[Transmigration Book] His white moonlight became an assist

"Did the wound hurt last night?"

Qi Chi put the porridge bowl aside and asked softly.

Cheng Yourang thought to himself, no wonder he had a serious face early in the morning, making him think that his time was approaching.

"It's a little bit, just bear with it."

He groaned in pain last night. Although he tried his best to suppress his voice, he still woke up Qi Chi who was sleeping beside him.

Seeing him suffer, he felt the same pain in his heart.

"Tell me if it hurts, I..."

He suddenly got stuck, not knowing what he could do for him.

Before the corner of his mouth was pulled down, Cheng Yourang wiped his mouth with a tissue, wiped off all the porridge stuck to the corner of his mouth, and then raised his head: "It hurts, how about a kiss?"

He didn't treat himself very meticulously, and when he wiped his mouth, he just wiped it with a paper towel a few times, which made his lips very dry.

Qi Chi gently sucked on his lips, finally making those dry lips moist.

And Cheng Yourang, who used to be reserved and reserved when doing these things, seemed dissatisfied with his lip balm-like kiss, so he opened his lips and gently tested it, which attracted the man to drive straight in and deepen the kiss.

The kiss was exciting, when he suddenly heard Cheng Yourang groan, Qi Chi immediately let go of him, carefully observing his face: "What's wrong? Did I press on your wound?"

"No," Cheng Yourang shook his head and looked behind him, "Your little assistant is here."

Xiao He came in with the puppy in his arms, and suddenly received his boss' slap in the face, and his original good mood disappeared immediately: "Hey, brother!"

"How many times have I reminded you, remember to knock on the door, how can you remember?"

After knowing the reason why he was stabbed, Xiao He couldn't help but hesitated for a long time: "Next time... definitely next time."

Cheng Yourang didn't know if he saw it, but after all, he kissed in front of others, a little embarrassed, and turned his face away.

Xiao He gave the white dumpling to Qi Chi, and Qi Chi patted its head and put it on his lap: "Come, let mom give you a hug!"

Cheng Yourang quickly turned his face back: "Are you sick?"

Qi Chi teased the fat and white puppy on his lap, and said with a smile, "I am his father, and you are my boyfriend. Isn't this our child?"

Cheng Yourang didn't get caught by him, and said viciously: "Then let him call Dad to listen."

Knowing that he couldn't be teased, Qi Chi stretched out his hand and pulled him to his side, sticking to his ear: "It doesn't know how to bark, why don't you think about me?"

In the room where there were clearly three people, but one person didn't seem to exist, Cheng Yourang blushed, hammered him on the chest in shame and annoyance, and didn't look up for a long time.

Xiao He stood aside, embarrassed and didn't know what to say.He could only stare at the bare tree trunk outside the window.

"Go if you are busy, and come back when you are not busy."

After a while, Cheng Yourang said.

He could see that he asked Xiao He to bring the white dumpling here not only because he hadn't seen it for a long time, but mainly because he wanted it to accompany him to entertain him when he was away.

And now there is an assistant standing beside him stupidly, obviously waiting for him.

Qi Chi was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect that he would have guessed it before he even started to explain.But thinking that his boyfriend is so smart, he didn't think there was any problem, so he lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead: "Then I'll go to the company first, and I'll come back when I'm done."

"Don't wander around, wait for me to come back, if I haven't come back at noon, you can decide what you want to eat."

When he reached the door, he stepped back uneasy and gave him instructions.

Cheng Yourang felt that he treated him like a child, but he was quite happy: "Understood, I won't go anywhere and wait for you to come back here. Go, go early and return early."

Qi Chi rushed back in three steps at a time, and put his face in front of him: "I'm leaving, give me a kiss."

He stood in front of him tightly, and Cheng Yourang couldn't see Xiao He's expression behind him, so he was probably going crazy.

He pursed his lips and leaned over to kiss his lips.

"Okay, let's go."

"Okay, wait for me to come back."

Cheng Yourang nodded and sent him out again, but regretted seeing him finally disappear behind the door.

If only I could have stayed a little longer.

He went out and didn't come back at night.

Cheng You let himself eat lunch and dinner, and spent a day in the ward with a dog.

When Qi Chi came back, it was already dark outside. When he opened the door, he found that there was only a lamp on inside, and the man was sitting on the bed with a laptop computer in his arms.

He walked over, wanted to give him a crooked look but was indifferent, and looked resentfully at the computer screen with the game interface on: "Where did this come from?"

Cheng You clicked his fingers wildly, and took the time to reply: "Qiao Shumu sent it to me, saying that he was afraid that I would be bored."

"When will this round be over?"

Cheng Yourang's eyes were still fixed on the screen: "It will take a while, you should go wash up first."

"I brought you hot milk. I'll drink it later. I also bought a porridge. If you're hungry, eat some."

Cheng Yourang said impatiently: "Understood, you can go now."

After packing up and then coming out, Qi Chi happened to see that his round was over and he had already won.He quickly grabbed the computer in his hand: "Stop playing, it's time to rest."

"What time is it?" Cheng Yourang glared at him, and raised his hand, but he still didn't put it down.

Qi Chi grabbed his raised hand: "I want to turn on the light, you get used to it."

Cheng Yourang was taken aback for a moment before realizing that he had turned off the lights.Cooperating with him, just now he was groping to wash and walk back and forth in the dark?

He asked embarrassingly, "Why didn't you open it just now?"

Qi Chi brought the porridge and milk over, and replied with a smile, "Because the kid in front of me is only focused on playing games, and I'm afraid that turning on the light will dazzle his eyes, and he will be implicated if he loses."

