The president is always unhappy [Transmigration Book]

Song Yuanzhou's heart sank, he had something on his mind, and he didn't hide it deep enough, he always showed some unnaturalness on his face. Fortunately, because of the tease just now, his face was flushed, which relieved a little tension.

He cheered himself up in his heart.

——[The first step is to conquer his heart with cooking skills, get√; the second step is to get along with each other naturally, so that each other can smoothly integrate into each other's life, get√; the third step is to find that he has started to eat a little vinegar, It's very accidental; the fourth step, can we develop into other relationships today?Come on, Xiaozhou. ]

Jiang Che took two clubs and gave one to Song Yuanzhou.

Song Yuanzhou held it in his hand and fiddled with it twice, trying to recall the postures of those domineering presidents holding clubs in the long-term memory, modern TV dramas.

He searched hard in the few TV series, and finally found a vague shadow.

But he didn't care.

Today's main task is not to really practice golf so that you can score goals.

This time, he wants to be that drunken man, he only cares about the beauty, he doesn't care about golf or billiards.

Song Yuanzhou shook his head, and simply stopped thinking, "Brother, is this how you hold it?"

Jiang Che didn't speak, but threw the pole in his hand on the ground.

Slowly approach Song Yuanzhou.

As he walked, he lowered his head and unbuttoned the cuff buttons of his shirt sleeves.

Song Yuanzhou also threw the pole on the ground, and took a step up to help Jiang Che roll up his sleeves.

Jiang Che simply straightened his arms, and looked down at him seriously rolling up his sleeves with lowered eyes. The shadow of his long eyelashes fell on his porcelain-white skin, and he looked obedient, more like a docile little rabbit.

Jiang Che suddenly felt a tightness in his throat, feeling a little thirsty.

Uncomfortably, he loosened the tie around his neck.

This small movement was caught by Song Yuanzhou, he raised his head slightly, staring straight at Jiang Che with big and energetic eyes.

The eyes were watery, as if reflecting a pool of clear spring water, with stars falling in it.

Song Yuanzhou deliberately practiced this action in front of a mirror, found a lot of angles, used a lot of camera memory, and finally decided on the current version, in order to arouse the desire of the man in front of him one day.

Didn't I say it all, two handfuls of dry firewood almost burnt to sparks.

Martians, the outside world will not spontaneously ignite, they can only create it themselves.

Thinking about it, the effect was really good. As soon as Song Yuanzhou raised his eyes, he saw Jiang Che's sexy Adam's apple sliding up and down, and a drop of sweat flowed down his chin to his chin, which just happened to fall on the corner of Song Yuanzhou's slightly raised mouth.

Jiang Che raised his finger, intending to wipe it off for him.

However, Song Yuanzhou opened those innocent and pitiful deer eyes, looked at Jiang Che innocently, opened his mouth slightly, and stretched out a ruddy soft tongue from his mouth, rolling the drop of sweat into his mouth.

He smiled sweetly at Jiang Che: "Well, it's a bit...salty."

Jiang Che's heart skipped a beat.

He stretched out his hands that hadn't rolled up his sleeves, and wrapped his arms around Song Yuanzhou's slender waist. After a little effort, Song Yuanzhou fell into his arms.

Jiang Che's face was half bent down, and the tip of his nose slowly touched his.

Song Yuanzhou clearly felt the increasingly hot temperature coming from the big palm on his waist against his skin.

"You...today is a bit special." When Jiang Che spoke, the hot breath from his mouth brushed Song Yuanzhou's lips, making them feel numb. Song Yuanzhou couldn't help but want to look at those two sexy lips with his eyes. Stopping him, the thirst burned all the way from his throat to his heart.

He... wanted to kiss him so much.

Jiang Che was actually no better than him.

Song Yuanzhou's reaction was relatively simple, almost everything he wanted was written on his face and body.

But Jiang Che will be more concerned about the changes in the environment.

The two of them leaned extremely close together, the sounds of breathing and heartbeat intertwined.

Song Yuanzhou couldn't tell whether the chaotic heartbeat was his own or the other party's.

Song Yuanzhou had some difficulty breathing, so he had to retreat a little bit, and saw the sweat on Jiang Che's forehead.

The weather was obviously cold, and it rained last night, so the bottom of the artificial turf was still wet.The sweat on Jiang Che's forehead was already soaked and wet.

Song Yuanzhou put his hands on Jiang Che's collar: "Brother... are you... a little hot?"

"Let me help you... unbutton it, okay?"

Jiang Che's arms around his waist tightened a bit, and the other hand fell on his face, as if there was a sea of ​​clouds in his eyes, and he could swallow himself into the ups and downs.

His voice was still cold, but he was clearly panting, "You know... what are you doing now?"

Song Yuanzhou bowed his head, thinking of the sand sculpture lines of the hero in the overbearing novel out of time.

I don't know if the following sentence, his brother Jiang, will come up with a sentence——

Man, you are playing with fire.

No, the vibe is gone, it's so funny.

Jiang Che had no idea how much the thinking of the person in his arms was jumping right now, and a hot kiss landed on Song Yuanzhou's forehead.

"Zhouzhou, although our beginning was due to a misunderstanding, but seeing you again, I... can't leave you more and more."

He kissed from the forehead to the eyes little by little: "I want to ask you, we will be like this for the rest of our lives, until we grow old, would you...would you like it?"

Song Yuanzhou's heart skipped a beat to his throat, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, "Brother, are you confessing your love or proposing marriage?"

