Miscellaneous Fish Survival[Transmigration Book]

Cheng Ji felt so guilty that his expression changed slightly, and he began to feel that he was overbearing.

If Qi Beisong is not smart and sensitive, how can he fight with the parents because of his sexual orientation since he was 16 years old, and win quickly?How can Hong Sheng be in the top position at such a young age?

It's just that he was born too high, had too many resources, and got them too easily, so he didn't have to be so smart and show it off.

Qi Beisong hurriedly asked, "Is it the rib pain?"

"No." Cheng Ji said.

"Why don't you protect me?" Qi Beisong asked, "What's wrong with you these two days?"

"Knowing that I'm sick, you still fight with me?"

"You hit me!"

The two continued to quarrel, and the bed collapsed at this time.

This bed was older than Cheng Ji, and it was an old-fashioned simple wooden bed. It was constructed as a bed board on a wooden bed frame. The two of them had been fighting for a long time, and they had already loosened the joints of the bed frame.

The two of them were standing at the head of the bed, and Qi Beisong was standing at the middle of the bed. The distance between them was less than one meter, and now the head of the bed collapsed.

Cheng Ji was caught off guard and fell backwards, and hurriedly leaned his back against the headboard of the bed to maintain his standing posture, but Qi Beisong couldn't keep his balance. Although his feet were not far behind, he was surrounded by no one to rely on, and suddenly leaned towards Cheng Ji. The heads of the two hit each other!

Cheng Ji couldn't stand Qi Beisong's sudden slap, and besides, he turned his face sideways, so it was a coincidence that Qi Beisong's forehead hit his temple.

... This is karma, so don't keep thinking about hitting other people's temples, the Buddha will keep it for you.

Qi Beisong only heard the sound of "dong", and felt a sharp pain in his forehead. He hastily supported the wall with one hand, and saw Cheng Ji weakened in front of him.

No way! !

He held his flushed forehead and shouted, "Hello, Cheng!"

"How long?"

"..."

"Are you dizzy?"

Qi Beisong hurriedly jumped off the tilted bed, leaned over to observe Cheng Ji, and was speechless for a while.

What is this?He is the dignified son of Qi, President Qi, and handsome Qi. Subduing opponents is not based on strength, nor charm, or even power, but iron head?

If this gets out, he won't be able to mess around in ten miles and eight towns!

So sorry, he didn't recognize it!

It is reasonable for him not to admit it. From the real situation, his hard head only accounts for 20% of the reasons, and another 30% is because Cheng Ji's body is relatively weak in resisting blows, and 50% is because Cheng Ji has occasionally felt the wind and cold these two days. Just a bit of tinnitus and headache.

"Get up, the ground is cold." Qi Beisong said.

Seeing no response, he had no choice but to pick up Cheng Ji from the floor, carry him to another room, and put him on Ms. Cheng's bed.

Cheng Ji's limbs were soft, and he was completely dizzy, so he didn't wake up after moving like this.

Qi Beisong smelled the green bamboo-like smell of new tea again, light but stubborn.He remembered that it was some kind of soap that he had used as a child.

At that time, his parents were busy with work all day long, and he lived with Mr. Qi and Mrs. Qi.

The two old people suffered hardships when they were young. No matter how high their status was later, they still value frugality and hard work in their bones. Their daily food and clothing costs are the same as those of ordinary working-class people. For example, soap, toothpaste, shampoo, etc. are all cheap commodities in the supermarket. .

I didn't expect the three or five yuan thing to smell so good.

He stood on the head of the bed like an idiot, after a while, he lifted the quilt to cover Cheng Ji, then lay down on the side of his face and looked at it.

He felt that Wang Beifeng wasn't exaggerating, Cheng Ji was really pretty.

He is a beauty in his bones, he has a good air, and of course his appearance is also good. If there is a defect, it is that his eyebrows are a little lighter, which makes him appear a little feminine without knowing it.But it doesn't matter, because when he wakes up, he is full of heroic spirit again.

Qi Beisong has seen too many beauties, and played a lot of beauties. Among the people he has played with, Cheng Ji is not ranked in the top three in terms of appearance, and not in the top five in figure. If Cheng Ji didn't treat him so badly, He probably wasn't even interested in glancing at him.

——Because you can see that he is straight at the first glance, Qi Shao's buttocks are followed by a large group of upside down brigades, all kinds of actors, stars, models, Internet celebrities, second-generation presidents and directors are crying and shouting to be his lover, He can't be bothered to flirt with straight men.

