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

When the company saw the hot search, Qin Zhen's first reaction was astonishment.

His face was quickly blackened, because this picture appeared on the public platform.

He knew that "Ask the Immortal" was very popular, but he really didn't have time to follow the drama. After clearing the obstacles in the broadcast of this drama in the early stage, he didn't pay special attention to it.

Only now did I realize what a terrible thing I had missed.

There is a meeting in 10 minutes.

Qin Zhen pushed back directly for 10 minutes, and accurately searched for the part where the master played by Ji Tingsen took off his clothes to heal his wounds, and watched it several times with a sullen face.

Overall, sour cheeks hurt.

Now, the reason is clear,

The ups and downs of his chest are bigger than before, his eyes keep looking sideways, and he doesn't speak, waiting for someone to express his opinion.

Ji Tingsen didn't feel wronged, it was just filming.

He leaned to the side again, with a smile: "It's so sour, have you soaked it in a vinegar jar?"

Qin Zhen didn't want such a statement.

But what could be angry with those soft, loving amber eyes?

Such a big person, can he not know that he is actually making trouble for no reason?

But to get to the bottom of the unreasonable trouble, I just want someone to heal this trouble.

In the beginning, I was really jealous, but also really angry.

Now......

Anyway, anyway, he already has a way to fish himself out of the vinegar vat.

Thinking of this, Qin Zhen took the time to touch Ji Tingsen's face, to be precise, he pressed his thumb on the corner of the person's lips in a moderate way: "Brother Sen, I'm so sour, I didn't even eat a few mouthfuls of dinner, and I'm still so sore." Hungry, you figure it out."

Ji Tingsen said yes.

When he got home, Ji Tingsen started cooking.

All kinds of ingredients are ready-made. According to Qin Zhen's request, I only made a bowl of noodle soup, and then made two light side dishes.

When someone has finished eating, ask, "Are you full?"

Obviously the dining room is not small, but the man who was sitting next to him, said very concisely: "No."

Ji Tingsen stood up: "I'll go to Sheng..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Zhen grabbed his arm and yanked him, falling onto him.

The culprit pushed the bowls and chopsticks in front of him with his other hand, so as not to overturn them accidentally, and then carried Ji Tingsen upstairs on his shoulder like a bandit descending the mountain: "I still need a meal of fairy meat!"

Ji Tingsen hung in the air violently, and couldn't help breaking out in a thin sweat.

Pat Qin Zhen's tense back: "Put me down, it hurts..."

This way of carrying the sack, the hip-bone diaphragm on the side of Qin Zhen's shoulder hurts.

In a second of effort, the sack turned into a princess hug.

When Ji Tingsen was placed at the end of the bed, he still felt a slight sense of dizziness caused by weightlessness.

The corner of his lips was kissed heavily, and he was a little anxious, like a glutton who forgot to bring his bowl and chopsticks in front of him: "Brother Sen, wait for me!"

After finishing speaking, he went out like a whirlwind and went downstairs.

A few minutes later, Qin Zhen came back with a bag the size of a laptop in his hand.

At this moment, he was not as aggressive as before, he held the bottom of the bag in one hand and sent it forward, his usual cold eyes showed a layer of impatience: "Brother Sen, try?"

Inside the bag is a slightly smaller box.

Ji Tingsen took out the box, put it on his lap, and opened it.

Inside the box is a piece of clothing, to be more precise, a piece of clothing, made of silk, white and soft, it looks like a handful of snow.

He is very familiar with this thing. When filming "Ask the Immortal", he wore this kind of thing under the costume outside.

The hot search picture I saw in the car when I got home, the one where he took off his outer clothes when he was "healing" and half-faded to reveal one shoulder, was almost the same as the one in front of him.

This is really...

With his fingertips hooking the collar of the snow-white and light clothes, he lifted them up, and pulled aside boxes, bags and other sundries. Qin Zhen lowered his eyes and moved closer, and the two almost breathed each other: "Brother Sen, do you like it?"

