[Transmigration Book] His white moonlight became an assist

After Qi Chi returned home, he read all the documents he brought back, only to realize that he had already missed dinner time.Just about to order something casually, I picked up the phone and saw a few messages received almost half an hour ago.

Seeing the WeChat account that had not been contacted for 800 years on the opposite side, Qi Chi immediately guessed that it was from Qiao Shumu, who had been by his side recently.

A few days ago, Qiao Shumu blocked himself suddenly, and he could guess that it was because of some circumstances that he didn't take the initiative to add him back.

Anyway, there's nothing to talk about.

He clicked on the message and found a picture and a message from the other side.

"The corner of the wall is about to be dug through. Are you still squatting at home?"

Zooming in on the photo, Cheng Yourang was sitting at the same table with a man in a dimly lit bar, and there were already several empty wine bottles in front of him.

The two seemed to be talking about something, their heads were a little closer.But the photo was taken from the side, so it was not clear who the man sitting next to him was.

As expected of Qiao Shumu, he also thoughtfully attached an address below.

Qi Chi frowned, turned his head and saw the brightly blooming flowers in the vase, and for the first time felt a sense of whether he shouldn't be meddling.

On the other side, Cheng Yourang was drinking wine in boredom, and his eyes fell casually on the male singer singing on stage.

Zhang Jing sat next to him, watched his cold face all night, was so angry that he didn't know what to say, and kept drinking.

After the two quarreled, he proposed to come to the bar to have fun, and Cheng Yourang agreed, but he didn't say a word when he arrived, as if he really wanted to drink so he came.

The bar was very lively, and the two of them were silent.

Suddenly, someone at the opposite table slammed several bottles of wine on the table, making a deafening noise, which attracted the attention of both of them.

As if guessing that they would look over, the person who had just walked to the opposite table also looked up at them, and then sat down facing them.

The opposite table has changed, and they all know who the newcomer is.

"He still pesters you after you broke up?" Zhang Jing asked with a frown.

Cheng Yourang took a sip of the wine, more like saying to himself: "I won't break up. I didn't choose a good time. If he tortures me like this when he loves me the most, he will definitely not let it go."

Hearing the sigh in his tone, Zhang Jing asked: "So you can't bear it anymore?"

Cheng Yourang didn't answer, but tapped his fingers on the table: "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Zhang Jing glared at him angrily: "No."

Cheng Yourang had already guessed that he did not, and Cheng Yourang was not surprised, but just smacked his lips in dissatisfaction.

"You still smoke?"

Cheng Yourang didn't take it seriously: "It will be fine if you don't try more?"

Zhang Jing snorted coldly, showing another disdainful expression.

There was another sound of wine glass knocking against the table on the opposite table, deliberately attracting people to look at it.

Cheng Yourang lowered his eyes, held the bar to his mouth, and sipped it in small sips.

"Why doesn't he come directly?"

Hearing his question, Cheng Yourang didn't respond at all.Zhang Jing thought he was trying to embarrass himself, so he didn't bother to continue asking.

Cheng Yourang actually didn't understand this question.

With his domineering character and strong possessiveness, he has chased him to the bar, why would he just sit opposite them and drink?

It would make sense for him to rush over and forcefully kiss himself in front of Zhang Jing, as expected.It's really abnormal to sit and drink so calmly opposite.

Qi Chi is the embodiment of Cheng Yourang's aesthetics. Even if the two have been together for a long time, that face has already been integrated into his life for him, and he will still be amazed by him from time to time.

Especially now that he is sitting in a corner with a posture of not getting close to strangers, the sense of abstinence and temptation are violently impacting, making him particularly attractive.

The slender fingers held the wine glass, making the bones even more distinct.

Before he knew it, Cheng Yourang's eyes had already landed on his hand.

and then up-

He was not dressed properly, and two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, exposing a piece of his collarbone.There are still a few ambiguous marks on the fair skin, which were gently ground with the tip of the teeth.

His Adam's apple protruded, and when he was drinking, he swallowed up and down, and his hormones burst out, seducing anyone who wanted to see it.

His jaw was well-shaped, well-defined and not too sharp or too round.The lips are very thin, and they look a bit pursed when they are not speaking.

The bridge of the nose is high, and there is a pair of eyes with a very mixed look.

Deep and charming, he was staring at himself right now.

The four eyes meet, and the warm affection meets.

"How do you drink so fast?"

Finding that the wine bottle was suddenly half empty, Zhang Jing looked over strangely, and suddenly found that his eyes had already stopped elsewhere.

He and the man at the opposite table looked at each other, staring straight at each other.

