[Quick Transmigration] On the Classification of Trash Boyfriends

black car.Driving slowly in the dark.Neither of the two men sitting in front opened their mouths to speak, but an indescribable softness was already permeating the peaceful atmosphere.

"The theme of this competition is hope," Zhao Rongchi said hoarsely, "Why did you draw me?"

"This is your birthday present, and I want to surprise you."

Huo Zhi didn't answer his question directly, but stated it lightly.

The street lamp outside the window flickered, leaving a warm soft light illuminating the man's jaw line.

"……thanks."

To Zhao Rongchi, this is a new word, which contains too many unspeakable emotions and emotions, all condensed into these simple two words.

Huo Zhi turned his head, "Do you like this gift?"

"I like it," Zhao Rongchi stopped the car, "I like it very much."

In the end, Lin Qiuci was expelled from the school for stealing, and was in a panic under the guidance of the whole school.The painting was signed off, replaced by Huo Zhi's name, and sent to the competition again.Seeing the painting being carried away, Zhao Rongchi felt an urge to stop those people, take the painting home and keep it for himself.

But he knew that this competition was very important to Huo Zhi. He knew that this painting would be seen by more people, and more people would understand the feelings in it. When he thought of Zhao Rongchi, he couldn't help being filled with satisfaction, mixed with Almost overflowing with joy—he wanted to tell the world that this painting was drawn by Huo Zhi, and Huo Zhi painted it for him.

How can anyone be truly indestructible?Men also need to be loved and valued.In the past, Huo Zhi's love was extreme and humble, which would only make Zhao Rongchi feel more disgusted, but now Huo Zhi has used his own method, prying open the man's heart little by little like a frog in warm water, telling his feelings Precious and dignified.

Zhao Rongchi couldn't refuse, and he never thought of refusing, but any slight rejection would have pushed Huo Zhi away a thousand miles away, but he didn't.

The car had already parked downstairs, and Zhao Rongchi rubbed the steering wheel with his fingertips. After a long time, he heard his own voice, "Zhao Lin... I didn't have sex with another woman."

"..." Huo Zhi's movement of unbuttoning his seat belt paused.

"I knew very early on that I would not marry women, let alone have any children with them, so I thought of surrogacy. This is a problem that I will face sooner or later, so I chose to let it happen earlier. I I didn’t tell my mother Zhao Lin’s identity, she always thought it was my ex-girlfriend’s child—but Zhao Lin was a surrogate.”

It is difficult for the older generation to accept the idea of ​​surrogacy, so Zhao Rongchi chose to conceal it.He concealed one and then concealed everything, which is why he can't have any feelings for Zhao Lin, because the existence of the other party only has the meaning of continuing the incense of the Zhao family, and has nothing to do with any love.

Clear creases flashed across Huo Zhi's eyes. It's not that he didn't think about Zhao Lin's identity, but what he guessed more was the scene where Zhao Rongchi had sex with other women. It's not that he didn't think about surrogacy, but he didn't. This is true——

Unexpectedly, this is the truth.

Zhao Rongchi told him the answer so solemnly and gently that the original owner didn't know until his death.

"...why are you telling me this?"

"Because I wanted to tell you."

"Zhao Lin is still too young, let's tell him about this when he is older."

"Ah."

Huo Zhi looked at Zhao Rongchi's profile hidden in the dark, and could only faintly see the corners of his lips slightly raised. He suddenly had an illusion, as if no matter what he said now, the man would agree to him unconditionally.

There were only two different footsteps in the stairwell, Huo Zhi took out the key and opened the door, and before he could take a second step in, a fiery big hand held down his arm, forcefully and decisively He pressed against the counter at the door, two soft lips, and a blunt kiss disrupted Huo Zhi's breathing, maybe it was the breathing of two people.

Zhao Rongchi didn't think about anything, he closed his eyes and carefully felt the shudderingly beautiful touch, and he didn't even notice that Huo Zhi's eyes were always open from beginning to end, clear and clean.

"Huo Zhi—Xiao Zhi..."

In the voice, everyone can understand the lust.

This kiss lasted for a long time, and Huo Zhi's lips were numb, and they were red and swollen under the light, which seemed to make Zhao Rongchi's breathing a little heavier. When there was more warmth, Huo Zhi pressed his chest lightly and lightly, and turned his head to look in the direction of the door.

Zhao Lin stood there expressionlessly.