I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

The banquet downstairs was still going on. Mother Cheng entertained the guests alone. Someone came over to greet her with a wine glass and asked, "Why didn't you see Mr. Cheng and Qi Qiao?"

Cheng's mother smiled and said, "Qi Qiao will accompany my dad to deal with some matters, and he will be back soon."

"Qi Qiao is highly valued by Mr. Cheng."

"That's right," Cheng's mother smiled relievedly, "The child has matured and become more independent after going abroad,? This dinner is all organized by him alone, and we don't want to intervene at all."

"You can stand alone at such a young age..." The man continued to say compliments, Cheng's mother was happy but also looked upstairs worriedly, she didn't see them coming down for so long, wondering if something happened.

Compared with the bustling downstairs, the atmosphere upstairs is really not good. Cheng Qiqiao sat on the sofa next to Mr. Cheng, and Jian Wen leaned against the wall by the window with his arms crossed. Qi Bei still looked embarrassed No one paid attention to being thrown on the ground, only Chun Leshui kept pacing in front of the closed bedroom door.

The atmosphere of the entire living room can almost be said to be stagnant.

In the end, Jian Wen couldn't help pinching the center of her eyebrows: "Chun Leshui,? Can you stop walking around?"

Of course, Chun Leshui didn't want to stand, and his legs were tired after walking here for a long time. He turned his head and looked at the door, and said worriedly: "But Hanzhang..."

The voice had not yet fully landed, the door lock rang lightly, and the doctor opened the door: "Young Master Song is awake."

Chun Le rushed in like a rabbit in an instant, and rushed to the bedside with tears in his eyes: "Hanzhang, are you okay?"

The wet clothes on Song Hanzhang's body had already been changed, and he was wrapped in a bathrobe. He was infusion with a needle inserted into the back of his hand on the quilt. The medicine on his body passed away, and his whole body was weakly leaning against the head of the bed as if he had been hollowed out. ? His face was still a little pale.

He was about to speak.

[Qi Bei is too good, isn't he so Song Hanzhang, I can punch him ten times, and he can still be killed by Song Hanzhang? ! 】

Song Hanzhang: "..."

He felt that the existence of Chun Leshui was here to challenge his bottom line, so he endured it, his eyes flicked across the faces of Jian Wen and the others.

"I'm fine." After he finished speaking, he looked at Chun Leshui, "Where's the clothes you brought me?"

"It's in the living room."

Just as Chun Leshui finished speaking, Manager Zhang with sharp ears squeezed in with his clothes in his arms: "Here, Young Master Song."

Song Hanzhang glanced at him, and said to Mr. Cheng: "Mr., please wait for me outside, and I will change my clothes."

Old Master Cheng was quite worried, looked him up and down, and finally said: "Then you change, we will wait for you outside."

Cheng Qiqiao's heart was beating like a drum, and he lowered his head the whole time and did not dare to look in the direction of Song Hanzhang. Mr. Cheng thought he was worried, so he patted him comfortingly, and the two turned and walked to the living room.

When Qi Bei saw them coming out, he whimpered and twisted a few times on the ground like a fish.

Immediately after Song Hanzhang fainted, Jian Wen tied Qi Bei's knees with the belt in his hand, making him unable to sit, but lying on his side on the ground.

Cheng Qiqiao glanced at him. Although he didn't know why Qi Bei appeared here, he had already decided to put everything on him.

After the two of Cheng's family left in the room, Chun Leshui also wanted to follow Jian Wen out of the room. As soon as he moved, Song Hanzhang's eyes focused on him: "You stay here."

Chun Leshui: "..."

【Why am I staying here? Do you want to wait for you to change clothes? ! 】

He reached out to help Song Hanzhang up from the bed, looked at the needle in his hand: "Why don't you change it?"

Song Hanzhang pulled out the needle without saying a word. Although he immediately pressed the needle hole, blood still oozes slowly along the edge of his fingertip.

Seeing this, Chun Leshui's scalp tingled.

Manager Zhang closed the door, and there were only the two of them left in the room.

"Stop pretending." As soon as Song Hanzhang finished speaking, Chun Leshui let go of the hand supporting him, sat down on the edge of the bed, put his arms behind his back, and looked at him expressionlessly.

Seeing that the wound no longer oozes blood, Song Hanzhang tore off the bloody medical tape on the back of his hand and threw it into the trash can. Not shy away from Chunle Water, he took off his bathrobe in front of him and began to put on his clothes.

As for Chun Leshui, she didn't seem to move away at all, she just stared at him directly, her eyes swept up and down.

No matter how you say it, Song Hanzhang's figure is still nothing to say.

The shoulders are broad and the arms are strong, the chest and waist are tight, the muscles are strong but not greasy, very beautiful, a pair of legs are straight and strong, and there are two waist dimples at the junction of the waist and hips. The only point of deduction is probably the long neck. Touched Song Hanzhang's face.

Chun Leshui was very disgusted, her eyes leisurely crawled over his tight thighs, and fell on Song Hanzhang.

