[Transmigration Book] His white moonlight became an assist

Xiao He found that the magic of love is really too great.

Where is it specifically reflected?It's just that his boss used to be a complete workaholic. He worked overtime like he was dying, and he could make himself into a hospital.It's fine now, when it comes to love, I go to work every day, and leave when the time comes, without waiting for a second.

I don't know if the chairman of his family knows what he looks like now.You probably don't know, or you'll get sick from anger.

When it was almost time to get off work, Xiao He put a bunch of documents on his desk, watched his expression carefully: "Brother, you need to deal with these documents."

Seeing such a thick stack of documents on the table, Qi Chi frowned and knocked on the table: "Let's put it away, I'll give it to you tomorrow morning, and you hand them in again."

"Are you going to take it home again?"

Xiao He said in surprise.In his cognition, even if he is currently in a position with a good salary, he is unwilling to spend his spare time working.

But the big devil in front of him who is in a relationship, in order to pick up his partner to and from get off work, he does not hesitate to take his work home every day to do it, and from time to time he has to hold a group of people for video conferences, which has caused him a lot of trouble.

Qi Chi responded casually: "Go out if you have nothing to do, and get off work by yourself when the time comes."

Xiao He, who was planning to wait until get off work, nodded and backed out.

"Wait, do you know any good movies for the Lantern Festival?"

Xiao He, who was stopped by him again, looked at him confusedly: "Ah?"

Qi Chi also felt puzzled by his reaction, a bit resentful: "You don't even know this?"

"Oh," Xiao He thought for a while, "there is an anti-war movie that should be pretty good, brother, do you want to watch it?"

"Any other types?"

"There is also a suspense film. A friend of mine watched it and said it was not bad."

"anything else?"

"There is also a domestic cartoon with a high rating, you can watch it!"

The person who was asking himself suddenly fell silent. Xiao He looked over dully, felt his death stare, and finally reacted: "Oh, brother, you want to watch it with Mr. Cheng, right? You want to watch Love piece?"

Qi Chi still looked at him without speaking, his eyes seemed ready to fire him at any moment.

Suddenly aware of the danger, Xiao He lowered his eyes and thought: "There are a few romance movies, but I heard that they are not very good. Why don't you consider the anti-war movie?"

"roll!"

Apart from the little episode before get off work, he was in a good mood that day, so he made a detour to the flower shop after get off work.

In the evening, he received someone as he wished, Qi Chi handed over a bouquet of flowers, and asked with a smile, "Are you out on a date tomorrow?"

Cheng You moved his lips, and it seemed that he was going to say the phrase "We have broken up" again, but after thinking about it for a few seconds, he decided not to say it.

He wouldn't listen even if he said it, so he didn't bother to bother.

"Can I say no?"

"No."

Qi Chi pursed his lips, even if he forced this date, it would still make him happy.

The car stopped at the gate of his community, Cheng Yourang opened the door and was about to get out of the car, only carrying his bag in his hand.

Qi Chi hurried to catch up and handed him the bouquet of flowers: "This is for you."

"I don't want it!" Cheng Yourang pushed back, not intending to continue.

Qi Chi didn't say anything, he just held up the bouquet of flowers, and the two of them silently stalemate.

Finally, Cheng Yourang tried to break the deadlock: "Grandma will be suspicious if I carry such a large bouquet of flowers home."

"Don't say it's from me, don't you still have a lovely girlfriend?"

He said it unintentionally, just because he remembered that he joked about his cute girlfriend before, which made him jealous for no reason.

But now there is some secret between the two of them, and it has something to do with a girl, which seems to have changed the meaning of this joke.

As expected, Cheng Yourang's expression was not very good, and he wanted to go around him: "See you tomorrow, you take this flower back."

While agreeing to tomorrow's date, he rejected the bouquet of flowers. It was really a stick to give a sweet date, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Qi Chi handed him the flower plug: "For you."

Cheng Yourang didn't answer, put both hands in his pockets: "No."

Both of them had a stubborn temper, one desperately wanted to give, the other desperately refused, and in the end, both of them were in a bad mood.

Cheng Yourang raised his hand and gave a low growl: "I said no, you don't understand human speech, do you?"

He felt that he didn't use much strength, but the flower was deflected by him, and it slipped directly from Qi Chi's hand and fell to the ground.

Seeing the flowers falling on the ground, Cheng Yourang felt even more irritable, glared at him, lifted his feet and left.

I didn't even check to see if the people behind me had picked up the flowers, whether they were going to take them away or throw them away.

He walked in, and when he got downstairs, he was suddenly pulled by someone and flashed into the path between the two buildings.

He subconsciously thought it was Qi Chi, so he kicked him, and only after hearing the angry roar of the other party did he realize that it was Zhang Jing.

