Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

"Still uncomfortable?" A cold and familiar voice came, Qin Yuyi opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Sun Qiao sitting on a chair beside him.

Qin Yuyi pressed his head, and felt pain when his fingertips brushed across his cheeks. He withdrew his hand, and his short flaxen hair drooped messily.

"Your lungs are not good, you should smoke less," Qin Yuyi wanted to laugh habitually, the swollen injury on his face did not allow him to do so, so he had to give up, his dark brown eyes were like two hazy eyes Yue, "Have Wei Ze left?"

Sun Qiao pressed the button to extinguish the cigarette, nodded, and sat on the chair with his long legs lifted, without even changing his posture.

Qin Yuyi pursed his lips, and an inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes, "That's good, really," he murmured, "Why bother."

For him, why bother.

Wei Ze was Qin Yuyi's beneficiary eight years ago, one contributed the money, the other sold himself, and both money and goods were paid.

The 20-year-old Qin Yuyi has nothing but his mother lying in the intensive care unit, oh, and a nearly perfect skin.

He got acquainted with Wei Ze, and then made a deal, one for money, one for fun, nothing wrong with it, but people are like this, once they get along for a long time, they will develop feelings, whether it's friendship or love, Qin Yuyi keeps going forward Trapped in, one-sided moths to the flame.

Qin Yuyi didn't care what he gave, what he got, or what he lost. He only wanted Wei Ze's affirmation to him, and the day after he mustered up the courage to express his heart, his mother's medical expenses were terminated.

Didn't even get a painkiller.

Like a shocking stick, Qin Yuyi, who was originally obsessed with Wei Ze, woke up from this dream crying. In order to bring his mother who gave birth to him back from the gate of hell, he became a member of LOTTO. The 28-year-old Qin Yuyi started as a bartender at the lowest level. Two years later, at the age of 30, he broke through and became the third in LOTTO's blue face list.

My mother also died two years ago.

"Today is my mother's death day," Qin Yuyi said softly, his thoughts drifted to the farce half an hour ago, "He said he would redeem me."

Wei Ze did come to redeem Qin Yuyi's body, not to mention what methods Qin Yuyi used to make him do so willingly, the important thing is that Qin Yuyi refused. Wei Ze was an existence that everyone looked up to since he was born. Have you ever met such a ignorant person?In public, he slapped Qin Yuyi so loudly that the corners of his mouth cracked.

Sun Qiao hummed, "Ah Yuan told me everything," he paused, and raised his eyelids to look at the person, "Didn't you tell that kid about the rules of LOTTO?"

LOTTO does not have the personal rights of its employees.

To put it bluntly, Qin Yuyi can leave whenever he wants, and there will be no treaty to stop his personal freedom.

"No," Qin Yuyi smiled slyly, and the pain that hit him made him squint his eyes. There were slight lines in the corners of his eyes, but they were not ostentatious. The illusion that makes people feel like a spring breeze, "I forgot."

"What did you forget!? I think you didn't say it on purpose!" A voice suddenly sounded.

Sun Qiao turned his head to see that it was A Yuan, who had notified his people by text message.

A Yuan and Sun Qiao entered LOTTO at the same time. Although Qin Yuyi is older than both of them, in terms of seniority, the 30-year-old Qin Yuyi has to call A Yuan a senior. He is very good in LOTTO. Famous, the fourth quarter ranking is not because there are not enough customers to patronize him, but because A Yuan is picky enough.

Those who don't like it can't even sweep the end of their eyes.

"Go out when you wake up, what are you pretending to be?" A Yuan walked to Sun Qiao with his arms folded, looking down at Qin Yuyi who was sitting on the bed, with a bright repulsion in his clear eyes, "I fainted after being beaten up , you are really useless."

"Brother Qiao, someone clicked on you." A Yuan finally said, two canine teeth looming.

Sun Qiao walked along the complicated duplex corridor to the private room that A Yuan told him. LOTTO is open all day. The hall on the ground floor is elegant and quiet, with slow jazz music playing, which is ambiguous but not vulgar. Attacking everyone's eardrums.

He closed the door smoothly, isolating the notes.

Jian Yiming sat on the leather sofa in the middle, with pillows neatly arranged all around, and a glass table full of drinks, but the private room was quiet and eerie.

Sun Qiao walked over and took a look. They were all LOTTO's most expensive drinks. This table must have at least six figures.

"We met again." Sun Qiao sat down casually, keeping a friendly distance from the other party, "Mr. Jian?"

His tone was a bit teasing. Obviously, for a college student who has not yet come out of society, the title of 'Mr. The intimacy of the relationship.

"...Just ask me to clarify." Jian Yiming's ears turned red as expected, he pursed his lips, and kept his right hand in the pocket of his coat.

