Boyfriend Simulator [Quick Transmigration]

Shang Chen's pupils constricted, and 0911 stood in front of him and stared fiercely at Zhang Qu, with a cold light that Shang Chen had never seen before.

"Don't move here." Shang Chen whispered to Xiao Jiu in his mind, "I'll tell him."

Zhang Qu's strength is astonishing, he dragged Shang Chen into the long corridor between the hall and the back garden, pushed open an empty room at random, then clamped Shang Chen's shoulders and moved him around. and turn to face him.

"Cough cough," Shang Chen broke Zhang Qu's palm and coughed violently, Zhang Qu's expression changed, "How are you, are you okay?"

After all, this person had saved him just now, and he had pushed him into the river by himself before.Zhang Qu licked his molars, and then apologized a little: "I'm sorry."

Shang Chen sat down on the stool, pouting his mouth, eyes moist, panting and said to him: "Brother Zhang Qu, why are you doing this! I was almost suffocated by you just now!"

Zhang Qu squinted his eyes, there were too many suspicious things about the little young master Jin in front of him, he was obviously clear-headed, but why did he pretend to be a fool?Or... Are you overthinking yourself?

"Tell me, are you really stupid or are you just pretending?" Zhang Qu didn't give up. He leaned on the tea table in the room and looked down at Jin Zeyu with his arms crossed.

Shang Chen's glass-bead-like eyes rolled slightly, and the ending sound rose, with a little coquettish taste: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Zhang Qu suddenly leaned forward, grabbed Shang Chen's chin with his hands like pliers, and forced him to look directly into his eyes, "You can't understand, Jin Zeyu, why are you pestering me like this? For what purpose?"

Shang Chen's chin was slightly red from being pinched, he squinted his eyes and smiled slightly, "Brother Zhang Qu, you hurt me, if you do this again, I will call my father over."

Zhang Qu chuckled twice, and was about to speak, when footsteps came from far and near outside the door, his expression changed slightly, and he took Shang Chen's sleeve and quickly hid behind the cabinet.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, accompanied by the silver bell-like laughter of a few little maids.

Zhang Qu held Shang Chen's sleeve tightly, because the gap behind the cabinet was very narrow, so the two of them were very close, Shang Chen glanced at Zhang Qu calmly, his eyes were staring fiercely at the door s position.

After all the twists and turns, Shang Chen suddenly felt a little tired. It was really painful to keep his head slightly up. He sighed softly, and then leaned his head directly on Zhang Qu's chest, panting slightly. .

Zhang Qu's body froze slightly, he quickly looked down at the little furry head on his chest, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Back involuntarily leaned back, he wanted to widen the distance between the two of them a little, Zhang Qu gritted his teeth, but unexpectedly he pushed the cabinet back a little distance, the legs of the cabinet made sharp and harsh contact with the ground friction sound.

Shang Chen suddenly raised his head, Zhang Qu also froze, not daring to move.

The breathing of two people can be clearly heard in the small space.

A few figures flashed through the door and window, and three or two servant girls walked quickly, talking and laughing.Zhang Qu exhaled slowly, and pushed Shang Chen out of the gap between the cabinets.

"I still have to go to the field, so go by yourself." Zhang Qu walked to the door with a straight face, and when he opened the door, he turned around and pointed at Shang Chen, and said as a warning: "Don't tell others about this, I will Come to see you tonight!"

This matter cannot be finished like this, Zhang Qu made up his mind to ask clearly this time.

Shang Chen hooked the corners of his mouth, waved to Zhang Qu with a bright smile and said, "Brother Zhang Qu, I'll be waiting for you!"

When Zhang Qu walked out of the door of the room, Xiao Jiu rushed in like a whirlwind, stammeringly pointed to Zhang Qu's ECG display on the control panel and said, "You, you, you... what did you just do? ? Why is his heart beating so fast!"

Shang Chen burst out laughing, pinched Xiao Jiu's face, then stepped out of the room without stopping and said, "It's nothing, the point is, his heartbeat has indeed accelerated."

