Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Pan Yang shook his numb hand, and the transparent cover disappeared, leaving the Rubik's Cube-like object at his friend's feet.

Pan Yang walked over, picked up the Rubik's Cube, glanced at Jiang Sunan's corpse, sighed, and chose to call the police. At least he had to let that kid Li Qing know that the matter was resolved.

Li Qing was naturally shocked. It was eight or nine o'clock at night. Pan Yang sat in the police station, leaning back in his chair with his eyes half-closed. To be honest, his hands were still a little numb.

Soon, Zhou Yang entered the police station, saw Pan Yang on the chair, and looked at Li Qing: "Autopsy report."

"Ah, okay! Since you weren't here, I had Xiao Liu take a look. Please check if there are any problems." Li Qing handed the document in her hand to Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang looked at the report, strode into the morgue, and came out a few minutes later: "No problem, it was suicide. Is the statement taken?"

“After recording, you can take Qiao Panyang with you.” Li Qing said immediately, then looked at Panyang on the chair, who seemed to be asleep.

Zhou Yang walked to Pan Yang's side, picked him up, strode out, tossed him into the passenger seat, and got into the driver's seat himself.

Throughout the journey, Huan Yang lay asleep in the passenger seat. Listening to the traffic around him, Huan Yang secretly rubbed his wrist. Hiss, the original owner's body was still too weak; even after forcibly splitting open a transparent mask, his hand still hurt.

The car stopped within minutes.

Zhou Yang carried Pan Yang upstairs to his own home and placed him on the bed.

But he didn't leave; instead, he stood by the bed and quietly watched Fan Yang.

"Aren't you going to explain?" Zhou Yang broke the silence.

Pan Yang stopped pretending to be asleep and opened his eyes: "That message wasn't sent by me, it was sent by Jiang Sunan, it was about that corpse."

Zhou Yang looked at Pan Yang, loosened his tie, took off his glasses and put them aside, then stepped forward and pressed down on Pan Yang: "Anything else?"

"That's all, really that's all." Pan Yang said helplessly. There really wasn't any more. Jiang Su Nan wanted to kill him, but he took care of it himself. The message was sent by Jiang Su Nan, and that was it.

Zhou Yang's eyes darkened as he looked into Pan Yang's eyes. He had only thought this person was interesting and wanted to play around with him, since he had never liked anyone since he was a child.

The more he spent time with him, the more he found that Huan Yang was really attractive to him. Huan Yang was bold, reckless, and confident. Now he couldn't understand this person at all. Why did the other party want to kill Huan Yang? Why did he have such great ability that he was not discovered by the police? And why was Huan Yang able to handle it so easily?

Thinking about this, he felt that Huan Yang was becoming increasingly out of his control, so he placed his hand on Huan Yang's neck.

Pan Yang clicked his tongue, and with a forceful movement, the two switched positions. Pan Yang's hand was still aching, so he just used his arm to press down on the other person: "Zhou Yang, what are you thinking?"

"..." Zhou Yang remained silent, simply watching him quietly, but his eyes concealed too many emotions.

“Zhou Yang.” Pan Yang frowned, his voice flat: “What were you thinking just now?”

The air pressure around them made 001 feel uneasy. After about ten minutes, Zhou Yang finally spoke first.

“You can’t leave me. You’re mine. You’re the one who came to provoke me.” Zhou Yang said, taking a deep breath and suddenly pulling out a hand to grab Pan Yang’s collar.

His nostrils were filled with the other's scent. After the kiss, Zhou Yang's eyes reddened slightly as he unbuttoned Huan Yang's clothes.

"You want to kill me, don't you?" Pan Yang's voice made him stop what he was doing.

"I..." Zhou Yang opened his mouth. For a moment, he did want to kill Huan Yang. He wanted to keep Huan Yang by his side, to belong to him alone, so that everything would be under his control.

But now, looking into Fan Yang's eyes, he felt inexplicably flustered: "I, I'm sorry, I just... I'm just worried..." that you might suddenly leave one day, just as suddenly as you appeared.

Zhou Yang took a deep breath. What would Pan Yang think of him? Would he think he was a madman? Or would he just kick him out?

“Zhou Yang, don’t you believe me? In a sense, I came into this world just for you, so I won’t criticize your possessiveness towards me.”

Zhou Yang felt his mind go blank when he heard what Fan Yang said. Fan Yang didn't dislike him, and Fan Yang said that he came into the world for his own sake?

"But you must understand..."

“I understand.” Zhou Yang interrupted Pan Yang, “I understand, I believe you.” Then he kissed her again.

No sleep for one night.

The next morning, the two ate breakfast and went to work. Zhou Yang had noticed that Pan Yang's wrist was slightly dislocated the night before, and Zhou Yang had straightened it, so it no longer hurt.

Inside the office, Shang Cheng was flipping through his laptop when he saw Pan Yang enter, at which point he abruptly slammed the laptop shut.

"Ahem, I just suddenly realized that Song Jiangci's company has a higher share price than ours! No way! We absolutely cannot be surpassed!" Shang Cheng said seriously, "Secretary Qiao, do you have any good ideas?"

"Did you kill their company's cash cow again?"

"good idea!"

001: "..." They really are a pair of people who dare to say it and a pair of people who dare to believe it.

“But the cleaning service was discovered last time, we can’t do that again!” Shang Cheng stroked his chin: “So Secretary Qiao, think of another idea.”

"Didn't you forbid us from mentioning Song Jiang's poems?" Pan Yang suddenly remembered this and blurted it out.

"This one," Shang Cheng said, his eyes darting around. "I'm only doing this for the good of our company!"

However, Fan Yang remained expressionless, showing no sign of believing him.

In the end, Shang Cheng compromised, listlessly opened his laptop, and searched the search bar on the search interface: "What should I do if I've fallen for my arch-enemy?"

"Alright, Secretary Qiao, you have experience, why don't you give me some advice?"

"Why don't you just tell him you like him?" Pan Yang felt completely baffled. If you like someone, why don't you just say it directly?

"That won't do!" Shang Cheng stood up abruptly and slammed his hand on the table. "Absolutely not!" He had just rejected them, and now he was just asking to be laughed at.

"..." Pan Yang rolled his eyes, took out his phone, found the Song Jiang Ci page, and quickly typed in the text.

"What are you doing?" Shang Cheng exclaimed in surprise upon seeing Pan Yang's actions.

"nothing."

Before Shang Cheng could ask any more questions, he heard his phone ring. He carefully picked up the phone he had left on his desk. The caller ID showed Song Jiangci!

Holy crap, what did Secretary Qiao send?! Why did Song Jiangci call me? How should I say it?!

He swallowed hard and answered the phone resignedly, "Hello."

"You like me?" His voice, which was all too familiar, came through the phone.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth as if resigning himself to his fate: "Why not? I never said I couldn't go back on my word, and besides, I'm the CEO, I can like whoever I want!"