The scumbag can't hold back his tears [Quick Transmigration]

"As expected!" The CEO narrowed his eyes, staggered out from behind Wei Yinzhuang, put his two fingers together in front of his forehead, and said sharply, "Hey, mere corn, how dare you become a genius??!"

Lin Nuannuan was taken aback by Lihua crying like rain, "Ting, you...don't even want to say ordinary things to me now?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Lin Nuannuan took it for granted, thinking that she had accidentally seen through the heart of that heartless and ungrateful man, and immediately felt sad from it, crying even louder, with a stern look on her face.

Qin Zheng's brain was already in a mess. Seeing that the corn spirit was crying under the shock of his leader, he was immediately satisfied, straightened his chest like a bird with its thick chest hair in winter, and stood up. Two fingers went straight to the forehead of the corn spirit, wanting to turn this demon on the spot——

However, his waist tightened.

Qin Zheng didn't know the situation, and was horrified to find that he was getting farther and farther away from the corn essence.

What kind of sorcery is this? !

Wei Yinzhuang felt a headache watching, and stretched out his arms to circle the fool away.

It took nearly a minute for Qin Zheng's stagnant brain to realize that he had been circled away.

After discovering, Qin Zheng fought fiercely for the Soviet's free will all the way, using both hands and feet.

In the end it ended up being invalid.

The upper floor of the ball hall is the guest room.

Wei Yinzhuang opened a room, and threw Situ Changting in his arms who was about to fly.

close the door.

Wei Yinzhuang pulled off his heavy cloak impatiently, frowned and asked Situ Changting, "Are you crazy? What were you doing just now?"

The president maintained the posture in which Wei Yinzhuang threw him in, slumped face down on the bed, motionless.

Feeling something was wrong, Wei Yinzhuang stepped forward and patted the president's face, "Why are you not moving, you..."

Let's stop at the middle of the question.

The cheeks touched by his hands were soft and hot.

It's just that Situ Changting was too thick-skinned, and he was as hot as a high fever, and there was no hint of it on his face.

are you sick?

Wei Yinzhuang withdrew his hand, "I'll call the doctor, you lift the quilt and lie down."

The CEO slowly turned over like a salted fish, slumped frontally on the bed, and stared at Wei Yinzhuang with confused eyes.

There is no thought of covering the quilt at all.

Wei Yinzhuang had no choice but to turn back from the door, lift off the quilt himself and stuff Situ Changting in.

But as soon as Wei Yinzhuang lifted the quilt, the president rolled over and pushed back the quilt that Wei Yinzhuang had lifted.

Wei Yinzhuang raised his eyebrows and said in a threatening tone, threatening the CEO, "If you flip over again, I'll wrap you in a quilt as a ball and tie you up with a rope."

Hearing this, the CEO was incompetent and furious, and punched the eiderdown mattress, leaving a huge crater five millimeters deep.

Wei Yinzhuang condescended, "Not convinced?"

Another punch.

Plus one big pit for duck down mattress.

The confusion in the CEO's eyes was gradually replaced by anger, and he stared at Wei Yinzhuang viciously, as if he was issuing some decree that ordinary people have no right to resist, "I'm hot!"

After speaking, the president frantically tore off the shredded shirt as evidence.

Wei Yinzhuang "..."

It's silly and unpredictable.

a weirdo.

Staring at Situ Changting, Situ Changting looked back at him without knowing why.

suddenly--

A strange feeling slowly fermented in Wei Yinzhuang's heart, giving off a feeling of being at a loss, but when touched, it could make people tolerate, or connivance to a specific person.

It is indeed strange.

I don't know what it means, and I don't know how to deal with it.

Holding down the CEO's hand that was tearing his clothes ruthlessly, Wei Yinzhuang stood beside the bed and looked at him quietly, his expression indistinguishable.

Paralyzed on the bed, with nowhere to vent the heat.

The hand tearing the clothes was also held down and unable to move.

Qin Zheng was about to suffocate.

All the blood above was stimulated by the effect of the medicine and flowed back to the original place.

Think, want to touch it.

Qin Zheng raised his trembling hands to his eyes, as if if these two hands were not in front of his eyes, he would run to the place he couldn't help but want to go when his will was weak.

No, absolutely not, there is another person by my side!

Must not! !

Although I can't recognize who that person is, but no matter who it is, it won't work!

But... well, it's so uncomfortable.

Qin Zheng tried his best to restrain himself, and gasped twice quickly, weakly and pitifully.

"Uncomfortable? Wait..."

I'll go to the doctor right away.

Wei Yinzhuang didn't finish his sentence, just as he moved his legs, he heard

"I'm hard."

"what?"

Wei Yinzhuang suddenly turned around and stared at Situ Changting's face.

The leader's will can't hold on.

Qin Zheng lay paralyzed on the bed, a trace of sadness appeared in his drowsy brain

People of the Soviets, I am sorry for you.

Unsteadily propping himself up, Qin Zheng barely maintained his sitting posture, beckoning to the person standing in the room, "Come here."

The man walked over obediently.

Qin Zheng knelt up with great difficulty, grabbed the man's hands and squeezed them together, "I need you."

The voice of the person who spoke to him seemed to gradually change into a man's voice at some point.

Was it a woman just now?

Is it a man now?

Qin Zheng no longer cared.

The two hands were clasped, and the temperature of the other person seemed very cold.

The tone is exactly the same cool, like containing unmelted ice "What do you need me for?"

doing what?

