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

After the call was hung up, the phone screen was still on, and the desktop wallpaper was a still photo: Ji Tingsen's still photo in "Never Forget".

Qin Zhen met the amber eyes of the person in the wallpaper, and said in a low voice, "Listen to you."

Dian Zhuo, who was standing far away when Qin Zhen was making a phone call, glanced at the kicked tea table on the side of the sofa with lingering fear, and finally walked over: "Boss, next..."

When he was usually with Qin Zhen, he was between his subordinates and brothers, but when he really got down to business, especially when it involved some internal affairs of the Qin family, he was still quite afraid of Qin Zhen's other side.

"Clean up your tail, prepare a breakfast, and the rest...it's been hard work, rest, and talk about it when I wake up." As he spoke, Qin Zhen pressed Dian Zhuo's shoulder, calm and calm .

Dianzhuo: "..."

This is different from what I expected, never before...

He peeked at his boss, there were still some bloodstains on the collar of his shirt, which was spattered by the spurted blood when he stepped on someone's neck and pulled out his teeth last night.

The blood had dried up to black and red, and it seemed that there was still a smell of blood, but the man who should have looked like a tyrannosaurus actually had dilated eyebrows at this moment.

what happened?

He followed, his eyes glanced at the mobile phone that was still on in the boss's hand, and he understood: It seems that the person at home is not only respectful, but also has to confess in the future.

Half an hour later, Qin Zhen, who had taken a shower and had breakfast, closed his eyes and lay down on the bed.

After a while, he opened his eyes, and ordered critically: "Come closer, don't shake your hands, the light..."

Dian Zhuo who was forced to become a photographer: I miss Liu Zhi.

Recently, the boss has become obsessed with taking selfies and being photographed by others, and the requirements are very high. Except for the semi-professional gamers like Liu Zhi, he and Special Assistant Yan are occasionally caught doing such things, and they are still not fully used to it.

Ten minutes after Qin Zhen finished tossing Dian Zhuo, at the same time, Ji Tingsen received a message from Qin Zhen.

First, there is a photo: through the light spots scattered on the dark blue bed by the verdant trees outside the window, a man with a cold and peaceful face sleeping with his eyes closed in a piece of blue.

The whole is like a quiet and deserted oil painting.

Then there was a sentence: [Brother Sen, good night. 】

Downloading the picture and saving it is completely a habitual action, and it is not uncomfortable to be forced to do so. Ji Tingsen finally enlarged the picture, looked at it for a while, and couldn't help laughing.

I can't stop laughing, the photos are beautiful, but when I think about Qin Zhen pretending to be asleep and letting people take pictures, it's funny...It's funny but not ridiculed, I just think this kid is really pretty...nothing special Accurate adjective, not annoying anyway.

Fearing that Qin Zhen would wait until there was no reply, he finally replied: [An. 】

After this, Ji Tingsen was not so sleepy anymore, he simply called out the photo album of Qin Zhen's photos and looked at them one by one.

Look very carefully, never before.

Unknowingly immersed, until disturbed by crying in the corridor.

Ji Tingsen got out of bed and opened the door. Next to his room were Ji Mingrui and Wu Jingjing. One was a younger brother and the other was a woman. No matter what, he had to take a look.

After walking out, Ji Mingrui next door also stretched his head to watch.

The crying and arguing happened at the door of Wu Jingjing's room. The one who was crying was Wu Jingjing's assistant Xiaoyuan, a short-haired and slightly fat girl. Ji Tingsen remembered that this girl had a good temper and was hardworking.

During the few days when the relationship between him and Wu Jingjing was the most tense, this girl never turned her eyebrows coldly. When she met her, she just ran away quickly with her head down.

The little assistant was sitting on the ground, surrounded by bags, cosmetics, scripts and other sundries. At first glance, he looked like he was sitting in a garbage dump, and his crying was similar to howling, mixed with vague words: "I quit! Too bullying people!"

Ji Tingsen looked at the pajamas on his body, the attire was a little casual but it was tight, and he went over to help him.

Before walking over, he waved to Ji Mingrui, telling him to stand still and not come over.

