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

After drinking, even if you are only slightly tipsy, it is actually a good choice to sleep for a while.

But Ji Tingsen can't sleep at all now.

He always thought that Qin Zhen was impatient to get involved with him in that aspect, and even regarded him as his younger brother. The two cognitions were shattered at the same moment. This kind of accident suppressed the joy of establishing a relationship with Gu Zhao. .

The only good thing is that he didn't "wake up" when Qin Zhen kissed him.

There is still room for redemption.

In terms of rejecting people, Ji Tingsen thinks he is quite experienced.

In the previous life, there was more than one person who expressed his admiration to him, both men and women, and he rejected them all clearly, and occasionally there were a few stalkers. Not everyone can enter the gate of Ji's house, just stay away.

At this moment, Ji Tingsen was very glad that the house on Yushan Road had been cleaned up.

Unable to sleep, he simply went to take a shower, and when he was getting a change of clothes, he touched a row of soft and skin-friendly pajamas in the cloakroom, and finally chose a set of cotton pajamas.

After reading the book for a while, Ji Tingsen calmed down.

During the period, I received a selfie of Ji Mingrui wearing an ancient costume, so I called and had a chat. Unexpectedly, there was no pain in my chest this time.

Obviously during this period of time, because he no longer took Qin Zhen's things, every time he contacted Ming Rui, he would feel a tightness in his chest, and he got used to the pain...

Ji Tingsen will carefully consider the factors that can interfere with backlash every time, and this time is no exception.

Based on the experience he has now, gaining popularity in the entertainment industry will reduce the backlash, and getting closer to Qin Zhen and things related to Qin Zhen will even directly eliminate the backlash for a while... After thinking about it, his eyes gradually focused on right hand.

It seems that this time, it was because Qin Zhen kissed him.

Two hours later, Ji Tingsen went downstairs.

I haven't eaten dinner, so I have to find something to cushion, otherwise I won't be able to sleep well all night.

In fact, I had this feeling an hour ago, but I always feel that if I delay Qin Zhen to get busy, the chances are higher and I will meet less.

Shredded chicken porridge is warmed in the kitchen, and the portion is for two people.

Ji Tingsen looked for bowls and chopsticks, but before he could serve them, a deep and soft voice came from behind: "Wake up, let me come."

It's Qin Town.

Perhaps it was Qin Zhen who took advantage of his drunken intimacy to lift some kind of barrier, and the details that he had overlooked before flourished. For example, Qin Zhen's voice was obviously cold, but now he spoke with a gentle and intimate flavor.

It's not obvious, but if you really pay attention, it's not hard to find.

Ji Tingsen turned his head, his eyes froze for a moment: the nightgown Qin Zhen was wearing was deep sea blue in color, it was not difficult to see that the fabric was fine and close-fitting, and it outlined a slender and healthy body very well.

He is very familiar with this kind of fabric, and there is a row of it hanging in the cloakroom.

Sima Zhao's heart, Ji Tingsen thought to himself, instead of arguing with Qin Zhen who was already close, he put down the bowl and stood a little further away.

He stood far away, but Qin Zhen also leaned over, reached out and touched Ji Tingsen's forehead, and left without giving Ji Tingsen time to react, and then asked: "Your face is a little red, I thought you had a fever, Sen Brother, don't you ask how you got from the car to the bed?"

While speaking, he turned around to serve the porridge, just enough to hide the smile in his eyes, and at the end he had a serious reason: "I don't have any vigilance at all. Next time you drink, remember to call me to pick you up."

Ji Tingsen said as if nothing had happened, "...you helped me up?"

Carrying the hot porridge to the restaurant, Qin Zhen corrected: "It's not a hug, it's a hug...It's not good to be drunk outside, you keep leaning into my arms, if I don't hug you, You pushed me to sleep in the backseat at night, Special Assistant Yan was stunned..."

It was rare for him to say so many things that had nothing to do with work at once, and finally looked at Ji Tingsen standing between the dining room and the kitchen door with gray blue eyes: "Come here, eat."

Only the last sentence was true. Seeing Qin Zhen carrying Ji Tingsen upstairs, Special Assistant Yan was indeed stunned.

Ji Tingsen: "..."

He knew that his alcohol quality was not bad, and that if he drank too much, his reaction would be slower at most, and he would never... Arguing about these things is meaningless, instead, he gave Qin Zhen a chance to continue the topic, so he just said: "Then I will talk less next time." drink some."

Qin Zhen, who was going to describe in detail how Ji Tingsen got into his arms: "..."

