[Transmigration Book] His white moonlight became an assist

The sun shines through the windows and falls on the old room, and you can see the dust raised in the air.

Cheng Yourang was standing in front of a desk, wrapping something square with a piece of kraft paper.With a serious look on his face, he repeatedly compared the corners of each folded corner several times.

He heard the loud bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang

He finally finished the work at hand, glanced at the clock on the wall, took out a handbag of a suitable size that he had prepared earlier from the drawer, and put the thing into the bag again.

After finishing all this, he finally looked up at the door, as if he finally discovered the unusual noise outside.

He opened the door and saw several large cardboard boxes in the living room, and a woman was standing at the door directing people to remove those large cardboard boxes.

Cheng Yourang walked up to the woman and remained silent.

The woman looked to be in her thirties or forties, and she could vaguely see her youthful beauty from her facial features, but unfortunately her face was tired and her skin was not in good shape.

After taking what he handed to her, she only glanced through the bag, and the woman knew what it was.

Her eyes were red, but there were no tears.After lowering her head and calming down for a while, she returned the handbag to him again: "You can keep this photo for yourself, I have it in my mobile phone."

Cheng You made his lips move, but he didn't say anything. He held the handbag in his hand, and silently watched with lowered eyes that all the big cardboard boxes in the house were gone, and everyone was gone.

Those few boxes didn't take much away, and there seemed to be nothing different in this small house from before.

But he felt empty.

How free is it?

He thought, if he said a word in it, would he have to listen to his own echo as the only response.

Cheng Yourang frowned, he didn't know what he was sad about now, no one would care anyway.

But, no one cares anyway, why can't he give up on himself too.

In the future, no one will make those strict demands on him, no invisible and intangible goals have been set for him, and no one will have expectations of him anymore.

He leaned against the wall, motionless.In my heart, I resigned myself to thinking about the future without anyone.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the closed door, as if he heard a knock on the door.

But who will knock on this door?

He closed his eyes, and kept telling himself in his heart that he was hallucinating, and the car that carried his last relative and several large cardboard boxes had been driving for a long time without knowing how far away.

But why the more he told himself that, the voice seemed to become clearer?

It's like knocking on your own ear.

Finally, the voice was gone.

He smiled in despair, telling himself how ridiculous it was for him to expect so much.

But in the next second, he seemed to smell a faint birch fragrance, and someone embraced him from the front.

A beautiful bell sounded, accompanied by a strong vibration.

Cheng Yourang woke up suddenly, and found that the ceiling was still in front of him. He had a dream just now.

It's just that the feeling in the dream is too real, and there seems to be a trace of warmth in his hands now.

He turned off the noisy alarm clock, stayed in bed for a while, scratched his hair and sat up.

He got up and started to fix himself.

I made an appointment with Qi Chi to watch a movie today, and he agreed last night when he was unconscious for some reason.

Before going out, he grabbed the soda on the table and took a sip, feeling the pain on the tip of his tongue.

Yesterday's kiss was passionate and fierce, his lip was bitten, and the taste of rust spread in his mouth, sparking a hot tide.

Cheng Yourang felt that maybe it was because he was frightened a little yesterday and was bitten intentionally by that person later, so he nodded and agreed to today's date due to bloodshot brain.

Watching movies is the favorite thing for young couples to do.

He took a taxi by himself, it was still cold outside, and the wind blowing on his face seemed to cut him even more.

Qi Chi sent him a message at noon saying that he suddenly had a job and really didn't have time to pick him up.Originally, he said that he would call someone to pick him up, but Cheng Yourang didn't like this kind of gesture like a young mistress, so he refused decisively.

Qi Chi couldn't resist him, and was afraid that he wouldn't go if he got angry, so he could only let him go, and specially transferred a sum of money for a taxi.

When rich people sprinkled water, Cheng Yourang picked it up.Anyway, a little taxi fare would not cost him himself.

It's just that when he arrived at the movie theater ahead of time, the movie ticket checking was about to start, and Qi Chi hadn't come yet.

The last message was an hour ago, saying that he might be late for a while.

Arriving a little late and pigeons are completely of two natures!

He called him several times angrily, but at first he didn't answer and returned a few system messages, and then he shut down the phone directly.

He was so angry that he directly blocked him and went in alone with the ticket.

Qi Chi didn't know why everything had piled up until today, or it didn't explode until today.

He was dragged to a meeting from the afternoon, which continued into the evening.

During the meeting, the phone was required to be muted. He picked up the phone to look at it from time to time, and was spotted by the chairman sitting diagonally across from him.

He looked at his watch, and the closer he got to the start of the movie, the more anxious he became.

And the people who held meetings with him were either elders or peers who were much older than him.

A group of people were sitting at the conference table, and suddenly saw a person whose comment was "Baby" called him several times.