So why is this straight guy teasing him?

No, "teasing" means interest, and there is a follow-up; this straight man has no follow-up, and from the analysis of the encounters in the past few days, he really wants to run after hitting him, what is ruthless and irresponsible !

"What exactly are you planning?" Qi Beisong asked softly.

"Other people approach me with a purpose, what is your purpose?"

Cheng Ji still hasn't woken up, her eyelashes are like a pair of still ink butterflies, her temples are a little red after being hit, but her lips are pale.

He turned over the back of his hand and saw two needle holes for infusion, one yesterday and one today.

Lei Jing called him a few hours ago to tell him that Cheng Ji was sick and was hanging water. He also instructed others to evacuate first, but he came to block them himself. This behavior is not honorable.

He tried Cheng Ji's forehead and felt that there was no heat, so he relaxed a little.

Wait a minute, don't worry?Why should he worry?What qualifications does Cheng Ji have to make him worry or feel relieved?

"..."

Qi Beisong stood up suddenly, put on his clothes, and ran to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

The smoke was lingering, and the cold wind made his hair messy. He had many thoughts in his mind, such as whether to stay or leave, whether to send the person to a doctor, or whether to continue chasing the person... Unfortunately, he only caught the person. Live the worst one:

Cheng Ji took nude photos of him while he was fainting, why can't he retaliate now?

He threw away the cigarette butt and went to the room, lifted Cheng Ji's quilt, thinking fiercely that since you are ruthless, don't blame me for being ruthless!

Cheng Ji tilted his face slightly, defenseless, he was fighting Qi Beisong in a sweater just now, and there was only a autumn jacket inside the sweater, and it was looser.

Qi Beisong took out his mobile phone and suddenly lifted up Cheng Ji's shirt, then slowly put it down after ten seconds, then lifted it up, put it down again, and lifted it up again...

The small nipples look good... No, the point is wrong!

He knew what he saw, but he couldn't connect it with Cheng Ji.

Although the thing has been picked off, the traces are still there.

He has never played this thing (Qi Shuaishuai has no SM hobby), but he has seen it 800 years ago. The main function of using it is visual stimulation and sexual aid.

Usually in bed, in those moments, pain mixed with excitement, shame mixed with tyranny...

But this person is Cheng Ji!Cheng Ji, who is like a bamboo forest like green tea, can control him with one move, who dares to play with him like this?

Also for that matter?The two people's ears rubbed against each other, their skins touched, they were extremely sensitive...

Does he resist?Are you crying?Does it bleed?

He didn't pay attention to Qi Beisong, who would make him so willing?

Ex-boyfriend?Fuck it, it's impossible!

Who is that?Which bastard is it?Who would dare to go beyond Grandpa Qi's rubbing process? ! !

——Here, on behalf of the story manager who has disappeared, explain that the nails on Cheng Ji's key parts were caused by Xu Lele, a bad guy who had nothing to do.Cheng Ji (originally) was quite depressed at that time, and wanted to use the pain in his body to relieve the depression in his heart.

Whether it's the original one or the current one, Cheng Ji is pure. Qi Beisong's thoughts are scattered indiscriminately.

Qi Beisong put down Cheng Ji's clothes, covered him with a quilt, and walked around the room with his head in his hands. He couldn't figure it out...

The radar in his mind can't be wrong, Cheng Ji is just a chopstick, poking straight, but some aspects of him are not so straight, such as ex-boyfriend, such as being MB, punching holes in Ru's head...

In addition, there is another man who is fucking him, and he is doing it in a decent way, all kinds of fun!

So what the hell is going on with him?Schizophrenia? !

Just when Qi Beisong turned to No.20 lap, Cheng Ji on the bed opened his eyes, his eyes flickered, and those extremely black eyes just stared at him silently and faintly.

Qi Beisong turned his head and looked at it.

Looking at each other for a long time, he felt that he was also a little schizophrenic...

Cheng Ji saw that he didn't speak or move, so he supported his stinging temple and said in a hoarse voice: "Stop beating, let me take it easy, I really can't do it today, I owe you..."

In order not to fight, he even gave Qi Beisong a cowardly compliment: "You are so tough."

This sentence omits the word "head", what a great tolerance and sacrifice.

This sentence also pierced into Qi Beisong's heart, causing him to tremble inexplicably. To cover up his reaction, he frowned and said, "You have a problem!"

