[Transmigration Book] His white moonlight became an assist

He was like a frightened deer now, unable to find his way in the jungle, he kept scurrying around, finally calmed down, and watched all the people approaching vigilantly.

Qi Chi didn't dare to provoke him again, and even spoke cautiously.

"No, he was used to by Brother Qiao."

Qi Chi arranged the fast food boxes one by one, and prepared the disposable gloves.

"Come and eat."

Cheng Yourang looked at the things on the table and was silent for a moment: "I have no appetite."

Qi Chi lowered his head and repeatedly fiddled with the little thing on the table: "Don't you like eating this very much?"

"I don't want to eat it now," Cheng Yourang smelled the aroma, but couldn't whet his appetite. "If you don't want to eat it, give it to the staff downstairs."

Qi Chi didn't move.

"Can you give me a chance to ask your forgiveness?"

"You don't need my forgiveness," Cheng Yourang looked at him, his eyes were obviously calm, but they looked full of shock, "You were originally Qiao Shumu's suitor, and I almost fell in love with Qiao Shumu. The one who has gone to bed. You should hate me and look down on me."

"Don't think so, you can blame me for my poor guessing. I hurt you maliciously before I knew more about you. I'm sorry, is there a way for you to forgive me ?”

"You obviously have a lot of excuses to whitewash peace, but why did you choose to tell me the truth?"

Cheng You let his gaze deepen, and the atmosphere between the two became anxious, as if nothing was right at this time.It is equivalent to adding a wildfire to the new grass, which will never die.

This game between them seems to be a life-and-death game, and no one can benefit.

"I don't blame you, I just think of a friend and feel a little sad for him."

That outstanding big boy has almost the same appearance as him.

He doesn't know where he is now, what he has experienced, whether he is in another part of the world now, whether he is happy, whether he has met someone worth paying for.

"I like honey mustard." Cheng Yourang sat down at the coffee table and put on disposable gloves. "You should drink soda when eating fried chicken. Why did you buy milk?"

"Drink milk before going to bed and have a good dream."

Qi Chi sat on the ground beside him.

Cheng Yourang grabbed a piece of fried chicken and took a bite.It is no longer hot, the temperature is just right, the outside is crispy and the inside is tender, and the taste is very good.

"It tastes good."

"As long as you like it."

Cheng Yourang nodded, and silently ate the piece of fried chicken in his hand.

Qi Chi handed the milk to his hand, and he took a sip.The milk is still hot, and even my stomach is warm after drinking it.

"Go to bed early tonight, I won't see you off."

This may be the gentlest rejection Qi Chi has ever heard in front of him.

He didn't forgive him, but still ate what he sent, and then politely let him go.

Qi Chi repacked the few boxes of fried chicken that he hadn't moved, and got up: "Then I'll send these to the staff downstairs first. I won't bother you anymore, go to bed early."

Cheng Yourang nodded and wanted to watch him leave.

"Young."

"Ok?"

Qi Chi stood in front of him, feeling so at a loss again.He has always been raised as an heir, and everyone sees him as a superior person favored by fate, as if he was born superior.

But when he grew up, he discovered that it was this so-called elite education that made him almost lose the ability to treat others with an equal perspective.

The person who appeared in front of him now has never been inferior to anyone else. They are in the same place, but they seem to be standing on different steps, always separated by a distance.

He dislikes his own eyes above the top, and judges a person from the top down.He hated himself even more because of paranoia and anger, and pulled an innocent person into the center of the whirlpool he was in.

"Drink the milk and have a good dream. Good night!"

Cheng Yourang looked up at him: "Well, you too."

The night was quiet, because Qi Chi apologized inappropriately, both of them lost interest in going out.

The two rooms were next to each other, and they were lying on their respective beds, tossing and turning sleeplessly.

After waking up the next day, Cheng Yourang returned Qi Chi's news.In less than 10 minutes, he knocked on the door and came in, carrying breakfast in his hand.

He put the breakfast on the table one by one, and when he came out of the wash, he asked, "Do you drink milk, soy milk or coffee?"

Cheng Yourang looked at the pile of food on the table, both Chinese and Western, covering half of the table.He picked out what he wanted to eat, took another cup of soy milk, and replied slowly: "Just ask me next time, you don't need to buy so much."

Qi Chi responded with a smile: "Okay."

The smile on his face was so dazzling that Cheng Yourang avoided his eyes and ate breakfast silently with his head down.

After eating, Qi Chi asked again: "Want to go for a walk?"

He drove a few hours to Linshi last night, just to let him fulfill his wish to see the sea.But it seemed screwed up, and he wasn't sure if he'd want to see the sea, or be with him.

Cheng Yourang wanted to persuade him not to be so nervous, but he couldn't say it.What Qi Chi did to him was not something they could erase if they thought about it. Those humiliation and belittling were like a big knife lying between them, making them afraid to approach.No matter how degenerate emotions later in the middle.

"Go."

After packing up, Qi Chi drove him out again.

The car drove for almost half an hour, but I didn't even see the corner of the sea.Cheng Yourang remembered that it didn't take long to go back to the hotel last night, he knew that the purpose of this trip might not be to see the sea blowing the sea breeze as he thought.

When he arrived at the place, Qi Chi led him in and explained to him: "This is opened by a partner of mine. We just happened to be here, so let's give him a compliment?"

Cheng Yourang was noncommittal and followed him all the way.The scale here is very large and divided into many blocks.

There are many youths and children in white clothes, wearing boxing gloves, training.

Cheng Yourang kept watching silently, and even Qi Chi didn't speak when he exchanged greetings with the person in charge here.

Qi Chi handed him a pair of boxing gloves, and asked with a smile, "Come to play?"

After receiving simple guidance, the two went directly to the field.

Cheng Yourang shook his hand, his eyes were full of light.

After the politeness, he raised his hand first, and threw it directly at Qi Chi's face.

He can hate, hate him for failing him, hate him for humiliating himself again and again, hate him for making his life difficult.But he is not qualified to do so, nor should he.

Everything here is full of variables, he is not the original owner, so he cannot hate for him, and Qi Chi has never done anything to hurt the original owner.He might have done it if he had the chance, but the reality is, whether he wanted to or not, he hadn't done it in this line of events.

The only thing he can hate is Qi Chi's humiliation to him during the first few meetings.Everything else is just his prejudice against him from an advanced perspective of God and his sympathy for the misfortune of the original owner.

But he can't be so rational.Anger overcame reason, and a monstrous hatred surged in his heart.

Even this person's constant pampering made him hate so much.