Sun Qiao thought about what the manager of LOTTO said to him before he came to the private room, and stretched out his hand to scrub the slender body of the wine bottle, with slow and gentle movements, "Yiming intends to invest in LOTTO?"

The word 'bought' was not used.

Jian Yiming kept staring at Sun Qiao, blinked twice, and his slender eyelashes swayed slightly with this movement, "Well," he licked his lips, "I want to buy it."

The tone was too casual, as if LOTTO was an ordinary toy, he just liked it, so he bought it, without even thinking about asking the price.

Is it simple?Sun Qiao's thoughts wandered.

"May I ask why?" Sun Qiao asked, his fingers still resting on the bottle.

"For you," Jian Yiming smiled shyly, but his eyes still stayed on Sun Qiao, "I like you."

Sun Qiao shrugged, "Then you may be disappointed, I don't belong to LOTTO."

Jian Yiming's black and white eyes were shining, like some kind of dog, "I know, your manager told me that you are free."

"Well," Sun Qiao looked at him leisurely, "So?"

But the boy didn't continue to say anything, he took out his right hand that had been hidden in his coat pocket all the time, and there was a small elegantly packaged gift box hidden between his five fingers.

Sun Qiao watched silently, his eyes were used to it.

People in LOTTO receive countless gifts every day, and there are many that are so valuable that they are worth thousands of dollars. Those who can go to LOTTO to spend are not ordinary people, ranging from a wealthy chaebol director to a wealthy celebrity who goes on TV every day. , everyone has it.

This kind of people don't have to personally choose gifts when they give gifts. In a word, a secretary will arrange everything.

The gift box was opened, and lying inside was a platinum pocket watch inlaid with diamonds.

This diamond watch is personally selected by Jian Yiming. The color is cold but elegant and unique. The timeless and luxurious design reveals its unique calmness and mystery. The head also has to get into its world.

Just like Jian Yiming's feeling when he first met Sun Qiao.

"Because I saw that you were already wearing a watch, so I chose this one." Jian Yiming glanced at the watch on Sun Qiao's wrist, lowered his gaze, and pushed the box towards Sun Qiao, "Do you have any other pocket watches?"

Sun Qiao shook his head and took out the pocket watch from the box. The dim light in the private room shone on the dial, and the diamonds reflected dreamy colors.

Jian Yiming smiled, his black eyes were bent, and he looked very happy, "That's good, I like unique things."

"Put it on," Jian Yiming said dryly, "From now on, your time will be mine."

His voice was very soft, with boyish innocence in his voice, but his tone was undeniable and undeniable, "Sun Qiao, I want to cover you."

"I want every minute, every second of your life, and your future."

Sun Qiao said, "That's very expensive."

After speaking, Jian Yiming leaned forward, opened his eyes and asked, "How much is it?"

The pocket watch is suspended by a serpentine chain that is also made of platinum. The texture is perfect, and the cold touch is like a cold-blooded animal. Coveting the warmth of the light, it keeps swinging in the air with Sun Qiao's movements, drawing a picture in the air. One arc after another.

Sun Qiao squinted his eyes, and his eyes turned around Jian Yiming's exposed collarbone. He raised his hand and picked up the dangling platinum chain, and knocked the cold pocket watch on Jian Yiming's collarbone. With a slap, he slipped into the clothes along the other party's collarbone.

"I never have trouble with money, but today is an exception."

[Why did you refuse? ] The system asked in surprise.

Sun Qiao clicked his tongue, [Qin Yuyi stays here, it's not good to stay away. 】

【...Qiaoer, you are suddenly so focused on completing the task... I am very scared. 】

[...? ? ? 】

Jian Yiming rubbed his hair. Sun Qiao's answer obviously disappointed him, and his bright eyes dimmed a bit. He looked at Sun Qiao with some discouragement, "You didn't even tell me how much you wanted, so you just rejected me."

Sun Qiao casually pulled the platinum chain, directing the watch body to slide inside the boy's clothes. Jian Yiming stared blankly at Sun Qiao's movements without any resistance.

The touch of ice eroded Jian Yiming's senses, he panted, his black eyes slowly closed.

"That's not important." Sun Qiao lowered his head and approached the other party's ear, and said with a smile, "I'm very happy that you have this kind of heart."

The man was so vicious that he was dying. He slowly tugged at the platinum chain in his hand. The chain, which was originally as cold as snow, had already been warmed by the human body. "Next, it's time to enjoy the service, huh? Mr. Jian Xiao."

It's not that Jian Yiming doesn't know anything about sex, he just doesn't know anything about this man in front of him. He wants to know every inch, every centimeter, with all his heart and soul.

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Changed to a new typesetting method orz has another update tonight, around ten o'clock, the fairies are waiting quietly: D