Wu Jingjing's fans are too rambunctious, if something happens to him, he's fine, he's used to being hacked before, fans are a little Buddha, Ji Mingrui is still growing up, not stable.

Ji Mingrui didn't come over, and he knew he couldn't cause trouble, so he ran back to the house, got his phone, and stood at the door to record.

Again, people like Wu Jingjing have to be on guard.

Ji Tingsen picked up a pack of tissues from the pile of sundries around Xiaoyuan, the kind that was half the size of a palm, pulled out a pack the size of a handkerchief, and handed over two.

He squatted to hand it, but he didn't get too close, so as not to frighten the little girl.

Just like that, Xiaoyuan was still frightened, she was hit on the forehead by the slipper thrown by Wu Jingjing just now, as if frightened.

The beating was because of Meng Lanfeng's affairs. To be precise, Meng Lanfeng got along well with Ji Tingsen, and Wu Jingjing was in a bad mood after hearing what she said.

He didn't believe it at first, but he kept asking again and again. After learning that Meng Lanfeng, Ji Tingsen and Ji Mingrui had hot pot together, he became irritable.

Wu Jingjing, who is in a bad mood, likes to toss people. She wants to drink warm water, which is too cold or too hot. She wants to eat grapes. The grape seeds cannot be broken after picking out the grape seeds. ...

She raised her head with tears in her eyes, and found that it was a nice and gentle face, not aggressive, ridiculed or curious, just simply handing over a piece of paper.

Facing such a beautiful face, it seems offensive to cry until your nose is full of tears.

Xiaoyuan couldn't cry anymore, so she couldn't help hiccupping, her face turned red, and she quickly took the paper and covered her face.

I heard a plain and gentle sentence next to my ear: "Get up when you're done crying, the ground is cold,"

This time, tears were about to fall again, but the anger seemed to dissipate. She wiped away her tears and watched secretly, and then looked at it openly again.

It was so blatant, because Ji Tingsen didn't look at her, but just picked up the scattered things around and put them in the bag on the ground, and said: "Go back and wipe it, the floor is dirty."

Madoka ran away with her bag in her arms.

Before leaving, he said "thank you", like a frightened little rabbit.

The door of Wu Jingjing's room opened in an instant, and seeing Ji Tingsen standing at the door, it slammed shut again.

Ji Tingsen frowned, not because of Wu Jingjing's impoliteness, but because of Xiaoyuan's breakdown just now.

He didn't say anything in the end, and led Ji Mingrui who ran to him at some point, and sent him back to the room, and rubbed the child's head twice, telling him not to think too much, and go back to sleep.

After returning to his room, Ji Tingsen called Fu Cong and asked Fu Cong to pay attention to Xiaoyuan's mood. It's not easy for a little girl, so don't let anything happen again.

When Ji Tingsen was on the phone, Wu Jingjing was also in contact with her agent.

Unlike Fu Cong who only took Ji Tingsen as an artist, and was stationed on the set when there was nothing to do, Wu Jingjing's manager is not on the set now, but this does not delay her remote command, such as telling Xiaoyuan to come back obediently, or to get out but not go outside and talk nonsense.

It was not the first time that Wu Jingjing drove away her assistant. The manager felt annoyed but didn't think it was a big deal, so she agreed and comforted Wu Jingjing with a few words.

The next day, the scene was filmed as usual.

Wu Jingjing is considered a big name among female artists, Xiaoyuan is not the only assistant, but Xiaoyuan is probably the most able to bear the painstaking efforts, this one is gone, someone will fill it up immediately.

Ji Tingsen should play against each other, and he didn't ask Wu Jingjing to preach or anything, and he had no position.

It's just that people who don't want to see them will probably not cooperate again in the future.

During the filming break, Fu Cong reported to his own artists: Xiao Yuan left the crew, her eyes are swollen and the size of walnuts, it's pitiful.

He still had a bag of dried sweet potatoes in his hand: "Xiaoyuan gave it to you. She said it was sent by her grandmother in her hometown, and she asked her to give it to the leader. She was not willing to give it to Wu Jingjing. I gave it to you. I hope you like it."

She sighed again for a while: "She's a pretty girl, her two big eyes look weird and beautiful with colored contact lenses, her face is not too big, she's enough to lose weight and become an artist."