Ji Tingsen: "..."

Probably guessing someone's mind, there is no way to answer this question.

Qin Zhen didn't care about these things, and asked himself: "I like it very much. If you wear it for so many people to see, show it to me too, okay? Brother Sen, do you think it's too bad for me to see it alone? "

A rather tall man was now propped on the edge of the bed with one hand, his back arched, like a beast about to tear its prey, or like a big dog begging for mercy from its master.

It's so rare, Ji Tingsen couldn't help thinking.

But then some memories flooded out, rare and at the same time a little scary: now he looks so good, but once...too fierce and too out of control, it would be like swallowing him alive.

But if you really refuse, there is still some reluctance.

Ji Tingsen finally agreed and agreed, and only changed his clothes after pushing Qin Zhen out of the bedroom.

Qin Zhen pressed the door panel and sent a sound transmission: "Brother Sen, wearing this is enough, I like you like this."

Ji Tingsen: "..."

There was only one jacket, which he couldn't wear out, so he added a pair of pajama pants.

Later, it turns out that wearing pajama pants is useless.

The next day, Ji Tingsen woke up early.

I moved slightly, my waist hurts, and the roots of my legs are also hot-hot-hot.

Turning his eyes slightly, he saw Qin Zhen who was lying on his side facing him, with a wing shadow hanging from his eyelashes, sleeping satiated and securely.

The lip lines unknowingly stretched out, and then straightened because of the wound.

little bastard!

He said something silently, tried his best to restrain all kinds of indescribable pain, and got out of bed lightly.

After only moving for a few seconds, Ji Tingsen fell back again with an irresistible force from his waist.

Qin Zhen leaned over and kissed the little mole on Ji Tingsen's collarbone like a habit: "Brother Sen, good morning!"

Ji Tingsen gasped: "Don't mess-touch! Leg... hurts..."

Qin Zhen wanted to lift the quilt: "It still hurts? I'll take some medicine later...It must have been worn for too long..."

Ji Tingsen: "..."

My ears were so hot that they were about to melt. I thought I was still working my hands like before, but I didn't expect this little bastard to catalyze the heart and heart when he begged, but he moved like a hungry wolf.

Fortunately, there is nothing important today, even if you don't go out.

Looking at the back of Qin Zhen getting out of bed to find medicine, Ji Tingsen thought happily.

When applying the medicine, Qin Zhen was honest.

To be honest, it's the hands, accompanied by a guilty conscience. Last night, they looked a little torn. The skin was fine, but everything else was fine. Today...why are there bruises and bruises everywhere.

I was timid in my heart, but my mouth was dishonest: "Brother Sen, how was last night?"

Ji Tingsen: "...not good."

Qin Zhen grumbled aggrievedly: "I think it's good, obviously you told me to hurry up... I'll take it easy next time..."

Covering someone's chattering mouth with his palm, Ji Tingsen had no choice but to say, "I told you to finish soon...Okay, you're going to be late for work..."

Qin Zhen: "...Employ people forward, don't use others backward, Brother Sen, you don't love me anymore..."

Ji Tingsen didn't sleep until late last night. He was already exhausted by the torment, and now he was even more dizzy after being nagged about. He waved his hands perfunctorily: "I don't love, I don't love, I will love again tomorrow."

Qin Zhen could also tell that Ji Tingsen was tired. After quickly taking the medicine, he stuffed him under the bed and went back to sleep.

After a while, he went downstairs to serve a bowl of porridge.

When Ji Tingsen finished eating, he went down with an empty plate, ate some whole, and went upstairs again.

He got into bed, hugged Ji Tingsen contentedly and closed his eyes.

Half asleep and half awake, Ji Tingsen leaned into his arms: "Aren't you going to work?"

Qin Zhen: "Oh, the boss will give me a day off today to accompany my wife!"

Ji Tingsen lowered his eyelids, and instinctively reached out to touch Qin Zhen's face: "Well, then sleep a little longer."

