A heartthrob's daily life through books [Quick Transmigration]

Layers of red silk ribbons are rolled up, like lingering love words between lovers, fluttering and loose, delicate and dense, touching the deepest thoughts in people's hearts.

On the large heart-shaped bed, a slender and white figure appears vividly in the painting.

The white sheet lined his delicate collarbone, and lined with the bruises, making the surrounding air look a bit sluggish.

The long eyelashes of the black-haired man moved slightly, and he opened his calm and peaceful eyes that were as dark as a deep pool. He gently kissed the plump forehead of the girl next to him, got up and put on the high-end custom-made suit he had prepared in the closet.

The slender and fair fingers fluttered between the delicate blue-and-white-striped ties. The standard ties were tied neatly around the collar of the shirt, the cuff buttons were fastened, the pocket squares were folded, and they were neatly put into the pockets of the suit.

A very delicate and handsome figure appeared in the mirror. He was dressed in a light gray suit, making him a bit restrained, wise and calm, and a bit peaceful. , with a calm and calm composure that everything is under control, it is more addictive than a ghostly monster.

Juan Qingshu pushed open the door and left the hotel with calm steps. Along the way, several pretty girls looked sideways at him, their cheeks were flushed, and their brows showed a bit of shyness.

Love rolls and feelings are comfortable, which means rolling and feeling comfortable.Reckless in shopping malls and proud in love, this is his perfect life full of love and comfort.

As the founder and chairman of the internationally renowned Runda Group, Juan Qingshu can be described as an aristocrat among aristocrats, young, extremely handsome, innumerable wealth, and countless women who are obsessed with him. He seems to be born with the aura of the protagonist , no matter where he goes, the halo of the spotlight will focus on him.

At the banquet where the toasts were mixed, Juan Qingshu's dark and calm eyes looked at the real protagonist of the banquet, Ji Siming.It is completely different from his life of strategizing and winning thousands of miles. Ji Siming seems to be born lucky and has his own way. No matter how absurd things are done by Ji Siming, they will definitely succeed. No matter how ridiculous or ridiculous decisions are made by Ji Siming, they must be correct of.

Juan Qingshu's wealth status is obtained through his long-term business day and night, and Ji Siming, he can easily get everything he wants.

Ji Siming looked at Juan Qingshu from a distance, this extremely dazzling, delicate and charming man, under the spotlight and in the crowd, seemed so unattainable.

Ji Siming raised his glass to Juan Qingshu, while carefully tracing the delicate outline of Juan Qingshu with the corner of his eyes, he raised his hand to drink the wine in the glass.

Juan Qingshu's face was flat, and he also raised his glass, sipping the wine in the glass carefully, watching him gracefully raise his glass, as if he could smell the scent of wine that made people's lips and teeth linger.

Ji Siming looked at the delicate Adam's apple that moved slightly, a gloomy look flashed across his face, and his eyes gradually darkened.

At the banquet, several young and beautiful girls walked towards Juan Qingshu. They were either bright or elegant, and coincided with the blooming period of life. They were showing their shy and timid young beauty to their loved ones. Ji Siming looked at those Girls, the unhappiness in their eyes became more and more obvious. Ji Siming was jealous of these girls who could express their feelings in front of Juan Qingshu.

Juan Qingshu's dark eyes showed lightness and tenderness, and he exchanged cups with beautiful girls, and the corners of his tightly pursed lips were slightly raised, showing a bit of charming charm, making the girls' faces red and red .

There are so many beautiful girls surrounding him, but everyone will be attracted by the slightly curled corners of their lips, as if at this banquet, he is the real delicate flower, and the other people around him will also be attracted. Just to add a little greenery to this delicate flower.

The banquet was over, Juan Qingshu's calm face was stained with the smell of alcohol, his fair face was a little powdered, and there were a few gleams of water in his black eyes like a cold pool. The driver who picked him up just looked at him. After glancing at him, she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him again, but raised her head from time to time to take a look and then quickly stood up with eyebrows frowned.

The driver supported Juan Qingshu's healthy waist and put him into the car.

"Boss, go home directly?"

Juan Qingshu stretched out her hand and rubbed the center of her brows, "No, go to Jian Yuming first."

Having been the driver of Juan Shuqing for four years, he naturally knows who Jian Yuming is. He is a well-known psychotherapist in the industry and also the psychiatrist of Juan Shuqing.

The driver helped Juan Shuqing into Jian Yuming's apartment, got up and left, and returned to the car.He didn't know what kind of psychological problem Juan Shuming had, but he knew what to say and what not to say. He would not mention this matter about Juan Shuming to anyone.

