[Quick Transmigration] The hero's blackening value has exploded again

Probably God was helping Zhou Jiale, and there were only the two of them in the bathroom of the bar at the moment.

Zhou Jiale didn't hear the answer for a while, and repeated in a soft and drunken tone: "Uh... take me to sleep, help me..."

If these words were heard by someone with a heart, they would probably misunderstand that he was trying to lure the invitation.

Ji Feng lowered his eyes, looking at the little face restlessly rubbing against his chest, for some reason, his heart beat a little faster.

If someone usually dared to get so close to him, he would have thrown him out long ago.

The increased heart rate told him that this man was an exception in his life.

Even though it was the first time they met, this kind of contact did not cause any resentment, and even felt a little relieved.

The hand hanging by the side retracted the fingers and clenched into a fist, but the palm still felt empty, as if trying to control something...

The soft feeling of hugging the boy's waist just now emerged in his mind, and he shook him off.

"Your friend?" When he spoke again, his voice was a little low.

"Friend?" Zhou Jiale frowned, "I don't know, I don't know."

Seeing his confusion, Ji Feng thought that if he asked again, he might not be able to find anything, or maybe he came alone without a companion.

Ji Feng thought for a while and said, "Then I'll find a waiter and take you to the hotel."

I really don't understand the style.

A smile flickered across Zhou Jiale's eyes half-covered by eyelashes.

But this is also expected, according to Ji Feng's temperament, he didn't think that he would be fascinated by throwing himself into his arms, and he had planned to be left out even if he put in a lot of effort.It was a surprise that he was willing to contact him like this.

Zhou Jiale's gesture is just to show his face in front of the other party in advance and leave a little impression, so that...it will be easier to get in touch tomorrow.

It was time to stop, so Zhou Jiale said, "Don't... don't want to be a waiter, you..."

He held on, grabbed his clothes and stood up straight, then let go: "Forget it... I don't need your help, I'll go find someone else..."

Looking for someone else?

Ji Feng's eyes were deep, and his eyes were locked on the young man, watching him staggering out of the bathroom with his thin and slender body, step by step out of his sight.

The heart skipped a beat suddenly, and the breathing stagnated.

A lot of strange images suddenly flashed in front of my eyes, like the montage special effects of a movie, but they flew by before I could see them clearly.

What are those?

I don't know, but why... so sad and terrified, remorse flooded his heart more like a tide.

It seemed that if he just let the boy go, it would be like missing some important treasure.

A magical force drove his heels up.

This is not acceptable, looking so weak, what if you are bullied?He justifies his strange actions and thoughts in this way, obviously he has never been a good person with a sense of justice.

Before he could catch up, he saw the boy running into another man and apologizing: "Yes... I'm sorry!"

"Sorry, he's drunk." Ji Feng strode forward, put his arms around the boy's shoulders, and said to the person who was hit.

The other party didn't pay much attention, and left after saying a word: "Oh, it's okay, be careful."

Ji Feng sighed, this is the end of the matter, let's be a good person to the end, so he lowered his head and asked the young man, "What's your name?"

"Me? My name is Zhou..." Zhou Jiale looked at Ji Feng who was catching up, and was really surprised, almost slipping, "Song Qi."

Ji Feng asked: "The number seven?"

Zhou Jiale nodded and hiccupped.

Ji Feng repeated it several times in his mind: "Well, Song Qi, I'll take you home, where is your home?"

Zhou Jiale stumbled and mentioned the apartment where Song Qi lived alone.

Ji Feng: "Can you still stand on your own?"

"Yes!" Zhou Jiale replied loudly, leaving Ji Feng's embrace.

Ji Feng looked at him frowning and took the first step very seriously, um, it was fairly steady, but the second step almost sprained his ankle.

He hurriedly brought him back again, helplessly: "Forget it, I'll support you."

Ji Feng supported him and left the bar.Zhou Jiale's face was buried in his arms, and no one he knew noticed.

After taking a taxi to the destination and walking into the elevator, Ji Feng asked, "What floor?"

Zhou Jiale opened his palm, five slender fingers straight.

Ji Feng pressed the fifth floor, two households on the first floor, before he could ask, Zhou Jiale stumbled to the door on the right by himself: "I'm home."

"Where's your key?" Ji Feng asked.

Zhou Jiale groped around himself, but couldn't find anything for a long time. He was so anxious that he cried: "Where's the key? Where's my key? I don't have a key."

key, spoon……"

"Where are you hiding?" Ji Feng wanted to laugh.