Dressed as a Heartthrob Boyfriend [Transmigration Book]

On a September night, the evening wind was still warm.

Some people get so drunk that they don't sober up until the next morning.

When Duan Ling arrived, there was only one person sitting on the bench. Xie Ning lay on his knees, his body rose and fell with his breathing, only the back of his head was exposed.

Meng Qijiu's fingers were lit with sparks, and because he was smoking, he stood a little far away from the bench.

Seeing Duan Ling, he twitched the corner of his mouth and said helplessly, "It's really early."

They haven't seen each other for nearly two years. The sharpness on their bodies in middle school has subsided, and they have fought so many fights. When they meet now, their emotions are very calm.

The more people you get in touch with, the more you will know how to appreciate certain characteristics of the other person, but if you don't like it, you don't like it.

Duan Ling walked to the bench with a gloomy face: "Did you bring him here?"

"Tch." Meng Jijiu stubbed out his cigarette, and asked, "Are you really dating?"

With the questioning eyes, it was a naked provocation, but Duan Ling was not angry.

He was so calm when his emotions reached a certain level. Meng Jijiu knew it well, so he shrugged boringly.

"Who brought him here?"

"Several A college students." Meng Jijiu looked at Xie Ning who seemed to be asleep: "Shouldn't the point be why he came here?"

Duan Ling frowned: "No one encouraged him, how could he come?"

Meng Qijiu made a slip of the tongue for a moment, and looked at him strangely.

"...No wonder he said he was tired."

A genius with many stars holding the moon, he is used to being one step faster than others in everything. He has no concept of waiting for others to catch up, and his pride is engraved in his bones.

These two people are simply not suitable.

The string of rationality collapsed to the limit, Duan Ling couldn't help cursing: "Speak frankly what you have to say."

"He likes it, what can I say."

Meng Jijiu looked at Xie Ning, his eyes dazed for a moment, and then he laughed at himself: "25 minutes, not bad, he's not feeling well, take him back to rest, I have to go to work."

Turning around and walking towards the Blue River Bar, just after taking a few steps, Meng Jijiu turned his head again with an 'oh' and said, "Don't forget to give him some hangover medicine later and drink more water."

"roll!"

Meng Jijiu glanced at Xie Ning who seemed to be waking up, turned around and left without further consideration.

This time he didn't look back.

Duan Ling stared at Meng Jijiu's back, the hostility was so strong that Xie Ning, who was drunk, shuddered.

Meng Jijiu's tone made him more upset than ever before, as if his territory had been violated and the other party was still giving orders arrogantly.

Duan Ling's face was livid, if Meng Jijiu wasn't the one who made the call, he was the one who got hit.

The posture was not comfortable, the bench was also hard, smelled the fragrance in his nose, and heard a familiar voice in his ear, Xie Ning woke up leisurely, raised his head misty.

The eyes full of fire met those eyes, as if they had bumped into a natural enemy, Duan Ling took a breath and asked, "Can you get up?"

Xie Ning tried his best to blink his eyes to see who was coming.

"Duan Ling...?" He shook his head drunkenly: "You carry me on your back."

"Why are you here?"

Duan Ling didn't move, Xie Ning reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes: "Can you carry me on your back?"

It may be that the alcohol has anesthetized the mind. After waiting for a few seconds, Duan Ling was about to squat down, but he got angry first, threw his hands away and said, "Forget it, I'll go by myself."

"Fuck you!" Duan Ling scolded.

Xie Ning was stunned by the scolding, his eyes lit up, he raised his arms and said, "Then carry me on your back."

"..."

Duan Ling suppressed her temper, first pulled him up, and then carried him directly on his back.

The material of the suit was a little slippery, Xie Ning hugged his neck tightly: "I'm about to fall."

"If you fall, go by yourself."

Xie Ning struggled to climb up: "...Why are you doing this?"

This is also very good, he thought drowsily, if he is fierce to everyone, no one dares to get close.

Normally, Xie Ning would only think about this kind of words in his head, but when he was drunk, he could only think about one thing, and now all he thought about was how not to fall, so these words came from another channel, that is, his mouth blurted out.