This is just a temptation, Shang Chen pouted, turned and walked into his room.

This shows that Zhang Qu still has a little affection for Jin Zeyu, but since he has already doubted his identity, it will only be annoying to use this kind of stupid trick to deceive him.

...have to think of other ways.

Shang Chen picked up a brush from the desk, and was about to write something on the paper, but he looked around and couldn't find any ink, and was a little bored for a while.

"Here." 0911's hand emitted a little blue light, and a small inkstone appeared on his palm. 0911 put this thing in front of Shang Chen, and then leaned against the desk with his back behind his back, pretending that he was admiring the carvings on the beams.

Shang Chen took the inkstone over, then tapped the back of Xiao Jiu's white hand propped on the edge of the desk with his fingers, and called softly, "Xiao Jiu, come and sharpen the ink."

0911's back paused for a moment. With lowered eyebrows and eyes, he reluctantly went to the front of the tea table to set up a small stone bench. He sat upright in front of Shang Chen, took the inkstone drop and began to pour water into it. Grind out the ink one by one with the ink block.

"Why? Look reluctant." Shang Chen tilted his head and looked at the expressionless Xiao Jiu, then stretched out his hand and gently touched his forehead and said, "Who offended our Xiao Jiu?" ?"

0911 raised his eyes to look at him, then lowered his head to rub the ink again, making gestures heavier and heavier.

Turning her wrist, her fair skin was exposed. Xiao Jiu's wrist was slender and powerful, her fingers were well-articulated, and the lines of her arms that were pulled out when she was exerting force were particularly beautiful.Shang Chen squinted his eyes for a while.

"Is the way you increase favorability is to make the target of the raider like you?" After a while, 0911 opened his mouth. The ink on the inkstone was already too thick, but he still didn't stop, lowering his head and grinding mechanically .

The sky outside the window is blue and far away, and occasionally a few birds fly over, chirping and chirping, leaving a lovely arc.

Shang Chen was stunned for a while, staring at 0911's side face, as if he wanted to stare at something.

The slightly fiery gaze hit Xiao Jiu's cheek, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

Originally, he didn't want to say that, but when he thought that there were still so many tasks to be done, and there were so many male Shang Chen who had to go through one by one, he felt very uncomfortable when he thought about it.

Now that the words have been spoken, he has no way to make up for it. He just smiled awkwardly and added weakly: "Then... isn't it too boring?"

Shang Chen raised his eyebrows, smiled thoughtfully, nodded, dipped some ink with a brush and began to paint on the paper, "Indeed."

The ink was heavily printed on the paper, and the edges of the lines were dyed with little hairy edges. He said: "So let's change the method this time."

The dinner of the Jin family is always eaten together by the whole family. A few days ago because of Jin Zeyu's injury, Shang Chen didn't show up, and these two days can't be shirked.

He wiped his hands with the hot towel brought by the servant and sat down on the seat.

Naturally, Jin Maocai was seated at the table, Wen Wan was sitting on his right, Shu Jinger was sitting on the left, Shang Chen and Jin Lingling were sitting opposite each other with big eyes and small eyes.Next to the dining table stood two servants holding copper basins.Because no one spoke, the atmosphere seemed a little dull.

As the dishes were served one by one, Jin Maocai had a slight smile on his face. He held his chopsticks and nodded slightly around the dining table, indicating that it was time to start eating.

Jin Lingling quickly stood up from the stool, aimed at the plate of chicken legs closest to her, nimbly picked one up and put it in her bowl, and still winked at Shangchen provocatively after picking it up.

"..." Shang Chen glanced at the little boy with a half-smile, and picked up the rice in the bowl.

"Why didn't you snatch it from me today?!" Jin Lingling raised her faint eyebrows. Apart from her mother's appearance, this little girl didn't inherit any other good things. Shang Chen shook her head.

Sure enough, Wen Wan knocked on the rim of Jin Lingling's bowl, glared at her tenderly and said, "Brother is letting you know, you have to eat with a sense of style."

Jin Maocai stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Little girl, it's all right."

