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

When the door was knocked, Ji Tingsen was writing.

□□I am used to writing when I am not in a good mood, copying whatever I have at hand, scripts, books, newspapers...until I calm down.

The knock on the door was actually an interruption.

The barely lingering emotions suddenly collapsed, and the pen in his hand was uncontrollably thrown away.

When the pen was about to roll off the table, he picked it up again.

Sighing, he has no appetite at night, it should be Fu Cong who came to persuade him to eat something again.

Good intentions, how can it be for my own sake...

Losing your temper won't solve the problem.

Walking to the door, his cold face softened because he didn't have the slightest smile, and he opened the door.

There was no abnormality in his face, but his eyes were still cold, until he saw the person standing outside the door.

Amazement mixed with involuntary joy: "Why are you here?"

With a faint smile in his gray-blue eyes, Qin Zhen put his right hand on the door frame: "I miss you, come and see."

His suit was unbuttoned, and his white shirt stretched out his muscular contours because of the movements of his arms, refreshing and full of strength.

Ji Tingsen let the door open.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Qin Zhen looked at him with something very soft in his eyes.

I wanted to take a closer look, but it was gone.

After entering the room, the difference in the attire of the two people came out.

Ji Tingsen is wearing thin pajamas, while Qin Zhen is wearing a shirt and suit, the latter looks hot.

Ji Tingsen originally wanted to say that he should take off his clothes, but he was afraid that Qin Zhen would let him go if he caught a word, so he just asked implicitly, "Is it hot if you wear so many clothes?"

Qin Zhen sat on the sofa with a calm expression: "It's not hot, I've talked about a business here—Brother Sen, I'm thirsty."

To be honest, it was just this morning.

Originally, he planned to come to the set after discussing the business, but who knew that Will and Ji Tingsen would meet at the right time, otherwise, they would not have been able to go so fast if they were in the hotel before.

When Ji Tingsen came over with water, he squeezed the body of the bottle: "It won't work, help me."

Ji Tingsen: "Tired?"

He didn't ask about business matters, but seeing that there was indeed a look of tiredness between Qin Zhen's brows and eyes, he unscrewed the cap of the pure water bottle, closed it and handed it over.

The thumb of his right hand pushed off the bottle cap, and Qin Zhen drank half of the bottle of water in one go.

Finally, he put the water bottle on the table and patted the sofa: "Come here, sit with me for a while."

All the time, the right arm was moving, and the left arm didn't move at all.

Seeing that Ji Tingsen was sitting opposite him, he wasn't angry, but rather eager to try: "Brother Sen, I'll go if you don't come, but I'll go, we have to talk in bed, you're implying me... .?"

Ji Tingsen: "..."

According to Qin Zhen's misdeeds in the past, he knew that this person could really do it.

Originally, he didn't really want to get close to Qin Zhen, because when he saw Will in the afternoon, his mind was in a state of confusion, not because he was at a loss, but because he was exhausted, and that kind of exhaustion was spiritual.

It's something that Qin Zhen doesn't want Qin Zhen to perceive.

After thinking about it, I finally sat down.

It wasn't because of Qin Zhen's threat, he didn't want to, it was useless for Qin Zhen to threaten again.

He thought, probably because he also wanted to breathe in the other party's cold breath, not to fight against the backlash, which would weaken with his fame as an artist, so it was not invincible.

I still remember what Will said, maybe being close to the least repulsive person is good for healing.

Ji Tingsen didn't want to bring his own pressure to Qin Zhen, but he quietly... just leaned on him quietly, like a sick person taking soothing medicine, it should be fine.

As for how much of it was an instinctive desire, he couldn't tell, and he didn't even realize it.

I have never been so hesitant, and there is a vague expectation in the hesitation.

When he fully recovered, he was already sitting next to Qin Zhen, and Qin Zhen's head was tilted on his lap like countless times before, and he was almost snoring like Xiao Jiu.

Qin Zhen was lying on his side, trying not to press his left arm, but the pain still made his face turn slightly pale.

He could still bear the pain, and looked up at Ji Tingsen: "Brother Sen, people say that a little farewell is better than a newlywed, we haven't seen each other for more than half a month, right? That's how you let me get married?"

It's nineteen days, Ji Tingsen said in his heart.

Downcast eyes: "You're talking nonsense again."

Qin Zhen: "So calm, then I have to suspect that you abused me. It's fine if you don't welcome me like an ordinary guest, and don't ask if you are thirsty or hungry. You despise me!"

