It's better to soak you in instant noodles [Quick Transmigration]

The location of Fang's villa is far away from Meng Yile's school. Every time he goes home by car, he always admires the roadside scenery for a long time.He doesn't know whether the scenery is good or not, but he knows that Fang Lai is very intriguing.

On this day, Meng Yile hurried home after class as usual, opened the back door and got in the car, but suddenly heard an annoying voice.

"Short, aren't you busy at school, are you tired from running home every day?"

Meng Yile raised his head, only then did he see the person in the driver's seat, his black eyes were trembling, and he asked in surprise, "Why is it you?"

"Why are you so surprised?" Fang Qing glanced at him in the rearview mirror while driving, "Tsk, do you think I'm not as skilled as a driver?"

Meng Yile's black and white eyes were wide open. He didn't like Fang Qing, but for Fang Lai's sake, he could only act on the surface. He lowered his eyelids and shook his head, saying softly, "No."

"Where to eat?"

"go home."

"No return."

Meng Yile grabbed the schoolbag on his lap, looked at him nervously, "Why?"

The back of the man in the driver's seat is very good-looking, very ostentatious, and most people can't take their eyes away when they see him. He didn't answer the question of the boy in the seat, but stopped the car by the side of the road and said to him: "Go to the front Come."

Meng Yile's fingers gripping the schoolbag became even more uneasy, and retorted in a weak voice: "I'm sitting in the back...it's fine."

"I'm not the driver sent by the Fang family to pick you up. Hurry up and don't make me wait."

Hearing his voice, Meng Yile was faintly unhappy, and was also afraid that if the relationship with him became stalemate, it would make things difficult for Fang Lai. Besides, this person still had his little secret in his hands, and he still had to rely on him. some.

The boy in a white T-shirt and jeans obediently got out of the car, ran to the passenger seat, and closed the door with his schoolbag in his arms.He also fastened his seat belt obediently, and the soft self-rolled roll was slightly yellowed by the sun, looking very soft.

He is white, and the exposed skin is all white. His face, neck, ears, hands, and arms are all white and delicate. His seemingly unworldly face is full of innocence and innocence, especially his two beautiful big eyes. In the blink of an eye, there is always a lovely watery light, filled with mist.

At this time, the two hands holding the black seat belt were thin and long, as if dancing on the piano. Fang Qing stared at those two hands for a while, and asked, "What musical instrument do you know?"

Meng Yile didn't seem to understand his question, turned to look at him, his black and white eyes slightly widened: "Huh?"

"Tsk, why do you look like an idiot?" Fang Qing frowned, and continued: "Can you play the piano?"

Meng Yile pursed his lips at his idiot's mockery, his eyelashes trembled, and he paused for a while before nodding: "En."

The car was quiet, even the music wasn't playing, and the light echo echoed in the cramped space, reminding Fang Lai of a little boy he met abroad.

That person also looks clean and pure, but his performance on the bed is completely different from that face that is indifferent to the world, very coquettish, especially that ass that sucks and shakes.The sound of meowing is also thin and small, sweet and lingering, like a cat in estrus.

Fang Qing has been back to China for so long, and has been living with her tail between her tails under the supervision of the old man. During the day, she studies business at the company, and at night, she goes back to the villa to eat and sleep.He suddenly felt that his desire had not been relieved for a long time, and he was a little depressed.

The scene of meeting Meng Yile for the first time suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The boy chased him all the way and chased him into the corner of the living room. At first, he opened his eyes and begged him softly.

Later, he was stimulated, so he simply went up to snatch it with red eye circles. When the boy tiptoed and reached for the object in his hand, he stuck very close to him. His long and slender neck was stretched out by his mouth. It was very difficult for a man to resist the scent coming from the other party, it smelled so good.

At that time, Fang Qing only felt that if he leaned forward a little, he could open his mouth to bite the thin flesh on the boy's neck, together with the light blue blood vessels under his skin.

It's a pity that Meng Yile didn't know about this matter from the beginning to the end. He snatched the book back under Fang Qing's magic, and felt extremely happy. He gave him a glare and ran upstairs with the little thing in his arms.

It looks like a little rabbit. When it is frightened, it hides and never dares to approach it again.

Fang Qing started the car, and while covering up his body's reaction, he said: "That seems to be useful. I remember there is a piano in the music room on the second floor. Go back and play a piece of music."

Meng Yile remained silent, lowering his head and obediently staring at his schoolbag.

Fang Qing waited for a long time without listening to his answer, and frowned: "Did you hear that?"

Meng Yile pursed his lips and shook his head, "I don't want to play."

"Hey, the shelf is so big, do you need to hire a band to accompany you to the Vienna Hall?"

Meng Yile didn't know what he said or did wrong. He seemed to always provoke this evil man, but he had minimized his contact with him. Even today, Fang Qing came to pick him up suddenly, without any warning. .

The boy's eyelashes trembled, he looked down at the schoolbag and stopped talking.

