Fuck your scumbag [Quick Transmigration]

The rhythmic music kept beating regular drumbeats, and the jumping colorful lights flickered quickly. The men and women on the dance floor danced close to each other, and the beauties on the stage swayed their delicate bodies around the steel pipes under the light of cold fireworks.

In the office on the twelfth floor of the clubhouse, a pot of green radish spreads its branches and leaves silently, and the black and white decoration style is cold and simple.

Seeing such a familiar arrangement, Jing Chi realized once again that he had returned to the real world.

Yes, he completed all the tasks and managed to avoid the ending of "being scumbag" for the hero in the book, so he came back.

The man on the sofa was being served, but fortunately, his movements were not too wild. The man opened his shirt, revealing a large chest, while a beautiful woman in a bikini was kneeling on the ground to help him untie his belt.

As soon as Jing Chi entered, he was helpless by the man's behavior, licked the corners of his lips, and said with a smile: "Young Master Yu is so happy during the day?"

Seeing him coming, Qiu Yu patted the place next to him and invited: "Together?"

fart together.

He can't be hard on women at all.

Jing Chi squinted at him, "Go." Seeing that the bikini was about to go to the next step, he rolled his eyes: "Well, I'll come again when you're more interested."

After speaking, he turned and went out, went to the pantry to make himself a cup of coffee, walked straight to the window and stood still, watching the people coming and going below.

The man with pockets in one hand is wearing a black shirt, with a sense of laziness and leisure. From the back, he looks very good, with broad shoulders and slender legs, giving him a sense of security.

Shrouded in the light from the floor-to-ceiling windows, the temperament is elegant and the hormones are bursting.

While drinking the bitter coffee, Jing Chi suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

After returning, his life continued as usual without any interruption, and all those worlds in the book seemed to have never happened.

But he clearly knew that he was not dreaming.

If the male protagonists in the book were not real, how could they leave such a deep impression and longing on him.

So Jing Chi went to find those books at the first time, and then discovered a terrible thing, the authors of these books were all the same person.

"Apple Pear." The man in front of the window read the name softly, with a mellow voice full of inadvertent playfulness, which was very nice. He looked at the distant sky and frowned.

It is this person who created so many worlds where scumbags attack and suffer, let the male protagonists meet scumbags, ruin their lives, and then make up so-called happy endings one after another.

I don't know what I'm thinking, but what's in my head is...

Jing Chi pursed his lips and swallowed the unspoken swear words.

He admits that he has some distaste and repulsion for that author.

But apart from rejection, he wanted to find "Apple Pear" as soon as possible and ask him where the male protagonists were.

……

After half an hour.

Qiu Yu came out of the office, the three buttons of the fancy shirt on his body were torn off, he just walked in the corridor with his chest open, and was led by his subordinates to find the man in front of the window.

When Jing Chi heard the movement, he turned his head to look at him, looked at a document that Qiu Yu was holding casually in his hand, and raised his eyebrows lightly: "Thank you."

"Don't be polite between brothers."

The man in front of the window put down his coffee, took the document, and opened a page, only to see that it listed in detail all the information about a man from his birth to the present.

Two days ago, Jing Chi asked Qiu Yu to help him find the personal information of "Apple Pear" in private.

"Kong Si, 26 years old?" Jing Chi looked at the man in the photo, and the man's brows and eyes were full of sunshine, which was very eye-catching, "Are you sure you didn't find the wrong person?"

Could the author who has written several scumbag novels really look so clean and young?

Not a fat nerd with a beard? ?

Qiu Yu had read this document a long time ago, and Jing Chi's reaction was expected, "I guarantee it." And there was another very important thing, he pointed to the document with his chin: "There is a It's very interesting, remember to watch carefully."

That sloppy look, paired with a pair of long and narrow gray eyes, does not look like the CEO who runs the largest clubhouse in the country, but more like a duckling greeting guests in the clubhouse.

The evildoer is cold, contradictory and provocative.

"Don't worry, I will definitely read it carefully, without losing a single word from the beginning to the end." Jing Chi is very interested in this Kongsi now, he half-closed his eyes to look at the document, glance at ten lines, quickly Browsing through all the deeds of the other party.

There was a little bit of surprise in his eyes: "I once saved him?"

Qiu Yu lazily leaned against the glass, crossed his legs, and looked at him, "Why, too many people have been saved, so I can't remember?"

There was a bright sarcasm between the words.

"... Fuck!" Jing Chi sneered, "Am I the Buddha, saving people every day?"

The gray-eyed man leaning on the glass shrugged, "Don't ask me, I was more shocked than you when I saw it. You actually saved someone behind my back in high school. It's amazing."

As he spoke, he took out a cigarette, "Come on?"

"Ah."

Qiu Yu handed him the cigarette, and the lighter ignited during the operation of his slender fingers, with a "click", as if hitting someone's heart, he lit it for himself and handed it to Jingchi.

The man beside him saw that he was still leaning against the glass, and the scenery on the twelfth floor was exceptionally good. It would be no problem for him to fall to his death, so he admired Qiu Yu, who was not afraid of death, "Thank you."