It's a pity, it's a pity, Fu Cong didn't mean to sign.

One is that his Guaibao has become more professional recently, and he wants to focus on taking this one, and Xiaoyuan has been Wu Jingjing's assistant after all. It's ulterior motives.

There is always a close relationship between people, and it is his own artist who pays attention, and he only sighs a few words about the pitiful experience of others.

Ji Tingsen held the small bag of dried sweet potatoes: "The company is hiring people recently?"

The initial goal of everyone who came to the entertainment industry was not just to be an assistant. He asked Zhao Yifan to contact Xiaoyuan and give her a chance to go to the company for an interview.

Zhao Yifan's family background is good and popular, and the crew got to know each other within a few days, and it was easy to get in touch with Xiaoyuan.

As for what will happen next, it depends on Madoka herself.

Fu never objected, just sighed: "There are so many poor people in the circle, can you help them?"

Ji Tingsen looked at the distance, maybe at a certain point in the void: "I met it, it's different."

When Gu Xing met Nan Chu back then, if he had stood by and watched, he would probably have felt uneasy when he left in his previous life.

......

A few days later, when it was almost lunch time, suddenly many food trucks drove into the open space of the crew.

There are a lot of meanings. I saw that there were about seven or eight dining cars stopped, and they continued to come in.

This kind of situation is very common but not common. It is common because it happens because someone visits the set. It is not common because the number of dining cars is staggering. Is it necessary to cover the meals of all the crew?

Ji Tingsen heard a lot of people discussing this matter as soon as he left the show.

Zhao Yifan sighed beside him: "Brother Ji, the last production crew Mr. Qin came to visit, it seemed so lively, but this production crew has several times more people, I don't know which local tyrant it is..."

Zhao Yifan automatically silenced the words that followed.

A phantom parked steadily next to the dining car at the very beginning. He had seen the color and license plate number of the phantom before, and it was in the previous crew.

There are also differences. Last time, the man Xiao Xiao Susu got out of the car had a little orange cat in his arms, and he looked like he was bringing his family with him.

Gray-blue eyes flicked around, concentrating on a certain point, and then came over with long legs.

Ji Tingsen watched Qin Zhen approaching: "Why are you here?"

Qin Zhen pushed the little orange cat with its head into his arms and sent it forward: "My son misses you."

Fu Cong: ...cough!

Zhao Yifan: ...cough!

The cast and crew watching around: ...Wow!This is Ji Tingsen's legendary boyfriend. He is tall, fair and handsome. He looks cold, but he still has a cat...

Outside the crowd, Meng Lanfeng, who was about to ask Ji Tingsen to have lunch after the play: "..."

Seeing Meng Xing standing there in a daze, dragging people away, wait for him to wait a little longer, and after two days, he will be able to face him. occupies a position.

Wu Jingjing, who was standing in the distance, sneered and left.

The assistant followed her, and because of Xiaoyuan's lessons learned from others, she didn't dare to vent her anger, but Wu Jingjing asked, "Why didn't you see Ji Mingrui today?"

Assistant: "Ji Mingrui has asked for leave, and there is an announcement to be made, so I asked for three days."

It is common for cast members to ask for leave, and they can't do nothing just to make a movie.

Wu Jingjing snorted disdainfully, asking for leave, since the master is here, she can't hide away.

After walking far away, she went back again, standing at a place not too far away, seeing Ji Tingsen's appearance and demeanor was unbelievable, unexpectedly, the man beside him was not too far behind, even if he hugged a cat, he didn't look very good provoke.

What happens when someone who is not easy to mess with finds out that he is wearing a cuckold?

No, this is too cheap Ji Tingsen.

Wu Jingjing felt that there should be a better way to make herself feel at ease, but she still had to think carefully about how to do it.

Ji Tingsen here, because the costumes are easy to snag, he just stroked the little orange cat twice but didn't dare to hug it.

He and Qin Zhenyueyu haven't seen each other. The last call was not very serious, but there was a feeling of rustiness mixed with embarrassment, a thin layer, not obvious but hard to ignore.

But soon this strangeness was violently ripped apart by Qin Zhen.

First, "Brother Sen, you look so good-looking."

