[Transmigration Book] His white moonlight became an assist

"What girlfriend?"

Qi Chi squinted his eyes and looked at Cheng Yourang on the phone screen with a prey-staring gaze, full of danger.

"I told my grandma that I was in a relationship with a lovely girl, and she asked me to take it home and show her."

Cheng Yourang played tricks on purpose, but he made it up.

"Then how much do you think I should give that lovely girl to let her leave you?"

Cheng Yourang had calculated thousands of times, but he never thought that he would come up with the method of "taking the money and leaving quickly".

He blinked: "You can forward it to me, and I'll give it to her. You are all in my fish pond, so don't contact me directly."

Qi Chi didn't answer, but brought the phone closer.

Within half a minute, a transfer message popped up above the chat interface.

Tens of millions of tens of thousands...

After counting the last ones, Cheng Yourang swallowed: "I will bring your meaning to you."

Qi Chi, who is rich and powerful over there, nodded: "The transfer limit is up today, how many fish are there in your fish pond, can you make a list for me?"

Cheng Yourang was dumbfounded, and finally couldn't lie: "You have money but nowhere to spend it, right?"

"I can't help it—" He dragged the ending, and then laughed, "My boyfriend even made up such a thing as having a girlfriend. What if I didn't fulfill his wishes and he really found someone else?"

Cheng Yourang, who was exposed, was still a little surprised, thinking that his acting skills should be okay: "How did you see that?"

"How many times do you need me to say it?" Qi Chi looked at him seriously, "I love you and believe in you, you won't do such a thing."

This time, Cheng Yourang was unexpectedly not in a hurry, and it took a while before he said, "Hey, why do you like me?"

"There are many reasons, but the main one is—because it's you."

Cheng Yourang didn't quite understand the meaning of his words, maybe it was because of the lighting, he just felt that his eyes were bright when he looked at him seriously and told why he liked him.

"Ah."

He rolled his eyes and smiled contentedly.

"Eight, seven, six..."

The TV was still on, and when he heard the countdown coming from the TV, he hurriedly glanced at the people on the screen.

"three two--"

"Happy New Years, my boyfriend."

At the same time, the countdown on TV just reached one, and countless sounds of Happy New Year filled my ears.

He looked at him with a smile: "Happy New Year."

"In the past year, there was nothing particularly memorable before November, until I met you. I want to say the first happy new year to you every year, and I want to be with you every year Year."

He said emotionally, and at the end, he stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch his face: "I love you."

Every day before I met you was nothing special. Until I met you, I felt that every day before was just a foreshadowing, and I am looking forward to tomorrow with you.

It took Cheng Yourang two days to leave all the relatives who were due to leave, and on the third day after the New Year's Eve, he began to prepare to lie dead at home.

One day, he was playing a game in his room and suddenly the door was opened.

"Grandma, I don't eat fruit."

His eyes were still fixed on the screen, and he cut off the conversation before the other party could speak.

"As long as you play the game, don't you eat the fruit?"

When a familiar voice came, Cheng Yourang turned his head abruptly, and saw that the person who had just opened the door had come to him.

"Do you still want the boyfriend?"

The person who came in was his boyfriend.

Cheng Yourang pulled the earphones, stood up and kissed him on the cheek.

The flattered Qi Chi didn't have time to react when he saw the man put on the earphones again, and quickly returned to the camera position, his slender hands banging on the keyboard.

"Sit on the edge and wait a moment, my game has just begun."

After thinking about it again and again, Qi Chi still didn't dare to disturb him from playing games.But she didn't listen to him either, and stood next to him, stroking his hair with her fingers.

"Yo, why are you so busy?"

The door was pushed open again, and another familiar voice rang out. Cheng Yourang knew who it was without turning his head, and said casually, "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year." Qiao Shumu walked in and glanced at his computer screen, "You're pretty good at it."

"That is!"

Fortunately, knowing his virtue, Qiao Shumu didn't find it strange. He glanced at the phone and urged, "Play faster, there is still something to do."

Cheng You let his hands speed up, but he didn't delay his chat at all: "What's the matter? You're here on the third day of the Lunar New Year?"

Qiao Shumu complained: "The person next to you misses you and is too embarrassed to come alone, so he insists on pulling me to be the light bulb."

Qi Chi's face remained unchanged: "I just told my grandma that we have an appointment to watch a movie together, and we will set off after your game is over."

"Hmm okay."

After waiting for about ten minutes, Cheng You patted his hand, and a victory screen appeared on the screen.He quickly turned off the computer and stood up: "Okay, let's go."

Qi Chi took his hand and kissed the back of it: "Take the medicine, it's cold outside, so wear it thicker."

Cheng Yourang agreed happily, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Qiao Shumu's eyes almost rolled to the sky.

After he packed up, the three of them went out together.

After walking a certain distance, Cheng Yourang finally dared to ask, "Where are you going? Watching a movie?"

Qi Chi: "If you don't watch movies, your back injury hasn't healed yet, and you can't stand sitting for so long."

Qiao Shumu was half a step away from them, and looked at Cheng Yourang next to him with a smile: "He has a big screen at home, just go to his house and watch it."

Cheng Yourang raised his eyebrows, and Qi Chi understood what he was about to say almost instantly - how did he know that your house has a big screen?

Before he said it, the desire to survive made him immediately explain: "Sometimes I call some friends to see it, and it feels okay."

Cheng Yourang nodded and said nothing, but he didn't know if he really believed it or because Qiao Shumu was present.

Walking to the gate of the community, Qiao Shumu waved at them: "You guys are dating, I'll go first."

Cheng Yourang really didn't want to be with him, so he shook his hand emotionlessly, and watched him step into a car that didn't look cheap that was parked on the side of the road.

"Who sent him here?"

Cheng Yourang asked, just now Qiao Shumu was sitting in the co-pilot, and he saw a short-cut man in black sitting in the driver's seat.

"A half-breed with blue eyes, he's been with him lately."

"So someone was waiting for him, no wonder he was so anxious just now."

Cheng Yourang was amazed when he remembered the scarf he was still wearing around his neck just now.

Qi Chi fastened the seat belt for him, and kissed him on the corner of his lips: "Don't care about others, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Isn't there a pairing video every day!" Cheng Yourang muttered, pulled him back by his collar, and kissed him heavily.

Qi Chi responded quickly and took the initiative.

Suddenly Cheng Yourang groaned in pain, not the usual groan when he couldn't bear it when kissing, Qi Chi immediately let him go.

"Did you touch the wound?"

Cheng Yourang frowned, and looked at him with displeasure: "Kiss, just kiss, can you be more honest with your hands, it hurts me to death."

Hearing his complaint, Qi Chi smiled lightly, curled up his fingers and scratched the corner of his eyes lightly: "Are you really going to cry?"

With tears in his eyes, Cheng Yourang stared at him with red eyes, hating himself for writing such a deceitful setting, wondering why those girls whose aunts laughed every day liked it.

"Is there somewhere you want to go?"

"No." Cheng Yourang lacked interest, if possible, he wanted to stay at home.

"Then go to my place."

The amount of information in these words may not be the same as the two people think.

Moreover, his calm tone made Cheng Yourang unable to calm down at all. He rolled his eyes, and after thinking for a while, he finally agreed: "All right."