[Quick Transmigration] On the Classification of Trash Boyfriends

This man was called Chen Zhao, and Huo An was sitting in the co-pilot listening to the man's introduction, holding a bag of warm packing boxes in his arms.

Chen Zhao only felt that he had never seen such a quiet person before, and it seemed that he was the only one talking during the whole process.

"Which direction is your home?"

The voice from the mask was very soft, "Go straight ahead, there is a supermarket."

Chen Zhao nodded, stepped on the gas pedal heavily, "Do you live near there?"

"Ah."

"Are you," he paused, "are you sick?"

Huo Zhi pulled up the mask a little more, without nodding or shaking his head.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm a doctor, so... occupational disease." Chen Zhaorou smiled.

"doctor?"

"Well, I can show you if I'm sick."

Huo Zhi hugged the bag in his arms even tighter, "Then what if... was injured?"

The speed of the car accelerated for a moment, and then returned to normal.

"You need to apply ointment immediately after the injury, otherwise the wound will be red and swollen for a long time."

After his last words fell, the carriage fell silent.

"Just stop in front."

"Is it here?" Chen Zhao parked the car on the side of the road, "It doesn't look like someone lives there."

Huo Zhi smiled lightly, "I can walk up by myself, it's more convenient to stop here, thank you."

"You're welcome," Chen Zhao seemed to think of something, bent down and took out something from the car, "This is for you, it was originally used as an emergency, and I have never used it once."

Huo Zhi took it, it was a tube of medical ointment.

"...Thank you." He said again with a hoarse voice.

Chen Zhao smiled, "I said you're welcome, goodbye—by the way, what's your name?"

"Huo Zhi."

"Then goodbye, Huo Zhi."

After the car drove away, the smile in the corners of Huo Zhi's eyes slowly returned to indifference. He threw the bag into the trash can by the side of the road. into his pocket.

"I met someone with good intentions." Huo Zhi's voice was flat, unable to tell whether he was happy or not.

The system was helpless, "Host, why did you throw away that box of lunch?"

"I didn't want to bring food for the young master." Huo Zhi walked slowly towards the villa, "He kindly helped me, so I can only say sorry."

When he opened the door of the villa, it was already nine o'clock in the evening, a full hour behind the time set by Qi Yan.

The house was very quiet, Huo Zhi turned on the light anxiously, and the next second, Qi Yan came down from upstairs.

"Where's my meal?" He looked at Huo Zhi who was empty-handed, and asked coldly.

"Knocked down by someone else..."

Qi Yan frowned and smiled absurdly.

"Are you playing with me?"

Huo Zhi flinched, "No, I really bought it, but..."

Qi Yan walked slowly towards Huo Zhi from the spiral staircase, every step seemed to be stepping on Huo Zhi's heart.

"Young master."

"Huo Zhi, I'm a man of my word."

He squeezed Huo Zhi's chin, panic flashed across the young man's dark pupils, and Qi Yan captured his eyes well.

He liked to see Huo Zhi's expression very much, as if he could easily hold all his emotions in the palm of his hand and let him knead them.

Isn't Huo Zhi just a toy?

"Go outside and kneel, kneel tomorrow morning."

"Master..."

"Also, take off the mask, it's ugly."

Huo Zhi covered his mask and shook his head.

Qi Yan's expression darkened, "Are you resisting me?"

After finishing speaking, he pressed the back of Huo Zhi's neck tightly, stretched out his hand and pulled the medical mask off his face.

"Do not……"

There was only time to utter a short syllable, and the touch of the wound and the air made Huo Zhi take a deep breath in pain.

Qi Yan looked at his red and swollen face, his eyes froze.

"you……"

This is where he hit Huo Zhi in the morning.

The air just fell silent.

Huo Zhi covered his face and lowered his head, he knew his wound was ugly, the young master must have been frightened...

He'd better leave first.

"Master, I'm going out."

"roll."

Qi Yan threw the mask on the ground as if he had encountered some rubbish, and then went upstairs without looking back.

Huo Zhi smiled bitterly at his back.

Late at night, slightly cool.

Huo Zhi knelt outside the door quietly, wearing only a thin unlined garment, his knees trembling slightly.

The young man's body seemed to fall down when the wind blows.

so tired.

He had been kneeling for three hours, and his legs seemed to have ceased to exist. Waves of exhaustion swept over his heart, and the cold wind blew by, and he sneezed.

So cold.

The body seemed to be getting colder little by little, and the consciousness seemed to be drawn away more and more scattered... Huo Zhi hugged his body, and at the last moment when he passed out, there seemed to be light in the crack of the door... Maybe... It's a dream.

A pair of feet stopped in front of Huo Zhi.