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

Ji Tingsen had suitors before, the most extraordinary one, who chased him from abroad to China, sneaked into the banquet of Ji's family under the guise of discussing business, and scratched his palm with his finger when shaking hands with him.

That strike made Ji Tingsen disgusting enough, especially that person who claimed to be romantic and passionate, but his private life was really corrupt.

Under the eyes of everyone, it was still the Ji family's banquet as the host, and he didn't show any abnormality.

After the banquet, the touched hands were washed for half an hour.

In return, Ji Tingsen made some moves in the shopping malls. That person and his family's business failed to negotiate a deal in China for half a year. In the end, he suffered heavy losses and went abroad in embarrassment. It is said that he later lost his position as the heir of the family.

It's just that the most outrageous thing in the past is nothing compared to what Shang Qinzhen is doing now.

The breath is robbed, freedom is imprisoned, Ji Tingsen can feel the changes in the body, the breathing is so rapid that the head buzzes, the muscles are stiff as if poured with cement, the heartbeat is so fast that it seems to burst, as if it is infinitely close to death...

He is not someone who just sits and waits for death. The first thing he does after his arms are relaxed is to push Qin Zhen away, and then he pulls and presses him, with his knees padding his back, and presses him firmly against the wall of the bathroom.

All of this happened in an extremely fast time, but no matter how fast the speed was, at Ji Tingsen's normal level, he could only push Qin Zhen away, instead of pushing people against the wall as easily as they are doing now.

This was ultimately due to Qin Zhen's lack of resistance.

Qin Zhen's face was pressed against the cold tiles, and he was not annoyed at all, even though his arm was twisted to the point of dislocation, he licked his lips, and his voice was soft and warm: "Brother Sen, this is even better than I imagined... ...."

He has never been so close to a person, like holding a piece of warm jade, and like holding a handful of water, he can't taste enough.

It's no wonder that if some kings don't come to court early, it's not that they compare themselves to the king, but if he can hold Ji Tingsen in his arms, he doesn't even want to remember who he is, let alone fame, fortune, status, etc., everything will stand aside .

There was only the sound of deep breathing behind him, but no one answered him.

Qin Zhen wanted to see Ji Tingsen's appearance. He moved his hands like a cheetah. In fact, his skin was more delicate than anyone else's. A little force would leave marks. He kissed, hugged and rubbed. He didn't know what he looked like now.

He also automatically raised the white flag: "You can beat or scold you if you want, but it's not good to ask me to turn around. I want to see you."

The pressure on his back lightened all of a sudden, Qin Zhen thought maybe it wasn't that bad, but when he looked back, his soul flew away.

Was scared to fly.

In the imagination, Ji Tingsen's face with watery eyes and cheek powder did not happen. His face was as pale as paper, and his lips had no trace of blood. It will all be broken.

What made Qin Zhen even more furious was that the blood stains on the ground, even mixed with dark brown vinegar water, were still clear and bright, making people tremble.

injured?

When his arm was broken before, Qin Zhen didn't feel much, but when he thought that it was Ji Tingsen's blood... he even forgot to stand up, and rushed over to him: "Where is the injury?"

The next moment, Qin Zhen was kicked back to the base of the wall by Ji Tingsen.

This kick was so ruthless, the muscles in his legs unknowingly stiffened and exploded with strength, almost kicking Qin Zhen to vomit blood.

Ji Tingsen didn't want to either, it was a subconscious reaction.

With a hard force on his fingers, the broken porcelain in his palm was pierced even deeper. The pain overwhelmed his rationality over the rejection and excitement of the body's instincts. He tried his best to keep calm and looked at Qin Zhen: "I'm sorry... you first ......go out."

Chest pain, and I don't know if the ribs are broken, Qin Zhen didn't care about these, only to see a layer of water on Ji Tingsen's forehead, and he was sweating: "Brother Sen, what's wrong with you?"

I remembered that I had seen Ji Tingsen break out in cold sweat before, leaning over as if he hadn't been kicked, looking up, down, left, and right defenselessly: "Hypoglycemia? Where did you hurt?"

Looking at the anxious face in front of him, Ji Tingsen sighed heavily in his heart.

The muscles all over his body were still stiff, but his strength was gone, probably because he knew that Qin Zhen would not hurt him, at least he was completely different from the person who tried to take advantage of him.

Naturally, the most secret thing in my heart can't be said, almost helplessly said: "It's... low blood sugar..."

They all admitted that it was hypoglycemia, and the broken pieces of porcelain that were scratched in the palm changed from being picked up on purpose to being accidentally touched.

Later, Ji Tingsen was taken to the living room by Qin Zhen.

Hypoglycemia can be a big or small thing, and sometimes it can kill people. Qin Zhen almost ran to the refrigerator to find a cake, and then fed it to Ji Tingsen.