Qi Chi blushed a little on rare occasions, and hurriedly walked over to turn off the phone amidst panting, and then continued the meeting as if nothing had happened.

But Cheng Yourang was not someone who would wink at others.One call was not answered, and immediately a second and third came.

He was going to get his phone again, but the chairman who was close to him snatched it up, turned off his phone and threw it aside.

Everyone knows that the chairman is not only the highest authority in the company, but also his own father.His own father turned off his mobile phone, and with so many people in the audience, no one dared to speak out, let alone speak up for him.

So this young master, who was the second largest in the company in the eyes of outsiders, sat down in his seat with an aggrieved face and finished the meeting.

Xiao He, who was waiting in the office, heard the boss push the door in. Just as he took his eyes away from the computer screen, he saw that the boss had gone out with a briefcase.

He hurriedly called to him: "Brother, where are you going?"

Qi Chi turned his head and glanced at him, leaving a sentence, "I have a video conference tonight, I'm going to leave beforehand" and really left.

He drove to the cinema that he had made an appointment with Cheng Yourang, but he couldn't get through after calling several times, so he changed the number and called, and sure enough, the connection didn't take long.

"It's me, where are you? I'm coming to you."

"No, it's not necessary."

Cheng Yourang's tone was cold, and he was really angry again.

"Wait there for a while, I'll pick you up."

Not long after the movie ended, Qi Chi guessed that he hadn't left yet, but he wasn't sure if he would obediently wait for him there.

After getting out of the car, he quickly headed in the direction of the studio, walking rather than running.

The film studio was in the shopping mall, and as soon as he approached the entrance of the shopping mall, he saw Cheng Yourang wearing a long camel-colored trench coat standing under the street lamp.

With so many people coming and going on the road, he was shrouded in the light, and he saw him at a glance.

Cheng Yourang raised his hand and waved, as if greeting someone, but not towards him.

Qi Chi followed his gaze and looked over, and saw a few girls with their arms hooked.

They also waved at him as a response.

When they had merged into the crowd, Qi Chi stepped forward, tied the scarf in his hand around his neck, and adjusted the length for him: "Meet someone you know?"

Cheng Yourang saw him just now, knowing that he stood aside and witnessed the whole process, so he didn't hide it: "No, someone I don't know."

"Then you're still smiling so happily?"

Cheng Yourang pouted: "I just have a good smile, why don't people laugh?"

Qi Chi knew that this person was good-looking, and it was rare for him to be so self-aware, so he pinched his face with his hand: "Then you should smile now."

Cheng Yourang patted his hand off, rubbed his face painfully: "I can't laugh, get out!"

"What did you guys talk about, people you don't know?"

"Ask me for WeChat."

Qi Chi gave him a hand to adjust the scarf: "Then did you give it?"

Cheng Yourang rolled his eyes: "What's none of your business?"

"Since I'm pursuing you, it's still necessary for me to know how many competitors I have."

Cheng Yourang let out a "cut": "You are still sour, girl."

As soon as this sentence was finished, the mocking smile on his face froze.

He remembered that he seemed to be a serious straight man since he was a child?

But Qi Chi got a great hint from this sentence, and felt a little relieved.Afraid of making him angry again, I didn't dare to say this again, so I changed the subject: "There is something wrong with the new project I'm in charge of. I was in a meeting just now, and I really can't leave. I didn't mean to put you off, I'm sorry!"

Cheng You gave him a blank look and walked forward.

"Don't be angry, it's my fault, I apologize."

Cheng Yourang ignored him and continued walking.

"Is the movie good? What's it about?"

"It's beautiful, it looks better when you're not here."

"Don't be angry, are you hungry, why don't you go have some supper?"

"Don't eat, lose weight."

Qi Chi walked to his left and carefully protected him in the road: "Why are you losing weight if you are not fat? Come on, go eat something?"

"No!" Cheng Yourang said angrily, "I have no meat on my face and you still pinch it every day. If you don't want it, you can use it to make braised pig's trotters!"

Knowing that he was losing his temper again, Qi Chi rubbed him into his arms and coaxed him softly: "You are so cute, it has nothing to do with being fat. You are too thin and there is no flesh on your face. Grandma should feel distressed when she sees it. Shouldn't you eat more?"

Cheng You, who was wrapped around his shoulders, pushed his elbow back and hit him directly on the stomach: "Nonsense."

Although Qi Chi was in pain, he was not angry, and led him into a snack street: "I happened to be here, so why don't you just eat something?"

It is a long snack street, selling all kinds of things, and every shop is full of people.

Cheng Yourang didn't want to eat it, but the aroma tried hard to get into his nose.

"Then just have a roasted pig's trotter."

Qi Chi looked in the direction of his finger, and the five big characters of "Golden Roasted Pig's Trotter" hung above his head gleamingly.