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

What should I do if I wake up and find myself in the arms of my ex-boyfriend's father?

His body froze and he didn't dare to move. Ji Lanchuan's whole brain was frantically swiped by this bloody question. The bedroom in the early morning was so quiet that he could even hear the gentle and powerful heartbeat of the man next to his ear.

Gently pressing his forehead against the opponent's chest, Ji Lanchuan found in despair that he was completely surrounded by Qin Zheng's arms. The man's lean and powerful arms were around his waist. No matter which angle the young man struggled from, he would definitely wake up. Sleeping Qin Zheng.

So, Qin Sanye, who has never had a bed partner, doesn't actually reject sleeping with others?

His breath was filled with the pleasant scent of the other party, and Ji Lanchuan, who was thinking wildly, blinked his eyes a little nervously. Unlike the young and fun-loving Qin Ziheng, the clean-spirited Third Master Qin was so clean that he could not smell a trace of alcohol or tobacco.

"Om."

The mobile phone placed by the bed vibrated, and the guilty young man hurriedly closed his eyes. Fortunately, the notification sound only rang once, and did not wake up the sleeping man.

Perhaps because of being disturbed by the outside noise, the other party turned over in a very face-saving manner. Ji Lanchuan let out a sigh of relief, and thanked the sensible president's father countless times in his heart.

Afraid of waking him up, the young man who recovered most of his strength tiptoed out of bed, not even daring to wear slippers. With Qin Zheng's unique protective umbrella covering his head, Ji Lanchuan's illness came and went quickly. Also fast.

The shirt that was too late to change was crumpled and stuck to his body. Ji Lanchuan couldn't bear to look straight at him and pulled it with his hands. He wanted to go to the next room to take a combat shower, but when he thought of the crisp "click" sound when the door was unscrewed, the young man He stopped in his tracks timidly.

Forget it, he's not here for a change of clothes, so is he going to wander around in a bathrobe in broad daylight?

"What are you doing standing on the ground?"

He couldn't hear the young man's commotion for a while, and Qin Zheng, who had timed it right, "woke up" leisurely. Seeing the other party standing barefoot on the ground, he couldn't help pressing the center of his eyebrows habitually: "Put on your shoes."

The shirt was crumpled, and Qin Zheng, who had been guarding the youth for a day and a night, naturally had no chance to change and wash it. Coupled with the other party's low and hoarse voice after waking up in the morning, at first glance, the slightly embarrassed two people really looked a bit drunk|sex means.

Feeling inexplicably that he put a fat sheep on top of Qin Ziheng's head, Ji Lanchuan shook his head to shake off his unreliable associations, guessing what the young man wanted, Qin Zheng didn't deliberately hold him back: "Your suitcase is in the living room."

Everything that followed was a matter of course. Ji Lanchuan went to the next bedroom to tidy himself up, and then was checked over and over again by the family doctor from head to toe. If it wasn't for the limited conditions, he had no doubt that Qin Zheng would move to a hospital directly.

Apart from appetizers, the original owner's health is actually good, and he mistakenly thought that the other party had business to discuss in the villa, so Ji Lanchuan didn't ask Qin Zheng why he didn't take him back to the city.

The environment of green mountains and green waters supports people, and Ji Lanchuan can also see that the feng shui here is good, thinking about his live broadcasting career, he even specially sent a text message to Zhao Zhuo to explain the situation.

The Internet celebrity circle in the entertainment industry and the second-generation circle are the places where gossip can't be hidden. In less than a day, the news that "the eldest son of the Qin family was slapped by his lover" spread to the ears of everyone who cares. Coupled with Qin Ziheng and Bai Shinian's suspected coming out of the closet, everyone is waiting to see how Qin and Bai's family will react.

In this regard, Qin Zheng did not make any statement, but just pretended that this matter did not happen.

As the stand-in most easily overlooked in this love triangle, no one expected that the canary, which doesn't even deserve to have a name, would be protected by Mr. Qin in his arms. In the movie, Zhao Zhuo, who got the spoiler in advance, has a kind of happiness that everyone is drunk and I am alone.

The old butler Uncle Zheng also got the spoiler. According to Qin Zheng's request, all traces of Qin Ziheng and Ji Lan's memories in Qin's house were erased. Arrived a brand new menu and flower chart.

Therefore, Ji Lanchuan, who returned to the Qin residence again, always felt that other people looked at him a little differently.

Could it be that the news about his breakup with Qin Ziheng spread?Or was the fact that he slapped the master's young master too horrifying?After much deliberation, Ji Lanchuan couldn't figure it out, so he simply put this trivial matter behind him.

The days of convalescence were no different from before. Even because he didn't have to deal with Qin Ziheng's harassment, Ji Lanchuan found that he had gained two catties when measuring his weight. He deeply felt that he could no longer be decadent like this. When it was over, he hesitated to speak.

"You want to give me a massage?" There was a meaningful pause for a second, and the man who picked up the teacup looked into the dark eyes of the young man, but to Qin Zheng's disappointment, the other party's eyes were clear, and there was nothing he wanted to see Desire | desire.

The ancients often said that "If you don't have desires, you can be strong." Whether it is greed, lust, or possessiveness, only when young people have ambitions for themselves can Qin Zheng find the opportunity to prescribe the right medicine to capture the other party.

But after recovering, the young man seemed to be hidden in a snail shell, and he was no longer as fragile and flirtatious as when he was sick. He secretly compared himself with Qin Ziheng, and Qin Zheng found that the only thing he lost was age.

