Transmigrated into the arms of the paranoid boss [Quick Transmigration]

Bo Liang looked at Xia Qinghe's cell phone in his hand, and even wanted to destroy it.It's better for Xia Qinghe not to have contact with anyone.

Xia Qinghe smiled but said, "Don't you destroy your phone? Are you not afraid that I will communicate with the outside world? Are you not afraid that I will leave you?"

Bo Liang's black eyes became dangerous: "How dare you."

Xia Qinghe smiled, noncommittal.

He seemed really daring, and Bo Liang wouldn't really hurt him.

Feeling Bo Liang's temper, he felt that Bo Liang was like a tiger with sharp claws. The tiger always showed its sharp claws, and even put them on his neck threateningly.But the tiger paid more attention than he himself, lest the sharp claws accidentally hurt his fragile blood vessels.

Xia Qinghe moved his body to the side of the bed with some difficulty. Although he saw through the tiger, he had no plans to sleep soundly with the tiger.

Bo Liang lifted the quilt and lay down beside him, easily pulling him to his side.

"You are not afraid of anything, but you are afraid of sleeping with me?"

Bo Liang turned over and pressed Xia Qinghe: "You don't think that I will take you by my side, you will just watch and not eat?"

"If you still hope that I am a gentleman, let me tell you now, get rid of this idea as soon as possible."

Bo Liang's nostrils fluttered, and his warm breath entangled with Xia Qinghe's.

Xia Qinghe Xuebai's skin turned red uncontrollably, her black eyelashes flickered twice, her face was calm, but the uneasiness in her heart overflowed accidentally.

Bo Liang's fingertips tingled, he couldn't wait.

He kissed Xia Qinghe's eyes tenderly, the black eyeballs rolled uncomfortably under the thin eyelids, and he gently licked away the tears overflowing from the corners of each other's eyes.

The next morning, Bo Liang woke up early, full of energy.

Xia Qinghe thought of their first time, Bo Liang was still lying in bed just like him.

Thinking about it now, I'm afraid that Bo Liang was trying to pretend to be a good human being, and imitated him not to get up.

Now there is no need to pretend anything, and unscrupulously show his advantages as an AI in front of him.

Such as predictive ability, intelligence, physical strength...

Especially physical strength.He thought of all the things last night, he saw what is called a humanoid perpetual motion machine, he was tireless!It's terrible. When the factory designs this kind of AI, it doesn't consider whether humans can bear it, doesn't it set a highest value?

In fact, Xia Qinghe really wronged the factory. The factory provided the AI ​​with a data model, and the AIs are very clear about the tolerance range of their partners, and they will automatically perform corresponding actions within the threshold that humans can bear.The same is true for Bo Liang.

Xia Qinghe stared dissatisfied.

The void in front of the eyes.At this time, he was extremely thankful that he had a pair of useless legs. Even if he was exhausted and aching all over, others would not be able to see it.

Bo waited on Xia Qinghe to wash up in a good mood. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Xia Qinghe felt that Bo Liang was working extra hard today.It's like suddenly getting a good salary and trying to make things [-]% better.

Xia Qinghe was bored to find that labor and husband seemed to be homophonic.His cheeks felt suspiciously hot, he touched his face, it was okay.

"The boss asked us to go down and have dinner with them."

"Let's go down together?"

Xia Qinghe's body was weak and he didn't want to move, but if he didn't go down, the proprietress would definitely ask about his physical condition enthusiastically.He is not good at lying, I'm afraid it will be more difficult to explain clearly.

Bo Liang changed his pants, carried him to the wheelchair, and took off his pajamas.

Xia Qinghe only felt a chill in his upper body.

Bo Liang's fingers lingered on Xia Qing and his collarbone, staring at those marks obsessively, as if adding another layer of branding with his sight.

Under Bo Liang's gaze, Xia Qinghe felt his skin burn.

"Hurry up, or I will wear it myself." He urged.

Bo Liang didn't answer him, but pushed him in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

"Look, you are mine." Bo Liang's voice was hoarse, "These, and these."

He gestured with his fingers on Xia Qinghe's body: "This is the evidence that we have each other."

"The relationship between us is real, and so is my desire for you. I will be by your side every moment, and accompany you in life, old age, sickness and death."

These words came out of Bo Liang's mouth, like a spell, every word drilled from Xia Qinghe's ears to his heart, beating his heart violently.

He opened his mouth, some words crowded back and forth in his throat, and before he could say the last word, Xia Qinghe forgot what he was going to say.

Bo Liang didn't mind either, he took the shirt for Xia Qinghe to put on, and squatted down to button Xia Qinghe.

Xia Qinghe looked at his protruding browbones, his focused black eyes, and his long eyelashes drooping like two feathers.

Even though he just had sex with this person last night, his mouth was still dry for a while.His throat rolled.

Seeing this, Bo Liang finished buttoning his clothes, then squeezed his chin and gave him a real good morning kiss.

He didn't let go until Xia Qinghe's red lips were slightly swollen.

"Kissing skills seem to be much better than before. It seems that our daily practice has paid off."

The only good thing about him is that Xia Qinghe can take a breath when kissing, and he can respond to him instinctively.

In Xia Qinghe's view,

This kind of praise is better than no praise.He pushed Bo Liang away angrily: "Self-righteous."

The two went downstairs, and the boss's breakfast had just been prepared.

Bo Liang accidentally left marks on Xia Qinghe's neck last night. He knew Xia Qinghe's character, and if someone saw him, he might really be tough and not let him touch him in the future.

He put two band-aids on Xia Qinghe's neck.

