Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

Song Xi was born in an ordinary well-off family, and the first car he bought after working was only about [-] yuan.

So when the car stopped next to Song Xi and the car logo was in front of his eyes, his first reaction was to take a step back, suddenly remembering his current status as a blind person, and taking advantage of the night to take out the blind stick from his pocket and put it behind him Unfolded, and tentatively tapped on the ground.

The window was rolled down, the driver poked his head out, his hair was neatly arranged and looked shrewd, "Second Young Master Jiang, where are you going so late?"

Song Xi didn't know this person, he only stared in one direction, and asked in doubt: "You are?"

The man opened his mouth and did not continue to answer. The rear window was rolled down again, revealing the man with a gloomy expression on the back seat.

The lights in the back seat were turned on very dimly, and Song Xi tried his best to see the faces of the people in the back seat with the faint light. He was very handsome, the kind of "gentle scum" with a bit of mature handsomeness, a little girl The one you'll like.

Song Xi tried his best to put on a natural and calm expression, after all he couldn't see anything.

The man's lips moved: "Where are you going?" The familiar voice was Feng Chengyi.

Song Xi said nonsense: "Walk around."

Feng Chengyi glanced at him up and down, stretched out his hand to open the car door, and said neatly, "Get in the car."

Song Xi shook his head: "No need, I'll just stroll around." Feng Chengyi should have gone to the banquet, and he just slipped out of Jiang's house in the chaos.

Feng Chengyi didn't speak, he stretched out his hand to close the car door, and directed the assistant driving in front: "Turn around and go back."

The assistant didn't respond: "Ah... sir, isn't this the door yet?"

Feng Chengyi said: "Not going, turn around."

The assistant was confused, obviously the president wanted to go there on a whim before, why now... Thinking, he turned his head obediently, through the rearview mirror, he saw his president opened the car door again, facing the front The young man knocking back and forth with his blind stick repeated: "Get in the car."

Song Xi watched the car turn around, hesitated for a moment, he was worried that he didn't know how to get down the mountain.

Feng Chengyi knocked on the car door to interrupt Song Xi's thoughts, and guided the way with his voice: "Car door, here."

Song Xi tapped the ground with his blind stick and walked slowly to the car door. He stretched out his hand and was about to touch the car door. When he remembered something, he withdrew his hand and said suddenly: "Is there any ashes?"

His car was easy to get dusty, and if he didn't wipe it for half a month, he could rub off a layer with his fingers.

The corner of Feng Chengyi's mouth twitched: "I just wiped it off this morning."

"Oh." Song Xi then slowly put away his blind stick, opened his eyes and pretended to be blind, reached out to touch the car door, and leaned in half of his body.

Small eight figure car!Now he not only touched it, but sat on it!

Feng Chengyi sat inside, saw him dawdling at a slow pace, waited patiently for him to get into the car, and then stretched out his hand in front of Song Xi to close the car door.

A faint smell of tobacco floated into Song Xi's nose, and Song Xi sniffed, "Where are you going?"

"Anything is fine." Feng Chengyi said, took out a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Song Xi, paused, then put his hand directly into his hand, "Where are you going?"

Song Xi mentioned the address of the hotel, and he planned to find a community to rent a house after tonight, anyway, he didn't plan to go back to Jiang's house.

Feng Chengyi asked bluntly: "Aren't you going back?"

Song Xi was not at all embarrassed by being exposed, nodded calmly, lifted the cap of the bottle and took a sip. He ate too much pastry at Jiang's just now, and it was a bit boring.

Feng Chengyi asked again: "Are you alone?"

Song Xi stared at the back of the car seat, and couldn't help feeling more vigilant, "Sir, I don't seem to know your name yet."

Normally speaking, he didn't know the man's name yet, and the two had only met once.

Feng Chengyi also heard what he meant, and stared at him several times, his eyes flickered slightly, his thoughts were racing, and his tone was calm and moderately friendly: "You are very similar to him."

Ta... her?