Seeing Qin Zhen's face pale like a ghost, Ji Tingsen reluctantly ate two mouthfuls, then took it again: "I can do it myself."

Qin Zhen didn't insist, took the medicine kit, and asked Aunt Wu to get water to wipe the blood on Ji Tingsen's palm, and then quickly and accurately disinfected and bandaged.

The cut in the palm was not big but deep, no wonder there was so much blood.

After a lot of tossing, Qin Zhen was sweating all over, and his eyes didn't seem to hurt much anymore. .

Seeing Ji Tingsen sitting on the sofa and eating the cake slowly with a small plate, his lips regained his color, his face was still a little pale but not so scary, so he asked, "What are you doing with the wet wipes?"

Just ask a random question to see if Ji Tingsen has recovered. Sometimes people with hypoglycemia will get confused and lose their ability to think.

Ji Tingsen raised his eyes: "Wipe Xiao Jiu's paws."

When the little orange cat is lively, after running on the ground and jumping on the table, it often leaves gray marks on the clothes with its paws.

Clothes can be changed, and it is more troublesome if the book or document gets dirty, he will wipe the paws of the little thing after it runs on the table.

Qin Zhen: "..."

It's quite thoughtful, but... he has been reduced to using a thing with the cat?

His eyes flicked over Ji Tingsen's slightly swollen lips, and he felt that the little cat was nothing, could it be hugged, bandaged, and caked?

Thoughts drifted for a while, and I did a self-examination in my heart. If I wasn't in the bathroom...Ji Tingsen's hand wouldn't be hurt. Then he asked cautiously, "Brother Sen, do you like it?"

Qin Zhen is a man of the city, he speaks little but acts vigorously, to a certain extent, because he has already thought about many things in his mind, and there is no need to bring them up.

But for Ji Tingsen, just like the after-sales service, he has to ask what is good or bad, and he still looks forward to hearing back.

Even if it is a bad evaluation, after listening to it, I will follow the principle of changing what is there and encouraging what is not, which is simply very progressive.

Ji Tingsen was silent for a while, then shook his head: "I don't like it."

He said this calmly, without anger or shyness, simple, straightforward and impeccable, which is the way that can most damage people's self-confidence.

Qin Zhen wasn't annoyed either, but he wasn't stupid enough to ask Ji Tingsen what he didn't like, after all, he made it clear that he didn't like him.

Like the exchange conference, he explained his experience seriously: "Really, then I will change it next time, but I like it very much, Brother Sen, your taste is a thousand times better than expected, your mouth is very soft, and your voice also......"

Even sporadic whimpers are memorable.

Ji Tingsen seldom interrupted others, but Qin Zhen really... He lowered his eyelids: "I'm tired."

He is indeed very tired, and the stress response consumes a lot of energy, not only physically but also psychologically, which is more tiring than working overtime and filming a scene for a week.

Qin Zhen didn't say anything, just asked: "Go upstairs and rest for a while?"

Hearing Ji Tingsen's "huh", he carried him upstairs, but Ji Tingsen's refusal was only a deaf ear, "Okay, let's let it go", like a bandit snatching a marriage, he has already placed him on the bed in the bedroom.

I don't know if it's because he was exhausted after intense physical exertion, or because it seemed like a trivial matter to hug him compared to just now when he was entangled until his tongue became numb. Ji Tingsen's back was slightly stiff, but he didn't resist.

He just sat on the bathroom floor, he wanted to take a shower before going to bed, and asked Qin Zhen to go out first.

As expected, Qin Zhen found the nightgown and underwear as quickly as possible, and he did not forget to ask: "You should not take a bath if you have low blood sugar, but you love to clean so much... 15 minutes, I will Come in for inspection, the injury on my hand... I will change it if it gets wet."

Come in for inspection?

These words are very familiar, Ji Tingsen remembered that when Qin Zhen had a fever and wanted to take a bath, he made such rigid rules, and suddenly felt a sense of loss of control and confusion.

After a pause, he looked at the silky nightgown: "Don't want this one."

He had no prejudice against nightgowns and pajamas, but pajamas are more conservative and safer, especially when he is in the same room with Qin Zhen.

Qin Zhen didn't move: "The nightgown is convenient, but the material is not your favorite? This dress will make you comfortable to the greatest extent, and you can sleep well. I will never disturb you before you wake up, I promise."

As far as he had gained insight into people's hearts, Ji Tingsen didn't refute anymore, probably because he was really tired.

Qin Zhen closed the door and left. He knocked on the door 15 minutes later and came in. He brought a large tray and almost picked out some of the dinner dishes on a small plate. There was a wide variety of dishes, as well as a bowl of rice and a glass of water.