Cheng Yourang pouted: "I won't lose."

Qi Chi didn't expect him to be moved, so he rubbed his head lovingly: "Eat something before going to sleep."

"Not too hungry, just drink milk."

Cheng Yourang took the milk to drink, it was still warm.After taking a few sips, I suddenly realized that there was a person next to me: "Do you want to drink?"

Qi Chi opened his eyes and looked at him, his eyes had already given the answer.

Cheng Yourang handed the milk to him, and said disgustedly: "Why don't you know that you want to buy an extra copy?"

The giant baby who drank milk from his hand smiled, his eyes sparkling.

Qi Chi refused to return the computer and asked him to go to bed.After he fought to no avail, he lay down obediently and got into his arms.

The two beds were still joined together, Qi Chi separated them this morning, Cheng Yourang wondered why he did so.

But he answered righteously: "I don't mind, but you want all the doctors and nurses to know about our relationship?"

Cheng Yourang thought about it, and acquiesced to his approach.

Anyway, Qi Chi didn't know when the bed was put together again, but he could think of who put them together again.

Qi Chi kissed him on the face: "Do you like playing games?"

"It's okay, just for fun when you're bored."

"Then you can't patronize the game and forget about your husband and son."

Looking at the "son" sleeping in a corner, Cheng Yourang became stubborn: "You have a big face or something? I don't want to be your wife and stepmother!"

"Then why don't we wait until you're discharged from the hospital to get a certificate? I'm legally your husband? Are you merciful enough to recognize our son?"

Cheng Yourang snorted coldly, still wanting to save face: "I call you husband just for our amusement, don't push yourself."

Qi Chi lowered his head and kissed him, and when he couldn't bear the bewilderment, he seduced, "Call me husband."

Cheng Yourang couldn't bear his strong and domineering deep kisses, and her mind was still not clear after each time, so she would be coaxed by him, so she called out, "Husband."

Qi Chi lowered his head and kissed the tip of his nose again: "Well, you're so cute."

It took a long time for Cheng Yourang to regain his strength, and punched him on the lower abdomen: "You are bullying again!"

Qi Chi said boldly: "How can I bully you? I'm bullying you if you enjoy kissing you too much?"

Cheng Yourang snorted coldly and buried her face in his arms, not wanting to look at him again.

Qi Chi plucked his hair wildly, and rubbed his fingers deep and shallow in his hair, enjoying himself.

"Don't touch my scalp," Cheng You let the voice come from behind the fabric of the clothes, "It's too comfortable, I can't bear it."

Qi Chi found pleasure in being so frank, hooked the corner of his mouth, and gently pressed his thumb on his temple: "Is it comfortable, hubby?"

His voice is hoarse and magnetic, and when he deliberately lowers his voice, it makes people feel hot just by listening to it.

Cheng Yourang felt that what he said seemed to be pressed on him.

Suddenly, Cheng Yourang got up and climbed onto him, with an obvious smirk in his tone: "The night is dark and the wind is high, let's do something interesting!"

Qi Chi was afraid that he would fall and touch his injury, so he grabbed Tingting's arm with both hands to stabilize him, and said in a anxious tone, "You still have an injury in your back, come down quickly!"

Cheng Yourang was displeased and said, "It hasn't started yet, can you act like a man?"

Even if he was questioned, Qi Chi still tried his best to maintain his rationality, and after silently saying "he is not in good health" several times in his heart, he said with difficulty: "Don't mess around, come down!"

Cheng Yourang didn't listen to him, and still went his own way: "When I recover from my injury, you can push me down, I have no objection."

Thinking that he might have made a mistake, Qi Chi was about to explain when he heard a chuckle from the person beside him, and his tone was full of jokes: "It's so fast!"

Qi Chi grabbed his hand even harder, and said in a sharp tone, "You're not recovering from your injury, what's the fuss?"

Cheng Yourang, who was suspected, didn't take it seriously, and proactively advised him: "It's not impossible if the injury is not healed, you make me feel so uncomfortable, let me help you?"

Qi Chi was also a little tired from being dealt with by him, and asked him what he couldn't understand with normal thinking: "How can you help?"

"I can give you—" Cheng Yourang lowered his head and bit his face lightly, "Is that so?"

Qi Chi quickly understood what he meant, suppressed his surprise and couldn't help asking: "Is your injury okay?"

Cheng Yourang himself was not as worried about his body as he was, so he said indifferently: "It's okay, just call Dad!"

He is purely a mouthy type, and he dares to say anything when he is in the mood.After this requirement was mentioned, he also felt that it was unrealistic for Qi Chi, who had a big attack setting, to say such things. He felt that he had been brainwashed by his sentence "Think about me" in the morning, and his mind was abnormal.

"It's okay, if you don't call me—"

"dad."

Just as Cheng Yourang was about to repent, he heard him speak out. Although his own voice overshadowed his, the words still fell into his ears verbatim.

"Damn, you are so lucky to have such a good father as me."

Cheng Yourang was setting off fireworks in his head, making a lot of noise, blowing all his reason and patience to pieces.

He crawled towards the end of the bed, hooking his reddened fingers around the soft fabric.

"Cooperate!"

As soon as Cheng Yourang greeted him, he buried his head and couldn't see his face.

Pull the lights!

----

In the quiet room, his violent panting sounds like a huge compliment to Cheng Yourang.As soon as he was proud, he was about to go deeper, when suddenly he folded his hands, and the pain from his back made him unable to help but let out a scream.

"what--"

【Speak】

can it hold up?

Last night I dreamed that I was writing Huangwen, and my sister found out about it, so I woke up in shock