Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

"Oh my God, one or two of these men are extremely charming." Song Chu began to speak in an interpreter's voice excitedly, her eyes became wolf-like.

"Well, these desserts are very charming in one serving and two servings." Mu Zhichan stared at those delicate pastries with straight eyes, and muttered to himself. After all, he has no resistance to desserts, especially if they are small and exquisite. of.

But Song Chu didn't respond, she just picked up a glass of red wine on the dining table, like a fish getting into the sea, and it didn't know where the waves went in the blink of an eye.

Mu Zhichan stood in a daze for a moment, then he took a sip of red wine reservedly, then picked up the public tongs and put those cute and delicious pastries into the white porcelain plate, and finally hid in a secluded place corner, enjoy it contentedly.

But before he could take a few bites, a deep voice suddenly reached his ears: "Hello, Angel."

Mu Zhichan raised her eyes to look at the Caucasian man who approached him, slowly licked off the cream stained on the spoon, and smiled lazily after seeing the other person's eyes getting darker: "Hello."

——It seems that my charm is still the same as before. I haven't stood here for a long time, and someone came to make an appointment.

"I forgot my name, can you tell me yours?" The man raised his red wine glass to him, and the smile on his lips looked very charming.

——Can you forget your own name, are you demented?What the hell way to strike up a conversation.

"I don't have an English name, maybe you can call me by my Chinese name—" Mu Zhichan smiled slightly: "Wu Dalang."

Hearing this, the man gave a heartfelt compliment: "Ah, what a wonderful name, it is as sweet as you~! This pronunciation, this ancient rhyme from the mysterious East, is like Lake Baikal under the moonlit night, fascinated, hazy……"

Mu Zhichan listened to the other party's ups and downs of the aria with a dull face, thinking that this person's face and figure could barely take a look, what a high-quality hunk, quickly pull him down.

***

At the same time, in the reception room on the third floor of the castle, two men with strong auras sat face to face on the dark red velvet sofa.

One of the blond men, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, a white shirt and a silver-gray suit vest, was meticulously reviewing documents.

"...You don't know, he's as cute as a little angel." Bian Jiyue, dressed in a black shirt and black trousers, sat on the sofa and finished talking about his wonderful encounter with someone in a low and hoarse voice.

Nie Kaige didn't even raise his eyelids, and asked indifferently: "The key wallet was really stolen?"

"Well, it was stolen." With a calm expression, Bian Jiyue fastened the cuff button that was loosened suddenly between her right wrist with her left hand.

"Let me tell you a joke." Nie Kaige looked up at him coldly, "A man who once won the martial arts championship in the special forces unit told me that his key wallet was stolen on the street."

Bian Jiyue looked back at the other party, calmly said: "Everyone will be negligent sometimes."

"But I don't think you're in the category of 'anyone'. Nie Kaige adjusted his glasses expressionlessly.

"I'm just an ordinary actor." Bian Jiyue smiled, stood up, picked up the suit jacket on the sofa, put it on her arms, and said, "Let's go, dear Mr. Layton, didn't you invite me to come and taste wine?"

"The banquet is about to begin." Hearing this, Nie Kaige didn't continue to ask, but just closed the thick folder, stood up and glanced at him, and said indifferently: "Oh, I prefer you to call me Nie Kaige, thank you."

***

The lobby on the first floor of the castle.

At this time, the banquet had already started for a while. Under the huge orange crystal chandelier, men in neat suits and women in various dresses were chatting and laughing.

But what is more eye-catching is the boy who is waltzing with the girl in the center of the field. He is wearing a pure white tuxedo, with small silver diamonds stuck to the corners of his eyes, and his fluffy black hair flutters in the wind as his body rotates. The whole person seemed to be made of ice crystals, with a fragile and transparent beauty, which tightly caught the eyes of everyone present.

"That is Layton's little baby?"

"Yeah, what a pretty little guy, my heart melts just looking at it."

"I didn't expect children from ordinary people to have such a bearing, not bad."

"Perhaps in another two years, we will receive their wedding stickers. I heard that they are already engaged."

"Then I'm really looking forward to it!"

……

Mu Zhichan stood in the corner and listened to other people's whispered conversations, and felt that the name Layton seemed familiar, and it took him a long time to remember that he had seen this name on the Forbes list of the world's richest people.

Tsk, he's a tyrant among tyrants.

Mu Zhichan touched his chin and looked towards the center of the hall. His eyes lit up when he saw the young man who was dancing the waltz. He wondered in surprise, isn't this the dancer he saw last night?It must have been a coincidence.

But this child is still Mr. Leighton's fiancé?I really didn't expect to be tied to someone else at such a young age, but...