The praise was sincere and direct, and it didn't mean to avoid Fu Cong and Zhao Yifan at all.

Fu Cong: "...!" hurriedly dragged Zhao Yifan away.

Ji Tingsen changed the subject: "...Did you bring the dining car?"

Qin Zhen knew that Ji Tingsen was embarrassed, because his earlobe was red, so he couldn't help saying: "I miss you so much."

The expression is quite soft, but the strength and aggression are not concealed than before, just look at the eyes.

There's no need to hide it. The last phone call made it clear enough that if you like someone, the most direct and instinctive behavior is to get him. Qin Zhen recognizes this and looks forward to it more and more.

Ji Tingsen felt that his ears were burning, so he quickened his pace to the dressing room.

He still has a show in the afternoon, and he doesn't need to take off his headgear, so he usually eats in the dressing room.

There was no one in the dressing room, so Qin Zhen closed the door after he entered.

He put the little orange cat on a swivel chair at the door and locked it with his hands free.

Hearing the click of the door lock, Ji Tingsen, who was going to the bathroom to wash his hands: "..."

Later, he was put on the dressing table by Qin Zhen.

Ji Tingsen is a real man, his weight and height are within the normal range, he is neither frail nor physically handicapped, but Qin Zhen, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, is too tall and fit.

It would be an exaggeration to say that holding a child is an exaggeration, but it took a few seconds to put Ji Tingsen on the table without any effort.

And then trapped the person between the arms.

On the large tabletop, the small light bulbs around the edge of the mirror were inadvertently switched on, and all of them were lit up, giving off a hazy light under the cover of layers of gauze.

Part of the light shone from the side, dyeing Ji Tingsen's fair face a jade color, like an ancient man who traveled through time and space from a mirror.

Qin Zhen didn't know whether it was a fairy or a ghost, but he was already fascinated anyway.

He knows how to be bewitched, and he also enjoys this kind of fascination. His gray-blue eyes are beautiful and deep under the light, and he expresses his inner feelings straightforwardly: "Brother Sen, you are so beautiful."

Qin Zhen's eyes were too tense, Ji Tingsen turned his head and grabbed his finger that was about to touch the corner of his eye: "Don't make trouble."

Qin Zhen: "Can't you?"

Ji Tingsen: "I said it, we are not suitable."

Qin Zhen hummed, as if accepting this sentence, unexpectedly calm: "And then?"

"what?"

He held Ji Tingsen's hand backhand: "Where is it inappropriate? I can change everything except gender."

"What about gender?"

The gray-blue eyes froze for a moment: "Brother Sen, this joke is not funny."

Kittingson said: "It's not a joke."

He felt that he must have lost his head, but Qin Zhen's pressure was too tight, and it was almost impossible to hide. However, if he wanted to tell his most secret things, rebirth, rejection, he couldn't and dared not speak of any of them.

Qin Zhen lowered his eyes for a few seconds, but his breath was still heavy, and then he raised his head: "If you really want to, you are on top." He said.

After a pause, he fought for a little benefit for himself: "Remember what I said on the phone? 'Sleep-you', sincerely, so, can you let me have one too?"

Ji Tingsen was speechless, Qin Zhen's posture was too low, so low that he felt apologetic: "I'm sorry." He said.

The next moment, Qin Zhen laughed: "Liar!"

When he proposed to let himself do it again, the people in front of him didn't show any resistance, only apologetic, which showed that the problem wasn't at all about who was up and who was down.

Ji Tingsen also reacted: This little bastard!

He pushed Qin Zhen away, as if extremely annoyed: "If you can't do it, you can't do it! If you don't like it, you don't like it!"

The waist was grabbed, and the person was carried back. Qin Zhen still had a smile in his eyes: "Then who do you like? No one likes, and you don't like me. Do you want to be a monk?"

Ji Tingsen: "What's wrong with being a monk?"

He shouldn't have such a childish quarrel with Qin Zhen, but the smile in Qin Zhen's eyes is too dazzling.

The eyebrows were slightly raised, and the proud and handsome eyebrows made the facial expression have an indescribable look. Qin Zhen said: "You have me, and you can calm down when you are a monk? I am the best and most suitable for you. There is no other way." one!."