"Yes, I have a problem."

"You have a big problem!"

"Yes, there's a big problem." As long as Qi Beisong doesn't bother today, he can say whatever he wants.

Qi Beisong was worried that he would show his secrets and refused to look at him, so he grabbed his coat and said, "I'm leaving!"

"Huh?" Cheng Ji didn't expect him to be so easy to dismiss, and raised half of his body in surprise.

"Forget it today, I'll see you tomorrow." Qi Beisong said.

Cheng Ji made a bitter face again: "Forget it tomorrow, anyway, I owe you something—money or life—I agree! Let's keep each other clean for a few days? Don't you want to discuss with me? Just give me a few months to practice my abs, otherwise I won't be able to perform at my true level!"

"No!" Qi Beisong said.

He can be beaten like this without abs, but what if he has abs?

Cheng Ji sighed helplessly.

Qi Beisong walked to the door of the room and asked without looking back, "Why didn't you beat him?"

Cheng Ji asked, "Who beat you?"

"Beat..." Qi Beisong hesitated to speak, "...forget it, let's go."

Cheng Ji watched him leave the room, cursing inwardly: I don't know why!Who else in this world deserves to be beaten besides you?

Suddenly Qi Beisong came back again and said, "Don't move the collapsed bed next door, I'll call someone to bring a new one."

"Need not."

"Wait!"

"Need not!!"

Qi Beisong took it to the door and left.

"..." Cheng Ji slumped to the bed, and after a few minutes, he began to feel a pinprick-like pain in the originally numb place on the side of his head, intermittently, ups and downs, buzzing, which was due to Qi Beisong, It is also associated with a cold that has not yet healed.

He remembered that there was a pharmacy at the entrance of this old community, so he planned to buy a box of painkillers, but he bent over and vomited as soon as he stood up.Due to his poor appetite, he didn't eat anything today, and now he only spit out a little sour water, which caused a burning pain from his esophagus to his throat.

"Fuck..." He scolded Qi Beisong, wouldn't the idiot knock him into a concussion?

He had no choice but to lie back on the bed, close his eyes, and try his best to breathe steadily. Maybe it was because of the headache, or maybe it was because the more he thought about it, the more he felt wronged, tears poured out inadvertently.

He opened his eyes, sniffed, and felt that he should restrain himself, but it turned out to be counterproductive, tears dripped down the corners of his eyes like a gate, and slid into his temples, he didn't even know what he was crying for.

It's getting dark, and there will be snow at night, and the low-hanging dark clouds seem to be pressing on the corner of the building.

There was no heating in the house, and the old-fashioned windows were not airtight enough, and cold air invaded through the cracks. He touched his cheek, which was cold and wet, with a face that was miserable and desolate.

He decided to mourn for another 5 minutes, and then pack up and buy painkillers. He was still alive anyway, God gave him a second life, not for him to lie in bed and cry.

He can't stay here today, he has to go back to Changkang Hospital.

Ms. Cheng's condition is not good. During the infusion in the fourth hospital in the afternoon, the bed doctor of Changkang Hospital once called him, saying that many of Ms. Cheng's indicators were on the verge of collapse, and it might last for less than ten days.

Patients in hospice hospitals do not need to be rescued, they will just leave quietly, and at that time, whether they are conscious or not, they need their relatives to be by their side.

He was going to watch over Ms. Cheng and pray for her to die safely, so he couldn't lie down, it was time to get up.

Cheng Ji struggled a few times before sitting up, his head still hurting, he knew that Qi Beisong's slap was either intentional or unintentional.

Alas, as expected of Young Master Qi, even luck is on his side.

Suddenly he heard a knock at the door, quickly wiped away his tears and turned to look, only to see Lao Qi coming again.

"……you?"

He was just about to ask how you got in, when he heard Qi Beisong say, "I screwed the deadbolt on when I went out, and didn't lock the door."

"..."

Well, you come and go so generously, do you really regard this place as your own home?

Cheng Ji wanted to say a few words to him, but suddenly heard him ask: "Why are you crying?"

"I didn't cry," Cheng Ji said with a blink of an eye, "I'm freezing."

Is it possible to freeze tears?Is it that cold?

Qi Beisong looked suspicious, raised his hand and threw something at him.

"This is a painkiller. Two pills at a time, three times a day. Even if the pain is severe, the interval between taking the medicines should not be less than four hours."