Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

Lian Qingyang, who had made the hangover soup, didn't care whether Gu Quechen had fallen asleep or not. He just said to himself, "There's really not much in your refrigerator. It doesn't look like you cook. Are the photos you take of me every day just pictures you found online? Get up and drink the hangover soup. I know you're awake."

Gu Quechen propped himself up from the sofa, took it, tilted his head back and drank it, then put the empty bowl on the coffee table, pressed his temple and explained: "I didn't get off work on time these days, so I went to the supermarket to buy some vegetables and cooked them. I didn't cook much before, so I didn't use the refrigerator much."

Lian Qingyang took out his phone and glanced at it, then replied casually, "Oh, it's getting late now. Since you're awake, I'll go home first."

"Wait!" Gu Quechen, aware that he had inexplicable thoughts, lost his temper. Before Lian Qingyang could turn around, he called him back and made up an excuse to keep him, "You... aren't going to take care of me?"

Lian Qingyang paused slightly, then said with surprise, "But you look fine now. You don't need my care."

Gu Quechen was speechless for a moment. He half sat up, propping himself up against the back of the sofa, looked up at Lian Qingyang, and lied seriously, "This wine has a strong aftereffect. I'm still a little dizzy now."

"So you're still drunk?" Lian Qingyang shrugged and tilted his head after receiving a positive answer, a smile lingering in his voice. "But drunk people never say they're drunk. You're quite honest."

As if realizing that Lian Qingyang was teasing him, Gu Quechen turned around and leaned against the back of the sofa. His usually tense face now had a little more warmth under the light, softening the sharp edges and appearing a little more affectionate.

At this moment, he was still looking up at Lian Qingyang, his arms casually draped over the back of the sofa, his legs crossed, completely different from the way he sat upright when he was dining in the private room.

"Help people to the end, and help Buddha to the west. How can you give up halfway?" Sitting like this with your clothes loose, he raised his hand to loosen his tie and unbuttoned his jacket.

These actions fell into the eyes of Lian Qingyang, who suspected that he had some M attributes. It really made his legs weak and the excitement factors in his body began to become active. Lian Qingyang took a deep breath and thought to himself that he almost forgot about this. When he saw Gu Quechen like this, he could not control himself.

He took a few steps forward and let himself fall onto the sofa, muttering softly, "What a stuffy guy."

Suddenly, a weight pressed down on his side, and hot air with the smell of alcohol hit his earlobes. Even Qingyang's ears were very sensitive, and he felt half of his body numb as if it had been electrocuted. "Reserved and flirtatious? I'm not reserved and flirtatious."

Frowning, he pushed Gu Quechen away. Lian Qingyang rubbed his ears, which felt like they were electrocuted, and repeatedly said, "Okay, okay, let's talk, but don't get too close!" Otherwise, I would lose control and would want to pounce on him.

He had no resistance to his lover, and the bodies in this world were so sensitive and irritable. If he continued to let Gu Quechen be like this, he probably wouldn't be able to go back tonight.

Thinking of this, the cell phone in his pocket rang. Lian Qingyang took out his phone and looked at the caller. It was his mother calling. He pursed his lips and looked at Gu Quechen. After being pushed away, he fell on the sofa, as if he was asleep, and did not respond to the ringtone.

Lian Qingyang cleared his throat and picked up the phone. Lian's mother's gentle voice came from the other end, asking, "Qingyang? Is your department still having the dinner? It's almost ten o'clock now. Your father and I are going to bed. Be careful on your way back."

Perhaps he didn't quite understand why, now that he was no longer an orphan in this world and could receive such caring care from his parents every day, he was actually not so repulsive. Not all parents were like... him. It was time for him to try to tear apart the web that had been imprisoning him in the past.

Just as he was about to speak back, the skin on his waist was suddenly covered by a warm feeling through his shirt. He closed his open mouth and turned to look at Gu Quechen, who had been leaning against him again without him noticing. He pointed at his hand on his waist and said silently, "Take it off. I'm on the phone."