When the boss saw it, he was surprised and said, "What's the matter? Two wounds on the neck?"

Xia Qinghe coughed, as if catching a cold.

Bo Liang's face remained unchanged: "I accidentally touched it."

The proprietress said: "Tell me, if you don't understand, don't meddle in the couple's affairs, come and serve me the porridge."

"I'm concerned, why is it meddling indiscriminately." The boss muttered in a low voice, and went to the kitchen to help the proprietress serve porridge.

At this time, other guests came down from upstairs one after another.

The leader was a ruffian boy with dyed red hair. When he saw Xia Qinghe, he whistled provocatively at him.

Bo Liang's face sank on the spot.

The red hair didn't realize it, and went around to the kitchen to ask the boss what he had for breakfast.

"We don't include breakfast here." The proprietress said politely.

"Breakfast is not included, so what are they doing here?" The red hair glanced across Xia Qinghe's side neck, his eyes playful, as if he knew what was hidden under the band-aid.

"This is my personal invitation to these two guests."

The proprietress saw Hongmao's malicious intentions and said directly.

"Sure, then I'll pay you the head office."

"Sir, the point is not this..."

Hong Mao insisted on not leaving, so the proprietress had no choice but to say to Xia Qing and them: "Otherwise, you two should go out for breakfast."

Bo Liang's eyes lightly swept over Hongmao's body, his gaze was like a substance, "shaving" Hongmao once like a knife blade.

The red hair was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face froze for a few seconds.

Bo Liang didn't speak, but Xia Qinghe said with a gentle smile: "Miss Boss, don't you want to treat us to breakfast? My stomach is ready, so you won't tell me not to eat it for me, will you?"

The proprietress laughed and said, "I'm still willing to give up this meal."

Bo Liang pushed Xia Qinghe to the table, and Hongmao followed.

The proprietress deliberately sat between Xia Qinghe and Hongmao to separate them.

The red hair simply sat across from Xia Qinghe, looking at Xia Qinghe playfully from time to time.

Xia Qinghe couldn't be completely indifferent, Hongmao sat opposite, he seemed full after just a few bites.

"Miss Boss, have another bowl."

Bo Liang took Hongmao's bowl: "I'll serve it for you."

"Tsk, don't try to take the opportunity to make trouble

. "

With the experience of being stunned by Bo Liang's eyes just now, Hongmao seized the opportunity to find his place again.

Bo Liang ignored him, and went to the kitchen to serve Hong Mao a bowl of porridge, and cut a tomato for Xia Qinghe by the way.

Hong Mao took the porridge, took a few sips suspiciously, and made sure there was nothing wrong before he finished it with confidence.

Until the porridge was finished, Hong Mao was still looking in and out of the bowl.

"You really didn't do anything?"

Bo Liang sneered, did not answer his question, turned his head and asked Xia Qinghe: "Are you full?"

Xia Qinghe nodded after eating the last piece of tomato.

"Let's go when we're full."

The proprietress knew last night that Xia Qinghe and Bo Liang were out on a trip. Although the place is remote, there are still one or two scenic spots worth visiting.

Unexpectedly, Hongmao made trouble, and she didn't want Bo Liangduo to stay.

"I'll check you out." The proprietress said.

"Miss Boss, let's check out in the afternoon. There is a scenic spot nearby. I want to take Qinghe to see it." Bo Liang said.

Hongmao interjected: "Your name is Qinghe? The name sounds really nice." As he spoke, his eyes couldn't help falling on the band-aid on Xia Qinghe's neck again.

Bo Liang's body moved slightly, blocking Hongmao's sight.

Hong Mao gouged out Bo Liang impatiently.

The proprietress watched them leave uncomfortably, Hongmao also followed, and he walked not far from Xia Qing and them.

Xia Qinghe felt disgusted, but the main road was a public infrastructure, and they couldn't let Hongmao not go on the same road as them.

The scenic spot was not far away, and Bo Liang wanted him to see more along the way, so the two of them didn't drive.Now it seems better than driving.

But Bo Liang pushed Xia Qinghe around as if he couldn't see the red hair.

"Where are you going? I am familiar with this place, so I can show you around." Hongmao said.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Hongmao stepped forward to Xia Qinghe.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, don't be ignorant." Hongmao frowned, "Do you know who I am? I'm the boss of this area!"

Bo Liang said coldly: "Get lost."

The red-haired subconsciously took half a step back, staring and said: "Who are you talking to in such a tone?"

Bo Liang pushed Xia Qinghe around him, not giving him extra looks.

Hongmao was furious and grabbed Xia Qinghe's wheelchair.

Bo Liang frowned slightly, and said in disgust, "If you want to lead the way, then lead, if you don't, then get out."

With such a tone, the red-haired fist would have been raised long ago, but this time he was fascinated by something, so he didn't get angry.

He glanced at Xia Qinghe thoughtfully.

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But before arriving at the scenic spot, Hongmao clutched his stomach and looked for the toilet.

Hongmao was furious: "You really fucked with the porridge! Just wait for me." He cursed and ran away.

Bo Liang pushed Xia Qinghe away first.

"Did you do something to his porridge..." Xia Qinghe couldn't help wondering.

"No, I didn't do anything."

Bo Liang really just gave Hong Mao a porridge. He thought about putting some mustard in the porridge, but the proprietress didn't have mustard, and it was too obvious to put chili powder.

Xia Qinghe couldn't help thinking, then Hong Mao would trouble them later, and they were not wronged.

Bo Liang quickened his pace. He originally wanted to find a chance to get rid of the red hair, but he didn't expect God to help him.