The president is always unhappy [Transmigration Book]

Hearing the sound of Jiang Che's leather shoes stepping on the floor of the corridor "thump, thud, thump" and leaving.Song Yuanzhou's whole body was ashamed as if he had been boiled in boiling water. He covered his face with his hands, and felt a little ashamed for his performance for a long time.

Only when he could no longer hear the sound, he dared to slowly open one eye, and gradually opened the gap between the fingers of the other hand.

Like a frightened little hamster, peeping through the cracks of the nails to see if it is safe outside.

Well, that's about to go.

Song Yuanzhou didn't dare to look deep into the aisle, leaned against the wall, and quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

Song Yuanzhou: [Damn, cub, your mother is really a dog. ]

Hu Qi was eating fast food and watching a video when suddenly a new message popped up on his phone.

He just clicked through it.

On the screen: "Song Yuanzhou withdrew a message."

Song Yuanzhou: [Damn, cub, your mother is really good at flirting. ]

Hu Qi looked indifferent: [Abba, you don’t need 300 taels of silver here, I’ve seen it all. ]

Song Yuanzhou: [It's really too stupid, you don't even know where he learned these bad moves. ]

Hu Qi: [Summary in one sentence: Are you not ranked enough? ]

Song Yuanzhou had just quickly finished typing "Your father, I was the king of flirting when I was young" before he heard a magnetic male voice above his head, "Is dinner ready?"

Song Yuanzhou was taken aback, and the phone fell from his palm.

He thought that his mobile phone was going to fall to the ground again, to witness his first love falling to the ground, but fortunately, Mr. Youjiang had quick eyesight and quick hands.

When Jiang Che went back, the screen of the phone was facing up, and the dialog box of "Hu Qi" on the WeChat interface was impressively in sight.

I don't know if Jiang Che saw it.

Well, Jiang Che must have seen it, because——

He said, "Am I the only one invited tonight?"

Song Yuanzhou breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily he only saw the name.Also, in such a short period of time, I can't see too much information.

But why did he do all the embarrassing things today?

Song Yuanzhou quickly took the phone, nodded vigorously, and signaled Jiang Che to leave first.

He followed behind, quickly deleted the words on the screen, and replaced them with a sentence——

Song Yuanzhou: [You don't need to come tonight. ]

After receiving the message, Hu Qi looked at the empty takeaway and snorted, "I already knew this would happen, don't I know you, Dad?"

But in the message, I sent several pictures of Maomao's grievance, Maomao doesn't cry.jpg, crying and pretending to be pitiful.

Song Yuanzhou: [Okay, I will make up for you tomorrow. ]

Hu Qi: [I want braised prawns, sweet and sour short ribs, and Coca-Cola chicken wings, double! ]

Hu Qi put away the phone, Xiao Mian, the road you are walking now is the routine that your brother walked when he was young, you are still tender~

Song Yuanzhou just lowered his head to reply to the message, not noticing that the person in front had stopped and turned his head to wait for him.

He bumped into it head-on, and then "touched porcelain" smoothly into Dream's arms.

Song Yuanzhou began to beat the drum again in his heart, and kept shouting in his heart: I really didn't mean it!

Fortunately, Jiang Che didn't seem to want to settle the blame for his successive "touching porcelain", his attention was obviously elsewhere.

He heard the deep and sexy voice close to his ear, and penetrated into his eardrum with the frequency of exhalation sweeping the auricle, and it was numb and itchy all the way to the depths.

"A generation of flirtatious kings, isn't it?"

Song Yuanzhou first said, "Ah, ah, don't talk so close all of a sudden, man, you're getting angry, do you know that?" Then "Damn, he really saw this sentence!"

In short, the expressions are red, green and green, which is very exciting.

Song Yuanzhou took two quick steps, squeezed through the door first, his eyes wandered, and he said guiltyly, "I'm going to cook a few dishes, I'm already hungry."

Song Yuanzhou was walking in front of him now, and Jiang Che had just noticed the small apron he was wearing, from the neck to the knees, and the belt in the middle fastened his small waist, which was a thin section from the back.

The floor heating was turned on in the room. Song Yuanzhou took off his shoes in the entrance and stepped on the warm floor. When he turned his head, Jiang Che loosened the tie around his neck and took off his suit.

He habitually hung his suit on his arm, but before hanging it, Song Yuanzhou took it over and hung it on the coat rack in the corner of the living room.

After hanging up, I took out a pair of brand new men's slippers from the shoe cabinet next to them. The color was solid gray and there was a cute little bear on it.

When Jiang Che half bent over to change his shoes, he noticed that there was a pair of slightly smaller slippers of the same style next to him.

Jiang Che raised his eyebrows.

He put his feet in the slippers, which were the right size.

Song Yuanzhou stood at the door of the kitchen and shouted: "I'll cook a few dishes, soon, Mr. Jiang, please sit on the sofa."

Hearing the sound, Jiang Che came over and stood at the door of the kitchen.

Song Yuanzhou turned on the fire and heated the oil in the pan.

Today's picture is very similar, the little wife greets her husband who has been tired all day, secretly takes out a pair of couple slippers with her, helps hang the clothes, and then washes her hands to make soup...

When Song Yuanzhou was stir frying, he turned his head and saw Jiang Che.

Jiang Che's eyes were quiet and gentle as he looked over, his deep sea-like pupils were dotted with the faint light of the lamp at the side of the living room.

Song Yuanzhou turned his head back shyly: "Mr. Jiang, there is a lot of oily smoke in the kitchen. Go sit in the living room, and you can eat right away."

Instead of walking away, Jiang Che walked in, as if he was looking at the ingredients Song Yuanzhou had prepared.