The driver took out a cigarette, lit the lighter, and watched the sparks burn the dark yellow tobacco, feeling inexplicably irritable.

In the simple and tidy apartment, Jian Yuming looked at Juan Shuqing who was sitting on the sofa, looked at the dark red mark on his slightly open neckline, and frowned slightly, "Since you don't like to attend a banquet, don't go to it next time It's not good for your condition."

Juan Shuqing stretched out her hand and pinched the center of her eyebrows, "Who would dare not go to the reception prepared by Ji Siming?"

"You are better than him in everything, why bother yourself to attend his reception." Jian Yuming said, took out the medicine box, took out the sober medicine from the medicine box and handed it to Juan Shuqing.

Juan Shuqing raised her hand to take it, stretched out her slender fingers to tear off the bottle cap, raised her head and drank the liquid medicine, "You know, I don't want to offend Ji Siming."

Jian Yuming, who had been watching Juan Shuqing's every move calmly from the corner of his eye, teased warmly, "Are you still afraid of him?"

"Perhaps." Juan Shuqing replied drunkenly.

Juan Shuqing who drank the hangover medicine did not become more sober, but felt dizzy even more, and even fell down on the sofa uncontrollably.

Jian Yuming slightly hooked the corners of his lips, revealing a sly smile. He quietly looked at Juan Qingshu, who was distracted by the smell of alcohol, and coaxed, "If you tell me your story, you The disease will be cured soon."

Juan Shuqing's slightly closed eyes showed a tangled look, and finally he pursed the corners of his lips tightly and said nothing.

Juan Shuqing is the most beautiful man Jian Yuming has ever seen, and also the most uncooperative patient he has ever seen.

No matter how beautiful or perfect a woman is, as long as she has sex with Juan Shuqing, she will not be able to develop affection for that woman, let alone a physical reaction.In short, Juan Shuming couldn't enter the palace of marriage with a woman.

Jian Yuming asked him about the cause of his illness more than once, but was always vaguely asked by Juan Shuming, and Jian Yuming's treatment of him also fell into a bottleneck because of this, and he couldn't make any progress.

"Have you ever been abandoned by a woman?" Jian Yuming coaxed.

Juan Shuming's usually clear and shallow brows became more and more wrinkled, showing more obvious struggle and entanglement, "No, it's not."

"Really not?" Jian Yuming continued to coax.

As if thinking of some unpleasant past, the tangled expression between Juan Shuming's eyebrows dissipated a lot, and when he opened his eyes, although they were still full of chaotic drowsiness, they were already awake a lot, and even his voice was no longer hoarse as before , with a little sobriety, he said, "No."

Jian Yuming suddenly bumped into Juan Qingshu's sober eyes, lowered his eyes to hide the chaotic emotions in his heart, and the corner of his eyes touched Juan Shuming's bloody palm, and sighed secretly.

Jian Yuming didn't look flustered at all when he was caught on the spot for doing something wrong, his expression was still calm, Juan Qingshu let go of the fingers pinching his palm, looked up at him, stood up, and walked towards the door, "I think Mr. Jane is no longer suitable to be my psychiatrist."

Jian Yuming was behind him, looking at the slender figure of the man, and smiled slightly, "If I can't even cure you, there will be no psychiatrist willing to take over your case."

Juan Qingshu frowned slightly, "Are you threatening me?"

"So what?"

Juan Shuqing raised the corners of his lips, showing a bit of sarcasm, "The famous Mr. Jian is nothing more than that. I will not treat my illness, and I hope that Mr. Jian will abide by the minimum medical principles and not disclose my illness. go out."

"That's natural." Jian Yuming replied with downcast eyes.

Although Juan Shuqing tried his best to keep himself awake, his body still swayed uncontrollably from side to side. Jian Yuming watched as Juan Shuqing stumbled out of his apartment.

The smoking driver looked at the staggering Juan Shuqing, and had already stepped forward to support him and helped him into the car.

Jian Yuming watched the black Mercedes driving into the deeper night, his dark eyes were dim.

Jian Yuming didn't know that Juan Shuqing hated being drugged the most.

A few years later, Runda Group became one of the world's top [-] companies, and Juanqingshu also became a generation of financial giants as it wished.

On the day of Juan Qingshu's 30th birthday, wearing a silk pajamas, she died suddenly on a dark gray recliner in the villa.The youngest financial crocodile in the world, a generation of spoiled children, has passed away since then.

Juan Qingshu died so suddenly that even Juan Qingshu herself didn't expect it.Juan Qingshu, who was floating in the air, looked at the state of his consciousness on the reclining chair, and there was a little sense of incomprehensible absurdity in his usual plain eyes. Is he, his soul is out of his body?