[Transmigration Book] His white moonlight became an assist

The next Friday, as soon as Cheng Yourang got home, he received a call from Qi Chi, asking him to pack up his things for a short-term trip, and agreed with his grandma that he would go out for two days.

"I'll try to get off work as early as possible and come to pick you up. You're ready."

Cheng Yourang felt that it was too bad, and he didn't know where to start complaining.

"What do you mean? Who said that I can go out with you with my luggage?"

Qi Chi also had reasons: "Didn't you promise to leave this weekend to me?"

"I promised you that I could have a meal together, and I said I could go to a room with you?"

Qi Chi laughed twice over there: "I won't open the room, you live in one by yourself. I won't do anything against your wishes, I just want to take you somewhere, don't worry."

Cheng Yourang laughed dryly: "I really don't feel relieved at all."

When it was just getting dark, Qi Chi finally picked up someone.

The car drove for almost an hour and got on the highway.

"Where to?"

Cheng Yourang asked unrepentantly, knowing that he would definitely not be able to go back tonight, so he gave up struggling.

"surprise."

"Just don't be frightened."

Cheng Yourang was not interested, unless he was about to sleep on himself now, otherwise he couldn't muster any strength, so he slumped lazily on the car seat: "You just got out of the hospital not long ago, is it okay to drive for such a long time?"

"good."

He didn't answer in the affirmative, and Cheng Yourang still had some influence on how much he knew.

"Why do you go so far? Why don't you ask your assistant to drive? Or call a driver?"

Qi Chi chuckled: "Because of that place, I want to take you there myself."

After saying this, there was a long silence in the car.

Cheng Yourang wanted to say something, but he was worried that he was still driving, and he was afraid that if he really said it and irritated him, it would cost two lives.

And Qi Chi also tasted what he wanted to say from his silence, and he couldn't speak with his lips pursed.

They seem to have experienced ambiguity in advance, and they have reached a period where they cannot express their inner emotions and face them frankly.

The night is shrouded, if there is no light, it is completely impossible to see what is outside.

Cheng Yourang leaned on the back of the chair, and fell asleep this time.

The car has been driving for several hours, and finally arrived at the destination.

Cheng Yourang, who was shaken awake, squinted his eyes, with a blank expression on his face: "Why are you here?"

"I brought you out, you are not at home now."

When he finally came back to his senses, he belatedly said "Oh": "We're here?"

"Yes, come down and walk."

Cheng Yourang nodded. Just as he was about to move his legs, he found that his legs were numb and he couldn't use his strength.

His eyes widened and his mouth was pouted. Although he was very thin, his face looked like an aggrieved little bun: "Well, my legs are numb."

Seeing him showing such a defenseless and cute expression, Qi Chi's heart almost melted, he reached out to pick him up like a child, and put him on the ground smoothly.

When being picked up, Cheng Yourang was terribly frightened, and his legs didn't slow down, as soon as his feet touched the ground, he was about to fall forward again.

Qi Chi fished him back quickly with his eyes and hands, and hugged him tightly, only daring to let his toes touch the ground lightly, for fear that he would fall again.

This posture lasted for almost 2 minutes, Cheng Yourang reached out and pushed his chest: "Okay, my legs are no longer numb, let me go."

Catching the flash of shame on his face, Qi Chi let go of his hand in a kind manner: "Be careful, let's walk over there."

"Ah."

Cheng Yourang looked ahead, and there was a lighthouse with lights on, illuminating the fluorescent sea.

The sea breeze blows on the body, it is cool.The sand on the soles of the feet is also soft, and it will sink in when you step on it.

The sea was calm, but Cheng Yourang's heart was already turbulent, but he didn't shout excitedly or dance with joy.He just quietly walked along the coastline, blowing the sea breeze, quietly feeling his hair being tousled by the wind, without saying anything.

After walking for some distance, Qi Chi held his hand, with imperceptible tension in his tone: "You said you want to see the sea, so I'll bring you here."

Cheng Yourang's hands were naturally hanging by his side, and he smiled: "Thank you!"

"You don't need to say thank you to me," Qi Chi carefully shook the hand that didn't get a response, "I want to formally apologize to you."

Cheng Yourang didn't answer, but listened to him quietly.

"When we first met, I hit you out of anger. I'm sorry. I don't know how to ask for your forgiveness. If you want to fight back, I fully accept it."

Qi Chi took a deep breath and continued.

"And because I saw that you were going to open a room with...he in a hotel, I thought you were a dissolute person, so I was very rude to you afterwards. I really despised you at that time, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! You Give me a chance... to make up for these mistakes?"

Cheng Yourang was silent for a long time, and finally smiled lightly, but his tone was alienated and indifferent: "You saw that I agreed to Qiao Shumu, so you hit me, and you also think that I am a bad person who can be fucked casually. You started from the first They looked down on me from the very first meeting, and used me as a tool to torture each other with Qiao Shumu."

"Sorry, I was wrong, I hope..."

Cheng Yourang interrupted him: "It's okay, what's wrong with you, that's what you saw. I just want to ask you, if I didn't agree to Qiao Shumu, would you go after him or come to me?"

This kind of statement is too ridiculous, Cheng Yourang hates it in his heart.

The first decision he made after entering the book was to agree to Qiao Shumu and escape from Qi Chi's men.

But he obviously escaped with difficulty and completed his self-rescue.He was complacent about his success, but in his eyes he became a rotten person with no bottom line and no dignity.

Because of his choice, the original plot did not continue.If it was still the original plot, he rejected Qiao Shumu but went to have a room with him, would he also think that he is a poor ghost who can be played with casually?

Cheng Yourang felt it was ridiculous, and a sense of sadness welled up from the bottom of his heart.When he wrote it, why didn't he think that Qi Chi had such a view of him from the beginning?

"Yourang, I was really wrong. It was all my fault. I misunderstood you. You are fine, you are really fine..."

"You are right, I am just a pawn at your mercy. From the beginning to the end, it has always been like this."

Cheng Yourang shook off his hand, and the temperature of his fingertips lost little by little.

"Go back, I don't want to read it."

Cheng Yourang sat in the car without asking him where he was taking him again.He looked out of the window with a blank expression, he seemed to have no energy, and he didn't say a word.

Qi Chi drove the car to a hotel, went to the front desk to get two room cards, and gave him one.

He took the card and went back to the room without saying a word.

Half an hour later, Cheng Yourang opened the door and saw Qi Chi standing at the door.He was holding several takeaway bags in his hand, and stood there in some embarrassment.

"May I come inside?"

Cheng Yourang let go of the door handle and walked in.Qi Chi followed behind him and closed the door.

There was only one wall lamp on in the room, and the light was dim.Qi Chi looked around, turned on the light, and put the things in his hand on the coffee table.

"You should be hungry, right? I bought something to eat, come and eat."

The aroma soon wafted out, and Cheng Yourang saw that there were several sets of fried chicken on the table, only the color of the sauce was different, and the aroma was alluring.There is a glass of milk next to it, and there is still a layer of steam on the lid.

"I don't know which flavor you like, so I bought more, and you choose what you like."

Although a piece of fried chicken doesn't cost much, for Cheng Yourang who can't even pay the rent for most of the year, buying several pieces at a time is still too extravagant.He has never bought so many different ones, and then chooses the flavor he likes to eat.

"Why do you like Qiao Shumu so much? Is it because you are used to him being so willful and pampered?"