Ji Tingsen: ...This kid came to find fault.

He just said, "Welcome now, what do you want?"

Qin Zhen: "I haven't had dinner yet, and you didn't notice it after being hungry and thin?"

While talking, he also moved his body left and right, showing how "starved and skinny" he was, and his childish behavior didn't match his expensive attire at all.

In fact, he ran into Fu Cong when he went upstairs, and after asking, he knew that Ji Tingsen hadn't eaten.

Three minutes later, Qin Zhen ordered takeaway with Ji Tingsen's mobile phone.

His mobile phone does not have a takeaway app.

Of course, to avoid unnecessary trouble, the takeaway address is filled in Fu Cong's room.

He didn't ask Ji Tingsen what he wanted to eat. Qin Zhen had mastered this compulsory subject 800 years ago. He ordered food very quickly. When he only wrote a small request in the remarks column, his phone almost fell on his face.

Putting down the phone, Qin Zhen put his arms around Ji Tingsen's waist.

It is very inconvenient to move left and right in a well-fitting suit, Ji Tingsen patted him on the shoulder: "Take off the suit."

Qin Zhen didn't move: "No, I'm leaving in a while, so I can get out of trouble."

He said as if nothing had happened, and did not look at Ji Tingsen, but his ears were pricked up.

a while...going?

A cloud of uncertainty quickly appeared in his heart. In the past, Qin Zhen would stay for a few days when he came here. He originally thought...

Ji Tingsen controlled the smoothness of his voice: "Busy?"

Qin Zhen said "hmm": "I have to see someone later—anyway, you don't welcome me..."

The voice in the second half of the sentence is very low, and there is a kind of grievance like a mist, like an illusion.

His heart trembled, but Ji Tingsen didn't speak.

do not know what to say.

He had a hundred thoughts of pampering and pampering Qin Zhen, but he didn't dare to implement any of them, he had never been so timid before.

Wait a minute.

The two of them skipped the topic at the same time.

Qin Zhen is usually a concise and to the point person, and he rarely talks long-windedly when doing things, but in front of Ji Tingsen, he talks a lot, and he can bring up anything he wants.

Just chatting with each other one after another, time flies by quickly.

When the takeaway came, Qin Zhen got up to pick it up.

Ji Tingsen did not give in, and teased him: "How can I let the guests do these rough jobs, I will do it."

Qin Zhen didn't insist.

When Ji Tingsen went to the door, the palm of his right hand was wrapped around his left arm, as if he wanted to touch it but dared not.

His timing was good.

When Ji Tingsen opened the door, he turned his head and saw it.

Fu Cong came to deliver the food, knew that Qin Zhen was there, and didn't enter the room, for fear that he would become a big stick to beat the mandarin ducks, so he took the food and left with Ji Tingsen.

Ji Tingsen came in with a takeaway: "What's wrong with your arm?"

Qin Zhen moved his shoulders a bit: "It's nothing, it's numb just now, it will be fine after a while."

That's what I said, but when I was eating, I lost my chopsticks and dropped them on the table.

Qin Zhen's situation is a bit special, he was born left-handed, and it was not convenient for him to do anything after he went to school, such as writing... so he changed it.

I write and read with my right hand, but I still retain some childhood habits, such as holding chopsticks and learning to cook later, holding a kitchen knife is also left-handed.

Ji Tingsen asked: "It's still numb, rub it?"

As he was talking, he had already stood up to Qin Zhen's left hand, and just as he was about to stretch out his hand, Qin Zhen dodged it: "It's nothing serious, just accidentally, you can eat, in fact, I don't have much appetite... I watch you eat."

As he spoke, he picked up the spoon in his right hand.

If it were someone else, Qin Zhen's behavior must have been hidden, but Ji Tingsen was extremely smart and careful.

Of course, Qin Zhen also knew Ji Tingsen's cleverness, so he worked so hard to cover it up.

It's too bad if it's fake.

Ji Tingsen's expression turned serious: "Qin Zhen."

He usually calls Qin Zhen by his name, and he is helpless, tolerant, and even repulsive, and there are seldom times when he is under such real pressure.

Qin Zhen looked back innocently, and wanted to touch Ji Tingsen's face.

The wrist was caught, and it was clasped a little tighter at a certain moment.

This kind of semi-containment method usually happens between Qin Zhen and Ji Tingsen, but now it's completely reversed.