Qiu Yuxin took a cigarette, touched the tip of his tongue to the cigarette, habitually trembled on the sponge, licked it wet, lit it for himself, and slowly exhaled a cloud of mist, "This person writes gay novels, he should be gay, What are you looking for him for?"

Jing Chi licked his cigarette, half-truthfully said: "I have to ask him, where is my boyfriend?"

"Heh." Qiu Yu sneered, his natural gray eyes were very cold, and he glanced at him: "If you want to fucking fuck him, just say it, such a euphemistic way of saying it, what are you pretending to do with me?"

Jingchi really didn't think about this Confucius.

Although the other person's appearance suits him very much, his life is simple and pure.

But these can only offset most of his previous dislike and rejection, and it is still a bit difficult to turn into likes.

He sneered, and looked at the guy who was puffing out the clouds, his evil face was covered by the dense smoke, and Qiu Yu was a little hazy, "The last one was poor, I just got his information today."

Qiu Yu glanced at the cigarette held between his index finger and middle finger, some kind of unknown light flashed across it, and then he licked the corner of his lips calmly.

Just about to continue to say something, Xiaohu suddenly ran over, "Brother Yu, there are people making trouble below."

"Trouble?" The man with long and narrow gray eyes leaned against the glass, his expression unchanged, with a wicked smile on the corner of his lips, "then kick him out."

"What are you pushing?" Jing Chi frowned immediately when he heard the words, and opened the door to do business. He is too powerful to use casually, and looked at Xiaohu: "What's wrong?"

Xiaohu wondered: "If he made trouble, we would have kicked him out according to the rules, but he has been looking for 'Brother Jing' since he came in. We were afraid of hurting brother by mistake, so we didn't dare to move."

Jingchi was stunned when he heard the words.

Qiu Yu became interested, and raised his eyebrows: "Yo?" He glanced at the end of his eyes, squinting at Jingchi, and his voice was obviously joking: "Since I'm looking for Jing Shao, I must go and see, and lead the way. "

Jing Chi was naturally curious about who was looking for him, so he followed without objection.

……

Two minutes later, several people arrived in the private room.

Apart from the staff members wearing shirts and vests, there was only a man sitting upright on the sofa, with his brows and eyes drooping quietly, and a glass of foreign wine mixed with ice was placed in front of him, [-] yuan less.

But looking at the other party's clothes, he looked quite well-behaved, and he didn't seem like someone who would order foreign wine in this kind of place.

As soon as Jing Chi and the others entered, the man on the sofa raised his head and looked over, his brows and eyes revealed a clean temperament, even when he was so dazed and surprised, there was still a bit of sunshine.

This outcropping clean smell is very attractive, making Jing Chi's eyes darken the moment he sees the other party.

Then he raised his eyebrows slightly.

He had just seen this face when he was on the twelfth floor.

- Confucius.

Jing Chi felt that this guy was really interesting, and before he went to look for him, he sent him to his door.

Qiu Yu obviously noticed this too, and immediately snapped his fingers, "Ah, you are the rabbit that hit the tree."

The man sitting on the sofa stood up, looking slightly restrained, unable to understand the meaning of Qiu Yu's words, but still greeted him: "Hello, my name is Kong Si."

Don't call it the rabbit that hit the tree...

"Hmm." Qiu Yu smirked playfully, looked at the serious guy, "I heard you came to my place to find someone?"

"Yes," after finishing speaking, Kong Si's eyes drifted to Jingchi involuntarily, what was in his heart was revealed on his face, and he would not lie at all: "I'm looking for..."

"Do you know where I am?" The gray-eyed man interrupted him, walked over to turn off the loud music, and held a cigarette in his hand, "Everyone who comes here wants to play, understand? "

Kong Si didn't expect him to ask this suddenly, his face was slightly flushed, he was a little shy but nodded: "I know."

"Yo?" Qiu Yu was a little surprised, he was sitting on the sofa, not doing anything right, with the collar of his shirt hanging loosely on his body, and raised his finger to Jingchi: "So...you want to 'play' him today?"

Kong Si looked in the direction of his finger, and saw the man at the door with broad shoulders and narrow hips, and an outstanding temperament.

Dressed extraordinarily well, the man who didn't fit in with the clubhouse endured the hot temperature on his face and nodded, "Yes, can he come out today?"

Wow.

Introduced.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked!

No one thought that one day the third young master of the Jing family would be recognized as a...a duck.

"Tch." Qiu Yu touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, his face showed a bit of playfulness and a bit of disdain, his gray eyes looked slightly surprised at the door, and he looked calm and calm, naturally cool: "He is precious. Very, can you afford it?"

Kong Si showed a bit of embarrassment on his clean face, and tried: "Then, how high is the price?"

The man slumped on the sofa pointed to the bottle of wine on the table with his chin, and made a casual count, "It's 50 times as much."

The man blinked ignorantly, "...then how much is this glass of wine?"

As soon as the words fell to the ground, there were giggling sounds from all around.

After co-authoring for a long time, this is Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

The author has something to say: Jingchi: Fuck, I sold Lao Tzu for 100 million yuan.

Kong Si: ... a bit expensive.