His first reaction was that the eyes of these two people were equally explicit.But it wasn't until the next second that they realized that their eyes were extremely complicated.

It's a burning passion like fire, like two people who can only see each other in their eyes.There are also deep-seated thoughts and nostalgia, because the seemingly insignificant and insurmountable distance between the two people.There are more complicated things that he can't understand.

They seemed to be kissing with their eyes.

Zhang Jing thought.

And Cheng Yourang didn't hear what he said, let alone notice his gaze on her.

Probably due to many "accidental" stares at each other, he finally became unscrupulous and fixed his gaze firmly on him.

Want to rub each other into the body.

To belong to him, or to be him.

Only a passage away, the two looked at each other, drinking one glass of beer after another, as if they could hear each other's inner voice.

Suddenly, Cheng Yourang saw Qi Chi slam the wine glass on the table again, with anger in his eyes.

He was startled, as if he had just come out of the world where there was only the other party, and found a shadow cast by his side - Zhang Jing was approaching him little by little.

Qi Chi stood up, and just as he was about to rush over, he saw Cheng Yourang standing up too.

He immediately caught his gaze.

He couldn't explain why, but he still didn't go over, just looked at him quietly and asked silently.

After staring at each other for a while, Cheng Yourang looked away, picked up his mobile phone from the table, and glanced at Zhang Jing who was sitting there blankly: "You drink too much, go home, I will go first too."

"Are you really not going to break up?"

Zhang Jing asked him suddenly.

A trace of panic flashed in Cheng Yourang's eyes, and then he lowered his eyelids to cover them up.He tidied up his clothes elegantly, and smiled again: "I'm leaving first, see you after the holiday."

The weather in the north is unpredictable, and there is still no sign of getting warmer.It's warm and comfortable in the bar, but it's cold and windy when you go out.

Cheng Yourang wrapped up his coat tightly, and wanted to walk to the side of the road to take a taxi back.

It's so late, the bus is long gone.He smelled of alcohol and didn't want to squeeze the subway.

"Mr. Cheng!"

As soon as he walked to the side of the road and looked at the intersection, Cheng Yourang heard someone calling him behind him.

When he turned around, he saw Xiao He walking towards him.

"Brother asked me to take you back," Xiao He smiled at him, "I know the address, let's go."

Cheng Yourang looked him up and down, and found that he was neatly dressed, even his hair was blown out, it didn't look like he was called here temporarily.

"Then how did he go back?"

"Did he drink too much?" Xiao He said indifferently, "He drove here by himself, and he will just call a substitute driver later."

Cheng Yourang watched a car whizzing by in front of him silently, and refused: "Go and see him, I'll take a taxi back by myself, and I won't bother you."

"What's the matter?" Xiao He exclaimed, "As long as he can send you back safely, he can sleep under the overpass. Mr. Cheng, leave him alone, he is happier than anyone else when you get home safely, let's go."

Sleeping under the overpass is fine, Cheng Yourang knew he was exaggerating, but he still felt a little sad.

"Why didn't he come to me in person?"

Xiao He didn't know why he asked the question suddenly, and looked over in shock, only to find that the person who had just talked to him had turned away.

Qi Chi held the bottle and drank fiercely, and there was no one around him.

In fact, there was one just now, and he drove it away.

Seeing his attitude, the other people who were eager to try probably guessed that he was getting drunk for love, so they stopped thinking about it.

He had just filled the wine glass, and just when he drank less than half of the wine in the glass, the wine glass was suddenly snatched away.

He looked up and saw Cheng Yourang against the light, holding the wine glass snatched from him, drinking with his head up.

There was wine flowing down from the corner of the mouth, and the Adam's apple rolled, full of masculine strength.

Qi Chi looked at him in surprise, and finally came to his senses and stood up, snatching the glass of wine back.

There was only the bottom of the glass left, and he raised it to his mouth to finish the rest of the wine.The spicy wine irritated his mouth, and he was so hot that he held the face of the person in front of him and kissed it heavily.

Cheng Yourang responded obediently, pushed him back on the sofa with a clever trick, and straddled him with his legs bent.

No matter how spicy and hot the wine is, it can't compare to the sweetness in the other party's mouth.The smell of alcohol filled the air, as if to cheer them up and make this crazy wildfire burn a bit more.

They are in it, even if they are going to be burned to ashes in the next second, they still want to hold each other tightly in this second.

Now it was Cheng Yourang holding his head.

Everyone felt that the young master of the Qi family was unkind and cold and difficult to get along with.Only he can be so proud of favors, no matter how rude he is, he won't provoke anger.

His lips were still pressed against his face, and when he was speaking, the smell of alcohol and his breath rushed to his face.

"To the hotel or yours?"