Duan Ling thought she heard it wrong: "What did you say?"

Xie Ning anxiously said: "Duan Ling...I'm going to drop."

"..."

There was still a short distance from where Li Lei was parking, Duan Ling hesitated a little, put him down, took off his coat and put it on him, and picked him up again.

Sure enough, he didn't slide down this time, and Xie Ning sat on his shoulder contentedly.

"You want me to be more aggressive?" Duan Ling changed the question.

"Don't be too fierce..." Xie Ning sniffed the smell and said, "Be a little more fierce to others, but don't be too fierce to me."

The anger was within the controllable range, but not yet relieved, Duan Ling turned upside down and didn't answer.

He didn't speak, Xie Ning, who was uncomfortable and unable to sleep, started talking instead, and started rambling like every drunkard.

"Duan Ling."

He pretended to be mysterious and leaned close to Duan Ling's ear, his moist lips brushed against the earlobe, and Duan Ling's breathing froze for a moment.

"Shh...I'll tell you a secret..."

Duan Ling was a little careless: "Huh?"

"Actually... In fact, we are not from the same world."

"Do you want to go to the hospital to check your brain, or go back to sleep?"

"Really!" Seeing that he didn't believe it, Xie Ning moved forward a little excitedly, without any awareness that he was on someone else's back: "Really not!"

"Don't move around!" Duan Ling shouted: "Then how did you come here, go to the bar after getting fat, and you have to be fucked!"

Xie Ning's muttering gradually became weaker, and he hugged him guiltily.

"I don't remember... Anyway, we didn't break up..." At this point, he leaned on his shoulder and said to the air: "Duan Ling, who is the official match?"

"Ok?"

"Who will you like in the future?"

Duan Ling's anger could hardly be suppressed, and the quality that she had worked so hard to cultivate in a year and a half would fall short in one night.

Drunk, all the things he was talking to himself went to the wrong channel, obviously unconscious, Xie Ning was still meditating seriously: "There is an ending in the book, I haven't finished it, but who will you be with in the end?" Together, it should be Gu Zizhen..."

He hugged Duan Ling worriedly: "Don't like him, he is a bad thing."

Duan Ling heard him sing a one-man show alone, and it was quite serious, she laughed angrily: "I like him, what about you?"

Xie Ning buried his face and spoke for a long time.

"I'm a cannon fodder, not good enough for you."

Duan Ling's expression turned cold, and she deliberately listened to his nonsense.

"Who do you think is worthy?"

Even in this state, Xie Ning also refused to think about this problem. He tried to clear up his chaotic brain, and tried his best to recall today's events.

"By the way, where is Meng Qijiu..."

Duan Ling's voice turned eight degrees colder: "If you mention his name again, I will throw you into the river."

People are drunk, but a sense of crisis is inherent.

Xie Ning stopped talking.

After walking a few steps, Duan Ling suddenly felt a burst of moisture on his neck, he stopped abruptly, and turned his head stiffly.

"Duan Ling..."

A strong cry sounded, and I don't know how long the emotion has been accumulated.

"I'm working hard, don't leave me behind."

……

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, after returning home, Duan Ling sat on the sofa in the living room and hung up the calls one by one.

Swiping his fingers on the phone irritably, he finally dialed a number.

"Hello." Zhuang Tinglan was not surprised when he received the call, and there was even a clearness in his cold voice: "It's so late, what's the matter?"

Duan Ling asked: "What do you mean by what you said just now?"

"About Xie Ning?" Zhuang Tinglan opened the record book on the table: "He is very interesting."

Duan Ling didn't have much patience: "Stop talking nonsense."

"It's a very interesting thing for you to be together." Zhuang Tinglan smiled and didn't provoke him anymore: "Simply put, it's a personality disagreement caused by life experience."

The anger that had been suppressed all night was ignited by Zhuang Tinglan's light words.

With an outlet to vent her emotions, even though her mind is clear, Duan Ling doesn't want to be patient anymore.

"Fuck! Fuck your mother!"

"You know it yourself, or you wouldn't call me."