Flip the tray on the bedside table: "It's all reheated, eat a little before going to sleep."

In fact, it’s not just overheating. All the dishes have thorns, and those with bones have their bones removed. They can be eaten with a spoon, which is very convenient for a person with an injured right palm.

Ji Tingsen didn't really want to eat, but noticed the way the food was handled and didn't refuse.

Seeing that he had eaten something and rinsed his mouth with water, Qin Zhen was about to leave.

Ji Tingsen called him to stop, and took out a bottle of medicated oil from the bottom drawer of the bedside table: "I didn't mean it, you...don't touch it randomly next time."

The medicated oil was still injured a long time ago, and Qin Zhen gave it to him. It was very useful, and he kept it there. A few days ago, he had a mark on his wrist, so he used it again.

Qin Zhen didn't respond, so he kicked and kissed him, it was a good deal!

Holding the half bottle of medicated oil, when I left, my feet trembled: This is not what I care about...

It was almost seven o'clock at this time, but the days in summer are very long, and the evening does not rise.

Ji Tingsen didn't ask Qin Zhen to draw the curtains, and when he looked up, he could see the dark blue sky, a beautiful and decadent color.

This despondency fits his current state of mind, and he looked at it silently for a long time before turning around.

Next to it was Qin Zhen's pillow, Ji Tingsen approached and smelled it.

Very light, very light taste of coldness, not annoying.

The pain on the palm of his hand was hard to go away, and it was very painful. He was tired but not very sleepy. He began to think about what happened in the bathroom.

Not aftertaste, simply dissecting your own reaction.

You can't always be shrouded in this shadow, how can you let go if you catch a little strangeness that may turn the tables.

There was indeed something different, he hated Qin Zhen's touch, but he didn't hate Qin Zhen.

In the previous life, Ji Tingsen hated both his behavior and the person who touched him. It was like being tortured physically and psychologically.

However, the rejection of Qin Zhen seems to be a simple rejection of the intimacy represented by the actions of kissing and touching. When the intimacy stops, the rejection will recede, and the stress response is also reduced than before. be quick.

Is it because after a lifetime, the instinctive resistance and disgust have been reduced?

Or, Qin Zhen's breath can resist the backlash after rebirth, so it is different for him?

Ji Tingsen was not sure, but thought he should pay attention to this matter.

Two hours later, he was woken up by Qin Zhen.

According to Qin Zhen, if Ji Tingsen doesn't wake up now, he will be sleepy, and probably won't be able to sleep all night.

This made sense, and Ji Tingsen had indeed had enough rest, so he got up.

He regained his energy, changed into a cotton pajamas with long sleeves and trousers, found a book to read, and planned to read a book and then watch a movie, but he was sleepy no matter what.

Before turning two pages in the book, Qin Zhen went out and came in again.

Put the little orange cat squatting on the arm on Ji Tingsen's quilt: "Smile"

The person under the blanket was good-looking no matter what, but his sleepy look made people feel distressed. Although he had expected that the cat would come and sneak into Ji Tingsen's blanket at night, Qin Zhen still slipped over.

Seeing Ji Tingsen, the little orange cat jumped off Qin Zhen's arm with a ruthless kick of its hind paws, and threw itself on Ji Tingsen, meowing back and forth, very happy.

Rubbing the little orange cat's head with his fingers, Ji Tingsen couldn't help laughing, and looked up at Qin Zhen: "You don't like him?"

When people's eyes look up, the arc will be much more rounded, especially Ji Tingsen's eyes, which are already soft, are so beautiful that they are unbelievably beautiful.

Qin Zhen gently stroked the little orange cat: "Now I like it."

When he said this, his gray-blue eyes fixedly looked at Ji Tingsen, trying to figure out whether he liked cats or people.

Ji Tingsen ignored him, put his right hand on the edge of the bed, and only used his left hand to tease the cat.

Qin Zhen was not annoyed, he raised his eyebrows, found pajamas and went to wash up, can he do work on the bed, go to some study, it's deserted, not a place for people to stay.

The pajamas he found were based on what Ji Tingsen wore. Anyway, the pajamas were prepared in pairs. Ji Tingsen wore cotton, so he also wore cotton. In addition to the style of nightgown, the texture of the clothes it's the same.

Not long after Qin Zhen went to bed, the servant who took care of the little orange cat brought over everything the cat needed to eat, drink and play.

The two of them were lying on the bed with a cat. Qin Zhen moved to Ji Tingsen's side unobtrusively by petting the cat.

He is very familiar with handling work, occasionally peeking at the side faces of the people around him, and after watching too much, he finds that there is a little blush on the slender, white neck.

No matter how you look at the traces, they are not serious, but they are too shallow and too few.

After a while, he understood the cause and effect, and Qin Zhen thought calmly: One day...