Hold on, we can break up! [Quick Transmigration]

When Yingnuo regained consciousness, he was woken up by starvation, his flat belly was sunken in, and he kept gurgling non-stop.

"Hmm...I feel like my body has been hollowed out." Ying Nuo moaned miserably in her heart, feeling that she was unconscious all over her body, like a skeleton that would shatter at the slightest movement.

The system snorted meaningfully, and directly spoke yellow: "Shouldn't it be filled?"

Ying Nuo's body froze, and all the memories of last night returned.

Han Cheng was irritated by Ying Nuo's soft and firm attitude, he put his knees between his legs, facing the prey that was ready to catch like a beast, and bullied him several times.

And Yingnuo herself knew how to resist crying at first, but after a while, she was teased by the man and lost her mind, as if a flower that was about to bloom was peeled off the petals layer by layer, exposing the tenderest pistil inside.His body was green and soft between a young man and a teenager. While he was panting slightly because of the struggle, he was placed in different poses by the man, and his fingers were clenched with all his strength, almost tearing the bed sheet under him.

On the other hand, Han Cheng kept silent, and even covered Ying Nuo's mouth when he was begging for mercy. This very familiar scene flooded Ying Nuo's memory, and the man in front of him almost perfectly merged with the past Qin Yuan.

In the end, Ying Nuo's whole body softened into a puddle of mud, and he was dazed to feel that he was carried into the bathroom by a man. The warm water washed away all the moisture and stickiness inside his body, and then his consciousness was overwhelmed. Swallowed by fatigue and drowsiness.

He didn't know if it was a hallucination, but he vaguely heard Han Cheng whisper something in his ear. Now that he thought about it carefully, it should be an apology.

Ying Nuo continued to lie on the bed and pretended to be dead, complaining angrily in her heart: "I've already fucked up, so why apologize!"

The system guessed that he was really sad, so he kindly comforted him: "You didn't sacrifice yourself in vain last night, the breakup progress value has increased to 20 anyway."

Ying Nuo rubbed her ass that had suffered so much, and moaned helplessly: "He still has a conscience..."

"Actually, this progress value is quite easy to brush up." The system paused, and said slowly: "Your patron father really loves you, and the progress value last night increased when you were crying in pain."

Ying Nuo pursed her lips and understood the meaning of the system a little bit: "Are you telling me to trick me?"

The system paused for acquiescence, and smiled casually: "And your progress value has reached 20, it's quite easy to spit blood occasionally and faint."

Yingnuo: "..."

When Han Cheng came in, Ying Nuo had already climbed up from the bed, he stepped on the floor with his bare feet, trembling like a child with cerebral palsy, leaning on the wall with his hands, searching for his own body. cell phone.

"I confiscated the phone." Han Cheng said blankly, stepped forward to pick up Ying Nuo, and put him firmly on the bed, "Be honest and rest on the bed."

Ying Nuo raised her head dumbfounded, her voice was a little hoarse because of how loudly she yelled last night: "Mr. Han, are you... are you going to imprison me?"

Han Cheng continued to scare people with a cold face, and he didn't intend to answer Ying Nuo's question at all. He walked to the bedside table and took out a tube of ointment, and ordered in a calm voice, "Lie down, I'll give you the medicine."

Ying Nuo was already full of anger, and after being deliberately ignored, he was even more angry. He sat up and sat up, his eyes widened: "If you don't return the phone to me, don't expect me to give it back. You are the Lord."

Han Cheng walked a few steps, and stared at Ying Nuo with deep eyes. There were complex and heavy emotions intertwined in his eyes, like a bottomless cold pool.

Ying Nuo cautiously moved her butt backwards, but she smelled a strong smell of cigarettes on the man.

"What do you need a mobile phone for?" Han Cheng sighed softly, because he was thinking about Ying Nuo's back injury, so he finally let go of his breath.

Yingnuo glanced at him, the soreness in his body kept reminding him of what happened last night, and his tone couldn't help but become rigid and alienated: "Besides Mr. Han, I still have my own work. Jane must have called me a lot."