"Master." With a gentle and helpless smile, she wiped off the rice sticking to Jin Lingling's face with a handkerchief, "I need to find a husband for Lingling."

Shu Jing'er looked at the food on the table without much appetite, she put it down after two mouthfuls and said that she was full, and chatted with the people on the table.

"I heard that there will be fireworks and colorful lanterns at the temple fair on Mid-Autumn Festival." Shu Jinger said with a big belly and said with a smile, "Why don't we join in the fun this year? It would be nice to read a book when you have time."

Before Shu Jing'er married into the Jin family, she was also a woman from the world of mortals. She knew a lot of food and entertainment. She hadn't touched her much in the past two years, but she was a little nostalgic.

Jin Lingling's eyes lit up when she heard this, she held up her chopsticks and shouted excitedly: "Festival lanterns! Let off fireworks!"

Shu Jing'er glanced at her, frowned indistinctly, she shook Jin Maocai's arm and said, "What do you think, master?"

"I can't go, I can't go," Jin Maocai put down his bowl and waved his hands, "Two old friends in Jiangcheng invited me to the poetry meeting." He narrowed his eyes and said.

Although he is a landlord, he also loves to be arty. Most literati are popular these days. He has no worries about food and clothing, and for a while he became interested in this kind of semi-vulgar and semi-elegant activities.

Left and right are just a bunch of rich people talking about Li Bai and Du Fu, and the tables are covered with melons, fruits and rice wine, which is nicknamed "Poetry Club", but Jin Maocai enjoys it, and feels that his culture has improved a lot.

Shang Chen elbowed Xiao Jiu, who was standing by and watched, and said to 0911 in his mind, "Are you going? The Mid-Autumn Festival fair."

"You go, I'll go." 0911 replied very quickly, Shang Chen smiled and tapped the edge of the bowl with chopsticks.

Around the time when the moon was shining, there was a soft knock on Shang Chen's door.

Just now, Shang Chen specially went to the kitchen to steal a lot of food for Xiao Jiu, and sat by the side to watch him clean up the table with satisfaction after eating.

Opening the door, Zhang Qu was standing at the foot of the steps covered in moonlight, his brows were straight and deep, and the silhouette of his nose looked like an art book.

Shang Chen let him in, stood in front of him, looked at Zhang Qu's awkward expression with interest, raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you eaten yet?"

Zhang Qu was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head randomly and said, "No, the master won't let me eat."

Shang Chen snorted, took some more out of the unfinished bowl, piled it on two small plates and placed it in front of Zhang Qu, "Let's talk after we eat."

0911 stood beside the bed, far away from the two of them, and he gave a cold snort softly.

Oh, I didn't expect it, it was my leftovers.Xiao Jiu's brows and eyes are full of small pride, although he doesn't know what to be happy about, he just feels that there may be a little bit more important in Shang Chen's heart...

Thinking about it this way, half of the jealousy accumulated in my heart in the morning disappeared, and 0911 still pretended to be serious and pitied Zhang Qu for a while.

The candles lit on the table attracted a few moths, fluttering their wings around the small flame, and the flickering shadows were reflected on the wall beyond the window sill, magnified a lot.

"Thank you, it's time to eat." Zhang Qu put down the bowl and chopsticks in a hurry. The food in the plate had been eaten clean. He wiped his mouth, tapped his finger on the table, and looked up and asked, "Can you tell me now?" Why are you pretending to be stupid, is there any reason why you still pester me?"

Shang Chen raised his eyebrows on the right. He looked at Zhang Qu with a half-smile, then turned around and picked up a small stack of papers full of things written on it from the desk, spread them out in front of Zhang Qu, and pointed to Zhang Qu. Looking at a picture drawn on it, he said, "Look, what is the word next to this?"

Zhang Qu also studied in a private school for several years. If his family hadn't really had any money, he might have been a scholar or something, and made a name for himself.

He frowned by the bright candlelight, and read out word by word according to what was written on it.

The author has something to say: Now, what I am showing us is the speed of life and death of a contestant with no record... (biting a handkerchief)