Seeing that he was dumb again, Fang Qing stretched out his hand and threw the schoolbag in the boy's arms behind him. This action made Meng Yile exclaim in surprise, and stared at him blankly, his eyes full of panic and bewilderment.

Fang Qing looked at the road ahead, and said indifferently, "Why is the schoolbag so expensive and so attractive to you?"

Meng Yile was still full of sarcasm when he heard the words that came out of his mouth, and felt that he couldn't stay here any longer, so he sniffled and said in a hoarse voice: "Stop."

"I can't say it anymore, so delicate?" Fang Qing rolled her eyes, stepped on the accelerator and drove the car very fast, and arrived at the entrance of a five-star hotel in the city center in an instant.

The man with an evil smile turned off the engine and got out of the car, and Meng Yile followed, he hurried to the back seat to get his schoolbag, but found that the car door couldn't be opened, so he raised his eyes and looked at Fang Qing aggrievedly: "Open the door. "

"I don't."

Meng Yile's wallet and keys were all in his schoolbag. He wanted to take a taxi home with his schoolbag in his arms, but he never thought that Fang Qing would see through his plan. After the slightest movement, he ran around the car and asked him for the key.

Fang Qing turned the keychain to dodge, sneered, turned and went into the hotel, ignoring Meng Yile.

Meng Yile stood there for a while in a daze, staring at the toes of his shoes and curling up his fingers, waiting for the waiter who came to move the car with the keys.

The ignorant boy's eyes immediately showed joy, and he walked over to stop the waiter, "Hello, did Mr. Fang Qingfang ask you to move the car? I came here with him, and some things were left in the car." Here it is, can I take it?"

The waiter smiled politely at him: "Excuse me sir, unless Mr. Fang tells me personally, I don't have the right."

Meng Yile let out an "oh" in disappointment, struggled a bit, and stepped into the revolving door of the hotel.

After he went in, he looked for the figure of Qing Xia. Before he found it, a male waiter in a white shirt and black tie came to lead the way, "Mr. Sha? Please come with me."

Meng Yile nodded and followed the others.

He is the most favored grandson of the Sha family. He has participated in numerous large and small banquets since he was a child. No matter where he goes, he will not be stage fright. It exudes a temperament but will not deceive people.

Meng Yile has a natural elegance and princely aura about him, every move he raises his hand and every gesture of his feet is noble and reserved.

The waiters in five-star hotels are all good candidates who have been selected through training. Eighty percent of them can be overwhelmed by the heads held high and polite smiles of these waiters, but Meng Yile put the waiters around him in the right position, and kept Did not lose their home ground.

Fang Qing was sitting by the window, watching the thin young man walking towards him step by step, he felt that no matter whether it was his slightly curly hair, fair skin or clear black and white eyes, he was very lovable.

But such a likable boy only wants to be teased and bullied. Seeing his eyes stained with tears and seeing him staring at himself sadly is the most frustrating thing.

This is a small white flower that broke through the ground in an environment where the water, soil and air are seriously polluted, without any pollution.

Fang Qing thought, he must be crazy.

But the fallen are somewhat willing.

There is an old saying in China that dumplings are not as delicious as they are delicious.Well, it does smell very fragrant from a distance.

He stretched out his hand to greet the boy: "This way."

Meng Yile pursed his lips and walked in front of him, and sat down, "Why are we here? Mr. Fang will be worried if he doesn't see us."

Fang Qing looked at the menu in his hand, raised his eyebrows lazily, "Don't worry, little princess, my elder brother is not you, I cry when I can't see anyone."

Meng Yile blushed from his choking, and hastily retorted: "Who, who shed tears..."

The man on the opposite side ignored him, and turned to tell the waiter, "Others are the same as before. Change the main course to orange French fried foie gras, and another red wine chicken."

The waiter took away the menu and asked respectfully, "Mr. Fang, which one is on the wine?"

"Late Harvest Pinot Grigio from Locker 3."

"OK, wait."

Meng Yile was even more unhappy when he saw that he ordered the meal without even asking about his preferences. He looked at the man opposite him sadly, "I want to go home."

"I haven't restricted your freedom," Fang Qing said with a smile on his lips, and spread his hands, "You are welcome to go home anytime."

Meng Yile pursed her lips slightly, "But my phone and wallet are in the car."

"That's none of my business."

"Can you lend me some money?"

"It's a pity, I never carry cash with me." There was a hint of gloating in the man's eyes.

Meng Yile lowered his head in silence, he raised his head to look at Fang Qing again after a while, and begged him wronged: "Then can you lend me your mobile phone? I want to call Mr. Fang..."

"Mr. Fang won't answer your phone, little man."

"Why?" Meng Yile was teased by him to the point of crying, he thought for a while, then shook his head with tears in his eyes and retorted: "Impossible. How could Mr. Fang not answer my call."

Tsk, I'm really wronged.