In his eyes, Mr. Han is gentle and considerate, and now he is being bullied so much that he can't get out of bed if he disagrees with him, which makes Yingnuo feel very angry.

Han Cheng was not irritated by his words, but reached out and touched Ying Nuo's forehead to confirm that he had no signs of fever, and then said slowly: "Take the medicine first, and talk about other things later."

Ying Nuo originally wanted to refuse with righteous words, but right now his ass was really hurting, he stretched out his hand with a blushing face, his eyes rolled around embarrassingly: "I can do it myself, I don't need Mr. Han to do it for me."

Han Cheng didn't move, and he didn't give him the ointment, his face was a little uglier than before.

The tragic memory of last night made Yingnuo habitually guilty, he weighed it up a bit, and decided to compromise temporarily, "Then you...then you should be gentle..."

The man gave a faint "hmm".

The cool ointment moistened the wound, and Ying Nuo breathed out comfortably, feeling that she was finally alive again.

"Where's my phone?" He tightened his trouser waist and lay down again, worried that Han Cheng would suddenly change his mind, and the expression on his face was always vigilant.

However, it turns out—Han Cheng has indeed changed his mind.

"The production crew of "Unforgivable" has stopped work, and you will stay at home from now on." Han Cheng's voice did not fluctuate, and his face did not have the stern look when he was angry last night. He was so calm that it made people shudder.

Ying Nuo was shocked and silent for a long while. After confirming that Han Cheng was not joking, she suddenly realized that she was imprisoned: "What do you mean by stopping work? What should you do with so many staff members in the whole crew? How can you just say stop?" stop?"

Han Cheng slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and even picked up a cup of tea and drank it slowly: "The investment of the entire production crew from the beginning to the end was paid by Sheng Xing, so naturally I stopped as soon as I said."

He did this on purpose, he didn't intend to let Ying Nuo go out and run around before he figured out what this brat was up to.

Yingnuo was stunned, he couldn't believe that Han Cheng would say such a thing, he didn't care about his physical discomfort, he gritted his teeth and sat up: "Mr. Han, you are not such a person... "

Han Cheng's attitude towards work has always been rigorous, and he has never been easy to get emotional. This time, because of his personal feelings, his work was affected, and even the work of the entire crew was stagnated. This made Ying Nuo feel threatened.

He pinpointed his own weakness so that he could obediently submit.

Han Cheng didn't hide his purpose, he came over and rubbed Ying Nuo's hair, his thumb lingered on his lips: "Whether I am such a person depends on you."

Yingnuo stared angrily, feeling more and more that at this moment, the father of the gold master is like a cunning wolf with a big tail.

"I don't want to talk to you for the time being." Yingnuo knew that his strength was not enough, so he refused to have a confrontation with the enemy, and slowly got into the quilt to hide, planning to think about his next plan.

Han Cheng smiled shortly, his eyes filled with tenderness: "Okay, then when do you want to talk about it?"

"I want to be alone." Ying Nuo covered her head in the quilt and said in a low voice.

Han Cheng planned to leave him enough time to weigh the pros and cons, took a cup of warm water and put it on the bedside, and left the room without saying a word.

"What should I do if it's swollen?" Ying Nuo bit the corner of the quilt and complained to the system, "The funder's father is too cunning to threaten me with his investment in the crew!"

The little angel and Ying Nuo worried together, "Yes, yes, I really didn't realize that he is Jiangzi!"

Yingnuo sighed, the quilt was too stuffy, so he had to open a small hole to breathe, and finally made a decision after thinking hard for a long time: "It seems that I can only have a showdown with him!"

The little angel let out an "oh", and asked after a while: "Didn't you show your cards very carefully? Look at the gold master's father who doesn't believe you at all."

Ying Nuo buried her face, feeling a little sad suddenly: "I'll believe it when I spray him with blood."

Han Cheng kept his word. When the news of the stoppage of "Unforgivable Crime" reached Zheng Zeyu, the latter was so frightened that he fell off his chair, "You...you are right Really?"

