What the hell did the fiance do wrong! [Quick Transmigration]

After all, Chu Rongxuan was also an official member of the Chu family, and even Chu Zheng couldn't let him out like this.

Sulking for a while, Chu Zheng finally opened the door very rudely: "It's just you who have a lot to do! You've all come back from school, and you're still doing this meeting and that meeting every day."

Chu Rongxuan smiled at the door with a good temper: "Brother, it's the student union."

It was this ubiquitous subtle contempt that made Chu Zheng feel depressed when he punched cotton and had nowhere to vent.

Hmph, you guys know a lot!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Qiao Yiran quickly took up the topic: "Student, what do you want from me?"

Chu Rongxuan seemed gentle and courteous: "Senior Qiao, the office asked me to let you know that next Monday's regular meeting will be hosted by you. Remember to prepare the outline of the meeting and hand it over to the office for printing and distribution in advance."

Chu Zheng leaned against the door frame and listened to the two chatting about topics he didn't understand, and the depression in his heart became more and more serious: Listen!listen!And "senior" and "junior" are called so affectionately, they are all the same as hell!

The two exchanged a few words back and forth, and Chu Zheng pulled Qiao Yiran unbearably, and slammed the door of the room with a "bang" impatiently.

Qiao Yiran straightened her wrinkled sleeves, silently followed Chu Zheng into the bedroom, and casually put her backpack on the cabinet.

Chu Zheng took out a long pillow from nowhere, and threw it in the middle of the big bed with a depressed face: "Today I will sacrifice myself to make room for you, hey, I warn you, don't cross the line! "

Now, whenever he thought of Qiao Yiran working with Chu Rongxuan, Chu Zheng would simply grit his teeth with hatred: Sure enough, there is nothing good in this group of top students!

Qiao Yiran looked at the "Chuhe-Hanjie" in the middle with a funny face, and was almost defeated by Chu Zheng's childishness: He is still a college student, just like him, three years old is too much...

He thought of his mindless "task", and felt that there was a long way to go to protect this irritable guy who was prone to getting angry.

Qiao Yiran pondered for a while, and decided to start today. He spread his hands towards Chu Zheng: "Where's the medicine box?"

Chu Zheng looked at Qiao Yiran in disbelief, and was completely shocked by his natural attitude: You and Lao Tzu are in the opposite camp, how can you still have the nerve to use Lao Tzu as a matter of course?

Is Laozi the kind of idiot who comes and goes when he is called?

He choked for a moment, and threw out a sentence very bluntly: "No!"

After glancing at Qiao Yiran up and down, Chu Zheng couldn't help but taunt: "You poor scholar, why do you have so many troubles! I came so timely, you haven't scratched your skin at all, why do you need a medicine box?"

Afterwards, Chu Zheng inexplicably thought of Qiao Yiran coughing at every turn just now, he was full of confidence and weakened again: "Forget it, I'll get it for you right away!"

Qiao Yiran felt that the number of times he sighed today would soon exceed the sum of the times he sighed in the whole year of last year: I haven't finished my words yet, why is this guy so irritable.

After a few minutes, Chu Zheng walked in with a white medicine box: "Here, the housekeeper said that everything is quite complete, you can look for it yourself."

Chu Zheng reluctantly put the medicine box in front of Qiao Yiran. Seeing Qiao Yiran's pale complexion, he bravely added: "If you still feel uncomfortable, don't bear it, give it to me at any time." You call the family doctor."

Qiao Yiran had calmed down about Chu Zheng's awkward way of caring. He reached out and rummaged in the medicine box for a while, and soon found a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao aerosol, a bottle of medical alcohol, and sterilized medicine. Cotton cotton balls, a few small Band-Aids.

These are obviously traumatic.

Chu Zheng glanced at Qiao Yiran suspiciously: There shouldn't be any trauma on his body, right?

Qiao Yiran laid out these things neatly, and beckoned to Chu Zheng: "Come here."

Chu Zheng reluctantly took two steps towards him: "What are you doing again?"

Qiao Yiran pointed to the stool beside him, and said calmly: "Take off your clothes."

Chu Zheng retreated three meters away at once, his face flushed instantly: "You, you, what are you doing! We are just a superficial engagement, and we are just dealing with the old man at home! We will break up when the deadline is up!"

Qiao Yiran laughed angrily at his dirty thoughts: "I just told you to sit down, what are you thinking about every day! What can I do with such an upright person? Hurry up and give it to you Treat the wound!"

Chu Zheng softened his expression when he heard that he was about to treat the wound, but he still waved his hand indifferently: "It's just a small injury, it's still medicine! You bitch!"

Qiao Yiran narrowed his eyes: "Then you mean you don't want to take the medicine anymore?"

Chu Zheng waved his hands with great heart: "What are you doing so hard for?"

Qiao Yiran glanced at the "Chuhe-Hanjie" placed in the middle of the big bed in an unclear manner, and said threateningly: "Is there really no medicine? Then, I can't be sure which side I will sleep on tonight? "

Chu Zheng suddenly became furious: "You actually threatened me with this?"

Thinking of the possibility that he and Qiao Yiran would wake up in bed hugging each other the next day, this self-imagined picture made Chu Zheng shudder.

As expected of a top student, it's really insidious! ! !