Jiang Che's lips finally came to the lips he had missed for a long time: "There is only one person I like, and the person I want to spend my whole life with."

Jiang Che turned his face sideways, his four lips pressed together tightly.

Song Yuanzhou almost heard a satisfied sigh from his chest.

They kissed many times when they first met, on the bed, by the French windows, on the floor, in the bathroom...

But never has he been so satisfied and excited as he is now.

Song Yuanzhou's two hands slowly wrapped around Jiang Che's neck from the neckline, gently padding his feet.

Jiang Che's other hand fell from his face to the back of his head, supporting his head firmly.

With lips and tongues attacking fiercely, Song Yuanzhou had nowhere to hide and could only bear the violent storm from Jiang Che.

Song Yuanzhou opened his mouth helplessly, allowing Jiang Che's tongue to dance around in his own mouth.

And this originally "sparsely populated" golf course, those people who were originally in other venues.

They were all surrounded by the seine net behind them, each of them staring at them with big eyes, constantly looking at them.

[Come on, it's getting closer.My mother, our boss Jiang is really handsome, this action of rolling up his sleeves. ]

[I'm so crispy, I'm about to have a nosebleed. ]

[I'm going, they're hugging each other!Is it so exciting? ]

[Oh my god, did you kiss?Did you kiss? ]

[The little boss is really amazing, you look at the skin that can be broken by bullets, what are you waiting for, hurry up, throw yourself down! ]

After he finished speaking, everyone's eyes fell on him.

With one voice: [Sao Nian, please stop your dangerous speech. ]

[But it's really amazing, look at that small waist, it seems to be thinner than mine, I'm envious of my real name. ]

[I don't know who to envy now. ]

When Song Yuanzhou was let go, his knees softened and he almost knelt on the ground.

Fortunately, Jiang Che's hand was still on his waist, hugging him firmly.

The crowd of onlookers covered their mouths and let out an involuntary "Oh".

Jiang Che's icy gaze finally fell on them.

Everyone was shocked immediately, pretending to look at the sky and the ground to see the scenery, and immediately turned around with their hands behind their backs. At first, they walked back slowly, and finally they almost fled.

Jiang Che scared away a wave of troublemakers with his eyes.

Song Yuanzhou didn't realize it, and squatted down to pick up the club, intending to finish the unfinished teaching.

"Brother, is this the right way to hold the pole?"

After confirming the relationship, Jiang Che's voice unconsciously softened, and the magnetism was mixed with tenderness.

Hearing that, Song Yuanzhou's legs almost went limp again.

"Don't hold the club in the palm of your hand, look at me, hold it like this, with three fingers..."

In the afternoon, Song Yuanzhou learned a swing or two, and he was eager to play golf.

Relying on the fact that the relationship had just been confirmed, Song Yuanzhou acted unscrupulously, "Not in again..."

His voice was deliberately low, and there were still small tears in his eyes.

As expected, Jiang Che got the trick, grabbed the back of Song Yuanzhou's hand with his hand, and used his own strength to lead Song Yuanzhou to swing.

The ball flew up in an arc, landed steadily near the destination, followed the force, rolled forward for a certain distance, and fell into the hole.

This time, Song Yuanzhou received cheers and a huge hug.

"Brother, you are amazing!"

Jiang Che stretched out his face: "Is there any reward?"

Hu Qi and Qian Tezhu were standing not far away and watching.

Qian Tezhu frantically took notes in his heart: learned, learned.

Hu Qi clenched his fist on the side, as if he was being bullied, shook his head and sighed, pity that Zhou Zhou is too simple, and the high-cold president has too many routines.

When the dinner started, Jiang Che had a full meal with Song Yuanzhou.

During the entire dinner time, it seemed that only Song Yuanzhou really came to eat, and everyone else walked around the venue either with wine glasses or juices, toasting everywhere.

Song Yuanzhou ate a boneless chicken foot, and his mouth was full of sweet and sour lemon flavor and the aroma of chicken feet.

The delicious food almost made Song Yuanzhou jump up.

"Will they come to honor you?"

Jiang Che turned the table around: "No, they dare not."

Sure enough, after Song Yuanzhou had a full meal, no one dared to come to Jiang Che's side.

On the contrary, many people kept looking at him.

Song Yuanzhou suddenly felt unnatural.

Why are their eyes so weird...

Song Yuanzhou wiped the corners of his mouth with a towel, and Jiang Che next to him asked him if he wanted to leave.

Song Yuanzhou: "Ah? Are you leaving now? But you haven't eaten anything."

Jiang Che stared at him with a pair of abyss-like black eyes, as if they wanted to swallow himself up.

Song Yuanzhou shrank his neck nervously.

Jiang Che: "I can eat later."

Song Yuanzhou couldn't say anything, he could only say "ah" in a daze.

A pair of hot hands grabbed his wrists, pulled him up from his seat, and walked towards the door diagonally behind.

There is a flower-shaded path over there, leading all the way to the manor villa behind.

There is an independent villa that is not rented out and occupies the best location in the entire manor.

It was left to him by Jiang Che.

Song Yuanzhou was dragged away: "What will you eat later?"

The corner of Jiang Che's mouth curled slightly: "Are you full?"

Song Yuanzhou:? ? ?

Are you asking him?Why did you ask me again.

He nodded in confusion.

Jiang Che chuckled, "Then I'll eat you... that's enough."

The author has something to say: Mr. Jiang: Hurry up and put Mr. Jiang's best behavior on the public screen!

感谢在2020-06-2300:34:03~2020-06-2423:39:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottles of "Orange Chen";

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!