In fact, he didn't dare to touch Ji Tingsen too much, he carried Ji Tingsen up the stairs honestly, and then just kissed his fingers when he put it down, because he was afraid that he would lose control if he did too much.

However, he was a little happy to notice that Ji Tingsen had changed into his pajamas. It seemed that he had listened to what he said earlier.

After thinking about it, I suggested: "The crew is mixed, so it's very appropriate to change into conservative pajamas, so as not to be caught by people with ulterior motives... I don't need it at home, Brother Sen, the new pajamas sent by Laibo are made of the same material as yours. It’s pretty good, it’s okay if you wear something casual at home, comfort is the most important thing.”

Ji Tingsen, who is eating porridge slowly: Isn't the little bastard with ulterior motives right in front of you.

He looked at his pajamas: "This is very good. The cotton cloth absorbs sweat. The weather is getting hotter and hotter. I will wear it like this from now on."

Qin Zhen also served a bowl of porridge himself, and stared at Ji Tingsen's rosy lips from eating in the steam: "Just as long as you are happy."

Of course, my heart will not be so happy.

He clearly heard his confession, but now he is not shy or caring at all, and even vaguely draws a clear line. Could it be that he wakes up too late...

There were many thoughts in his mind, but he didn't show anything on his face, and even offered to wash the dishes after the meal.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t do these chores. Normally, the aunt at home cleans up, but sometimes there are fewer dishes and chopsticks, and things that are handled casually are an eyesore.

Ji Tingsen used to like the envoy Qin Zhen, just like envoy Nan Chu and Ming Rui.

Two brothers doing something together is a good way to cultivate their relationship. After all, a family like theirs can't see each other for ten days and a half months after being busy.

Knowing that Qin Zhen doesn't want to be his younger brother, even... Ji Tingsen cleaned up the dishes and said, "The company's affairs are important, so go and do them. I'll do them."

Qin Zhen squeezed over and took the bowls and chopsticks: "Family affairs are as important as company affairs. In the past, when my father was here, my father would wash the dishes, saying that my mother's hands are tender and not suitable for this kind of rough work."

From the age of 15 to the present, he has never mentioned the matter of his parents to anyone. Even after returning to Qin's house, the old man asked his grandma. He was shrouded in resentment and loneliness, and never said a word.

Until now, it was brought up naturally.

There was a trace of tenderness that he didn't notice between the cold brows, Qin Zhen glanced at Ji Tingsen's hand: "Didn't the netizens say that your hands are pretty, they are quite eye-catching, let's rest."

Ji Tingsen: "..."

This is so obvious that it burns my ears.

However, how did Qin Zhen know about netizens... Ji Tingsen remembered that he had posted on Weibo, one of which was said to be good-looking by fans, and it was also trending at the time. Qin Zhen checked his Weibo?

This is really...Ji Tingsen left Qin Zhen busy and went to the restaurant to put the chairs away.

They didn't leave immediately, the two of them left the busy one at the end of the meal, something was wrong, so they just stood by the door frame and waited.

Qin Zhen thought that Ji Tingsen was gone, and his heart was empty, especially when he just mentioned his parents, that was the happiest and most unforgettable past in his heart.

But when he was putting away the washed dishes and chopsticks, he turned his head and saw the man with warm hair standing at the door of the kitchen, the emptiness in his eyes shattered and boiled, turning into blue flames.

Ji Tingsen couldn't bear Qin Zhen's gaze.

It's not that he's guilty or weak, he knows that no matter how warm and bright he is, he can't respond.

He stopped looking at him, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and glanced at the time, it was almost eight o'clock: "Okay? Then I'm going upstairs."

Before he reached the stairs, he heard footsteps behind him, very quickly.

The shoulders were pressed, and Qin Zhen's hot breath passed over the ears: "Brother Sen, Huayi sent a sample of "Xian Jue", which was only released on June [-]st. It was shot well, do you want to be full first?" A blessing in disguise?"

Movie samples are usually not released. He knows that Ji Tingsen will make the next fairy tale drama "Wentian", and he will definitely be interested in "Xianjue", which also tells the story of fairy tales.

What's more, "Immortal" has an all-star lineup, almost all of them are acting school. Watching such a movie is very rare for artists, especially those who have requirements for acting skills.

If it hadn't been for what happened in the afternoon, Ji Tingsen might have dragged Qin Zhen to watch "The Absolute Immortal" together.

He climbed up a flight of steps, distanced himself from Qin Zhen: "Another day, I'm too tired today."

