After President Pa dressed as an abandoned husband [Transmigration Book]

Sensing Ji Tingsen's approach, Qin Zhen stroked the white and tender petals with his fingertips, and withdrew his hand.

During the movement, under the well-tailored royal blue shirt, the smooth and lean muscle outline seemed to be revealed, introverted and sexy, very dazzling.

Ji Tingsen felt that Qin Zhen should be in a good mood.

In most cases, Qin Zhen is more like a precise and stable machine, rarely in a state that can be called leisurely.

No wonder, though, that now is the best time of year to see the garden.

The two walked back side by side, Qin Zhen asked, "What are you doing here?"

His bones are very good, his face is three-dimensional, his head is slightly tilted at this moment, his eyebrows are raised, his nose is straight, and his jaw is clean and neat. He is quite impeccably handsome.

Ji Tingsen raised the book in his hand and smiled: "Basking in the sun."

This is the truth.

Reading is just by the way, he likes the feeling of the sun falling on his body, the spreading warmth is incomparable to anything else.

Fortunately, his skin doesn't get tanned easily, otherwise he would look ugly on camera, and Fu Cong would have to nag for days.

Basking in the sun?

A very down-to-earth answer, but Qin Zhen didn't believe it.

He stretched out his hand, palm up in front of Ji Tingsen: "Let me see."

Ji Tingsen put the book in Qin Zhen's hand.

Qin Zhen flipped through it casually. It was all in foreign languages. It was a famous foreign classic: "Do you understand it?"

There was no malice in these words, but there seemed to be something wrong when he said them. He felt a little inexplicably irritable in his heart, and added: "I remember that there are Chinese and English characters in the study room. If you want, I can find it for you."

Ji Tingsen really understood.

Well, the original owner's academic performance is not very good, let alone foreign language, and he has already returned it to the teacher.

He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and shook it in front of Qin Zhen: "It's okay to have it, but of course it's better to have translated books."

Qin Zhen followed Ji Tingsen's movement of putting the phone back, his eyes uncontrollably circling around his waist.

In less than a second, his eyes quickly moved away.

But I still remembered that dream, the white part that was as flexible as a willow branch was roughly bent by him to an unbelievable arc...

The lip line was slightly stretched, and sullenness rose.

What kind of shirt to wear at home, and trousers, and tucked in the waist of the trousers, for fear that others will not know him... It's so scheming!

Forced to drive away the image in his mind, Qin Zhen stopped looking at him and said against his will: "You look better in casual clothes."

This statement is half true and half false, and the last two words are as true as gold.

Ji Tingsen: "...?"

He thought Qin Zhen was weird, but he still said, "I like this."

If it was the original owner, Qin Zhen's words would probably be honored as an imperial decree, but for a patient who used to wear loose clothes for a long time to facilitate various examinations, the crisp and well-fitting clothes are particularly attractive.

When I was healthy, I felt that such clothes were restraint, but I really lost it...

However, Qin Zhen's bias is understandable, people are like this, they prefer what they lack, it's normal for busy people to like leisure.

Ji Tingsen reciprocated compliments: "You look good in casual clothes and suits."

Very unnutritious and naive dialogue, the atmosphere is also very strange.

He thought for countless times that it would be great if there was no bondage of marriage. Based on the friendship between Qin and Ji's ancestors, Qin Zhen should be a very good friend.

Qin Zhen: ... they all look good?

This sentence sounded like a magic voice, and he undid the top button of his shirt irritably: "It has nothing to do with you, understand?"

Ji Tingsen thought, this is the difficulty of this relationship.

Not too far.

He didn't dare to draw a clear line with others immediately, otherwise he would not even be able to find a reason for his behavior if he took something secretly.

But Qin Zhen guarded him, like a cat with fried hair.

There was a smile hidden in his heart, his amber eyes were extremely serious, and he clicked his jaw in a worthy way: "Understood."

Qin Zhen keenly caught the fleeting smile of the young man in front of him, and took a deep breath... Heck, I understand it!

......

Liu Zhi was bored and looking forward to it in the living room.

When Ji Tingsen and Qin Zhen appeared at the door, he immediately leaned over, but his head was aching, and he ran to Ji Tingsen's side: "Brother Ji."

Ji Tingsen responded, "Why did you run away just now?"

Liu Zhi glanced at Qin Zhen who had already gone into the living room, touched his nose, "It's nothing," rolled his eyes, "The kitchen in the old house is quite big..."

He had spent the whole day in bits and pieces, and although his stomach, which was barely stuffed with bread, didn't bark, his desire for hot meals was unprecedented.

It would be even better if Ji Tingsen did it himself.

Who is Ji Tingsen, Liu Zhi's evasive and longing look is too conspicuous.

But he just pretended not to understand, Liu Zhi and Qin Zhen are familiar, coming to the old house is like returning to his own home, and he will never be hungry.