The filming of the popular online drama was stopped for some reason, which means that all the efforts made in the early stage were all in vain, and the money invested was also in vain. But no leader with a clear mind would order such a money-losing one. Unpleasant decision.

"Do you dare to question me?" Han Cheng felt all kinds of upset because of Yingnuo's matter, and Zheng Zeyu's words hit the gun point, "Does your assistant not want to do it anymore?"

Zheng Zeyu couldn't tell what he was suffering from. The quarrel between his president and his wife caused Chi Yu to suffer. He was also very helpless, "No, no, you are right. This subordinate will do it now."

Han Cheng secretly thought that you were acquainted, and then he said unhurriedly: "Tang Su and I will not go to the company during this time, and the project manager will be in charge of anything."

With a "snap", Han Cheng hung up the phone directly, leaving Zheng Zeyu staring at the phone in a daze.

Does this mean you want to be the hands-off shopkeeper?

Not long after, Zheng Zeyu watched helplessly as a group of people rushed into his office with blushing faces and thick necks. The manager of the financial department who rushed to the front grabbed his neckline: "Where is the boss? Suddenly stopped!" What kind of crime is the filming made! Why do you have trouble with money?!"

Zheng Zeyu saw for the first time that Hancheng still had such an irresponsible side, and suddenly felt that life was full of magic everywhere: "Boss is actively building a socialist harmonious family, everyone, don't be impatient, just treat it as a gift for the whole world." The crew has a big holiday!"

The manager of the publicity department snatched Zheng Zeyu back from the manager of the finance department, with a bitter and bitter look on his face: "There are so many actors whose schedules are stuck there, I really can't afford to wait! Did the boss say how long he would stop filming?" ?”

Zheng Zeyu thought for a while, and reassured everyone very firmly: "Please believe me, the stoppage of filming will never exceed three days."

Based on what he knew about Ying Nuo, even if he and the boss were about to break up, they wouldn't allow the entire production crew to be unlucky because of him.

What's more, he didn't believe that the two of them would break up at all.

At this moment, the wife of the president whom everyone was thinking about was falling asleep under the quilt. When Han Cheng walked into the room, he was still in a deep sleep, with both faces flushed from sleep.

Obviously just now he was still thinking deeply, but now he was sleeping so heartlessly.

Han Cheng leaned down and kissed Ying Nuo's forehead, then touched Ying Nuo's soft belly with his hands, and softly called: "Baby... Are you hungry? Wake up and eat something before going to sleep? "

Ying Nuo frowned and snorted, feeling that her eyelids were a little heavy and her head was a little dizzy.

"Specially asked the kitchen aunt to cook your favorite meal." Han Cheng stared at Ying Nuo's sleepy appearance without blinking, feeling a little itchy in his heart, "If you don't get up again, you will be at your own risk."

Ying Nuo was so noisy that she opened her eyes, and was startled when she saw the man's face so close, she immediately covered her face with her hand: "Mr. Han, you..."

The arrogant and innocent father of the gold master has gradually evolved into an old hooligan, which makes Yingnuo feel a little headache.

Han Cheng lowered his eyes and smiled, just as he sat on the bed and wanted to pull him up, he suddenly saw two streams of blood rushing out of Ying Nuo's nasal cavity.

Ying Nuo raised his head subconsciously, and an unpleasant smell of blood immediately filled his mouth. He pinched his nose frantically, but there were still strands of blood flowing down his chin to his neck, and the scene was a little creepy.

"Don't look up!" Han Cheng's face changed, and he pressed the back of Ying Nuo's head with his palm to force him to lower his head, and the bright red blood dripped on his wrist, "I'll get a tissue."

Ying Nuo lowered her head stiffly, letting the nosebleeds flow freely, and only breathed a sigh of relief when the tissue was handed over. She blocked her nose and complained: "You scared me to death just now."

Fortunately, the amount of bleeding was not large this time, and the nosebleed stopped after a while, but just in case, Ying Nuo still had two balls of paper stuffed in his nostrils, and he didn't dare to pull them out for a long time.

Seeing Ying Nuo's funny look, Han Cheng was immediately annoyed and funny: "Who is scaring whom?"

