Miscellaneous Fish Survival[Transmigration Book]

Qi Beisong didn't move at all, Cheng Ji didn't know what he was going to do, he felt that he was pressing down on him hotly, with his head buried very low.

The air conditioner was not turned on in the tea ceremony room, and the two of them only went through a few strokes, but Qi Beisong was sweating profusely, a few strands of forehead hair were hanging wetly in front of his eyes, and his pupils were dark and unclear.

Cheng Ji felt that he was serious: "Qi... Mr. Qi..."

"Call me Qi Beisong." Qi Beisong said sullenly, leaning on his chest.

"Qi Beisong, let me get up." Cheng Ji patted him on the shoulder, "Brother."

Cheng Ji heard him take a deep, deep breath and then let it out, but he didn't get up, but hugged him heavily, the strength was a little crazy.The strong arms stretched out to his back, kneading the thin layer of muscles on his lower back through the autumn clothes, ruthlessly, as if trying to pick them off alive.

Cheng Ji was dumbfounded, he thought to himself, why is Qi Beisong pinching my tenderloin?Lack of meat recently?

"Brother...It hurts, brother..." He nudged the other party.

Suddenly Qi Beisong jumped up and walked outside the tea ceremony without looking back. He didn't even have time to put on his shoes, but walked with his hands.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Ji didn't understand, so he endured the tenderness on his lower back that hadn't disappeared, grabbed the coats that the two of them had thrown aside, and followed them out.

Qi Beisong actually didn't even drink coffee, and walked quickly to the elevator downstairs.

Cheng Ji felt that he was really weird, and wanted to leave but was reluctant to part with the coffee he had already paid for, so he grabbed it and quickly took a sip into his mouth, then ran towards him with a wink.

"Hey Qi Beisong! Wait for me!"

Qi Beisong didn't look at him, but took his clothes from him.

The elevator came, and the two went in. Cheng Ji asked, "Why don't you play?"

Qi Beisong cherished his words like gold and said, "There is something to do."

"What's wrong?"

"company."

Cheng Ji let out an "oh" and said, "Then go ahead, don't send me back to Changkang Hospital, I will take a taxi by myself."

"Yeah." Qi Beisong said, extremely cold.

The elevator was coming to a stop, and before the elevator doors were fully opened, he dodged sideways, leaving Cheng Ji where he was.

Cheng Ji walked out of the elevator slowly, Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, and later thought it might be the young master's temper, he was startled and suddenly crazy, in a word - childish.

Qi Beisong is not naive at all, he was half a second away from revealing his secrets just now!

He was extremely uncomfortable, and he got into the car and continued to practice Buddhism, but the more he practiced, the more annoying, the more painful, the more hot and dry he became, and then he did something that he would never be able to do outside. —Self-sufficiency card), I gave myself the car...

After the confession, his limbs were stiff, his expression was numb, and he was so aggrieved that he wanted to beat himself to death!

He called Chen Chuan, because he was going abroad tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and he took Chen Chuan and Zhao Jiarui away, and Chen Chuan was packing his bags.

"Where?" he asked.

Chen Chuan said: "Xiao Cheng's mother is here, and Wang Beifeng is also here."

Qi Beisong said angrily: "Who asked you to accompany her? Come back!"

Hearing that his tone was wrong, Chen Chuan asked cautiously, "Have you had a fight with...?"

"I'm so annoying!" Qi Beisong spoke rough when he was in a bad mood, but he was more civilized in front of Cheng Ji.

Chen Chuan said wisely, "I'll be right back, where can we meet?"

"Company!" Qi Beisong hung up the phone angrily.

The car was a mess, he was a little messed up just now, or it would be more appropriate to say that he was crazy, and he had to clean up.

He lay on the steering wheel, looking at the passenger seat, where Cheng was sitting there less than an hour ago, counting the coins in his wallet.

Less than two hours ago, they were silently competing for a women's dress in the car. After putting on lipstick, Cheng Ji looked unwilling, and his face was redder than his mouth with embarrassment.