Qin Zhen is a person who will never let go of a piece of land he has occupied.

In the following days, Ji Tingsen freed his hands, but was given more tiring work.

At first, he was nervous and tired, but later he got used to it, and gradually, he was able to respond proactively, but when Qin Zhen came over occasionally with sweat dripping from his forehead, and said he wanted to go in, he still couldn't help but look at the handsome face of the person in front of him. push away.

Qin Zhen was not annoyed, and said excitedly, "Then do it again."

On the eighth day of the eighth day, Ji Tingsen went to see Will, and Qin Zhen accompanied him like the previous few times.

When it was time to talk, Qin Zhen went to the living room, leaving the study space for Ji Tingsen and Will.

Before leaving, he asked Ji Tingsen what he wanted for lunch, as if he had something to do for a while.

After the door closed, Will looked at Ji Tingsen's face: "Mr. Ji, you look much better."

Not only is it much better, but the recovery speed is amazing. It seems that Mr. Qin has contributed a lot.

Ji Tingsen nodded with a smile: "Yes."

Regardless of past and present lives, every time he saw a psychiatrist, he would always think of something from the past, and his emotions would inevitably become tense. However, Qin Zhen has accompanied him over the last few times, and the situation has improved a lot.

When I think of that person just across the wall, an inexplicable sense of security fills my heart, unexpectedly calm.

The days passed faster and faster, and soon came the Lantern Festival.

On this day, Ji Tingsen and Ji Mingrui took the stage at the Lantern Festival Joy Party and sang a song together, not only to have a master-student on the same stage for the hit "Ask the Immortal", but also to support Ji Mingrui.

Because of the successive hits of "Feng Qi Wu" and "Ask the Immortal", Ji Mingrui has gone from being an unknown [-]th-tier star to the most popular second-tier star.

As for Ji Tingsen, he became the front line smoothly.

The Lantern Festival Joyful Party was broadcast live, and it was already after nine o'clock in the evening after they took the stage.

Ji Tingsen didn't want to participate in the following activities, so he called Qin Zhen, discussed the meeting time, and went to the dressing room to change clothes in advance.

After changing clothes and coming out, Feng Yingkai was sitting in the small hall accompanying the dressing room.

Looking at each other, Ji Tingsen frowned slightly.

Before he could speak, Qin Zhen also opened the door and came in. The first time he saw Ji Tingsen, his hair was stained by the cold outside, but there was a faint smile on his face. The second time he saw Feng Yingkai, his eyes suddenly cool off.

He strode over and stood in front of Ji Tingsen: "Brother Sen, I watched the live broadcast, it's great—it looks like we have guests?"

Standing aside, Fu Cong looked at this and that, and felt a cold breath on the back of his neck: the atmosphere was a bit weird, it seemed that he shouldn't have led Feng Dao in directly.

So, what happened that he didn't know about?

Now that I think about it, Guaibao and Director Feng seem to have gotten a lot stranger recently.

Feng Yingkai was only a few minutes earlier than Qin Zhen, and Fu Cong brought him in, saying that Ji Tingsen was changing clothes and asked him to wait.

Right now, Qin Zhen said "we" to kill him inside and out, no less than punching him in the chest.

Seeing Feng Yingkai's composed expression, Qin Zhen thought that he really had a long way to go.

No more talking to him, just looking at Ji Tingsen.

There's no need to be jealous, after all, his brother Sen's people and hearts are towards him, and he didn't put on a show to block Ji Tingsen and refuse to give anything, and then he took care of Feng Yingkai himself.

Even if you think about it in your heart, that's too disrespectful.

The next moment, the hand was held.

Ji Tingsen held a big hand beside him, and looked at Feng Yingkai: "Director Feng, long time no see, if it's still for that drama, sorry, the schedule really can't be arranged."

In fact, it's not just about the schedule, although the words of refusal were vague, he thought, Feng Yingkai wouldn't be unable to understand.

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