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

Ji Tingsen and Fu Cong hung up the phone after chatting, and sat quietly in the study for a while.

It wasn't a long time, but a not-so-small decision was made.

down the stairs,

In the living room, the little orange cat was wandering around with a little puppet mouse in its mouth. It loosened its mouth and threw the little mouse aside, ran over and meowed twice at his feet.

This little thing seldom barks, but once in a while it is considered very enthusiastic.

Ji Tingsen picked it up, with lines of laughter in his eyes: "Go - find your father!"

Having said that, I couldn't help shaking my head and laughing.

Most of these words were said by Qin Zhen. He never... and I don't know when...

When Qin Zhen came over, he saw such a scene.

The man was hugging the cat, with downcast eyebrows and an indescribable gentleness.

The footsteps paused, restraining the urge to stride forward, and the voice was very soft, slow and low: "Brother Sen."

While speaking, he stretched out his hand, and naturally took the little chubby orange whose belly was so soft and fat that it would cover his claws while squatting, and squeezed the cat's pads: "It's time to cut the claws, what should I do if I scratch you?"

Touching the cat's paw, he pinched the back of the cat's neck in a vague way: "Bad thing!"Run into the arms again!

Ji Tingsen glanced at Qin Zhen's movement of pinching the cat's paw, and agreed: "Then cut it."

In less than 10 minutes, the chubby orange who had cut his claws refused Qin Zhen's touch, kicked his hind paws, jumped off the sofa and ran away.

Qin Zhen patted the wrinkled marks on his trousers, and collapsed on the sofa.

This paralysis is not normal, it is indeed a lazy posture when viewed from the side, but it does not tilt towards Ji Tingsen.

In the past, what he loved most was to rest his head on Ji Tingsen's shoulder or lap. There were too many things in his mind, and it was rare to relax.

But one thing is still the same as before, grabbing Ji Tingsen's wrist.

Like a beast hiding a treasure it loves.

Ji Tingsen held Qin Zhen's hand instead: "Tired? Go lie down for a while?"

Today is Sunday, and Qin Zhen doesn't have to go to work in the company, but as long as Qin Shi is there, there are so many mouths to eat behind him as the helmsman, and he can't always be free.

Since you can't be free, you must be tired.

Qin Zhen shook his head, and glanced at the chandelier on the ceiling, his spirit seemed to be so suppressed, there was a kind of exhaustion that seemed to be absent: "I'm not tired."

Who can believe this?

Ji Tingsen squeezed Qin Zhen's arm and comforted him: "What's wrong?"

Unable to restrain himself, Qin Zhen swayed in Ji Tingsen's direction: "It's nothing—Brother Sen, are we compatible?"

Ji Tingsen: "Of course."

Qin Zhen: "Really?"

After asking this question, Ji Tingsen knew why Qin Zhen was not in a good mood.

No answer.

Turning to the question: Turning to asking: "Where is our marriage certificate?"

It's easy to say comforting words, but he wants to use another way, the kind that is upright and firm and reliable.

With a stiff back, Qin Zhen sat up abruptly, staring at Ji Tingsen closely: "What?"

What are you looking for for a marriage certificate?

Is it still unacceptable to be with him...so...is he pushing too hard?

That thing has been packed since he thought about Ji Tingsen.

Rejoicing and fearful at the same time, he calmed down and thought for a few seconds seriously: "Isn't this a move, maybe it's in the previous house, or the old house, I'll ask later—Brother Sen, look for a marriage certificate. ...?"

Never try to find it!

Qin Zhen had tried his best to be as calm as possible, but in front of a person who made him completely let go of his defenses and who was not inferior to him in intelligence, it was obvious that some subtle emotions could hardly escape being caught.

Ji Tingsen didn't expect Qin Zhen to be startled by a single sentence, and explained: "I want many people to witness our love and marriage. A marriage certificate is the best way. What do you think? If you don't like it, I can... ...."

"See... What are you witnessing?" Qin Zhen turned around at once, and faced Ji Tingsen face to face, scrutinizing his expression carefully, as if to confirm that he was not hallucinating.

"Our love, and marriage." Ji Tingsen said.

I thought it was a natural thing, but Qin Zhen's joy really shocked him.

Ji Tingsen inevitably felt apologetic, it turned out that what he had given Qin Zhen was far from enough.

He leaned closer and kissed the corner of Qin Zhen's lips: "I like you, I love you, I want to grow old with you, and I want everyone to know that you are mine, and I am yours, is that clear? Mr. Qin , Qin Zhen, Qin...husband?"

As for the most direct original intention of doing this is to save the other party from all kinds of bad speculation on the Internet, there is no need to say it now.

Later, Ji Tingsen was dragged by Qin Zhen to the next door and upstairs.

Then he watched Qin Zhen find two red books among a pile of immeasurably valuable documents from the safe in the study, and explained without distraction: "I remembered, so it's really here."

Ji Tingsen: "..."