A young man who is as fresh and tender as a sprout in spring should not catch a cold with a lifeless old man like him.

"You can't say that," Ji Lanchuan, who was completely unaware of the subtle frustration in the man's heart, explained earnestly when he saw that there was no one else in the living room, "You will feel comfortable when I blow the leaves, mainly because the melody gathers the aura of heaven and earth, But this effect is too empty..."

Not knowing what words to use to describe it vividly, Ji Lanchuan simply unsealed his left eye and leaned slightly towards the seat where the man was sitting.

"Close your eyes."

Breathing intertwined, Qin Zheng almost thought that the young man would bow his head and send a kiss in the next second, but the truth of the matter is always disappointing. Ji Lanchuan, who didn't meet the opponent's brain circuit at all, just lightly touched the man's chest with his fingertips. Dab it twice on your eyelids.

Looking at the mist-like aura in the Qin family's old house, Qin Zheng raised his eyebrows when he realized something: "The dew on the highest part of the flower branches in the morning?"

"Cough." Thinking of the false propaganda he had done, Ji Lanchuan cleared his throat in embarrassment. The world is unpredictable, and the ghost knows that he will confess to Qin Zheng so soon.

Afraid that the other party would delve deeper into the raw material of the "Flower Dew", the young man stretched out his index finger and faintly drew a bright red talisman in the air.

Void drawing talisman, this is a method that Ji Lanchuan practiced not long before the arrival of Mingjie, but unfortunately the car accident happened too fast and suddenly, he died on the spot before he could do anything.

In order not to make Qin Zheng suspicious of his identity, Ji Lanchuan deliberately made a few wrong steps with trembling hands, and the exquisitely shaped talisman was faintly visible like a broken light bulb. The black-haired young man raised his hand and touched his nose in embarrassment: "Sorry, I'm still a little inexperienced..."

"It's okay."

Being able to expand the Qin family to its current scale, Qin Zheng is by no means a staid and pedantic person. He has a high acceptance of new things, especially when the imperial mausoleum in the west of the city is confirmed by experts.

Although it is the young man himself who arouses his desire |, Qin Zheng will not deny the commercial value hidden in the other party because of this.

Five fingers were slightly bent, and Ji Lanchuan, who was blessed by a talisman, randomly grabbed a ball of spiritual energy gathered around the two of them and put it into Qin Zheng's hands: "What can you feel?"

itch.

The thin white fingertips slid across the palm, Qin Zheng's eyes moved slightly, and he restrained his hunting instinct to catch the opponent: "...air?"

"That's right, most auras cannot be captured by ordinary people unless they are so rich that they can be condensed into substance. What I'm talking about...massage is to use your hands to draw them into talismans on the place where you have a headache."

Fengshui metaphysics is not omnipotent, but it is not as useless as atheists imagine. Qin Zheng's insomnia and headaches come from psychological pressure, and creating a comfortable and upward aura is the old profession of celestial masters.

Ji Lanchuan couldn't use spiritual energy to heal his stomachache, but he could use spiritual energy to soothe Qin Zheng's spirit, and use spiritual energy to depict spirit-inducing talismans. Even in his previous life, when metaphysics was prevalent, this was an astonishingly extravagant act .

If other colleagues see it, they will definitely laugh at Ji Lanchuan for making a loss-making business of "killing a chicken with a butcher's knife".

But give the best, even though Qin Zheng didn't take the initiative to use the golden light of merit, but if the other party didn't have kind thoughts towards him, Ji Lanchuan wouldn't be sheltered so thoroughly.

——In other words, there is a person in this world who protects him with instinct without knowing it.

"It won't hurt, just half an hour will guarantee you a good night's sleep." Wu Wuyan expressed his joy after figuring this out, and Ji Lanchuan, who didn't want the other party to alienate him because of seducing an oolong, decisively chose to play a good one. Well-behaved junior, the protagonist is too lazy to attack him, but he is very interested in making friends with Third Master Qin.

With a frank heart, Ji Lanchuan was also very upright when he did things. He moved to the couch where the man was sitting, and the young man picked up a pillow and covered his lap: "Since I have been busy for so long, you can give it a try." OK?"

After knowing that the other party would carry a pistol for defense, Ji Lanchuan understood that Qin Zheng was a life-saving and insecure person. Most of the superiors were like this. They mistakenly thought that men were too defensive, so he had to soften his voice to make himself appear Mild and harmless.

Little did he know that such a soft and coquettish attitude fell into Qin Zheng's eyes, and it would only make the other party want to eat him even more.

The time has not come.

Sighing secretly, the young man's clean eyes made Qin Zheng, who was full of evil thoughts, feel helpless. He lay on the young man's lap upright through the pillow, and he didn't know why he tortured himself so hard.

A faint fragrance came from the young man, Qin Zheng closed his eyes, and inexplicably thought of the mountain forest after the snow. It was the perfume that Ji Lanchuan dug out from the original owner's idle collection. It smelled very similar to the lonely mountain where he had studied art for six years.

Flattening the two auras on both sides of the man's temples, Ji Lanchuan's eyes swam with yin and yang fishes, carefully drawing and engraving talismans with his fingertips. Contrary to the carefree and careless past, he looked focused, as if he was treating a precious item. Incomparable works of art.

And when Qin Zheng was silently enjoying the rare closeness of the young people these few days, the other party's cell phone on the coffee table suddenly lit up.

"Buzz...buzz...buzz..."

Frowning with restraint, Qin Zheng heard the young man pick up the phone in a familiar tone: "Hey, Brother Zhao, what can you do with me?"