Qin Zheng frowned, thought for a while in a daze, and answered upside down, "Go up, go up to you... yes, it should be like this."

"is it?"

The man withdrew his hand and stroked Qin Zheng's lips, his voice seemed much lower.

Qin Zheng tied three fingers around his ears and solemnly promised, "I promise... I'm as indestructible as corn."

Then Qin Zheng got hit on the forehead.

The president, whose limbs were limp, fell flat on the mattress under the blow of an unknown person.

There seemed to be the sound of opening the cabinet in my ears.

soon.

A cool wind blew up, and a figure covered Qin Zheng's eyes staring at the ceiling light.

It seemed that there was rustling, the sound of cloth rubbing and falling.

The very light, unique taste of tea leaves lingers into Qin Zheng's nasal cavity astringently.

Qin Zheng subconsciously sniffed the smell that seemed to make people wake up, and thought slowly.

As if I should do something too.

what to do?

Can't remember.

After thinking for a long time, Qin Zheng silently opened his pants chain.

The hand pulling the trouser chain was held in front of the trouser chain.

Qin Zheng struggled, but failed to escape.

There was a person on top of him, but he didn't put the weight on Qin Zheng.

Just leaning in front of Qin Zheng, pressing closer, and then closer.

The hand that was held was pulled up again, upwards, touching the lower abdomen and chest, passing through the distinct texture inch by inch, the pulse, the heart seemed to be beating shortly under the palm of the hand.

The temperature on that person's body also became hot.

Qin Zheng heard a light panting sound, the breath passing through the back of the neck, making the spine of the tail numb, and trembling involuntarily.

The subtle sound of sipping kisses strings the pinnae, the side of the neck, the Adam's apple, and the collarbone together.

Qin Zheng's mind went blank.

The hotness seems to be venting.

suddenly.

The waist is tight, and the waist is empty.

Qin Zheng shook his hanging feet.

He was picked up.

"Hey, take a bath," the voice was very low, hoarse, close to the ear, accompanied by delicate kisses, "I'll help you."

The sound of rushing water sounded.

Qin Zheng was still under his embrace.

Then he was put into the bathtub very lightly, and the temperature of the water dripping onto him from the shower was neither too cold nor too hot.

The moment he touched the water, Qin Zheng's chaotic brain seemed to clear up a little.

Is he... in the bathroom?

What is he doing in the bathroom?

What is he doing in the bathtub?

Rationality returned to Qin Zheng's brain little by little, and after thumping in the bathtub for a long time, Qin Zheng supported the wall and stood up.

Which bathroom is this?

Unfamiliar.

The water in the shower ruthlessly poured from the top of Qin Zheng's head to his calves not in the bathtub. Qin Zheng was blinded by the water, but he still relentlessly thought about the current situation with his stopped brain.

The president looked from the ceiling to the floor, from the bathtub to the mirror.

In the mirror, besides himself with nothing but hair, the CEO also saw a big brother who also had nothing else.

Double meaning.

Big Brother vs. Big Brother.

Qin Zheng was startled, and lowered his head to stare at the big brother in reality, and couldn't help saying, "You are so coquettish."

next second.

The president was inundated with cold water.

Wei Yinzhuang grabbed a bath towel from the shelf and wrapped it around his waist with "slippery hands."

Qin Zheng's mind went blank after being poured with cold water.

After dozens of seconds, the cold water gate was closed.

Cold outside and hot inside, double stimulation.

"boom"

Wei Yinzhuang turned around, just in time to see the president fall into the bathtub on his back.

Qin Zheng woke up in the hospital the next day.

"woke up?"

Qin Zheng struggled to get up from the hospital bed and sat down, looked around the hospital, wondering, "Lin Moyu, why did I come to the hospital?"

And... my head hurts.

The back of the head hurts.

So Qin Zheng asked again, "What's wrong with my head, do you know?"

Lin Moyu leaned against the window, with his back to Qin Zheng, silent for a long time, then turned around unhurriedly, stared at him, and smiled a little, "What do you remember?"

Qin Zheng frowned and thought about it.

Then his complexion became very bad.

Wei Yinzhuang's expression was as cold as usual, but the moment Situ Changting's face changed, his heart suddenly started to speed up unstoppably.

The unlit cigarette that had been squeezed for a long time broke into two pieces in the whitened fingertips.

do you remember?

If you remember, you have no choice.

"Fuck me..."

The president racked his brains to recall for a long time, and finally let out a desperate whine.

Then he lay back on the hospital bed and closed his eyes.

"how?"

The president put a pillow over his face and said, "I'm dead."

The broken cigarette fell to the ground, Wei Yinzhuang turned his face and looked out of the window again, "What do you remember?"

The president's voice was muffled under the pillow, "It's not like you didn't go yesterday, don't you remember what I did?"

"What do you want me to remember?"

The CEO got angry and yelled, "Go to Siberia to plant corn, do you have to make me repeat myself??!!"

Wei Yinzhuang "..."

The president ruthlessly threw the soft pillow into Wei Yinzhuang's arms, and then lay back on the hospital bed hopelessly, "Did I suffer from an evil spirit yesterday? Do you know what happened next?"

"for example?"

CEO: "Like my head! Where did I drop my head?"

Wei Yinzhuang took the pillow and stuffed it back under the president's head, with a confused look on his face, "You were too excited to give a speech and fell down. You fell from the stage to the audience and hit your head."

Reasonable.

The president showed a sad look, "Okay, I get it, you leave me alone."