Without revealing, just nodded: "It's good to be here."

The two stood in front of the safe, facing each other as they opened the marriage certificate, their expressions froze for a moment.

For the two people in the marriage certificate, Qin Zhen was cold and stern, while "Ji Tingsen" next to him was shivering with joy of winning a big prize, which was awkward no matter how you looked at it.

Joy, really not.

Looking at each other, Qin Zhen took the lead and said, "Brother Sen, I used to look really ugly, how about making another one?"

All the previous signs have shown a certain result. For example, the person in front of him is completely different from the one before. But Ji Tingsen didn't say anything, and he worked hard to find and protect it like a treasure from heaven, but he didn't dare to ask.

Of course Ji Tingsen agreed.

He smiled and said softly, "Okay."

In fact, there was still a kind of strange trance. After all, the moment I saw the wedding photo just now, I knew that the person next to Qin Zhen was not him, and I felt a subtle discomfort in my heart.

Probably, jealousy?

The next day, the two reissued a new one on the grounds that their marriage certificate was lost.

An hour after reissuing the marriage certificate, Ji Tingsen posted on Weibo.

The wedding photo blurred the basic information. There are two people in the photo, one is elegant and the other is handsome. They are a perfect match.

Accompanying text: Hold your hand and grow old together.

Then, Weibo was paralyzed.

Of course, Qin Zhen is not unprepared here.

He is in complete control of the entire Qin family, and it is enough to turn all kinds of guesses into blessings and envy if only a part of the assets are exposed on the bright side and a few rumors are revealed.

Qin Zhen and Ji Tingsen did not pay any more attention to the follow-up of this incident.

They are not people with quick minds. They have a plan for what they should be busy with, and let it go if they are guided by false comments.

On the night after posting on Weibo, Qin Zhen went to bed early.

The one who was ready to go to bed was tidied from head to toe. He also took out a pair of new pajamas and put on one of them by himself, while the other one was placed on the bed next to him, waiting for another person to use it.

After returning to the bedroom, Ji Tingsen: "..."

In fact, I had some premonition in my heart, some funny, but also very moving, and more of it was mixed with a little uneasy love.

He remained silent, but Qin Zhen couldn't help but speak first: "Brother Sen, the new marriage certificate is well photographed, congratulations?"

Ji Tingsen: "Celebration?"

Qin Zhen, who was leaning against the head of the bed, sat up, feeling weak and looking forward to it: "I want to celebrate, give it a try?"

The two of them knew what to try.

Ji Tingsen lowered his eyes and thought for a while: "Okay."

I took my pajamas and went to the bathroom.

An hour later, Qin Zhen turned on the bedside lamp.

His pajamas had been thrown out of the bed long ago, and Ji Tingsen was still wearing pajama pants, so the pajamas had been picked up somewhere.

Ji Tingsen closed his eyes, clutching the quilt with one hand, and Qin Zhen's wrist with the other, with sweat dripping from the tip of his nose: "I'm sorry."

He still can't...

Some parts of Qin Town were so excited that they couldn't help themselves, the veins on the forehead were tense, and their breathing was unstable, but they were obviously proud and not disappointed: "I'm sorry? Brother Sen, you are much better than last time, give me a hug again, Or let go, I have to go... If you look like this, I won't be able to bear it anymore..."

Ji Tingsen let go: "You go."

Qin Zhen was excited, but it wasn't that he couldn't bear it for a few minutes.

In fact, he wanted to spend more time with Ji Tingsen, but knowing that what he needs now is a quiet environment, he got out of bed neatly.

After getting out of bed, another sentence came from the person behind: "Don't go."

Qin Zhen turned his head: "..."

The man with damp eyes in amber sat up, his voice was a little trembling, but his tone was steady: "Come back."

come back what?

Qin Zhen didn't know, but obediently moved over: "Brother Sen? Do you want some water?"

Ji Tingsen was silent for a few seconds: "You turn off the light."

Qin Zhen reached out and turned off the light.

Then, in the darkness, he couldn't help but tilted his neck, and grunted in his throat. He didn't know what it was, but it was probably a mixture of surprise and joy.

In the silence, just to touch, Ji Tingsen's palm felt like it was going to burn. He took a breath and sighed, "I'll help you."

He wants to give what he can.

As for the future, there will be more in the future.

Only, probably slower.

The next day, Qin Zhen went to work half an hour late.

It was a rare thing, in order to wait for the sleepy Sleeping Beauty who was tossed by him to wake up, and then get a good morning kiss.

After that, getting up together and eating breakfast are all things we are used to.

Ji Tingsen watched Qin Zhen leave, and then went to read the script.

After reading a few pages, a phone call came in, it was Feng Yingkai.

Ji Tingsen picked it up, and the voice of the person opposite was a little hoarse, as if tired and inexplicably tense: "Tingsen, let's meet."

The author has something to say: Well, there is a high probability that there will be no update tomorrow, and the night shift...