When Ji Tingsen had a cold face, he was not as fierce as Qin Zhen, but with a kind of solemn force, which was no worse than when Qin Zhen was angry.

He held Qin Zhen's right hand and pulled him up: "Take off your clothes!"

He refused to take off his suit, he had to unscrew the bottle cap, his phone almost fell on his face, and now he couldn't hold his chopsticks steadily. Before that, Ji Tingsen only thought that Qin Zhen was deliberately frizzy in front of him to attract attention.

As it turns out, no.

Qin Zhen was dying: "Brother Sen, I'm really fine."

In fact, it was just a verbal struggle, he couldn't do anything to refuse Ji Tingsen, for example, the other party now unbuttoned his suit with a gesture that could not be refused.

Things that were unimaginable in dreams just happened.

Then, Ji Tingsen's movements became lighter.

The white shirt looks good, especially for someone like Qin Zhen who wants to look good and have a good figure.

But on the left arm near the shoulder, there are sporadic blood stains on the white cloth.

To breathe is to suffocate.

Not knowing what was going on, Ji Tingsen didn't dare to touch it, his fingers touched the bloodstains through the air: "Explain!"

Like skipping class and being caught by the dean, Qin Zhen whispered, "I'm fine."

However, under the unsmiling stare of the person in front of him, his Adam's apple couldn't help sliding up and down, and finally confessed: "It's just... when you see a client... the lamp on the top falls, then It was metal and it hit the arm...don't worry, I've been to the hospital, it's just a skin trauma, I didn't even need a bandage."

The ability to tell nonsense developed in the mall, a string of words are true to the truth, there is no obstacle at all.

He also raised his right hand and rubbed Ji Tingsen's creased brows with the pad of his thumb: "I have thick skin, this kind of injury... just because I'm afraid you will take care of it, just take care of it for a few days and it will be fine."

Ji Tingsen couldn't rest assured that he took off Qin Zhen's shirt.

It was not easy to take off the arm, so I simply found the place where the suture was and tore it apart forcefully, and it didn't pull Qin Zhen's injured part at all.

Qin Zhen listened to the tearing of the fabric, and felt a chill on the back of his neck: Looking at a gentle man with such strong hands...

Ji Tingsen's attention was on Qin Zhen's arm.

Indeed, there was no need for a bandage. There were only blood spots on the arm but no obvious cuts. However, the bruises on the palm of the hand were hideous and bloody under the skin, which was shocking.

"You..." He was so angry that he couldn't speak, it wasn't all anger, but also fear.

It's like that on the arm... What about the head?

Qin Zhen whispered, as if to comfort him: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt much, really." He was also a little annoyed: "I wanted to leave after seeing you, and let Dianzhuo apply it to me later... ..."

He tentatively hugged Ji Tingsen in his arms, and leaned close to the other's ear: "Actually, it's more about fear than pain. If it hits a little more... I thought it didn't matter before. The only regret is that it still hurts." I didn't find it...but now there is another layer, Brother Sen, I can't bear you, I'm very jealous, thinking that after I'm gone, you might want to be with someone else...you only want me , okay? Like you, if you meet someone with a conscience, they will treat you well, and if you meet someone who only covets your face... no, I'll live or die. Bullying, you have to come back to life..."

Ji Tingsen couldn't hear the word "death" and reprimanded him: "Nonsense!"

The voice of the person with his head on his shoulder was even lower, almost breathless: "I'm already like this, and you are still so fierce... Forget it, it's okay to be fierce, anyway, it's just me. !"

Ji Tingsen was speechless, but he didn't push Qin Zhen away either.

He was really scared, afraid that before he said something, he would never have another chance... Judging from the wound on Qin Zhen's arm, the force of the thing that fell was really heavy.

Finally just ask: "Are you okay? Let's go to the hospital..."

Qin Zhen: "It's really okay. I took a picture and didn't hurt my bones. I'm more nervous than you. I want to hug you in the future. How can I do it with one hand."

He raised his head and looked at Ji Tingsen's face: "You're worried about me, aren't you? To be honest, my arm really hurts, can you stop it for me?"

Ji Tingsen: "Fu Cong should have painkillers, I'll go..."

The latter words were blocked.

When Qin Zhen kissed, he was so strong that he could not refuse before. He seemed to let nature take its course, and even his injured left arm was still drooping beside him, and he said vaguely: "It hurts so much, it seems that there are many steel needles in it. Tie...Holding you, I can take it easy, kissing you, forgetting about the pain..."

