. Unfortunately, he stayed up late last night to play music to Qin Zheng, but he didn't want to appreciate it at all.

Why did things suddenly become like this?Did he drool on the blanket when he fell asleep last night, or did Qin Zheng feel dissatisfied with his sound sleep in the second half of the night?

Guessing wildly in his head, Ji Lanchuan regained his composure when he swallowed the last sip of lemon juice. He has always been indifferent to everything.

Life is short, and it's so boring to worry about it all the time.

And Ji Lanchuan really felt Qin Zheng's alienation from him.

Except for the remuneration for Huo Duoduo's incident in the bank card, the two had almost no interaction this week. Ji Lanchuan was very knowledgeable. After understanding the other party's hints, he would naturally stop getting up early and going downstairs. Qin Zheng was also very busy recently, except for lunch. Besides, I don’t even go home for dinner.

After careful calculation, Qin Ziheng, who was in swing, got along with him longer.

But what is strange is that the attitude of the servants in the Qin Mansion has not changed at all. Ji Lanchuan only experienced the seemingly insignificant politeness and alienation that the original owner had encountered once when he had just crossed over.

As the only "master" in the family who knows how to eat well, Ji Lanchuan received the most enthusiastic love from Zhang Mama. He was fed with sweets for several days, which made Zhao Zhuo care about his recent life.

"It feels like you've gained a little weight recently." Seeing the young man taking a break from the broadcast, Zhao Zhuo made a WeChat call when he disagreed. Recently, the popularity of Yunlan's live broadcast room has steadily increased, and Ji Lanchuan has finally joined the ranks of the small anchors of Strawberry Live.

"Is there?" Answering the phone with earphones on, Ji Lanchuan was boringly doing leg presses in the fitness room. Although this was the original owner's habit, he persisted for nearly a month, and he found that sweating every day is also very good.

Putting the phone in his pocket, Ji Lanchuan pinched his face: "But I exercise every day."

"Maybe Mama Zhang's desserts are so delicious? Yesterday's creme brulee was really amazing," said Ji Lanchuan, who is extremely dedicated to the job at hand, and said deeply, "Why don't I go on a diet for the past few days?" try?"

"No, no, no." Hastily wiping off the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, Zhao Zhuo pushed his glasses, and quickly wrote down the four characters of creme brulee on the sticky note.

Afraid that the young man would really go on a diet, he praised sincerely: "Really, you look the best now."

This is true. In order to be a little white flower that needs a man's care, the original owner often eats hungry and full meals. He knows the type that high-ranking people like, so of course he must do his best to maintain his youthful feeling.

But Ji Lanchuan was different. His childhood experience made it difficult for him to waste food. Unless it was necessary for the plot, he would finish his portion.

Therefore, after changing a soul in the shell, the difference between Ji Lanchuan and the original owner gradually became clear. If the original owner is the gentle and pleasant dodder flower, then Ji Lanchuan is a white rose waiting to bloom. The latter not only grows small dark thorns, but also has an arrogant fragrance when approached.

This kind of change in the bones is hard to be noticed for a while. Under Ji Lanchuan's subtle influence, he no longer has to be restricted everywhere like he was at the beginning.

Facing the mirror, he practiced the "pure and innocent" and "weeping" expressions a few times. Ji Lanchuan chatted with Zhao Zhuo for a few more words before hanging up the phone. It will make Ji Lanchuan feel offended.

Seeing that the sun is just right today, Ji Lanchuan went back to the house and took a shower before going downstairs to help Uncle Zhao water the flowers. It is too boring to stay at home, and tending flowers and plants can cultivate his sentiments.

On the other side, Qin Zheng, who was sitting in the study and working, also received Zhao Zhuo's daily routine report, patted and rang the bell to call Uncle Zheng, Qin Zheng asked for a creme brulee with a blank expression.

That's right, Ji Lanchuan, who mistakenly thought that there was no one at home, had no idea that Qin Zheng was in the study a few walls away from him. As long as Mr. Qin wanted to hide, even if they were under the same roof, the two would have no chance to meet.

The slightly hot summer wind blows in from the window, just colliding with the cold air from the central air conditioner to form a comfortable temperature. Qin Zheng, who seldom misses work, turns on his computer and devotes himself to his career again.

But not long after, the young man's familiar talking and laughing voice faintly came from the open side window. The voice frequently appeared in his dreams, and it also carried a unique softness. Qin Zheng frowned in displeasure, and stood up thinking Close that disturbing window.

However, for Qin Zheng, who pursues controllability in everything, "Ji Lan" is the biggest uncontrollable thing in his life. As soon as he approaches the window, he can no longer take his eyes off the young man among the flowers.

The sun was shining brightly but not too hot. The young man in a light-colored shirt rolled up his cuffs and held a big pair of scissors in his hand. His skin was very fair, and it revealed the freshness unique to young people. No matter where he stood, the young man looked Pretty as if it would glow.

I don't know what Uncle Zhao said, but the young man suddenly laughed childishly, Qin Zheng couldn't hear the laughter clearly, he could only see the tender and soft lips of the other party.

Just a little bit of force, can become plump and rosy lips.

"Dong dong."

The sound of knocking on the door with appropriate strength pulled Qin Zheng back from his wandering thoughts. He whispered "come in", but he still didn't leave from the window.

The well-dressed old butler came in with a tray, on which was the creme brulee that Qin Zheng had ordered by name. Since she found that Ji Lanchuan liked to eat it, Zhang Ma specially made a few more and kept them in the refrigerator.

Without asking why the other party suddenly wanted to eat sweets, the old butler quietly stepped aside after handing the pudding to Qin Zheng's hand, scooped a spoonful into his mouth casually, and Qin Zheng raised his eyebrows as expected.

Sure enough, it is something that children will like.

That's right, kid, a young man who is 15 years younger than himself.

"Uncle Zheng." The man said suddenly while playing with the glass bottle containing the pudding in his hand.

Standing respectfully on one side, the old butler kept his eyes fixed on him: "Master."

Uncle Zheng is an old man left behind by Qin Zheng's parents, so he is different from other servants when he calls Qin Zheng. He has watched him grow up since he was a child, so he can't see Qin Zheng's abnormality.

Uncle Zheng, who had no choice but to compromise, had never imagined that someone could really make this stagnant water stir again. .

"Knock Qin Ziheng, tell him not to be too 'playful'."

Surprise flashed in his eyes for the first time. Uncle Zheng didn't expect Qin Zheng to give such an order at all. The third master Qin is always in the vanity fair, as if he never knew what detours and giving up are. Not to mention that Ji Lan is only Qin Ziheng's nominal boyfriend now. Even if the other party is really in love with Qin Ziheng, the young master still has the guts to snatch him away.

Realizing that this was not just a simple whim, Uncle Zheng responded and silently raised the importance of youth by another level.

Wait a minute.

Hearing the sound of Uncle Zheng closing the door and leaving, Qin Zheng took one last look at the young man's white face in the sun. He is a mature "middle-aged man", how could he be as uncontrollable as a young boy.

Just distance from each other, just a little more time...

The door of the Qin residence was pushed open, and the eldest son of the Qin family, who was almost beaten, appeared unexpectedly. The young man put down the flower scissors with bright eyes, and jumped up like a deer.

Although he tried his best to appear stable and reserved, anyone could see the briskness of his steps.

"Whoa."

The small glass bottle was broken, the spoon and the sweet pudding were scattered miserably on the ground, and the fragments flew away. The man closed the curtains without seeing or worrying, and the only thing in his life he burst into a foul sentence in his heart——

Fuck self-control.

This stupid rabbit is annoying to watch.