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

While Ji Tingsen was watching the video intermittently, Qin Zhen was climbing over the wall.

It's not literally climbing over the wall, what I'm looking for is the same as what Ji Tingsen is looking at with a frown at the same time.

He used to relax in Shangya bathroom during the day, but at that time he was afraid of Ji Tingsen knocking on the door, and also worried that Yuan could break free, so he was always in a state of high mental tension, and he always had something to say.

If there is a need, he will solve it, but Qin Zhen doesn't want to think about Ji Tingsen's face at that time, so he looks for resources on the Internet.

After a brief rebuff, Qin Zhen found what he wanted.

But in less than 10 minutes, he deleted the video in disgust. What a mess, except for the quality of the video, it is useless, not even... a hair strand.

After a while, Qin Zhen searched for Ji Tingsen's pictures on his mobile phone.

It's just strange that those pictures are obviously still the same face, but the artificial look makes people instinctively disgusted.

The phone was thrown aside, and the lights were turned off to sleep.

Three minutes later, Qin Zhen frantically turned on the bedside lamp, and went to Ji Tingsen's Weibo.

The latest one on Weibo is a still photo of "Never Forget". A man in a three-piece suit is standing sideways in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his profile is covered with a halo like white porcelain, elegant and elegant.

There is also a kind of power that is close and difficult to offend, that is the disdain that tramples everything under his feet.

Zooming in on the picture, those familiar light-colored eyes with a thin cold light gradually coincided with the appearance of stepping Yuan Neng under his feet in the daytime.

From Qin Zhen's point of view, Ji Tingsen's stills are very bluffing, he really looks like a high-ranking person in power.

But this high-ranking look made him think of an urge to grab people under him and bully him as hard as he imagined.

He thought bitterly, what's the point of recruiting people like this!

In the end, he grabbed his phone and got out of bed.

Ten seconds later, there was the sound of water in the bathroom, and it didn't stop for a long time.

......

The next morning, early in the morning,

Ji Tingsen sat up after pressing the alarm clock, leaned against the head of the bed for a while and got up.

Too many things happened yesterday, talking to Qin Zhen, seeing the young man with a mole in the corner of his eye, solving Yuan Neng's matter, and the video, everything was exhausting.

Especially the video, he almost had a nightmare all night.

After going downstairs, my aunt has prepared breakfast.

Ji Tingsen frowned: "Where's Qin Zhen?"

Aunt Wu brought over the soy milk: "Boss Qin hasn't come back after going out for a run, probably because the weather is getting better and better, so the running time has been longer. I used to take a shower and go downstairs at this time."

Ji Tingsen didn't speak any more, drank half a cup of soy milk, ate two small steamed buns, and went to the balcony lazily with the soy milk cup.

It is said to be a balcony, but it is about [-] square meters in size. Grandma sends more and more flowers. It is a small garden of some scale.

At this time, the sun is just right, neither dazzling nor deserted, and warm.

He leaned on the recliner and gradually fell asleep.

Qin Zhen took a shower and went downstairs, only his aunt was busy in the restaurant.

Seeing the used dishes, he was slightly relieved and sat down.

The sound of vibration came from the mobile phone placed on the corner of the table.

Aunt Wu wiped her hands and came over: "Oh, I forgot to take Mr. Ji's phone..."

Qin Zhen took a look: "Don't call him, I'll take it later."

Auntie put the phone by Qin Zhen's hand, and went to work again.

Qin Zhen's intention was to have a good breakfast, but for some reason, he didn't want to meet Ji Tingsen early in the morning.

However, the phone rang again soon, and the jumping words "Brother Fu" made people's eyes hurt.

Hitting again and again, probably because of an emergency.

Qin Zhen went to the balcony with his mobile phone. Whenever Ji Tingsen was at home, he would stay on the balcony for a while in the morning. He knew this habit.

Just, pay...brother

I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart, thinking about asking him to call me brother all day long, but I call someone else brother first?

When the phone was taken to the balcony, the call had already been hung up.

Qin Zhen took a step in, and when he saw the eyes-closed person on the recliner, he couldn't help but lighten his breath.

On a flower bench as high as a person, Phalaenopsis drooped gracefully, and the pale pink flower branches, under the breeze that slipped in from the side-opened window, intentionally or unintentionally touched the white jade-like cheek of the person who was slightly turned to one side.

He didn't wake up like this, and there were still faint blue marks in his eyes. What did he do last night, he was so tired.

If it should be exhausted, it should be him... Qin Zhen interrupted the thoughts in his heart in time, and retreated lightly.

At this moment, the phone rang again.

He simply connected, and said "Ji Tingsen is resting, I will call you later if there is no urgent matter" before he said it, but there was a gossiping and worried sentence: "Baby, does your husband know that you are going to have a kiss scene and a bed scene today?" ?”

Good boy?

Husband?

Kissing scenes... and sex scenes!

Qin Zhen: "..."

Fu Cong wanted to ask his own artist this question last night, but he hung up the phone after being confused by Ji Tingsen's few words.

So when I got up in the morning, I hurriedly called.

It's fine if you didn't know before, but now you know, for the sake of family harmony of your artist, you don't have to worry about what you should pay attention to and what you should suggest.

He thought about this question all night, and was extremely anxious: "Are you listening? Why don't you talk?"

After a brief silence, a deep and cold male voice came from the other end. It was by no means what Fu Cong was used to. It was the slow and gentle voice of my own baby: "Now I know."