Ji Tingsen's room is not very big, but it is not small either.

Somehow, his back was against the wall.

This is not the first time he has been with Qin Zhen...but many times before, his eyes would not be completely closed, and he would keep himself somewhat awake. I can't help but look up, which means accommodating.

Even when the mouth was swept away, the tip of the tongue couldn't help but hook it back in accordance with the owner's wishes.

Just this time, it was like throwing sparks into a pile of paper.

When he stopped again, Qin Zhen's ...... pained him in a certain place. He didn't realize what it was, and touched it. The next moment he realized, his voice was trembling. : "Qin Town!"

Only then did I realize that the temperatures on both of their bodies were frighteningly high.

Especially Qin Zhen, whose clothes on his upper body have long been oppressed and seduced by his ... strong, scorching-hot adult male-female chest.

It's so dangerous that it's frightening.

Qin Zhen kissed away the wetness on the lips of the person in front of him: "Brother Sen, I'm here."

Even though it was very uncomfortable, he didn't force him. He took a step back obediently to reduce his sense of threat, and observed Ji Tingsen's expression calmly: annoyed, frightened, dazed...

In less than a second, those trances and fears were gone, only the chagrin that hadn't been fully armed in the future.

The neck is slightly bent, and the broad-broad back-ridge is smooth and beautiful. Qin Zhen asked warmly, "Brother Sen, what's wrong with you?"

I didn't ask what I was afraid of, I was afraid of arousing the rejection and avoidance of the other party, but my heart still felt a sudden soreness.

The person he puts on top of his heart has really suffered a lot of grievances where he can't see it.

It hurts and hates...what the hell happened in the past?

Ji Tingsen took two steps back: "Your injury...I'll go find Fu Cong."

My heart is full of regret, how could he...

The shoulder-head was held, instead of muttering and shouting about the pain as before, Qin Zhen's voice was steady and wide: "Brother Sen, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back... Let's take it easy, I Don't force you, don't be afraid."

Ji Tingsen was not used to being close without taking advantage of the situation, but he was more relieved.

To say more is pressure. Qin Zhen is well versed in the way of relaxation, and after talking with Will, he is even more comfortable. He changed the subject and said, "Brother Sen, I'm hungry."

It's been less than 10 minutes since I ate just now.

The food was still warm, so Ji Tingsen didn't let Qin Zhen use his chopsticks again, and said, "I knew I should have rice." After that, except for the soup, he fed the noodles and vegetables.

Fortunately, Qin Zhen is not a child, but he is easy to raise.

Someone fed him, and Qin Zhen was full.

Later, I took painkillers, and the wound on my arm was treated with cold compresses, and I was completely at ease.

After the person was settled, Ji Tingsen heaved a sigh of relief.

The only helpless thing is that Qin Zhen doesn't wear clothes.

The shirt was broken, the trousers were taken off, and the long hands and long feet were leaning against the head of the bed with bright abdominal muscles and long legs.

It was said that my arm hurts when I want to put on clothes, and I don't want to move.

Ji Tingsen simply didn't ask him, mainly because of the injury on his arm... just let him go.

He had some mild obsessive-compulsive disorder. Before going to bed, he cleaned up the things on the table and read the seven or eight pages he had copied. The depression he had not long ago seemed like an illusion.

It's really strange, Mingming Qin Zhen is also a cold and quiet person in front of outsiders, but as soon as he appears, it seems that all bad emotions are washed away by the enthusiasm he brings.

Before falling asleep, Qin Zhen sat cross-legged on the bed: "Brother Sen, that... I'll go out for a while."

Ji Tingsen is very wary of Qin Zhen's anomaly now, if he hadn't asked a little more before, this man would have left with his arm wound.

The light-colored eyes are as sharp as thin ice: "Yes, I will go with you."

With deep love and deep responsibility, Qin Zhen couldn't help but utter these words in his head.

He was happy in his heart, but hesitant on his face: "I think of myself..."

Ji Tingsen: "To be honest, what are you going to do?"

Qin Zhen: "I want...to take a bath. Although Dian Zhuo has rough hands, but...two hours, I'll be back in two hours."

He looked like he didn't dare to bother Ji Tingsen at all, because he was sitting facing Ji Tingsen, the wound on his left arm was so embarrassingly exposed, the skin was swollen and stretched as if it would break if he poked it.