Less than three hours ago...

He hadn't received Cheng Ji less than three hours ago, and he wasn't so upset.

He slammed on the steering wheel!

No, he has to take this heart back no matter what!

He had to say goodbye, forever!The back of his ass is full of pits and valleys, all begging him on his knees, there is no shortage of Cheng Ji!

And this one is not so good, the bastard is still ignorant, and it hurts to beat someone, he has been obsessed with ghosts recently!

He hurriedly called Chen Chuan, he was going to Shuiyue Villa before dark, and wanted to find a better and caring one.

Knowing that he was in a bad mood, Chen Chuan didn't dare to talk too much on the way, and kept peeking at him from the rearview mirror.

At Shuiyue Villa, Manager Zhou exploded when he saw his car.

It turned out that Manager Zhou liked Mr. Qi very much, because he said less and asked for simplicity. He came straight to the point and left when he was done. MB is also eye-catching, and it looks like a downside to anyone who plays it.

It's been a while lately, Mr. Qi pointed out Jiangshan's words, disliked good and disliked bad, as if he always had no place to vent his anger, not to mention other people were afraid of him, even the general manager was afraid of being out of place.

The most high-end venues usually have no names. Since Shuiyue Villa has a name, it means that it is not the top of Hongcheng.Since he is not top-notch, his backing is not that strong, and he cannot afford to offend Mr. Qi.

Of course, Mr. Qi is a civilized person, and he didn't come here to smash the field, but if he gets angry, maybe it's okay.

Manager Zhou went out to meet Qi Beisong in trepidation, but the latter didn't pay attention to him, and went into private room 388 without saying a word.

This is complicated, what do you want to do?

Manager Zhou thought about it for a long time, first prepared a table for him and Chen Chuan, and then asked Chen Chuan for instructions with a smiling face.

Since the day he followed Qi Beisong, Chen Chuan has looked down on this Zhou surname for no reason. Let's go~"

Manager Zhou said okay, I'll stick to the original plan, so he sent someone to Qi Beisong.

He knew Qi Beisong well, he was chosen according to his preferences, he was beautiful and obedient, with a flexible waist, rich experience would make him interesting, and he was still a new face to the guests of Shuiyue Villa.

What's more important is that this person is three points like Cheng Ji, both of whom have beautiful eyebrows and big eyes, the difference is that this person's temperament is more feminine, while Cheng Ji is handsome and vigorous.

That's why Manager Zhou is the old fox, who has at least 3000 years of practice in such matters. He has long seen that Qi Beisong's crux lies in Cheng Ji, but the kid hasn't shown up these days, and he hasn't had time to find him yet.

Qi Beisong also noticed that the little MB in front of him was similar to Cheng Ji, he was surprised at first, then left him as expected, but within a minute, he sent him out again intact.

He shouted listlessly in the room: "Chen Chuan!"

Chen Chuan had no choice but to go in and ask what was the matter.

Qi Beisong leaned on the sofa, slanted his cigarette in his mouth and said, "Talk with me for a while."

Chen Chuan's head was full of black lines, thinking that the night is sultry and the evening wind is intoxicating, you don't play with a good beauty, let me accompany you to talk nonsense, are you interested in me?The words you scolded me for being black last month are still ringing in my ears. Others can see everything when the lights are turned off, but Chen Chuan can’t find it... Although I’m darker, I’m still above average in terms of appearance!

"What's the matter?" Chen Chuan asked, "If you are not satisfied, find another one?"

Anyway, you Lao Qi only have so much entertainment, if the physical needs are not resolved, the psychological problems will be more serious in the future!

Qi Beisong exhaled smoke rings and said, "Forget it..."

"how?"

"The accent is different..."

"What's different?" Due to shock, Chen Chuan insisted on widening his eyes with a slightly fierce look three times!When little MB was kicked out of the gate by Qi Beisong a few minutes ago, he was also dumbfounded.

