After Transmigrating into the President Wen of Dog Blood [Quick Transmigration]

The taxis pass through the night, and the street lamps on the street are neatly arranged in two vertical rows. The warm-toned lights shine on the broad-leaved trees along the way, casting clusters of vague shadows.

The taxi stopped in front of a bakery, Lu Rong got out of the car, opened the door and went in.

The waiter smiled politely at Lu Rong: "Hello, what do you want?"

Lu Rong glanced at the cake samples, pointed to one of them and asked, "Can you help me get a cake like this out now?"

The waiter said, "Wait a minute, I'll ask the cake maker."

After a while, the waiter came out, nodded and said, "I can help you out, but it will take half an hour."

Lu Rong nodded: "Okay, then I'll wait here."

"What flavor do you want?"

"Durian taste."

As soon as the voice fell, the system appeared: "The host should order chocolate flavor."

Lu Rong rolled his eyes: "I hate chocolate flavor the most."

System: "That's right, what the host hates is what 'Lu Rong' likes."

Lu Rong then compromised and looked at the waiter with black and white eyes, "Excuse me, can I change it to chocolate flavor?"

The waiter smiled and said, "Yes, what words need to be written on the cake?"

Lu Rong thought for a while and said, "Happy birthday is enough, thank you."

The waiter got up and poured Lu Rong a glass of warm water, and invited him to sit on a small wooden table next to him.

Lu Rong looked at his phone quietly. After waiting for about 40 minutes, the waiter came over with a delicate cake. Lu Rong paid and left with the cake.

Standing in front of the cake shop, Lu Rong opened the phone's address book and called Feng Xinglang.

The bell rang twice, and Feng Xinglang's voice came from the opposite side of his hand: "Baby?"

It's so used to it, Lu Rong doesn't even get goosebumps when he hears such a boring name now, but it still feels a little harsh.Hearing the loud music coming from the phone vaguely, Lu Rong asked probingly: "Feng Xian...are you singing?"

"Wait for me a moment," Feng Xinglang didn't speak again, and after about ten seconds, the voice sounded again, "Is baby at home now? Do you want me to come and pick you up to play together?"

Lu Rong could hear that he changed to a quiet environment, shook his head and said: "No, I won't go singing, I'm at the gate of Times Square, I bought a cake for you, can you come over and get it? No, if it's empty If so, I took a taxi..."

Feng Xinglang interrupted him: "Send me the location, and I'll pick you up."

Lu Rong hummed, hung up the phone, sent Feng Xinglang the location, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Stupid plot, I slept soundly, but why did I get up to buy some cakes, he is a local tyrant, do you care about your cakes? !

The system heard Lu Rong's heartfelt voice, and replied in his mind: "It's not the cake that the overlord cares about, but the host's affection!"

Lu Rong: "...Which eye of yours saw me showing affection?"

System: "Don't you guys have a saying that sending goose feathers from thousands of miles away means that gift is light and affection is heavy? The host is still sending cakes without telling his parents at such a late hour, the overlord will definitely be completely moved."

Lu Rong couldn't complain, so he decided to change the subject: "Let's discuss it, how about you change the settings and let me fuck him?"

System: "It's useless for you to discuss with me. I'm just a program for issuing tasks, not the creator."

Lu Rong hurriedly asked: "Then who is the creator?"

The system escaped, and Lu Rong didn't come out no matter what he called.

Lu Rong stood there disappointed, when a luxury car approached from a distance, with the horn beeping a few times, the car gradually slowed down and stopped beside Lu Rong.

Feng Xinglang got out of the car, took the cake in his hand, opened the passenger door, and said with a smile, "Get in the car, I'll take you to a place."

Lu Rong thought he was going to take him to play with his friends, so he shook his head and said, "The bar is a bit noisy, so I won't go."

"Don't worry, I'm not taking you to the bar, you'll know when you get there, get in the car, be good."

Can you still play normally?

Lu Rong couldn't bear this ambiguous tone, blushed, and sat in the co-pilot with his head down.

The car was driving at a constant speed on the clean and flat asphalt road, passed through the speed bump from time to time, and turned left into a country road with only two parking spaces. After driving for about 10 minutes, a toll gate similar to a highway appeared in front of it. Xinglang slowed down the speed of the car slowly, took out a card and swiped it, the horizontal bar in the air opened, and the car drove in.

At the destination, Feng Xinglang parked the car, walked out first, and helped Lu Rong open the car door, "Baby, we're here."

The moment Lu Rong landed on the ground, he was greeted by a moist and cool breeze with a fresh fragrance. The orange street lights were neither too bright nor too dim. Not far away was a calm and vast water area, and the lights reflected In the water, it swayed slightly with the waves.This place is obviously not an open scenic area, but rather a private sightseeing area. There are no other pedestrians, and only the chirping of birds and insects can be heard one after another.

Feng Xinglang held the cake in one hand, and sat down on a solid wooden bench with Lu Rong in the other, "Do you like it here?"

Lu Rong nodded and took a breath of fresh air, "It's very comfortable to come here in summer to blow air."

Feng Xinglang: "As long as the baby likes it."

Lu Rong opened the cake, tilted his head and asked, "How many candles?"

Feng Xinglang thought for a while and said, "Four, it's my 31st birthday, three and one add up to four."

Lu Rong shook his head: "Insert six, Liuliu Dashun, it sounds good."

Feng Xinglang smiled and said, "Listen to my baby."

Lu Rong felt as if he had been stung by a bee, um, he felt uncomfortable all over.

The candle danced in the night wind, and Lu Rong blocked the wind with both hands to prevent the candle from being blown out.Feng Xinglang made a wish, and blew out the candle in one breath.

"Happy birthday!" Lu Rong slightly bent his eyes and wished.

Feng Xinglang said: "Honey, guess what I wished just now?"

Lu Rong stared at Feng Xinglang cooperatively, and asked softly, "What?"

"I'll give my baby three chances to guess the wish I made, and if you can't guess, how about giving me a kiss?"

It's not very good, it's enough to play hooligans!

Lu Rong whispered: "What if you guess right?"

Feng Xinglang: "I give my baby a kiss."

This kind of routine is outdated, and there is nothing new in it. If you guess correctly, you might as well let me do it again!Lu Rong slandered silently, his face was obviously flushed, but he whispered: "I will abstain."

"If you abstain, you'll lose your guess." Feng Xinglang said without changing his face, "Baby, I'm ready."

Prepare to fuck!In Lu Rong's heart, heaven and man are at war. He is no different from a puppet now, and his words and deeds cannot be controlled by him. The system is his real nerve center, directing his actions and words in his mind.

The system popped up and said: "The host's initiative to kiss is necessary for the plot, and it is also good for the host. It will refresh President Ba's favorability towards the host, so that the task can be completed as soon as possible."

Lu Rong said with a dark face: "Which idiot wrote this novel? 'Lu Rong' is an adult anyway, so why can't he see that Feng Xinglang wants to pick him up? He sent it to the door foolishly. Kiss, he said touch your hands as long as you touch them, can you have a little principle! Even soft buns have principles, okay?"

Knowing that it was impossible to change anything, Lu Rong raised his head, stared hard at Feng Xinglang, let the red cloud climb from his face to the base of his ear, and pressed against his lips tremblingly...

Damn, his lips are so soft!

Damn, his tongue is so flexible!

Damn, he's so active, and he's good at kissing!

Sure enough, being handsome is good, even kissing him makes people intoxicated.

Lu Rong felt that the clothes were in the way, and just wanted to tear them up instinctively.

The system's sharp voice sounded: "Warning! There is a danger of overheating, please pay attention to the scale of the host!"