It just... looks very smooth.

[Do you think that after shaving once, you must shave every day? 】

Song Hanzhang paused when he put on his trousers.

【Otherwise, this guy looks like a beard? 】

Song Hanzhang quickly lifted his underwear.

Chun Leshui's eyes fell on his lap.

[However, I think Songgou has very little body hair except for the hair. Could it be that he doesn't have hair at all? 】

Song Hanzhang tucked his legs into his trousers, lifted his trousers and pulled the zipper button in one go.

Chun Leshui fell into memory.

[Oh no, when was the last time we slept together?Oh, that’s not right, Song Gou never took off his trousers every time (not a few times) he came, and he didn’t give me a chance to look at it. 】

[Speaking of it, I'm angry, but Song Gou's technology is also his father is the protagonist? 】

Song Hanzhang couldn't listen anymore, he gritted his teeth: "Chun Leshui."

Chun Leshui responded to him with eyes: Let go.

Song Hanzhang endured.

He buttoned his shirt one by one, with a dull expression: "How do you want to solve this matter?"

"You are the victim," Chun Leshui asked back, "How do you want to solve it?"

Song Hanzhang buttoned up the buttons silently, leaving his collar open, and then turned his hands to button the buttons on his wrists, his slender fingers looked a little nice in his movements.

Chun Leshui took a look, then raised her eyes to meet his gaze.

All Song Hanzhang's words were stuck in his throat, apologizing?That must not be said; appease?He was the one who got hurt in the end; but he still felt uncomfortable in his heart, as if something was blocked, and he couldn't get up or down.

If the person who drank that glass of wine was really Chun Leshui, he might not be able to suppress Qi Bei who rushed in.

Even he was eaten several mouthfuls of tofu by the other party, choked his breath and tied him up. Thinking of Qi Bei touching him several times, Song Hanzhang felt a little nauseous.

He held back his nausea, frowned and thought, why Qi Bei appeared in this room, why did he hug him and call Chun Leshui's name, was he following him deliberately or hit him by mistake?If it was deliberate stalking, did he know something?

Chun Leshui saw that Song Hanzhang looked at him silently for a long time, but his brows became tighter and tighter, impatient: "Ask you?"

[As long as Song Hanzhang says something is my problem, I will...]

He looked around the room with his eyes, looking for something convenient.

Song Hanzhang's forehead twitched lightly, he looked away, and went straight to the door: "That's how it will be solved."

"Just solve it like that. Do you know what's going on? Do you know who the culprit is?"

Song Hanzhang stopped behind the door, put his hand on the handle, he turned his head and glanced at Chun Leshui: "Didn't you say that Cheng Qiqiao handed you that glass of wine?"

Chun Leshui was slightly stunned, and after a while she nodded slowly, but her head was full of question marks.

【? ? ? ? 】

[What's the situation, does he believe what I mean?I just said that and he believed me?Is Song Hanzhang not sick? Did he take the wrong medicine?Cheng Qiqiao's glass of wine ruined his brain? 】

Song Hanzhang yanked the door open with such force that the door panel hit the wall with a bang.

Not to mention Chun Leshui, even everyone in the living room was taken aback.

Because the door was kicked by Jian Wen and couldn't be closed, standing in the living room, I could vaguely hear the cheerful symphony downstairs.

"Are you okay?" Jian Wen asked, Song Hanzhang shook his head.

"It's fine," Mr. Cheng smiled, "I was really taken aback when Jian Wen came to see me. I don't know how to explain to your grandpa if something happens to me. It's okay. That's good."

He looked at Song Hanzhang with a kind face, and when he looked at Qi Bei, his eyes instantly turned cold, with the coercion that could not be resisted after years of being in a superior position: "I don't know how the Qi family is raised, to teach such a low-handed thing, since This incident happened at our Qi Qiao's birthday party, and it's not just targeting you, Hanzhang, it's also a slap in the face of me, Cheng Shi'an!" [Isn't that right, I don't know about you Cheng Shi'an! How the family is raised, teaching someone like Cheng Qiqiao, isn't it just slapping your old man in the face. 】

"Hanzhang, don't worry, Grandpa Cheng will definitely decide for you in this matter, Qi Qiao, you go and call the Qi family, call Qi Dong, and let him see what good things his son has done!"

[Although I don't know why Qi Bei is here, but old man, I think it's better to leave yourself three points when you speak. 】

Qi Bei was pouted and his hands and feet were bound. Hearing Cheng Shian's indignant speech, he almost twisted into a maggot on the ground. But the only thing that reached everyone's ears was a louder whimper.

Chun Leshui: "He seems to have something to say."

Qi Bei nodded frantically.

Old Master Cheng: "What can he say!"

Cheng Qiqiao was still a little flustered, and stood up: "Grandpa, I'm going to make a call."

At the same time, Chun Leshui heard the buzzing of the mobile phone in Manager Zhang's pocket beside him. Manager Zhang glanced at the caller, but did not dare to disturb him, and sneaked out against the wall to answer the phone.

