Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

This time, Song Xi fell into a drowsy sleep, and when Yoyo woke up, the car had already parked outside the Feng family's old house, and he was lying on the seat, the car was warm.

A voice came from above the head: "Are you awake? Get up, we've arrived."

Song Xi sat up suddenly, this man wouldn't have been watching him sleep, right?

System: "Yeah, not only did I wait for you to sleep in the car for half an hour, but I also enjoyed a snoring symphony by the way."

Song Xi wanted to die.

Feng Chengyi opened the car door, bowed down, and smiled: "Do you need me to hold you?"

Song Xi just wanted to shake his head subconsciously, but the word of refusal changed into need again on the tip of his tongue. This is a place where the original body had never been before, so he didn't ask for trouble.

As soon as he finished speaking, a hot hand covered his hand, and he led him out of the car very naturally.

In October, the temperature fluctuated day and night, and there was a large difference between the temperature inside the car and the temperature in the parking space. When Song Xi got out of the car, the night wind gently hit his face, and he shivered subconsciously, with goose bumps all over his body.

Feng Chengyi asked him in a low voice: "Cold?"

Song Xi said it wasn't cold, he just didn't get used to the temperature difference for a while.

Feng Chengyi didn't speak, and after a rustling sound, Song Xi put a suit jacket on his shoulders, carrying the residual body temperature of its owner and a faint smell of tobacco.

Song Xi was held by the hand, and moved with the man's deliberately slow pace.

Too foul, he thought.

"Did you see the system, the legendary boyfriend power!"

For the first time, the system didn't hate him: "If you like it, go for it."

"Fuck." Song Xi's heart trembled: "Am I that kind of person?"

System: "You are."

Song Xi choked, he is indeed, he is gay, born, and a nobleman with a single mother for more than 20 years, it's not that he doesn't want to fall in love, it's just that this circle is too small, and the people who are eye-catching are not from this circle, he can't do it It's a wicked thing to come out and break Zhiqiang into a bend.

As a normal man, when he has nothing to do on weekdays, he just watches short videos, reads small coloring books, and then does a traditional handicraft in the air.

The system said that his heart was right. If it weren't for the current conditions, when meeting a man of Feng Chengyi's type, his eyeballs would probably stick to him.

Men who are extremely attractive to women have the same effect on gays.

"Stairs."

A voice pulled Song Xi out of his thoughts. He raised his foot and stepped on the steps, and felt a rush of heat. The aunt in the room came out to call Mr., and saw the young man and the man overlapping each other with sharp eyes. hand, horror in his eyes.

Song Xi was led into the warm room, just as he took off his coat, the man beside him naturally took it and put it on his arm, leading him to sit on the sofa.

This very normal scene almost made my aunt's jaw drop. She has been in this house for many years and knows that her husband doesn't like to have contact with people, and she won't even touch clothes worn by others. Tonight Exceptions have been made.

"Can I pet the duckling?" Song Xi asked enthusiastically while sitting on the soft sofa.

Feng Chengyi said yes, turned his face and told his aunt: "Go and bring the pet duck over here."

Auntie was at a loss: "What pet..."

Feng Chengyi interrupted her: "Pet duck, the chubby one."

The aunt was blocked by a sharp look, and she nodded repeatedly: "Sir, wait a moment, I will go and ask someone to bring it." She said, she walked out of the yard and called for an underling.

"Find a pet duck, it needs to be fat and fast."

His subordinates are professional bodyguards with high professionalism, and they will do what they are ordered, even if it is such a nonsensical thing as looking for ducks.

Song Xi didn't know how urgent it was over there. He was drinking fruit juice and asking the system in his mind. He hadn't seen this rich man's house before.

"The house is not big!"

System: "The bedroom you live in is someone else's toilet."

The analogy is very good, Song Xi already has a picture in his mind, and he asked again: "Would it be the same as in novels and TV dramas, with gold on the wall and diamonds on the lamp?"

The system saw that the room was full of black and gray and some cool decorative colors, and there were depressing abstract murals on the walls. It was silent for a while, "Ask him yourself."

Song Xicai didn't ask, the native dog also has self-esteem.

After drinking a glass of juice, my aunt brought the duckling.

Song Xi stretched out his hand cautiously, and touched a round ball. The "ball" was shaking and squawking, wondering if it was cold on the road.

Too fat, Song Xi firmly refused to admit that he resembled this thing.

"What's its name?"

Feng Chengyi stared at the fat duck curled up on the coffee table, and took the name on the spot without changing his face: "It's Xiaopang."

The corner of Song Xi's mouth twitched, the name was indeed very vivid.

While stroking Xiaopang, he muttered: "Little Fatty, Xiaopang, the meat is too fat to taste."

Xiaopang trembled again, his neck almost retracted under his feet.

After Song Xi played for a while, he became sleepy and yawned while leaning against the sofa.

Feng Chengyi asked someone to take the duck down, told his aunt to take him to the room that had already been tidied up, and then turned around and went to the bedroom.

After Song Xi was brought into the room, the auntie left without looking back. He didn't remember anything until the door was closed. He didn't know the structure of the room and couldn't wash.

Just as he was about to call the system to come out to help, the door was gently pushed open, and the man landed on the ground with steady steps.

"I brought you a pajamas, new ones."

Song Xi reached out to take it: "Thank you."

Feng Chengyi hummed, "I'll take you to wash up."

