Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

"...hard?" Sun Qiao's restraint on Pan Lin decreased, and he whispered close to the reddish ear, with a bright smile, and his slightly hoarse male voice was killing me, "Vice President Pan, you Very cool."

Pan Lin closed his breathing almost subconsciously, his right hand clenched his fist and was about to throw it in the direction of Sun Qiao, the wind of his fist swept across the air, and when he was about to hit the man, he suddenly softened, Pan Lin's whole body was shaking Sliding down a bit, he leaned against the cold wall with a sickly red face.

Sun Qiao looked at Pan Lin, full of questions in his heart, but now was not the time to chat, he stood by the porch with his support, turned his head and looked around the environment on the first floor, and after confirming the direction of the living room, he moved him Get away and lie on the sofa.

This is a duplex villa of about [-] square meters, decorated in a European style, with a small garden in front of the main entrance, and a private swimming pool on the first floor. The large space does not use thick walls to isolate the line of sight, and is made of frosted glass and colored glaze. The master, supplemented by off-white and dark blue tones, the overall style is simple and elegant. It can be seen that the head of the household is also a very tasteful person.

Sun Qiao turned around. After coming down from the second floor, he was empty-handed. He still couldn't find any cold medicine. He walked to the French window in front of the sofa and looked out. Covered by an elliptical shadow, Sun Qiao looked at it, suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar, his heart skipped a beat, and a certain person's name flashed in his mind.

Sun Qiao remembered that he also lived in a villa with a structure similar to this house in a time travel, with a swimming pool, a studio, and the man who pretended to be drunk when he drank.But how did Pan Lin live here, was it by chance, or...?

But it's useless for him to think about it here. Sun Qiao bent down to check the temperature of Pan Lin's forehead. He still needs to be sent to the hospital before he wakes up. As for those problems?Ask slowly later.

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When Pan Lin woke up, there was no one around him. He lay on the hospital bed in a daze. He glanced at the salt water hanging on the back of his right hand. He wanted to speak, but his throat felt dry and he couldn’t utter a word. Pan Lin felt aggrieved. Lick your lips, rough dead skin on dry lips.

Sun Qiao opened the door with his mobile phone and came in. What he saw was Pan Lin fighting against the dead skin with his teeth.

"..." Pan Lin quietly closed his mouth.

Sun Qiao pursed his lips and smiled. He sat down on the chair, put the mobile phone on the low table, and buckled the screen to the table.

"Just wake up and drink water." Sun Qiao raised his chin to Pan Lin's right hand.

Pan Lin saw that there was water on the low table on the right, and it was still steaming warmly. He held the water glass in his left hand and drank it one gulp at a time.

In the quiet single ward, there was a sound of landing for a while, and the sound of hot wind blowing through the curtains could be heard in such silence. Sun Qiao didn't feel uncomfortable. His left ankle rested on his right thigh, and his left arm straddled the chair. back, his posture was lazy and casual, but probably only Pan Lin who was stared at by him knew how dangerous this man was.

Sun Qiao scraped Pan Lin's cheeks inch by inch with his eyes. He noticed that Pan Lin's skin was pale, and it became even fairer against the sweaty black hair after the fever subsided. The paleness caused in the office was not caused by a weak body, but a natural one, as if he was born with this fair complexion.

Pan Lin put down the empty paper cup in his hand, and looked back at Sun Qiao with unwavering eyes.

The water-green irises were reflected in Sun Qiao's pure black pupils. Sun Qiao suddenly lowered his head and laughed. Pan Lin looked at him with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Are you British?" Sun Qiao asked directly, as if he had already determined that the other party was British.

Pan Lin's gaze was a little haughty. The first impression Sun Qiao gave him was extremely bad, but he still answered, "Chinese and English mixed race."

No wonder, Sun Qiao shrugged, but the originally empty heart seemed to be occupied by fragments at an extremely slow speed, slowly filling up.

"I still need to drink water." Pan Lin looked at Sun Qiao. He was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, and he was so immature that he didn't look like a man in his thirties.

Sun Qiao nodded. He took the water glass and was about to go out when Pan Lin, who was still sitting on the hospital bed, stopped him.