"Auntie, Qingyang left his vehicle in the company parking lot to take me back. I'm drunk and can't see him off. It's too late now, and I'm worried about him going home alone. I happen to have a spare room in my apartment, so why don't we let him stay here for the night? We can go to the company together tomorrow." The serious man held his voice, trying to make his words more credible. At the end, he added, "I'm Gu Quechen, the manager of Qingyang's department."

"It's Manager Gu! Qingyang often mentions you. Since Qingyang is with you, his father and I are relieved. We would also like to ask you to take care of him a little more. Thank you for your concern. Qingyang, your car is not here again, and it is really not safe to come back so late. Manager Gu is really a good person, please don't trouble him too much."

Seeing how low his mother's vigilance was, Lian Qingyang felt it necessary to get her an anti-fraud app. She really wasn't afraid of her son being kidnapped at all! !

"Mom, I actually don't think it's good. Manager Gu is... Hello? Why did you hang up?" Lian Qingyang held the phone from his ear to his face, only to find that his phone was out of battery and turned off.

Gu Quechen pinched Lian Qingyang's ears, which were still slightly red. His voice was no longer as steady as before, and a hint of hoarseness was mingled in his low voice: "Why is it not so good?"

Lian Qingyang looked at the only closed room in the light of the living room, raised his hand and pointed at the door: "Didn't you say there was an empty room? But only that one is a bedroom." The door of the other room was half open, and the layout inside was clearly a study. Did he want him to sleep in the study?

Gu Quechen chuckled, pushed Lian Qingyang up, and walked him to the closed door. He half-leaned against the wall and motioned him to open it. Lian Qingyang did as he was told, turned the handle and pushed the door open. It was indeed a bedroom, and someone lived there permanently. Lian Qingyang looked at Gu Quechen: "Isn't this your bedroom? What do you mean?"

Gu Quechen looked towards the empty bedroom and raised his eyebrows to answer Lian Qingyang's question: "Isn't this room empty now?"

Lian Qingyang widened his eyes. He obviously didn't expect Gu Quechen to play word games with him. Disbelief was written all over his face. It was so ridiculous!

Gu Quechen felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment at being able to make someone who was usually smart and loved to play pranks suddenly show such a dull expression, and even the smile on his face became much more obvious.

"You're not unsociable or aloof, you're just not good at communicating. You don't know how to respond to topics raised by others, so you unconsciously ignore them and don't answer them. As a result, others think you don't want to communicate with them. You don't initiate conversations with others because you don't know how to find the right balance in communication. You're afraid that your topics will make others feel boring and dry, so you simply avoid communicating with others."

"And I'm the one who can throw out topics for you to pick up, and I'm also the one who can pick up your topics. That's how I can let you show your true self and make you feel that communication isn't that difficult. Maybe part of the reason is me, but in the process, you've also achieved self-consistency. Gu Quechen, from a friend's perspective, I hope you can gradually become comfortable and at ease with communication. It's going to be easy for you. Look, you're even teasing me now."

Gu Quechen retracted his smile, a look of confusion appeared in his eyes, and his mind suddenly became dull: "Really?"

Lian Qingyang stretched out his finger and pressed the corner of his mouth, lifting it up, looking up with a bright smile: "Yes! So full of vigor and vitality, I don't want the label of being old-fashioned and stuffy!"

Before he could even stop smiling, Gu Quechen grabbed his waist, pressed him down, and touched his forehead. Lian Qingyang was stunned again. He was a little slow to cover his forehead, not understanding what had triggered this strange movement. "What are you doing?"

Gu Quechen released his hand and stepped back, a smile on his face again: "I want to connect the signal to see when my friend can advance to boyfriend."

Lian Qingyang shuddered, uttered an "Huh," and dodged past him into the bedroom: "How come I suddenly have this greasy attribute!"