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

Qin Zhen couldn't respond to the bed but not the bed. Ji Tingsen glanced at him, dragged the movie back to the beginning, and projected his eyes on the big screen, focused and calm.

Xin said that if Qin Zhen overstepped the distance, he would kick him out... he was too big to carry, so he could leave by himself.

Qin Zhen felt a little weak from Ji Tingsen's look, more powerless.

Such beautiful eyes seemed to know everything, but it was certain that he did not cause Ji Tingsen the slightest emotional fluctuation.

You can still see ripples when you throw small stones into the lake. To Ji Tingsen, it is like a calm sea, which can catch everything and accommodate everything, but he doesn't care, and naturally there is no echo.

Qin Zhen was not discouraged, but he knew that he would stop when he saw it, and his eyes fell on the movie screen.

This scene of sitting quietly together seems to have never happened before, and it can be regarded as a kind of enjoyment. It would be bad if they bothered people away.

Half an hour later, Ji Tingsen felt his shoulders sink.

It was Qin Zhen who leaned over, his breathing was low and gentle, he was obviously asleep, his eyelashes drooped quietly, the colorful light of the movie screen split into strange and bizarre, but it couldn't block the handsome and handsome face.

He didn't move, and didn't wake up Qin Zhen. He turned down the sound of the movie, thinking it was just for the cup of freshly squeezed honey peach juice.

Qin Zhen really fell asleep, but not for long.

He is not interested in movies, and he is afraid that doing other things will affect Ji Tingsen's watching movies, and his eyelids are fighting. He didn't expect... an unexpected harvest?

I'm very greedy for this kind of intimacy, if my head can be rested on someone's lap, and then I can hug my waist......

There were a lot of messy thoughts in my mind, and I finally got up, reached for the remote control panel, turned up the sound of the movie again, and then tentatively leaned my head against the person's shoulder.

It didn't work out.

The person who focused on the film didn't turn his head at all, but pushed his face away precisely and accurately.

Qin Zhen took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, stretched out his hand to touch his face, brought the almost untouched snack plate to his lap, and picked and ate some.

At least not sleepy.

At the beginning, Ji Tingsen occasionally glanced at Qin Zhen fighting with the snack packaging bags like a thief, for fear of making any noise, he was not as ruthless and decisive as the rumors outside.

The difference between the inside and the outside is really cute.

It's just that the cognition of the two of them has gone wrong now, and they dare not be like before... He felt a little pity, so he tore open a few snack bags and put them back.

After watching the movie, Ji Tingsen went back to his room to pack his things.

In fact, there was not much to clean up. Fu Cong had to pack up all the usual things from the film crew and send them to the house on Yushan Road. In the end, he packed up a pile of pajamas, a few books, and a backpack.

He urgently needs to distance himself from Qin Zhen to avoid those intentional or unintentional touches, but it is a pity that going home at night is part of the terms of the contract, so he can only go out early and return late as much as possible.

Less than half an hour later, there was a knock on the door.

Ji Tingsen opened the door, and after a pause, he stopped politely on Qin Zhen's neck: "What's the matter?"

In fact, one glance is enough to see that Qin Zhen should have taken a bath, and his jet-black hair was curled back casually with dampness, revealing a smooth forehead and a clean and neat face.

There is only a bath towel around the whole body, it probably hasn't been wiped very carefully, and the water drops follow the well-defined but not exaggerated abdominal muscles and sink into the mermaid line.

This kind of heroic and hot male hormone impact is bursting and wild, with a vague sense of aggression, as if finding a gap and attacking in an all-round way.

Ji Tingsen felt it, a little funny, but also a little headache.

But all the emotions were well hidden, and he looked into those gray-blue eyes, and asked again: "What's wrong?"

With a lift of his arm, Qin Zhen turned on the clam night light he was holding: "Suddenly I feel that it's better to be in pairs. I'll give you this one too. Do you like it?"

He's hinting at something and expecting a response.

Five minutes ago, Ji Tingsen was worrying about sleeping peacefully for a few seconds.

The other small night light should be in the villa on Yushan Road now, and this one came just right, otherwise I would have to sleep with the headlight on, and the feeling of ignorance and chaos in sleep is not pleasant.

He took it over: "Very good, now it's symmetrical, then... good night."

Qin Zhen: "..."

Although he is not very experienced, he is not lacking in patience. He took a step back and said, "Brother Sen, good night."

......

The villa on Yushan Road couldn't be compared with the original Ji's mansion, but after all it was a private space, and he could arrange it however he wanted, Ji Tingsen lived very comfortably.

It took almost two months for the new play to join the group, and he entered his first vacation as an artist.

Holidays are not about sleeping with your head covered, reading books, watching dramas, screening scripts, dealing with financial matters, and - keeping cats.

Fu Cong did his job well, and he found an orange cat. It was a small milk cat, the size of a palm, and could squat in the palm of a person. It looked cute and clingy.

When Ji Tingsen was reading a book, the little orange cat would crawl to sleep on his book, drink tea and read the script, and in a blink of an eye, this little thing would stick out its tongue and lick the tea in a sneaky way.

With such a spiritual creature, Ji Tingsen hesitated for a long time, whether to call it Doudou after all.

The name Doudou belonged to another orange cat in the previous life. I originally bought a new one to remember the old one, but the new one is so innocent that it has to be a substitute.

The new name of the little orange cat was decided very quickly, and it was called "Xiao Jiu". I hope that good things will last forever.

But Fu Cong was a servant, thinking it was "Xiao Jiu", Xiao Jiu even "meowed" when he called out, and Ji Tingsen didn't correct him.

This kind of leisure time lasted almost ten days.

During dinner, Qin Zhen called again.

When Ji Tingsen picked it up, Xiao Jiu was stepping on his legs: "I'm busy with something, I haven't finished the script, and I may not be able to go home for dinner..."

Qin Zhen: "OK."

After hanging up the phone, looking at a table of steaming dishes, his gray-blue eyes became silent.

Aunt Wu, who was cooking, served Qin Zhen's meal and served another soup: "Mr. Qin, the dishes are ready."

Qin Zhen hummed: "There's not enough rice, let's have another bowl."

Aunt Wu stood still. She had never seen Qin Zhen get angry before, but her voice was unconsciously tense: "Mr. Ji said... he won't come back to eat at night."

Qin Zhen glanced at her, and said in a steady voice, "One more bowl of rice, and you can get off work."

Aunt Wu obediently went, and looked back before leaving. The design of the restaurant was bright and warm, but the man sitting at the dining table seemed to be... quite lonely.

After Qin Zhen ate his meal, he also ate the meal that was placed on Ji Tingsen's usual table, and then went out.

He didn't take a shower to change his clothes at first, and he was still at work. He entered "Bojing Garden on Yushan Road" in the navigation, and was stuck on the road for half an hour. He arrived at 07:30.

I didn't go in when I arrived. I sat in the car for a while, and when my breathing became stable, I drove the car downstairs to Yaohui Entertainment.

Send a text message to Ji Tingsen: [Brother Sen, I went downstairs to your company, I went up to find you? 】