Chun Leshui thought about what he asked him to investigate before coming here, and followed after a little thought.

Old Master Cheng told Cheng Qiqiao to go quickly, but before Cheng Qiqiao stepped out, Song Hanzhang called to stop: "Wait a minute."

Cheng Qiqiao froze in place. He didn't look back, but he seemed to feel the icy blade in Song Hanzhang's eyes.

Song Hanzhang moved his hand on his thigh, and tapped his fingertips on his leg one by one: "Old..." He thought about it for a while, and then called Grandpa Cheng, "I'll talk about Qi Bei later, but give me medicine." You misunderstood the person in question, it's not Qi Bei."

He spoke with certainty, and Old Master Cheng asked, "It's not Qi Bei, who is that?"

After asking, the remaining two people in the room followed Song Hanzhang's eyes and looked at Cheng Qiqiao. Mr. Cheng was stunned, and Song Hanzhang said, "It's your grandson, Cheng Qiqiao."

Before the old man could react, Cheng Qiqiao had already yelled "I don't have one." He turned around and looked at old man Cheng with tears all over his face: "Grandpa, I don't, it's not me."

Even though the old man has been in the shopping mall for many years, he was also terrified by this identification. It took a long time before he came back to his senses and said to Song Hanzhang in a deep voice: "Hanzhang, some things can't be said nonsense, what kind of people are we Qiqiao? Don't you know I don't know, how could he do such a thing?"

Cheng Qiqiao said: "Brother Hanzhang, it's really not me, how could I do this at my own birthday party?"

Even Jian Wen felt that Cheng Qiqiao would not do such a thing because of his affection.

Song Hanzhang thought that Cheng Qiqiao had embraced himself and acquiesced to this matter an hour or two ago, but now he categorically denied it, and looked at him again with a strange look.

"There is really no reason to do this, because the person you want to drug is not me, but Chunle Shui."

Cheng Qiqiao shook his head.

Song Hanzhang asked: "Did you bring a glass of wine to Chun Leshui?"

He looked at Jian Wen, who was present at the time, and heard Chun Leshui say that Cheng Qiqiao brought him wine, and Cheng Qiqiao nodded.

Cheng Qiqiao couldn't deny it.

"At that time, I saw with my own eyes that Chunle Shui exchanged the wine you gave him with the wine in his hand." Song Hanzhang was a little confused in his heart. Never touched anything after drinking."

"Then what if it was before you..."

"The wine I drank before was taken from the waiter in the clubhouse, shouldn't the medicine be so aimless?"

"I..." Cheng Qiqiao couldn't find an excuse, and I said anxiously for a long time, "You have no proof! It's not me, it's really not my grandpa! I just helped him get a glass because he was out of wine."

Old Master Cheng was still partial to his family, he even put on the posture of an elder: "This is just your guess, if it was done by our family, Qi Qiao, then how do you explain that Qi Bei is in your room?"

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

"You reminded me," Song Hanzhang put down his crossed legs, stood up from the sofa, walked to Qi Bei's knees and squatted down, took the wet towel from his mouth, and said coldly, "Tell me why you are here Here?" Because the towel was stuffed in his mouth for a long time, the lower half of Qi Bei's face was sore and swollen, and after taking off the towel, he still couldn't close his mouth for a while.

But his back was numb from Song Hanzhang's stare, and the wound pulled out by the belt was still aching, he said eagerly: "I know, I know, it's Cheng Qiqiao, I saw him pour the medicine into the wine of Chun Leshui. "

After he finished speaking, he handed the hand behind his back to Song Hanzhang in a distorted posture: "Song, Song Shao... I was wrong, I was wrong, help me, help me untie it."

Song Hanzhang remained motionless: "And then?"

"What, what then?"

"Then why are you here?"

"I..." Qi Bei's eyes fluttered and he dared not speak.

"Okay, you can talk about it later." After Song Hanzhang finished speaking, he pinched Qi Bei's chin and stuffed the towel back. He turned to Master Cheng and said, "Did you hear everything?"

Old Master Cheng's face was gloomy, and Cheng Qiqiao's face was pale when he heard Qi Bei's words, but he was still stubborn, but he lacked confidence: "Grandpa... I didn't..."

Cheng Qiqiao didn't dare to face the old man's disappointed eyes, he begged: "Grandpa..."

Old Master Cheng took a deep breath, and turned to Song Hanzhang: "There must be some misunderstanding about this matter, so Hanzhang, you just look at my old face, give Grandpa some time, and let me figure this out. ?"

Mr. Cheng and Mr. Song have a very good personal relationship. He has said so, and Song Hanzhang has no choice but to refuse.

He nodded: "Then trouble you to give me a satisfactory answer."

The old man's eyes were tired: "Don't worry."

He walked out without saying a word, Cheng Qiqiao looked at Song Hanzhang and then at Mr. Cheng, and chased after him: "Grandpa..."

The old man avoided the hand he came to support: "Don't call me grandpa."

When the two went out, Song Hanzhang turned to Qi Bei: "Then shall we continue?"

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