"What's the matter, Da Lang?" The handsome man with brown hair and brown eyes moved closer to Mu Zhichan, and gently blew into his ear.

Mu Zhichan controlled the hand that was about to slap him, and didn't want to admit that the name was a hole he had dug for himself. She just pushed his approaching head away with a bright smile, and said, "I'm just curious, How can a child born in an ordinary family know such a big man as Mr. Leighton?"

"Perhaps he used some unscrupulous means. After all, he is just Mr. Layton's pet lover. The engagement is completely nonsense." Manda sneered disdainfully, with contempt in his eyes, " But I don't know what ecstasy soup I poured into Mr. Layton because of his good looks, maybe it's because of his good skills on the bed, then I really want to experience it..."

Hearing this, Mu Zhichan raised her eyebrows, and immediately lost interest in chatting with this man to pass the time, and said, "I'm going to the bathroom, excuse me."

"Okay baby, go and come back quickly." Manda gave him a meaningful look, his eyes were full of obscene things.

After coming out of the bathroom, Mu Zhichan did not return to the banquet hall, but walked slowly along the corridor to admire the oil paintings hanging on the wall, and when she came to the corner at the end, she leaned against the wall and played with her mobile phone with a careless expression.

It's just that he didn't play for a long time, when he heard footsteps, and then a clear and clear young voice pierced his ears, "Uncle, what are you doing here?"

Mu Zhichan raised his head slowly, and saw a young man in a silver-white tuxedo smiling brightly at him, the broken diamonds stuck to the corners of his eyes seemed to be shining.

"You called me... Uncle?" 27-year-old Mu Zhichan said with a half-smile, and beat up the young man in front of him eight hundred times in his heart. As for the affection he had seen from watching the young man dancing before, he immediately fell to the bottom.

"Why don't we call you brother?" The boy puffed up his cheeks to show off his cuteness, and he was very familiar and narrowed the distance between the two.

Mu Zhichan didn't answer, but raised her eyebrows and looked at the other party, a little curious about what this guy wanted to do.

"Brother, why don't you speak?" The boy tilted his head.

"What?" Mu Zhichan stuffed his phone into his trouser pocket. He took off his suit jacket and put it on his arm because of the heat. Now he is wearing a draped white silk shirt. , the style is loose, revealing the sexy collarbone and chest, plus that face that can be described as "beautiful" or "beautiful", it can be called a powerful human-shaped aphrodisiac.

Perhaps for a man, having such a coquettish face would be said to be gaudy, but the cold temperament of Mu Zhichan completely neutralized this kitsch, like a bright red flower The peonies are blooming in the white snow.

"Tell me...why is my brother in such a good figure?" The young man said in a soft voice, his cheeks were slightly red, and he leaned against Mu Zhichan as if he had no bones, his eyes turned red.

Mu Zhichan burst into fright on the spot, and without thinking, she dodged to the side, letting the boy directly lean against the wall.

He never expected that the person who wanted to do it turned out to be himself! ?If Mr. Layton knew this, it would be hard to say whether the boy would die, but he would definitely become a dead cicada anyway.

"Brother, what are you hiding from?" The boy bit his lower lip aggrievedly, loosened the bow tie with one hand, and then threw himself on the opponent again.

Mu Zhichan felt that this guy must be drunk, otherwise how could he be so inexplicably shameless!Thinking like this, he dodged to the side again, but he didn't notice that there was also a blind spot there, and immediately, he was caught by the boy!

"Please respect yourself." Mu Zhichan's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand to tear the thing off his body, but the next second he felt a pain in the side of his neck, and the boy opened his mouth and bit him.

But before Mu Zhichan took action, he heard a chilling question: "What are you doing?"

Mu Zhichan looked up, and after seeing clearly that it was his teacher Bian and another Caucasian who came, she felt a chill down her spine.

Just when Mu Zhichan was about to say something, the young man who was stuck in his arms was like a frightened deer, and immediately pushed him away, turned around and rushed towards the blond-haired, blue-eyed caucasian, While crying, he complained: "Honey, that uncle molested me!"

Mu Zhichan:? ? ?

——Listen, is this a human language?

Nie Kaige raised his hand to caress the young man's back, then cast his eyes coldly on Mu Zhichan, and said, "Get out."

Hearing this, Mu Zhichan only felt that this dramatic development like a bloody romance almost made him feel embarrassed, but the clay figurine was also very angry, let alone him who was already bad-tempered.

"Hey, to be honest, with him like that, I don't even bother to be polite." Mu Zhichan sneered, leaned against the wall and took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and put a cigarette on his lips with a careless expression. Side, "Sir, please take care of yourself, the canary escaped from the cage by itself, and no one else let him out."