After wearing a double omega, I am a scumbag [Transmigration Book]

In midsummer, the indoor air conditioner is 25 degrees, cold?

When he took his pulse yesterday, the prince wasn't so hypocritical, was he?

An Fengqing pulled back his thoughts and continued to use the needle.

Jian Mo got used to the tingling and numbness of the needle tip inserted into the skin, his body trembled slightly, and he closed his eyes and let out extremely low moans from time to time.

Soon, there were more than a dozen trembling silver needles standing on his limbs and torso, which made people feel a little frightened.

The person on the bed closed his eyes tightly, said nothing, and his breathing gradually became long and steady.

"How is Jian Mo?"

"Jane Mo? Jane Mo?"

Carlos lowered his voice and said, "Let him sleep. Didn't you say he rushed over last night?"

The prince is quite considerate.Asking Jian Mo to sleep on the prince's bed, is this considered as an assist in disguise, right?

An Fengqing smiled, took the needle for his friend and wiped away the remaining blood, and then exited the bedroom with Carlos.

Only then did he realize that Carlos was still wearing that fur coat, his silver hair was soaked in strands of sweat, and he looked as if he had just been fished out of the water.

An Fengqing hesitated and asked, "Your Highness, are you still cold?"

Carlos wrapped his coat again, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "I forgot to take it off, I'm going to take a shower."

Carlos entered the bathroom, and soon there was the sound of water.An Fengqing sat on the sofa and turned on Meteorite, and several messages popped up.

[Your Xingbi account ending in 7878 received a transfer of 10 billion Xingbi from Cui Jue. 】

[Your Xingbi account ending in 7878 received a transfer of 10 billion Xingbi from Cui Jue. 】

[Your Xingbi account ending in 7878 received a transfer of 10 billion Xingbi from Cui Jue. 】

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A total of ten, Cui Jue transferred a total of 100 billion star coins to him.

An Fengqing was shocked.

What's wrong?Entered the wrong Starcoin account number?

"Mr. An, Mr. Jian can't get through on the phone... something happened again!"

Secretary Jian Mo's call came very urgently, and his voice was tense and high-pitched: "Cui Jue has news that he is optimistic about Qingmo Technology, and his stocks are also flowing into the market. The company's stock price has now increased tenfold."

The secretary's voice was on the verge of tears: "Do you have any inside information? Is Cui Jue going to go up first and then back down, completely destroying Qingmo!"

The market value of Qingmo Technology exceeds [-] billion. If Cui Jue wants to increase the company's stock price by ten times, he will spend at least three or four Qingmo.

Did Cui Jue convert to Buddhism and devote himself to goodness?

It is transferring money and helping to raise the stock price. Where is the trouble?

"Did you take the wrong medicine? No, did you not take the medicine?" An Fengqing asked Cui Jue as soon as he called.

"Take it for you."

An Fengqing is not stupid, he can't get along with Cui Jue, but why can't he get along with Qian?

He said: "You don't get paid for nothing, but I only take money and don't do anything."

"No need to do anything, just a little."

"Don't be with Fan Dole, I'll give you the money and resources."

This word...

An Fengqing narrowed his eyes lightly, and sneered coldly: "You still want to hug me?"

"Not included."

An Fengqing smiled and said, "Then what are you planning?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and Cui Jue said, "Don't plan anything, don't be with someone like Fan Duole——"

"I've finished washing." Carlos walked out of the bathroom with a damp and cold breath, and raised his eyebrows after hearing another male voice, "Are you on the phone? Then I'll go to the guest room first."

An Fengqing said "Thank you" with his lips, and returned his attention to the phone, "Hello! Hello!" After a few times, he asked, "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, and Cui Jue's voice sounded a little hoarse: "And this person, is it because of me?"

An Fengqing's forehead was covered with dozens of layers of veil, so he couldn't see Cui Jue's brain circuit clearly.

"What do you want to say, can you give me a knife?"

Cui Jue: "Don't feel wronged that you are with another man. What happened before...is not your fault. I will do my best to make up for the wrong things I did."

Grievances, money, stocks...

An Fengqing finally understood.

In Cui Jue's eyes, in order to protect Qing Mo from being dealt with by Cui Jue, he is selling his body to earn resources.

What kind of script is this for the poor and miserable little white flower?Did Cui Jue secretly watch a lot of brain-dead dramas?

An Fengqing laughed silently, trembling from laughing, accidentally fell off the silk sofa, and groaned.

"He hit you?" The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became anxious, "Where are you?"

An Fengqing held back for a long time before he suppressed the smile in his voice.

In just a few tens of seconds, he made a decision.

"Don't worry about me," An Fengqing's voice trembled, like duckweed in the rain, "Anyway, I'm already dirty, so it doesn't matter."

After finishing speaking, he praised his line ability.

Ever since he saw the relationship between An Fengqing and Fan Duole, Cui Jue's heart has been depressed.At this time, it was more like being stabbed by the tip of a needle, the pain was unbearable.

Those pale gold eyes that would glow when he was emotional came to the fore.

"Don't be like this...you're fine..."

"Okay? Am I not a liar?"

As he spoke, An Fengqing became angry, like a machine gun bursting out endlessly: "Lie to you, plot against you, in your heart I am an indefinite time bomb that needs to be monitored."

Cui Jue was speechless.

He can find reasons to explain, but everything started because of him.

When the anger controlled by the pheromone dissipated, he calmed down, and only then did he realize that he had caused so much damage to An Fengqing.

His voice was as dry as a different person.

"It's all my fault, let me make it up to you, okay?"

The author has something to say: The three-dimensional dimension has been so busy recently that I have to work overtime for two days on weekends. Today, I will save chapter v.

Sorry sorry, the baby who left a message today sent a red envelope~