Qi Beisong said: "He can't do anything, he can't talk back, he can't pinch my leg, twist my arm, throw me over my shoulder when I lose my center of gravity, or use a fist The second joint of the middle finger hit my Adam's apple, and I was very relieved standing in front of him."

"Relax...don't worry?" Chen Chuan asked.

"Okay," Qi Beisong rested his head on his hands, his handsome face was blurred by the dense smoke, "It's just boring, and my interest is waning."

"..." (Chen Chuan)

Qi Beisong said: "There is something really wrong with me. When I fought with that person in the afternoon, it was as hard as something. Now I just feel bored."

Chen Chuan was amused and thought: fight?Shallow?Fighting can beat your brain like this?

I think you might be raped by him!

Knowingly, he asked, "Who are you fighting with?"

"Who are you talking about?" Qi Beisong asked back.

Chen Chuan earnestly said: "You can't beat Xiao Cheng all the time! He is a little smaller than you, unlike your upper body who looks like a fan. He is still old and sick. He just went to the hospital yesterday to have his stitches removed, and he called out in the morning. My back hurts!"

"He hit me!" Qi Beisong rolled his eyes.

He asked again: "He said his back hurts? What's the way?"

Chen Chuan said: "How do I know that the waist is on his body?"

Qi Beisong's heart ached so badly, he clearly sent him to be practiced by Cheng Ji, but in the end he felt sorry for him instead.

He buried his head in silence, his face was gloomy, and Chen Chuan didn't know what to do.

Chen Chuan gossips, but he doesn't talk like Wang Beifeng, and he has one intestine to the end.He vaguely understood why Qi Beisong was unhappy these days, but in his capacity, he couldn't intervene in such matters, and no one was qualified to express his opinion.

He can't say to his boss: If you like him, then don't hold it up, just open your heart and like him, no matter who he is.

He knows what kind of personality Qi Beisong is inside. Qi Beisong seems to be indifferent, but in fact it is because he has not met anyone who makes him care. Once that person appears, he will be unique, and then he will not be able to come out. Talk a little crazy.

That guy seemed to show up, but unfortunately it wasn't in tune, he was straight.

Chen Chuan sighed vulgarly that good fortune made people fool, and felt sorry for Qi Beisong.In order to make the boss happy, he thought over and over again, finding nothing to say: "I think the kid who went out just now looks a bit like Xiao Cheng's."

Qi Beisong really smiled: "You also think it looks like it?"

Chen Chuan nodded.

Qi Beisong said: "It really does look like one-third of the profile, but it doesn't look the same when turned around. Cheng Ji's eyes are fiercer than his, and it makes me feel hairy."

Chen Chuan asked a little bluntly: "Fat hair or hair sao?"

Qi Beisong rolled his eyes at him: "Get out!!"

After he finished smoking, he got up to leave. Chen Chuan asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go home to sleep."

"..." Why did Chen Chuan think about going home to sleep again? Do you really want to solve your physical problems?

He asked, "Would you like to go play with your buddies?"

Qi Beisong thought for a while, and said, "Forget it, they don't want to drink plain wine, and I don't want to touch the flower game, so don't make everyone unhappy."

Chen Chuan went to the cloakroom to take out his coat, and finally couldn't hold back, and asked, "Did Xiao Cheng hit you on the head? Do you want to know more about Stockholm Syndrome?"

"No need." Qi Beisong straightened his clothes and said, "He's not a kidnapper, and I don't love him either."

Qi Beisong went home to sleep, and Chen Chuan felt bad for him.

He called Lei Jing, and when he was connected, he recited: "Ask what love is in the world!"

Lei Jing hurriedly wanted to hang up, and Chen Chuan shouted: "Zhijiao is a promise of life and death!!"

"..." Lei Jing asked, "Are you sick?"

Chen Chuan asked: "Boss Lei, are you straight?"

"……Yup."

"Then why didn't you find a woman to marry?"

Lei Jing's wife is not a woman, she can also be her husband.

Lei Jing said: "Because I only like him, I will be straight without him, and I don't care about anything in front of him."