That kick was quite heavy, Cheng Yourang touched his nose a little embarrassedly: "I thought it was a bad guy."

Zhang Jing's expression was distorted in pain: "You still worry about bad guys with your level of strength?"

Cheng Yourang laughed dryly, apologized again, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Come and see grandma." Zhang Jing was a little embarrassed when he said this, and he didn't look at him. "Which floor do you live on? I don't remember."

Cheng Yourang gave him a strange look. Selfishly speaking, he didn't want him to enter his house.

"We are going to eat soon, and there is not enough food for the third person. Come again next time."

The reason was too far-fetched, Zhang Jing was so angry that his eyes widened: "Your family can't get rid of the pot?"

Cheng Yourang nodded innocently: "I really can't entertain you, I'm sorry."

Zhang Jing should also have a bad temper, so he endured it for a long time before he stopped yelling at him again, and changed the subject: "You and your boyfriend don't seem to have a good relationship?"

Seeing the inexplicable smile on his face, Cheng Yourang frowned: "Isn't it fun to quarrel between lovers?"

Zhang Jing's face froze, and then he remembered the results of his observations in the past few days: "Then you are really interesting, you have been cold to him for a week, and he can still be used to you?"

Cheng Yourang stood a step away from him, making no expression.

"Are you already together? It's not that he has been pestering you after breaking up, right?"

"This is between us, it's inconvenient to talk about it with others."

It's not the first time Zhang Jing was reminded by him that "it's none of your business", and his face was a little ugly. Maybe he wanted to ease the atmosphere, and asked, "Really don't let me go up and sit?"

Cheng Yourang smiled emotionlessly: "Next time, it's really inconvenient today."

Zhang Jing stared at his face for several seconds before finally speaking, and the topic returned to his mysterious boyfriend: "If he is threatening you, I can help you."

Cheng Yourang looked at him amusedly: "Who is he? Are you referring to my boyfriend?"

He deliberately bit down the word "boyfriend", which was particularly awkward in Zhang Jing's ears.

"Did he threaten you? You don't like him, right?" Zhang Jing suddenly said urgently, "If so, just tell me, and I will help you."

"How do you help? Do you want to beat him up or stay with me?" Seeing the emotion on his face, Cheng Yourang showed disdain and snorted, "Zhang Jing, don't you despise our sexual orientation the most? A person who is different from the public? Why do you want to be depraved?"

Disliked by him so much, Zhang Jing showed embarrassment on his face: "I...I just want to..."

"I don't care what you think," Cheng Yourang looked at him, as if some thousand-year-old monster had become a spirit, "I did break up with him, and even if I broke up with him, there are still a lot of people waiting for me Pick. You should be able to see that my model is still very popular in this circle, when will it be your turn?"

He mercilessly laughed at his daydreaming, and even more at his lowliness and unbearableness.

Zhang Jing clenched his fists with both hands, staring at him closely with red eyes, "So this is what you really look like, isn't it? You used to pretend that the considerate and sensible student in front of me was you Did you come out? You have seen a lot and learned a lot, and you can even bluff people!"

Cheng Yourang didn't think considerate and sensible was a good word, so he just sneered and ignored his fury.

"Last year, the teacher asked you to take care of freshmen. You said you were embarrassed, but I went for you. If you are embarrassed in front of your juniors, are you embarrassed to do anything in front of men who want to fuck you? You How many men are there?"

Having found out that his speech was unpleasant, Cheng Yourang couldn't help but frowned, but said coldly, "You are the one who wants to help."

"Yes, it's me who wants to help you, and it's me, a fool, who still wants to help you!" Zhang Jing laughed at himself, "It was I who took the initiative to do projects for you when you were busy reviewing, it was me who saw you I go out with you every day when I go out for a part-time job by myself, and I went over the wall in the middle of the night to buy dumplings for you just because you said I wanted to eat dumplings!"

Cheng Yourang lowered his eyes and said coldly, "Since you feel it's not worth it, then let it go as soon as possible. I didn't force you to help me, and I don't owe you anything."

Someone grabbed his wrist suddenly, Cheng Yourang opened his eyes suddenly, and before he could speak, he was pushed against the wall by a strong force.

The wound on his back was not completely healed, and the surface of the wall was also somewhat uneven. With a sudden bump, he seemed to be able to feel the wound split open, and a trace of blood gushed out from the wound.

Unexpectedly, he held back the pain and looked indifferently at the man who grabbed him: "What are you doing?"

"Anyway, you don't like anyone, and you don't care about anyone." Zhang Jing's smile made people feel cold, "Isn't it the same to be with whoever you are with? Then why can't it be me? Why can't it be for you? Me with so many things?"

He has a hideous face, really like a monster.