Fu Cong: "...!"

He really wanted to ask if it was still too late for him to hang up the southeast branch, but the other end had already hung up the phone neatly.

......

Not long after Ji Tingsen slept on the balcony, he always felt his face was itchy.

After fully waking up, he looked at the Phalaenopsis on his cheek, and couldn't help laughing: "It's you, are you ready to become a sperm?"

The warm sunshine and the edification of fresh flowers and plants made him feel much better. The soy milk was cold, so he didn't drink it, and he took it back to the kitchen as usual.

Seeing Qin Zhen reading documents in the living room, Ji Tingsen was slightly surprised.

Due to the intricate relationship between the two of them, he will not set foot in the study and gym of this house, but Qin Zhen never stops in the living room and the audio-visual room.

But time has changed, and now the relationship between the two has eased much.

Seeing Qin Zhen looking over, he smiled: "Good morning, have you eaten the bean paste buns made by Aunt Wu?"

Today is Saturday, and Qin Zhen doesn't need to go to work, which is why he has the mood and time to run downstairs. On weekdays, his exercise is usually done in the gym at home.

There was a fluffy strand of hair hanging on the forehead, which was because he didn't take care of it after taking a bath. It was more homely than the usual cold and serious look. He replied briefly: "Eat."

When replying to this sentence, Qin Zhen raised his eyebrows slightly, this is a posture eager to try: "Baby...you look very good, sleeping under the flower trellis, it's a replica of Sleeping Beauty" .

Ji Tingsen's mind was full of the afternoon drama, and he didn't pay attention to the details to find that Qin Zhen's expression was wrong. After a brief conversation, he walked slowly to the kitchen like an old man.

After walking a few steps, I suddenly heard the man's rising voice, a provocative and playful voice: "The bean paste buns are too sweet, baby."

The ending of the last suffix rose, light and floating, like a soft but still aggressive cloud, and it slapped Ji Tingsen on the face.

He turned his head, and the man sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and in an extremely leisurely posture looked sideways, his head was still slightly tilted, he was a very unbeatable brat, no doubt.

To be honest, Ji Tingsen was a little confused.

Being called "Guaibao" by Qin Zhen is like a parent being called a "dog leftover" by his own child.

He coughed: "What did you say?"

Qin Zhen stared at Ji Tingsen's slightly reddened pinnae, and simply turned around: "Maybe I misheard, could it be...'Baby'?"

He was taken aback when he said the words.

It's not the kind of aversion to call a man in his twenties Baobao, because the person being called is really superior in innate conditions, but the nickname "Baby" really makes people's ears warm when they say it .

Ji Tingsen has been embarrassed many times in Qin Town, and his reaction is much faster.

The beautiful amber eyes narrowed slightly, and he came over and grabbed Qin Zhen's ear: "It's easy to say that you are a little bastard, whether you are big or small, who told you, huh?"

As an older brother who used to hold his younger brother's ears in his previous life, Ji Tingsen is very skilled in business, and his movements are quick but not painful, which is a lesson.

But the one whose ears were being pulled, his muscles stiffened almost instantly.

The slightly cool touch is only a small reason, I have never been treated like this before, and I don't know how to react.

A short second passed, and Qin Zhen quickly retreated from one end of the large sofa to the other. Unless Ji Tingsen turned over from the back of the sofa, he was determined not to be able to reach him again.

But his retreat, to be precise, is shrinking, almost to the point of doubting life. Fortunately, he has practiced deeply in not expressing his emotions and anger, and his face is very stable.

He even looked directly at the person who dared to break ground on Tai Sui's head, and said in a heavy tone, "You are so courageous, you are now!"

Ji Tingsen was still holding the soy milk, holding it steady, without spilling any of it.

The hand that was pulling the ear was placed on the sofa, and the slender black eyelashes blinked, calm and soft: "You are older than you, and you should be bolder. Who told you?"

Qin Zhen picked up the phone from the coffee table, and instead of handing it over directly, he pushed it in Ji Tingsen's direction: "It always rings, so I picked it up."

Ji Tingsen reached for his mobile phone. He was still wearing pajamas. The delicate black fabric was matte, and every inch of the skin exposed from the clothes was dazzlingly white.

In fact, this pajamas are very conservative, with a long-sleeved top and trousers, at most the wrists are exposed, and even the ankles are covered.

But it is too close-fitting, even the shape of the shoulder blades is perfectly outlined, and because it is loose, it shows the wearer's slenderness.

It's not skinny, it's slender with slender waist, long legs and fine bones, just like fine porcelain, smooth, graceful and precious, attracting people to admire, play and collect.

Qin Zhen just glanced at it twice and didn't look too much.

I dare not look at it, but my brain is like a precise and swift instrument, even if I just glance at it, it has already started to run at a high speed, analyzing everything the master subconsciously wants to know.

While Ji Tingsen was looking at his phone, he casually pulled the pillow aside and put it on his lap, then exhaled lightly.

Be vigilant and suspicious: he did it on purpose!

Early in the morning, dressed like this, the house is shaking...

After two missed calls, Ji Tingsen flipped through his phone and said, "Fu Cong is my manager, what did he say?"

Qin Zhen pronounced his words clearly like the host of a press conference, but his voice was a little cold: "Oh—he asked me, does your husband know that you are going to do a kiss scene and a sex scene today."