"What?" Sun Qiao looked back at him.

"I don't want to lie here, I want to go out and sit," Pan Lin looked at the two bottles of salt water on the pole, emphasizing his words stubbornly, "I hate lying here."

Hospitals, wards, all-white rooms, clothes that smelled of disinfectant, Pan Lin hated all of these things, without any reason, he hated these things related to death and illness for no reason.

And Pan Lin was used to not coming to the hospital when he was sick.

He always has various medicines at home, such as aspirin, albendazole tablets, stomach medicine, cold medicine, etc., but this time the illness came too suddenly, probably due to the time difference and temperature difference between the two countries, Pan Lin Almost as soon as he arrived in China, he started to feel unwell before he moved into the house he was looking for. He thought it was a mild cold, so he planned to ask for leave from the new company first, and then slept at home until dawn. As a result, his condition worsened, and he lost the strength to even go out to buy medicine.

"Okay." Sun Qiao didn't say anything, he called the nurse directly, and the careful angel in white took care of Pan Lin, and helped him to the chair on the side of the aisle, but the female nurse probably didn't know that these two handsome guys were tossing around. What the hell are you doing? I don't understand why the good wards don't lie down, but come out to sit and suffer, so there is no need to look at Sun Qiao and Pan Lin with foolish eyes.

Sun Qiao filled another glass of water, and when he was walking towards Pan Lin, his phone vibrated. The hospital was quite quiet, so the tremor was obvious. Sun Qiao switched to his left hand to hold the paper cup, and the caller ID on the phone read 'Qu Lian'er' Three words, Sun Qiao was a little impatient, but still swiped across the screen to answer the call.

"Miss Qu, good afternoon."

Qu Lian'er's voice was a bit muffled, as if she was not in high spirits, "I'm not very good, brother."

Sun Qiao and Qu Lianren have known each other since they were very young. They are still in the same school in junior high and high school. Sun Qiao is usually called "brother" by her, but now it seems that this phone call is probably not a good thing, and it shouldn't be. business.

Sure enough, Qu Lian'er said what she wanted to do.

"Brother, don't you really have a girlfriend?" The girl's voice was delicate, high-pitched but not harsh, with the charm of a little girl, Sun Qiao could almost imagine the yin and yang appearance of the other party.

Qu Lian'er continued: "I asked Brother He, but he didn't deny it!"

"In short, I don't care, I have to hear you tell me personally, otherwise I won't just let it go..."

She likes Sun Qiao, it's something that those cronies and friends know, it was originally a little girl's family secret, and I don't know if it was passed on by some bastard who doesn't think it's a big deal, almost everyone around Sun Qiao We all know.

But Sun Qiao really doesn't like Qu Lian'er, everyone knows that, probably only this girl is willing to deceive herself now.

Sun Qiao laughed angrily at her, "What do you want to do, that song heroine?"

"I, I..." Qu Lian'er choked for a moment, and said angrily: "Big, big deal, I'll go to your house to look for you, seeing is believing!"

"Don't, don't, you can calm down for a while," Sun Qiao saw Pan Lin sitting on a chair hanging salt water from a distance. The man in hospital clothes seemed bored, looking down at his mobile phone. Sun Qiao watched, There was a genuine smile in his tone, "I really don't have a girlfriend."

"But, I have a boyfriend."

Qu Lian'er didn't speak anymore, she was silent for a few seconds, and then cut off the call unilaterally.

Sun Qiao looked at the screen of the phone that was pressed, shrugged nonchalantly, and put the phone into his trouser pocket. He walked up to Pan Lin with the water in his hand, and his slender body stood in front of Pan Lin. Sun Qiao glanced at it from an overlooking angle. Pan Lin's phone screen.

"Sun Qiao, search..." Sun Qiao read out, raised his eyebrows and looked at the top of Pan Lin's head, "Hey, you're checking me."

Pan Lin's five fingers pinching the phone were a little stiff. He moved his lips, but he didn't say anything in the end, but his snow-white auricles turned pink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sun Qiao didn't say anything more about this matter. He took a sip of the water in the paper cup, which was still a little hot.