"Tsk tsk, this love talk!" Chen Chuan asked, "Have you told him?"

"You want to take care of it?" Lei Jing said.

Chen Chuan said: "This shows that there is still hope, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"There is still hope!" Chen Chuan hung up the phone just like that.

"..." Lei Jing grabbed the phone inexplicably.

Suffering from love, Qi Beisong walked around in the bedroom like a sleepy beast, not to mention sleeping, he couldn't even lie down for a minute.

It was still early, only after eight o'clock in the evening, and every second of the silent night seemed so long.

He had never felt that his bedroom was so empty, those curtains, floors, carpets, furniture, electrical appliances...everything seemed to be thousands of miles apart, and they were all so lonely guarding a corner, and he even felt sorry for those dead things.

Cheng Ji took root in his mind, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, when he stood up, Cheng Ji looked at him from the boundless deep blue sea outside the window; when he lay down, Cheng Ji seemed to be lying on the pillow , lowered his head, his long and thick black eyelashes trembling.

He looked at the cell phone thrown by the bed, where Cheng Ji's number was stored today, and the name was "Little Bastard".

The little bastard couldn't possibly love him, and he lost control the moment he touched the little bastard, how could he pull back his bridle so that he wouldn't look so shameful, or make trouble out of no reason?

"..." Qi Beisong rubbed his face in boredom, turned on the TV, let the sound fill the space, and filled himself up.

Suddenly the phone rang, and he didn't want to answer it at all. Later, he remembered that the ringtone came from his private number. He was afraid that something happened at home, so he went to check it, but the words "little bastard" were clearly flashing on the screen!

This is the bastard today, the second time, to take the initiative to call him!

Qi Beisong was so excited that he almost fainted, took a deep breath, pressed the answer button, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Ji is washing clothes, with both hands in the basin, holding the phone between his face and shoulders.

As soon as he heard the other party's cold voice, he felt a little regretful and felt that he was abrupt. After all, the difference in status was too great. He was a prince and he was a poor man. Moreover, they were not familiar with each other enough to talk at night. What they were talking about was that the other party did not feel things of interest.

He froze for a moment and said, "I...I made a mistake."

"Wrong call?" Qi Beisong was immediately disappointed and annoyed, "Who did you want to call?"

Cheng Ji said: "I washed the clothes with both hands and dialed the number with my face, so I dialed the wrong number."

Qi Beisong remained silent for a while.

Cheng Jizhen regretted it so much that he wanted to put his head under the cold tap and rush it away!What is he doing?It's okay to harass others, their time is eight hundred times more precious than your own!

"I...I hung up." He said in a panic, "I'm doing laundry!"

Qi Beisong suddenly asked: "Wash by hand?"

"hold head high."

"No washing machine?"

Cheng Ji smiled: "Where can a hospital patient get a washing machine?"

"Wash what?"

"I just wiped my mother's body and washed her changed clothes."

Qi Beisong felt distressed: "Aren't your hands cold?"

Of course the ice, the running water was bone-chillingly cold, and there was no heating in the empty laundry room under snowy skies.

"It's okay, I'll wash it quickly."

"What do you want to say?" Qi Beisong realized that Cheng Ji had actually made the right call, and this discovery made him secretly happy.

Cheng Ji said: "It's about how to crack the two-handed gun we practiced this afternoon, and I thought of another trick, that is... ouch!!"

Qi Beisong's heart skipped a beat, thinking he had fallen, he quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Ji was in a hurry and said for a while, "It's okay, I slipped when I was holding the washing powder, and the basin overturned. It's the one with the gun in both hands..."

Qi Beisong said, "Wait."

"what?"

Qi Beisong wanted to go there, he wanted to stand in front of him and supervise him personally, and listen to him with his own ears!

Seeing and not seeing, bridle and horse!

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, his little bastard is washing clothes in cold water in the cement coffin of Changkang Hospital, whether it is possible or not? !

Let's get this out of the way and say goodbye!