The Strongest Division [Quick Transmigration]

Zhou Zhao's home is basically the same as what Zhao Mingze thought.

Luxurious and exquisite, bright and tidy, there are a lot of green plants with high ornamental value. There is an aquarium in the living room. The colorful tropical fish and seaweed in the aquarium are gorgeous, and it is quiet but also gives the room Added a bit of anger.

It was a very relaxing environment, but Zhao Mingze, who had always been free and easy when he first arrived, couldn't relax no matter what he was in it now.

He hadn't forgotten what might happen here.Although I have made various psychological preparations, my instinct is still tense.

He absently listened to Zhou Zhao's brief introduction to him, and finally saw Zhou Zhao push open a door.

"This is the bedroom. It is well lit during the day, and you can see the rose garden outside from the window, but it's winter now..."

Zhao Mingze didn't pay attention to what he said. From the moment he saw the luxurious and comfortable big bed, and thought of what might happen at night, he was completely upset and his body became stiff.

"Yeah." He replied pretending to be calm.

Zhou Zhao looked at the young man's calm and composed face, his red ears that betrayed him, and the slightly protruding tendons on the side of his neck because his body was too tense, and suddenly smiled. "your."

Zhao Mingze was stunned for a moment, what did Zhou Zhao's words mean.

Zhou Zhao didn't explain any more to him, but just smiled lightly and said, "I hope the young master likes this place. If you have other needs in the future, feel free to mention them."

Zhao Mingze spent a long time in the bathroom avoiding the hindrance of the wound before scrubbing. When he came out, Zhou Zhao was sitting on the sofa flipping through a financial magazine.

Seeing that Zhao Mingze had finished washing, Zhou Zhao signaled him to come over.

Zhao Mingze paused, this time he went directly to sit next to him.

"Can I wash myself?" Zhou Zhao asked.

It's actually not convenient, but of course Zhao Mingze wouldn't ask Zhou Zhao to help him, so he nodded, "Yes".

Of course Zhou Zhao could see Zhao Mingze's thoughts, and didn't ask any more questions about his bathing, but just said, "Blow your hair down for you."

Zhao Mingze was dumbfounded, and hurriedly said, "No need!"

"You have a wound on your head. You don't notice it yourself."

"That little injury..."

Zhou Zhao interrupted him, "Be obedient."

Zhao Mingze looked at him for a while, but he didn't insist any more, and bowed his head obediently.

Zhou Zhao helped him blow it very carefully, and gently lifted his wet black hair to avoid the wound.The wind, temperature, and distance are just right, but Zhao Mingze's whole brain is burning hot, and his ears are red from the blowing.

The two were too close, and the atmosphere was indescribably ambiguous.

After blowing through his hair, Zhou Zhao suddenly stroked his neck and moved closer to him.

Zhao Mingze didn't react, he trembled almost instinctively, and secretly grabbed the sofa with his fingers.Zhou Zhao didn't seem to notice it, and didn't mind, but after checking the wound on the back of his neck, he said, "The wound here is too deep."

Zhao Mingze looked sideways and looked at Zhou Zhao in astonishment.

"Does it still hurt?" Zhou Zhaowen asked softly.

"No, it doesn't hurt." Zhao Mingze lowered his head, clenched his hands even tighter, and his bony fingers sank into the sofa.

For some reason, he suddenly hated himself for being too reserved.

"I'll ask Uncle Chen to bring some medicine." Zhou Zhao said, getting up.

Zhao Mingze grabbed his hand, "No need."

"Zhou Zhao," he looked at Zhou Zhao, remained silent for a moment, and squeezed Zhou Zhao's hand tightly as if making a decision, "Are you... going to do it?"

Such a straightforward invitation.

Seeing this handsome young man's proactive yet forbearing look, Zhou Zhao's eyes darkened involuntarily.But soon, he calmed down, withdrew his hand from Zhao Mingze's cold sweating hand, and smiled lightly.

"I won't touch the young master yet, but if the young master tempts me like this again, I can't guarantee it."

When Zhou Zhao finished applying medicine to Zhao Mingze's back injury, he was still in a daze.

"Want to chat for a while?" Zhou Zhao helped him pull up his bathrobe and asked warmly.

Only then did Zhao Mingze come back to his senses, acquiesced, and sat on the sofa in a slightly relaxed posture.

"Actually, your father and I have no relationship other than partners." Zhou Zhao said.

Zhao Mingze was stunned by the first sentence, and he looked at Zhou Zhao.

Zhao Mingze originally thought, like Chu Zhiqing, that Zhou Zhao would be interested in Zhao Yuan.Even if it's just based on desire, by the way, he became interested in his body while helping, but Zhao Yuan, who is experienced and relaxed, should be the first choice.

"I have indeed been coveting the young master from the very beginning." Zhou Zhao smiled and said frankly: "However, all I do is to let the young master take the next road well, and I don't want the young master. What return."

Zhao Mingze looked at him in disbelief.

Zhou Zhao looked at him and said sternly, "Zhao Mingze, I know you have seen too much filth and suffered too much harm. You are wary of outsiders, but deep in your heart you hate yourself who is powerless, decadent and evasive. It is difficult for you to let go I believe that someone will do everything for you. So I didn’t explain it before, but after going through so much, I want to gain your trust.”