"By the way, can I ask you a few questions?" Sun Qiao leaned his back against the wall opposite Pan Lin. The two stood and sat one by one, but they could look at each other because of the distance in the middle aisle. The atmosphere can be said to be relatively stable.

Pan Lin pursed the corners of his lips. The line of his lips was obvious, and the curvature was so beautiful that it was amazing. However, his overall temperament was too cold. His water-green pupils vividly rendered this coldness, and he appeared only because of illness. His weakness had been forcibly washed away by Pan Lin long ago, leaving only the sharp blade-like indifference that would hurt others if touched.

"You ask." Pan Lin leaned his back on the plastic blue chair back, some wet black hair stuck to his forehead, dyeing his whole body into an elegant cool tone.

"It's not an important issue." Sun Qiao shook the paper cup in his right hand. He stared at the swaying water surface and spit out names one after another, "Pan Lin, Chu Lie, Brown Rist, Han Jiang Lin, Jian Yiming, Chen Yi, do you have any impression of these people?"

Sun Qiao looked at the surface of the water in the cup until the waves stopped shaking. He didn't hear Pan Lin's voice. When he looked up again, he found that the other's eyes were red.

Those water-green eyes were filled with clear light, the scenes overlapped, and Sun Qiao looked in a trance, as if in a certain period of time in a certain space, there was also such a green-eyed teenager whose eyes were red because of him.

Sun Qiao quickly came back to his senses, and felt that everything seemed to be a lifetime ago. Yes, those days that were so kind have already passed away. What's the point of him pursuing it now?It's better to grasp the present, this person right in front of his eyes.

"...Forget it, it's not important." Sun Qiao smiled carefreely, rubbing the space between his brows, amused by his blundering.

Pan Lin looked at Sun Qiao inexplicably, and thought of the keywords he had just searched about this man on the Internet: handsome, promiscuous, rich, etc. He was not surprised, after all, what kind of life a person chooses is up to him. Whether he is depraved or motivated, others have no right to interfere with him. There are a lot of news about Sun Qiao on the Internet. The latest one is three days ago. It is about the suspected breakup between Sun Qiao and a male model in the entertainment industry Regardless of whether it is true or not, the appearance of the two has attracted a lot of clicks.

There are many other news like this, such as Sun Qiao paying sky-high prices to treat a popular star to dinner, booking a high-end restaurant just to surprise his lover, going to a well-known restaurant with a foreign singer, etc. , I can't get tired of counting them, but Pan Lin still noticed that as long as there is news about Sun Qiao, what is printed will always be gossip about his love, work and family?No one dared to write.

"Mr. Sun always does things so nonsensically?" Pan Lin asked casually, with the back of his head against the wall behind him, his posture was graceful like a flower growing by the wall, with an allure to pluck it.

Sun Qiao stood up straight and took two steps forward. After laughing twice, he handed over the paper cup in his hand, "That's not true. I'll pick someone."

With a 'snap', Pan Lin raised his hand and blew the paper cup to the ground, and the transparent liquid flowed all over the floor along the snow-white floor tiles.

Sun Qiao's brows sank a bit, his body was still standing, but his head was lifted up, only a pair of black eyes stared at Pan Lin, his eyes were slightly narrowed, his expression was gloomy.

The atmosphere froze for about three seconds, and Sun Qiao remained silent.

Pan Lin licked the corners of his lips, raised his water-green eyes, and looked at Sun Qiao through the thick eyelashes. When he spoke, his voice was nice and indifferent, "I look like someone who has been violated and doesn't hold grudges." ?”

The corner of Sun Qiao's lips twitched, and he turned to leave.

The sleeve of the shirt was pulled, and the slender left hand that Sun Qiao watched over his daughter wrapped around his wrist. Sun Qiao turned around lazily, and what greeted him was a young but extremely soft kiss.

"This time, I kissed you forcefully."

The author has something to say:

In the comments, a little fairy said that she gave me a nutrient solution. I really don’t know what a nutrient solution is, so I laughed and cried.

But since you gave it to me, it should be a good thing, right?Thanks.