Song Xi couldn't get what he wanted, and was helped by the man to the bathroom. The man sent the Buddha to the west, squeezed the toothpaste and stuffed it into his hand. After doing all this, he had no intention of leaving.

Song Xi felt a line of sight falling on him from time to time, and he tried his best to ignore this person, focusing on brushing his teeth.

After brushing his teeth, the cup in his hand was taken over, rinsed and put away, and the sound of the faucet sounded in his ears. After a while, Song Xi's face was covered with a damp, hot and soft towel.

The man was holding a towel and wiping it gently and unfamiliarly from his forehead to his chin.

Song Xi stood dumbfounded, letting Feng Chengyi wash his face, feeling that the temperature in the room seemed to be rising continuously, making his face and neck flushed with boredom.

It was the first time for him to be taken care of like this. During the few days at Jiang's house, bathing and eating were all done by the proficiency that the original body had cultivated all the year round. It often happened that the toothpaste couldn't squeeze the toothbrush. He just cleans the room, and occasionally he reaches out to help him when he encounters something he can't see through.

Even he was lost in thought again, Feng Chengyi asked while cleaning the towel: "What are you thinking?"

Song Xi didn't turn his head around, and subconsciously blurted out: "I miss you." After he finished speaking, he suddenly realized and said, "I mean, you are a good person."

Feng Chengyi seemed to smile, wrung out the towel vigorously, arranged it neatly and hung it up again, "Maybe."

After tidying up, Feng Chengyi took out the bathrobe and put it within easy reach, put a bathtub of hot water to take him there, went out and closed the door, and said at the door: "I'm right outside."

After the door was closed, Song Xi breathed a sigh of relief. He took off his clothes and groped into the bathtub. Although Feng Chengyi looked like a steel straight man, he couldn't stand him being straight.

The water temperature is just right, there should be essential oils in it, and there is a faint fragrance, as soon as you lie in it, your muscles that have been tense all day are instantly relieved, making you want to doze off comfortably.

Song Xilian yawned several times, endured sleepiness and soaked for a while, then slowly got up, fumbled for a towel to wipe off the water drops slightly, and put on a bathrobe.

In the end, he troubled Feng Chengyi to come in and lead him out, and the hair on the back of his head was also stained with water, dripping one by one into his back socket.

Song Xi wanted to shave his head.

Feng Chengyi led him to the bed and went out. He still had a lot of work to do.

Song Xi sat on the bed with his back leaning against the head of the bed, playing with his fingers boredly. He fell asleep as soon as he sat on the bed after changing his pajamas.

After picking his fingers boredly, there was a buzzing and vibrating sound in his ears. He heard the sound and touched it, and found the special mobile phone for the blind brought out of Jiang's house.

After pressing the answer button, an angry male voice came from the extremely low air pressure: "Jiang Xi, where have you been!"

Song Xi scratched his stomach: "I don't know." He didn't know where the Feng family was located, so it wasn't a lie.

Jiang Yun over there took a deep breath, and his anger almost overflowed from the receiver, almost commanding the tone: "Go home, I don't care how you ran out, go home now."

Song Xi: "I can't find a way."

"Address, I'll send someone to pick you up." Jiang Yun compromised.

Song Xi scratched his hair, innocently said: "I said I don't know."

"You!" Jiang Yun thought that the other party was teasing him, and gritted his teeth: "Dad has an accident, come back quickly."

Song Xi said flatly, "I'm not a doctor, I'm still blind, and I can't help much when I come back."

Jiang Yun was anxious: "That's your father too!"

Song Xi didn't really want to admit that Jiang's father never regarded the original body as his son, but he just didn't want outsiders to read his own jokes, and didn't want those sidelined people who were ready to move and have other ideas to have other ideas, so he tied the original body like a son. Like a dog, he watched and was trapped in Jiang's house.

What is a dog? There is a rope around the neck, and everyone can step on it. They can't run, and they can't run. They can only die slowly on the enclosed land.

Even when the original body went bungee jumping, there were always people following him. The last time there was no one, it was because the Jiang family knew that those people would send him back, either vertically or horizontally.

"From now on, it will only be your father." As he said that, Song Xi decisively put down the phone, thought for a while, touched the large water glass on the bedside table, and threw the phone into it.

As the night was getting dark, Song Xi yawned sleepily, pulled the quilt and shrank in. After wrapping up the quilt, he emptied his brain. Sometimes dozes come and go without a trace. He lay down for only a few minutes, and then he fell asleep. Drowsily fell asleep.

The room was silent, and the sound of breathing was gentle and long. I don't know how many levels passed, the bedroom door was gently pushed open, and the cold white light from outside the corridor shone in along the door frame, casting a long shadow of a slender body.

The shadow followed the master and slowly moved towards the bed. There was a faint smell of tobacco in the air, which soon disappeared.

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After Jiang Yun hung up the phone with a slap, he was stunned for a while when he heard the beeping busy tone on the phone, and then anger welled up in his brows, and the anger that had been suppressed all night finally broke out.

The ceramic tea set on the table fell to the ground and made a short crackling sound.

Jiang Yun smashed his hands on the solid wood table until it turned red, abandoned his own self-cultivation, and cursed in an extremely rude manner.

Soon, he calmed down, and after thinking for a long time, he picked up his mobile phone and typed a number, with no trace of anger in his tone: "Hey, Lawyer Liu, can you first..."

The sound quickly drifted into the air, and one night, even the evening wind had its own thoughts.