Ji Tingsen looked as usual, Liu Zhi scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously: "Brother Ji, are you still angry? I used to be an asshole, I was wrong...Give me a chance, I think...I think Eat your cooking!"

It's also strange, Ji Tingsen used to cook delicious food, but he was not greedy for it.

But now this person is not flattering to others, and he stands there indifferently, which makes people feel that all good things should be given to others. If he can ask someone to move his finger again, it seems to represent being accepted again.

Fearing that Ji Tingsen would not agree, Liu Zhi raised his voice and shouted, "Brother Qin didn't eat either—Brother Qin, did he?"

Ji Tingsen thought to himself, your brother Qin warned me just now.

He laughed and said: "Do it yourself to have enough food and clothing. If you can do it...Do you want tomato and egg noodles? If not, then forget it..."

Liu Zhi: "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

He stumbled into the kitchen with Ji Tingsen, and came back halfway: "Brother Qin, do you want to eat? Tomato and egg noodles!"

Qin Zhen: "..."

Before he had time to answer, Liu Zhi said again: "But my sister-in-law is very angry now, she won't eat if she doesn't fight, how about I share a bowl with you?"

Qin Zhenxin said that you still want to eat two more bowls?

But Liu Zhi said impatiently: "Forget it, you never like it...it's actually quite delicious, alas..."

Qin Zhen: "..."

What's so great about tomato and egg noodles, he has also eaten chicken noodle soup.

Two bowls!

The taste does...a little bit of nostalgia.

Just a little bit.

......

With the sleeves half rolled up, Ji Tingsen ordered Liu Zhi: "The tomatoes are washed and peeled, don't peel them hard, cut the tops into crosses, and scald them in boiling water..."

While talking, he beat eggs into the bowl.

Liu Zhi was sweating profusely. After turning two tomatoes into red mud, he finally mastered the trick and successfully entered the normal stage of peeling tomatoes.

While yelling to drive away the servants: "Get out, I will do it myself!"

During this time, Ji Tingsen has prepared side dishes such as chopped green onion, coriander, and sliced ​​ginger, and is familiar with the location of the seasoning.

Taking the tomatoes that Liu Zhi had prepared, he saw the red stains on the child's arms and face, and couldn't help saying: "Are you at the scene of the murder? Go wash it, and you can eat it in a while."

Liu Zhi was a little embarrassed, it turned out that cooking was not easy: "I'm fine, what else should I do?"

Ji Tingsen: "No more, let's rest, we can eat soon."

He didn't want to enslave Liu Zhi, but the former owner's humbleness was too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and there was a thin line between cooperation and flattery. If he didn't pay attention, it would be useless to replace many servants in the old house.

Heat the oil in the pot, and when cooking, the apron tied around the waist is loosened so that it cannot fall off.

Ji Tingsen couldn't move his hands: "Liu Zhi, help me tie the belt, will it work?"

Liu Zhi didn't speak, and shrank in the corner in shock, watching his brother Qin put down the pot that he just picked up, and walked straight behind the young man who was busy.

Pull back again, and the loose strap has been tied with a beautiful buckle, which looks like a bow at first glance.

His hands were still wet and before he could wipe them off, he saw Qin Zhen walking towards him.

Why... kill people and silence them?

Stuffing the tissue box into Liu Zhi's arms, Qin Zhen took the guy by the back of his neck and sent him out of the kitchen, sternly and in a low voice: "You are a guest, go! Are you waiting for a dinner in the living room?"

Liu Zhi swallowed, and walked out like a wandering soul.

Is he hallucinating or Brother Qin is crazy, or... hungry too?

......

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes is an entry-level dish, and Ji Tingsen can make it in a few minutes.

Someone put a pot next to the stove, and half of the water was poured into the pot, which was the height suitable for cooking noodles.

"So diligent..." Ji Tingsen tilted his head, facing Qin Zhen's cold and quiet eyes: "...Where is Liu Zhi?"

Qin Zhen calmly said, "Be lazy and run away."

Ji Tingsen: "...You want to eat too? Then I need to get some more noodles."

Before turning around, there was a strangle at the waist.

He looked at Qin Zhen hooking his finger on the side of his apron: "Why...you want to be yourself alone? Then I made a mistake, and I will take another pot."

Qin Zhen let go: "No, I have something to tell you."

Ji Tingsen stood still, listening attentively.

His skin is very fair, and his short black hair is lying softly beside his ears, just standing quietly has an incomparable charm.

Qin Zhen's heart skipped a beat, and he turned to boil the water.

After pressing the switch, he stood up straight, with one hand resting on the sink, handsome and tall enough to be on the runway at any time, and said lightly: "I've thought about it, you need a boyfriend."

An affirmative tone, like announcing that the whole company will work overtime on weekends.

Ji Tingsen: "...?"