In the afternoon, in order to find an excuse to eat with Mr. Jiang and have more contact with him, he didn't ask him what he wanted to eat. Now he leaned over like a teacher checking homework, which made him suddenly be very concerned about the dishes he prepared. And taste had deep worry.

What if he doesn't like it?Aren't bosses very picky eaters?

Song Yuanzhou scooped up the minced garlic vermicelli from the pot and placed them one by one on the cracked prawns. The special garlic sauce penetrated into the prawns, making them bright in color and fragrant.

He put it aside and said: "I don't know if Mr. Jiang has any taboos, or if there is any special favorite, tell me and I will make it next time."

Song Yuanzhou put a whole pot of minced garlic vermicelli shrimps in Jiang Che's hands: "Mr. Jiang helped bring them to the dining table outside."

Jiang Che took it in his hand, his long eyelashes drooped, and a small dimple appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Tomorrow night?"

Song Yuanzhou: "Eh, eh?"

Just... tomorrow night?

Alas, although it seems to be an ordinary agreement, what should I do if it looks like a date?

Even though dating at home seems weird?

At this time, Song Yuanzhou had already forgotten about Hu Qi by the Daming Lake who made an appointment to make double apology tomorrow.

Song Yuanzhou neatly stacked the last pan-fried steak on the dinner plate.

Potato sirloin pot with thick juice is also stewed on the pot.

Jiang Che was sitting on the sofa, with his portable laptop on his lap, fingers flying over the keyboard, frowning, as if he was in a bad mood.

Song Yuanzhou put down the plate and took another look.

At this time, Mr. Jiang completely untied the tie around his neck and put it on the armrest of the sofa. He unbuttoned two more buttons of his shirt, revealing his sexy chest, and he could faintly see his beautiful pectoral muscles.

Song Yuanzhou swallowed greedily.

Start fantasizing——

He was sitting on a chair by the dining table. Mr. Jiang put down his laptop and came over to sit next to him. He probably thought the chair wasn't close enough, so he moved it closer quietly.

Two people are hand to hand, feet to feet.

He nervously picked up a piece of duck meat. Mr. Jiang leaned over and his mouth almost touched the piece of meat next to his mouth. Mr. Jiang licked his lips and asked, "Is it delicious?"

He nodded silly.

Mr. Jiang smiled softly, and there were silver waves in the deep sea that couldn't be hidden in his eyes, "Then let me taste it and see if it tastes good."

Song Yuanzhou smirked, and kept shouting in his heart: Hurry up and kiss, you are the one to kiss!

Just as he was thinking, a voice sounded above his head: "What are you laughing at?"

Song Yuanzhou was "dreaming" and was startled in the dream. One foot subconsciously stepped back and hit the back chair leg, and the whole person fell to the right rear.

Jiang Che sighed helplessly, stretched out his right hand to wrap his arms around his waist, pulled him back into his arms, and successfully stood still.

Song Yuanzhou's eyelashes flickered, and he didn't know where the strength came from. When he saw the locker behind him, he took advantage of Jiang Che's distraction and pushed him against the locker.

Before the boom, he didn't think too much, and after the boom was over, he suddenly realized that their current posture was a bit awkward.

Because Jiang Che was a head taller than him, when Song Yuanzhou slapped him, he raised his arms up, a bit like a gesture of surrender.Because of this, the distance between the two of them was very close. Without Song Yuanzhou deliberately shortening the distance, he could tilt his head and bury himself on his shoulder.

Song Yuanzhou's head was buzzing, he couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality, he was so intoxicated by the beauty in front of him, his mind was full of "kiss him, kiss him, kiss him".

Song Yuanzhou stood on tiptoe, his whole body was shaking, he didn't know whether it was excitement or nervousness.

With his slowly standing on tiptoe, the rapid breathing went from Jiang Che's slightly open chest to his sensitive neck, then from his chin to his lips, and finally the breath lingered in his nostrils.

Song Yuanzhou's thumping is not tight, like a paper tiger that can only roar but is weak. If he wants to resist, Song Yuanzhou can't even get close to him.

But he just watched, the light of indulgence in his eyes.

Song Yuanzhou was therefore confident, put down his right hand, grabbed Jiang Che's left hand, and wrapped it around his waist.

The two hands also changed from the wall-dong just now to the posture of hooking his neck.

The cherry-pink red lips rubbed against the other's chin little by little, and they haven't kissed for a long time.

Jiang Che was hot from being rubbed by him, his voice was a little hoarse, and he asked him, "What are you doing?"

Song Yuanzhou let out a long snort from his small nose: "You...do you think I want to kiss you?"

Jiang Che laughed, the ambiguous atmosphere that had just been brought up was destroyed by his sudden foolishness.

Jiang Che pulled out his hand and pinched his nose: "Are you three years old?"

Song Yuanzhou grabbed his hand again and put it on his waist: "Why don't you ask me if I want to kiss you?"

Jiang Che was helpless: "Okay, do you want to kiss me?"

Song Yuanzhou was decisive and shouted: "Yes!"

This time it was Jiang Che's turn to shout in his heart:

Then you are dear?

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Xiao Zhouzhou invites Xiao Jiangjiang to spend his birthday together.

But when Xiao Jiangjiang arrived, there were already many children in Xiao Zhouzhou's family.

Xiao Zhouzhou walked over: "What's the matter with you?"

Xiao Jiangjiang was sullen: "Didn't you say you only invited me?"

Xiao Zhouzhou: "Mom said that the birthday cake tastes good when everyone eats it together. But—"

He took out two dolls with the same appearance but different colors from his arms: "One for you, one for me~"

Xiao Jiangjiang took it and put it away: "Who wants such a naive doll."

After taking it home, no one was allowed to touch it.

感谢在2020-05-1800:46:23~2020-05-2001:41:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Red Moon; 1 bottle of Suei;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!