After struggling for a while, Chu Zheng reluctantly came over. Qiao Yiran knew the truth of giving a sweet date with a slap, and started to smooth his hair in an orderly manner: "If you hadn't come in time this afternoon, I would have been miserable today. Just give me a chance to express my gratitude, okay?"

For example, Chu Zheng, when others get tough, he insists on standing up, but once they talk nicely, he can't stand it anymore.

Facing Qiao Yiran's gentle and comforting eyes, his stammering voice became lower and lower: "Then... that's fine. You have a little conscience."

He actually took off his shirt obediently.

The cool touch of the skin completely touching the air made Chu Zheng couldn't help but move his body, and suddenly felt a little regret: the eyes of the person behind him should not have any warmth, but he felt as if his whole body was scalded all at once. stand up.

Chu Zheng's muscular lines are quite smooth, and he looks like a vigorous little leopard: beautifully proportioned, wild and unruly, and extremely explosive.

The description "wild and unruly" flashed through Qiao Yiran's mind, and suddenly he smiled lowly.

Chu Zheng only felt that the deep and provocative laughter seemed to knock into his heart all at once, making him very uncomfortable. He tilted his head impatiently, and Qiao Yiran pressed his shoulder :"do not move!"

The man's fingertips were slightly cool, but they were very strong on his shoulders.

Qiao Yiran's movements were indeed very gentle, like a feather brushing over a wound, and his gentle and hoarse voice was somewhat comforting: "Don't be afraid, I will be gentle, and it will be fine soon."

The air in the room was silent, but Chu Zheng felt as if a fire had just been caught in his head.

In fact, he had fought with all kinds of people since he was a child, and no one had ever treated his wounds so carefully.

As long as it is not a serious injury such as a fracture, bruises and bloodstains are already commonplace, and it is not surprising.

When other people return home, there may be occasional greetings from others, but no matter what the reason for his fight, he only faces his father's severe reprimand when he returns home: "If you don't learn well every day! You will know how to fight! Look at how well-behaved your brother is." , you, as a brother, why can't you take the lead and perform well!"

Either it was the hypocritical concern from Aunt Qin, the little san: "Ah Zheng, you see that you are in such a mess, otherwise, let's see a family doctor."

These "good intentions" are usually rudely rejected by Chu Zheng, so he has to be labeled as "ignorant of good and evil".

Add oil to the fire.

Vicious circle.

Since then more rebellious.

Chu Zheng thought of the way Qiao Yiran and Chu Rongxuan had a happy conversation just now, puffed up his cheeks, and decided to strengthen his defenses: top students are the most hypocritical and the best at pretending!I can't fall for his tricks!

Qiao Yiran sprayed Yunnan Baiyao on the bruises on Chu Zheng's back, and then straightened up in satisfaction.

Qiao Yiran's pressing and kneading techniques were indeed neither light nor heavy, but his cool fingers touched Chu Zheng's hot skin without hindrance, bringing a shuddering touch.

Chu Zheng felt as if he was at the extremes of fire and ice. The alternating torment and the noise of the arteries under the skin made him want to stand up and shout "I quit!" every second!

But the dignity of being the boss made Chu Zheng forcefully suppress this shameful thought: How can a true warrior be afraid of mere healing!

In the midst of such entanglement, Qiao Yiran has quietly walked around to the front of Chu Zheng.

Under that kind of gentle and intimate comfort, Chu Zheng turned red into a boiled shrimp. He closed his eyes in despair, not daring to look at Qiao Yiran's expression: "Hey, can you hurry up! Don't grind Grinding!"

The alcohol cotton ball with a smell of alcohol suddenly wiped the corner of his mouth.

The coolness brought by the evaporation of alcohol made Chu Zheng stunned for a moment.

He realized very clearly: this person is right in front of him now!close at hand.

With a smile, Qiao Yiran leaned over to his ear, and gave a low "hush": "Can you stop talking first, this will affect the wound, and I can't handle it."

The lime aroma on Qiao Yiran's body mixed with the residual alcohol smell hit Chu Zheng's nose all of a sudden, bringing a slightly drunken feeling of dizziness.

Chu Zheng seemed to be frightened, he held his breath reflexively, and kept silent.

The scratch on the corner of Chu Zheng's mouth was not that big, but Qiao Yiran carefully put a Yunnan Baiyao Band-Aid on him after applying the medicine.

Chu Zheng touched the corner of his mouth. He was not used to the feeling that even small wounds were handled meticulously and properly: "Fuck, you made me like this, how can I go out to meet people?"

With a smile in his eyes, Qiao Yiran stroked his hair very patiently: "Think about it, if you go out with this wound, wouldn't it affect your glorious image even more? It's only a few days, this small injury will heal soon. "

Chu Zheng reluctantly accepted this explanation. His ears were red, but he still couldn't help emphasizing: "Hey, I only agreed because of your repeated request!"

This cute reaction of forcibly maintaining the image made Qiao Yiran hold back a smile: "Yes, boss! I know the boss! Then I thank you for your generosity!"

The author has something to say: On the surface: Shit!You and Lao Tzu are already in the opposing camp, how can you still have the nerve to use Lao Tzu as a matter of course?

In fact: you are the only one who has broken things!Take the medicine cabinet!