Absolute confidence and arrogance are simply heart-wrenching. Ji Tingsen appreciates this beauty, but still lowers his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Qin Zhen was not angry, but felt pain in his heart.

He didn't know what the gap between the two was, but he felt that there was something hidden in Ji Tingsen's heart. This matter trapped the person he wanted to care about, and even the trapped person was willing to be shackled.

Qin Zhen held Ji Tingsen's face, and the two faced each other, almost to the point of hearing each other's breath.

He asked gently: Brother Sen, what are you afraid of?Tell me, let's figure it out together. "

Qin Zhen at this moment is extremely reliable, Ji Tingsen smiled, he rarely showed such a helpless expression in confusion, and soon the confusion dissipated, like an illusion.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I can't.

He touched Qin Zhen's face, first with his fingertips, and then with his entire palm.

Qin Zhen didn't dare to vent his anger, like a criminal waiting to be sentenced.

Just touched, Ji Tingsen withdrew his hand, his usual gentle eyes turned cold: "Look——I don't have feelings for you."

Such a good Qin Zhen, with such a determination to move forward, shouldn't be ruined in his hands.

Most of the world is full of joy and hope at the beginning, but some things, if the hopelessness and embarrassment at the end can be expected, should not take root at the beginning.

Qin Zhen took a deep breath to calm down his cramped emotions.

What exactly is it? He has thought about countless possibilities, checked Ji Tingsen's medical report, and investigated his life experience in the past 26 years. There is no doubt that can explain the current resistance and alienation.

Except for a certain unbelievable conjecture, but that kind of conjecture does not seem to have much to do with not being able to fall in love.

They are all adults, and they are still the outstanding group of adults. Although it is the first time to like someone, Qin Zhen is not like a young man who has just fallen in love.

It's not an attitude to solve a problem, and it's not an attitude to love someone.

He calmed down very quickly, and finally touched the corners of the eyes of the person who was indifferent to him: "It's so good-looking when it's fierce, it's really terrible."

The atmosphere suddenly changed from tense to loose.

Ji Tingsen has a headache, Qin Zhen is really too difficult.

He heard Qin Zhen's voice, as light as a feather, with a smile and anticipation, as if the dispute just now had never happened: "Brother Sen, take your time with the relationship, I can catch up, but I think I should put it away." some interest."

"what?"

"You said that I am the first person you like, and I will also be the last one. Have I agreed to this?" Qin Zhen said slowly, like the most patient hunter: "Show off me, but you have to pay for it." costly."

He heard this sentence from Wen Renfei's mouth. Although he knew it was false, he still turned it out of his mind countless times to taste it like a treasure.

until now.

Ji Tingsen: "..."

It's been a long time since I have had such big mood swings, there are too many anger, helplessness, and embarrassment.

As if giving up resistance, he finally pinched the bridge of his nose without concealing it. This is a gesture to show fatigue, and it is almost equivalent to showing weakness to someone who wants to be strong.

He asked, "Then what do you want?"

Qin Zhen raised his hand, touched the frowned eyebrows of the person in front of him with his fingertips, and rubbed: "Kiss, okay? Let's take it easy, you reject me slowly, eight hundred times a day is fine, just kiss, Let me be sweet once in a while."

As if he was afraid of being rejected, he emphasized like an oath: "It's just a kiss, not mess-touch."

Ji Tingsen was a little hesitant because the last three words were mistyped and prescribe the right medicine.

One way to treat psychological problems is desensitization. He resists being approached by others, but Qin Zhen seems to be a little different.

There was a short hesitation, but for an IQ person like Qin Zhen, it was enough to judge whether it was yes or no.

He squeezed and held the back of Ji Tingsen's neck, propped up the edge of the table with one hand, leaned over and lowered his head.

Ji Tingsen only felt that cold and silent breath covering his head, so strong that it was irresistible, but the force on his lips was warm-hot and soft-soft, light and gentle.

His spine stiffened, and he unconsciously clenched his hands on the table, but he didn't hide.

Highly sober fear, irresistible trance, everything is messed up, breath-breath-intertwine-entanglement is gradually hot-hot and deep-penetrating, as if it is going to be endless...