Zhuang Tinglan was not angry, but suddenly switched to another topic: "Did you do it?"

Duan Ling looked depressed: "What are you doing?"

"Go to bed."

He had a feeling of being tricked: "Do you really think that with Gu Xipiao, I can't touch you?"

"I don't think so."

Zhuang Tinglan was still calm, and asked the question calmly: "So did you do it?"

……

Early the next morning, Xie Ning opened his eyes with a splitting headache, and touched his phone to check the time, but was startled by the messages flooding the screen.

There were roommates asking where he was, old Xie’s calls every night, and more He Manjuan, Wei Shuangnan and others. What surprised him the most was that there were a few messages that were not marked, but sounded like a male supporting role.

what happened?What are you talking about?

The memory was broken due to alcohol, and he could only recall scattered fragments, but it didn't prevent him from guessing a general idea after reading the information.

Yesterday was Duan Ling's welcome banquet. He went to the bar with his roommate to relax, but he drank too much?

Because Duan Ling left the meeting halfway, the Duan family failed to take this opportunity to announce the heir to the public, because he... delayed?

His head was so painful that it burst, Xie Ning wanted to wash his face first to wake up, maybe he was dreaming.

As soon as he left the bedroom, he stayed by the door.

In the living room, Duan Ling was leaning on the sofa, her exquisite brows were calm and solemn, as if she was thinking about some serious problem, it was rare for him to show such a troubled expression.

Xie Ning's first reaction was that it was about the Duan family.

It was because of his carelessness and poor drinking capacity that the Duan family's important affairs were delayed.

On the second day of the hangover, with a headache until he was sweating profusely, his face was pale and weak, Xie Ning had an epiphany from the bottom of his heart.

As expected, he would not only be unable to catch up with Duan Ling, but would also hold him back.

According to the development track of the original book, Duan Ling only needs to protect himself. He is so powerful that he has almost never suffered a loss, and he has counterattacked the original book into a cool article, but now that he is so involved, Duan Ling still needs to protect himself. Dedicate your energy to protecting him.

It will be a matter of time before the legs are delayed, Xie Ning rubbed his temples annoyed, but this is too soon.

Hearing the movement, Duan Ling turned to him, and Li Li's facial features were a little delicate.

"come over."

...Why are you so calm?

Xie Ning was a little dazed, but he still walked over.

Because he didn't have much memory, he didn't know if he had done other stupid things, so he stood in front of him with a timid expression, as if he was being punished.

Duan Ling was amused by his appearance.

"Are you afraid now?"

Unable to imagine the situation, Xie Ning could only ask cautiously: "Your welcome banquet last night..."

"It's messed up." Duan Ling said lightly, "Does your head still hurt?"

"..."

Sure enough, it was because of this incident.

Never before had Xie Ning so wished to turn back time, then he would never have stepped out of the house yesterday!

Even though the apology didn't help, he apologized quickly.

"Sorry…"

Duan Ling didn't sleep all night. At this moment, looking at Xie Ning's uneasy look and his distracted eyes, he couldn't help but think of Zhuang Tinglan's words last night.

There seemed to be a fire burning in his chest, and the tumbling flame burned to his throat. He opened his mouth, and there was no spark in his voice.

"Why do you apologize?" Duan Ling looked at his trembling eyelashes: "Why did you go to the bar yesterday?"

The hand beside him was tightly clutching the corner of the pajamas, Xie Ning bit his lip and it turned white.

After a long silence, he seemed to have made up his mind and took a deep breath.

"I, I delayed your family affairs." Xie Ning's eyes were slightly red: "I just wanted to relax. It was an accident to go there. I didn't expect it to be like this...I'm sorry."

Duan Ling's expression twisted for a moment.

One didn't notice, and enduring nervous exhaustion, he pulled the person into his arms, which could be called rough.

"Then it's all fucking things, and they will all be mine in the end. What are you afraid of?!" Duan Ling felt a little helpless, holding his slender body tightly, not knowing what to do for the first time: "Only you are an accident, It's a silent variable."

"Xie Ning, what I want most is you."