For a while, countless stand-ins in the bloody dramas ran wildly in Song Xi's mind, acting out a drama where he loves her and she doesn't love him.

"Let's go to my house first." Feng Chengyi said and then explained, "It's not convenient for you to stay in a hotel alone, there is an aunt at home."

As soon as the words were finished, before Song Xi could make a statement, the car suddenly slammed on the brakes and slowed down to turn. The two people in the back seat were displaced by the inertia and almost bumped into each other.

The assistant in the front row said "Sorry" all over his face, looking at the circling road in front of him, his heart was beating fast: He just said it!After so many days, the husband really has thoughts about people, and he is ready to coax him home in person!

Song Xi propped up the back of the chair and sat upright again, his thoughts were flying wildly. I really don't blame him. This man's image and temperament coupled with these words, is too much like a bloody drama.

"Why, not happy?" Feng Chengyi narrowed his long eyes, "Or, are you afraid that I will eat people?"

"No. It's just..." Song Xi thought about it: "If she is at home, I should be angry if I go rashly."

"Angry?" Feng Chengyi crossed his legs, tapped his fingers on his knees, and said calmly, "It's okay, it won't be angry."

Song Xi's jaw dropped in shock: "Really." Rich people really know how to play.

Feng Chengyi nodded slightly: "Well, just give me something to eat when I'm angry, it's just a duckling, it's easy to coax."

"Ah, yes, it's... the little duck?" Song Xi suddenly turned his head to face him.

Feng Chengyi beside him also turned his head, stared into his eyes, and nonsense with a very serious expression: "That kind of pet duck is chubby, with round eyes, very similar to you, very cute."

Song Xi was dumbfounded.

He looked at Feng Chengyi, who was full of seriousness and didn't seem to be fake, and his whole body seemed to be struck by lightning.

Song Xi swallowed his saliva, and asked cautiously: "Sir, you said it and me..."

"Huh?" Feng Chengyi withdrew his gaze, then smiled: "That day... you were on the mountain, exactly the same as when it was pretending to be pitiful and begging for food."

Song Xi laughed awkwardly: "Haha, really."

Feng Chengyi took over the conversation, and casually talked about his pet duckling. His appearance as a shit-shoveling officer was completely different from his domineering appearance before.

Song Xi was numb while listening.

This kind of mood is like, when you meet a handsome guy at dinner, the handsome guy sits across from you and blinks at you, and when your mind keeps wandering, the handsome guy finally says: There is sand in your eyes, blink.

The system popped up suddenly: "Tsk, your heart is too dirty."

Song Xi was unable to refute. Who would have thought that this man, who looked like he could easily fool a little girl, was actually an out-and-out decent person.

Feng Chengyi said a few words, seeing that Song Xi was obviously wandering, and then calmly closed the topic, a smile flashed in his eyes, and directed his assistant to turn on the car music.

There is still some distance to Feng's house, and Song Xi's short golden finger time will be up soon, and the world will return to darkness in an instant, the car is slightly rickety on the winding mountain road, and the actress's clear voice is whispering in her ear Singing a love song softly.

After a while, Song Xi's drowsiness was shaken out. He let go of his airs and leaned back. After a fierce battle between his upper and lower eyelids, he finally embraced friendly and fell asleep with his master's consciousness.

The sound of breathing gradually spread in the car, and the assistant turned down the music at the signal.

The young man leaned against the back of the chair with his eyes closed, his head pressed against the back of the chair, and followed the rhythm of the car body swinging bit by bit. From this appearance, he looked somewhat similar to a dozing duckling.

Feng Chengyi moved to the middle, looked at the young man's hard-working little head, stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on his shoulder, and the assistant in front consciously pulled up the blackout curtains of the front and rear seats.

After tilting his head to look for a while, he suddenly reached out and tapped the corner of the young man's lips quickly, it was warm and cool.

Feng Chengyi hung his hands on the seat and rubbed his fingertips, as if those inexplicable impulses disappeared instantly.

Very strange.