Qin Zhen let go of his hand: "Well, the sample is on the shelf in the audio-visual room. The first floor is there. You can go to watch it whenever you want, but the film cannot be released, otherwise it will be a loss for everyone... .Your boyfriend can afford to pay, but it doesn't count."

He saw that Ji Tingsen's eyes paused slightly when he heard Wenrenfei, and he took advantage of the situation and said: "Wenrenfei is my friend, you should have the impression that he didn't recover from the army some time ago, Huayi is his company, and we Inviting him to a meal is a thank you for feasting your eyes in advance, how about it?"

While waiting for Ji Tingsen in the car in the afternoon, Qin Zhen arranged for someone to pick up the film from Wen Renfei.

Is it right to eat, what is Gu Zhao, Wen Renfei is no worse than him!

As for meeting other people in your circle, take your time.

Of course Ji Tingsen knew who Wen Renfei was, the protagonist Gong in the original series, the boss and boyfriend of his younger brother Ji Mingrui, and his future marriage partner.

Although the evaluation of Wen Renfei in the book is very good, it is said that he is a seemingly dissolute but actually responsible and responsible person, but this future...Ji Tingsen doesn't know what to call it, so I can meet him in advance is a good thing.

Under Qin Zhen's patiently waiting eyes, he nodded: "Okay."

After Ji Tingsen returned to the bedroom, he couldn't help searching Huayi's information. The boss of Huayi was not a well-known man, but a strange middle-aged man, probably similar to Yaohui's Lei Feihong.

As for Wenrenfei, no surprises, just like searching for Qin Zhen's information, there is nothing useful, and I searched for "Xianjue", and it really has a strong lineup. The premiere is in mid-May, and the trailer is released. very exciting.

It's time to read it, Ji Tingsen thought, and went to read the book.

It's just the image of the preview of "Xianjue" in my mind, but I can't get it off.

He has already decided to go out early and return late in the coming days, shifting the focus of his life and work to the house on Yushan Road. A movie like "Immortal" with an estimated box office of [-] million yuan is okay to watch. Even if Qin Zhen allows it, he Nor will the samples be brought over.

It was almost ten o'clock after watching the two-hour movie, and I just went to bed.

Ji Tingsen put down his book, opened the door and went out.

Ten minutes later, in a dim audio-visual room, there was an extra person on the sofa who was holding a pillow and waiting for the movie to start.

After another 10 minutes, the door lock of the audio-visual room beeped lightly.

Because Yaohui Entertainment is a subsidiary of the Qin Group, the audio-visual room has many precious and even unreleased films like "Immortal", which are of inestimable value, so they specially set up a door control, and only Qin Zhen and Ji Tingsen can enter.

It's just started, and Ji Tingsen hasn't gotten into the plot of the movie yet. The remote control in hand turns on the headlights, and the person at the door with a fruit plate in one hand and juice in the other is not Qin Zhen.

When Qin Zhen saw Ji Tingsen, his slightly squinted eyes widened due to the flash of light: "Brother Sen, what a coincidence, do you want to watch a movie together?"

As he spoke, he walked over in a few steps.

Ji Tingsen looked at the various small snacks and cut fruits in the big fruit plate, and smelled the smell of peaches—it was the glass of juice, so it was a coincidence.

His favorite fruit is peaches, and Qin Zhen often gave them to the crew before.

Seeing that Ji Tingsen didn't speak, Qin Zhen felt guilty, but he squeezed onto the sofa unceremoniously, and explained spontaneously: "I don't have much work today, I want to relax, so I came here."

Ji Tingsen hummed and explained: "I'm very busy at work tomorrow, so I..."

Going now would be too much and too hypocritical.

He turned off the headlights again, but Qin Zhen's eyes were still astonishingly bright, so he cast his gaze on the big screen: "Is it okay to watch "Immortals", or something else?"

Qin Zhen looked at Ji Tingsen's porcelain-like side face under the light of the screen, and thought to himself, how can anyone watch a movie: ""Immortal" is fine, and people say it is not bad."

He moved the juice to Ji Tingsen: "You don't like milk, here is the juice."

Ji Tingsen: "...Thank you."

The next moment, his cheek was touched, and he leaned back to the side and looked at the culprit.

Qin Zhen looked calm: "Little flying insect—don't always say thank you, I've slept in every bed, so don't be so alienated, you say yes, Brother Sen."

The fingertips were slightly numb, and I was angry in my heart: I will thank you next time, and I will touch it!