Ying Nuo rubbed her temples, hesitated for a while and asked Han Cheng seriously: "Is Mr. Han scared?"

Han Cheng nodded, not understanding why Ying Nuo asked this suddenly.

"I've said it a long time ago," Ying Nuo sighed, emphasizing somewhat depressedly, "I'm really sick."

The system said that the early symptoms of this incurable disease are bleeding and fever, but this time it is nosebleeds instead of vomiting blood like last time, otherwise the impact of the screen must be stronger. I will definitely believe it.

"Don't talk nonsense." Han Cheng frowned and interrupted him. He got a warm towel from the bathroom and wiped Ying Nuo's face. While wiping, he said softly, "My baby will live a long life."

Ying Nuo originally planned to continue to say something, but when she heard this, she didn't know what happened, her nose felt sour.

The blood-stained sheets and quilts were replaced with new ones, and even the pajamas with Ying Nuo were replaced. The bedroom became spotless again, and even the bloody smell had dissipated. It was as if the scene just now had never happened. .

But when Ying Nuo couldn't see him, Han Cheng called the old Chinese doctor who often recuperated Han Zhaoyuan's body, and made an appointment to come to Ying Nuo's home tomorrow for a checkup.

When he came down from upstairs to eat, Yingnuo was a little unhappy, because when he asked to take back his mobile phone, Han Cheng refused again.

Sitting in front of the dining table angrily, Ying Nuo looked at a table of meals he liked and swallowed, but in order to fight against the authoritarianism of the enemy, he, a little prisoner, planned to go on a hunger first.

"Why don't you move your chopsticks?" Han Cheng put the soup bowl in Ying Nuo's hand, thinking that he should pounce on it like a little hungry wolf.

Ying Nuo kept a cold face, and it took a lifetime of patience to move his eyes away from the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, uttering these two words almost failed him: "No, I'm hungry."

Han Cheng saw that the brat was throwing a tantrum again, so he deliberately picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and started to eat, while eating with relish, he pretended to be confused and asked, "Why aren't you hungry?"

The belly that was pressed against the back let out an unbearably hungry grunt, Ying Nuo blushed and coughed, and gave a reason: "Because I want to eat the food you cooked."

Originally, he was just talking casually, but Han Cheng seemed to take it seriously. He turned his head and asked the aunt in the kitchen if there were any ribs at home.

The kitchen aunt is nearly fifty this year. She doesn't understand the strange brain circuits of her two masters when they get along, let alone the temperament of young people who say that the wind is the rain, but she clearly understands one thing, that is, the master's will as the starting point for all actions.

"There are all of them," the kitchen aunt responded, taking out the cut ribs from the freezer and putting them in the water to thaw, "Do you want to cook yourself?"

Han Cheng gave a "hmm" and ignored Guan Yingnuo's shocked face. He rolled up the cuffs of his shirt to his elbows and walked into the kitchen calmly, with the posture of a chef in his gestures.

Yingnuo and the kitchen aunt stared at each other for a while, then Yingnuo secretly walked to the kitchen door and took a peek: "Mr. Han can also make sweet and sour pork ribs?"

The aunt in the kitchen shook her head, feeling confused for a moment: "I've never seen Mr. enter the kitchen before."

With a "bang", before the aunt in the kitchen finished speaking, President Han dropped the pot to the ground under the eager attention of the two.

Yingnuo: "..."

Han Cheng didn't feel embarrassed when he was embarrassed, he picked up the pot without changing his face, poured oil into it and started frying the ribs.

The auntie in the kitchen felt sorry for the imported pot, and even more for those innocent ribs. After a moment of hesitation, she cautiously reminded: "Mr. , why don't we fish out the ribs first?"

Han Cheng's back froze, he turned around and said with a dark face: "Tell me the specific method from beginning to end, hurry up."

The kitchen aunt hurriedly nodded, and rushed into the kitchen while explaining the method vividly and vividly, while helping with her hands and feet.

The man is clumsy when he learns to cook, but his expression is extremely focused and serious.

Ying Nuo's heart warmed, and she couldn't help being amused.