[Transmigration Book] His white moonlight became an assist

It was still hot and stuffy in the afternoon, and it rained suddenly in the evening.

The driver parked the car at the gate of the community, looked at the heavy rain outside, and then looked worriedly at the young man sitting in the co-pilot: "It's raining too much, it will fall as soon as you say it, is there anyone to pick you up?"

But the young man in the driver's seat with only a mobile phone in his hand seemed not afraid of the rain hitting the car body at all. He only thanked him, opened the car door and rushed into the downpour.

The sudden rainstorm was accompanied by howling winds. The windows of the room were left open, and the things inside were shaken left and right, almost unable to stand.

Just as Qi Chi closed the window, he inadvertently lowered his head and saw a familiar figure downstairs.

But in the blink of an eye, the figure was gone.

He felt that his eyes might be dazzled. There was so much rain and the street lights couldn't illuminate much of the area. How could someone run through the rain?

He picked up the things that had fallen on the ground and put them back in their place.But when he passed the bathroom on the way back to the living room, he still slipped out a bath towel out of it.

Just before he walked to the sofa and had no time to sit down, the doorbell rang.

He walked over to open the door without any hesitation, and saw his boyfriend standing at the door, his whole body drenched in rain.

"Why is it raining so hard here?"

He immediately pulled the man in, put a dry bath towel on him, and knelt down to change his shoes.

Cheng Yourang didn't wake up until he was pushed all the way to the bathroom door, and grabbed his wrist: "I have something to tell you."

Qi Chi touched his head, and his hair was also wet: "Take a bath first, and catch a cold later."

Cheng Yourang didn't listen to him, and even grabbed his hand after being pushed inside: "It's very important, I don't know how to explain it clearly to you."

"Then wash together?"

Qi Chi spoke quickly, but he regretted it immediately after blurting out the words.

They had just had a dispute a few hours ago, and it was a bit too serious for me to make such a request at this time.

But Cheng Yourang only took a look at him and nodded obediently.

If it weren't for the last bit of reason, Qi Chi would have pushed him onto the tiles and started undressing.

He licked his lips restrainedly, and pushed Cheng Yourang a step forward with all his patience, and retreated outside by himself: "Your clothes are all wet, take a hot bath first, and I'll get you clothes."

After speaking, he closed the door forcefully, not even giving himself a chance to take a peek.

Cheng Yourang didn't see Qi Chi in the living room when he came out of the shower, and found that the study room was lit and the door was ajar, so he pushed the door open and went in.

As soon as he entered, he saw Qi Chi sitting at the desk writing something.

"The hair is still dripping, why don't you wipe it?"

As soon as he walked over, before he could speak, he saw the person in front of the desk look up. As soon as he saw himself, he immediately bounced up, and rushed outside to get a dry towel.Then he sat down on the chair and wiped his hair.

He shook his head, and just as he was about to say that the water in his ears was uncomfortable, the water on his ears was wiped away.

This service is simply according to his heart.

Sitting on the chair, Cheng Yourang saw the file bag and a pile of papers on his desk, and asked, "What are you writing?"

"Inheritance distribution."

While wiping his hair, Cheng Yourang suddenly looked up at him, and wiped the towel viciously across his forehead, but he didn't care about these small details: "Why are you writing this?"

Qi Chi looked down at him: "After I die, all my property will be given to you."

Cheng Yourang suddenly raised the volume, and asked again: "I don't want your money, why are you writing this?"

"Domestic laws do not allow me to give you a guarantee, this is a promise I can give you."

"There are so many people who get married and divorce every year. What's the use of asking for so much money if you're not by my side?"

Hearing his anxious tone, Qi Chi suddenly laughed, reached out and pinched his face: "It's just a distribution of inheritance, why are you nervous?"

The pain on his face made Cheng Yourang sober for a while, before he realized it belatedly: "Is this the guarantee you gave me?"

Qi Chi nodded and looked at him seriously: "I know you don't need this guarantee, but I hope you can accept it."

The perspectives of the two people are reversed. Looking at each other from this angle may not be very good-looking, but neither of them thinks there is anything bad about the other.

Qi Chi grabbed the back of the chair, slowly leaned over, and kissed his lips in this inversion.

Since grandma was hospitalized, the two haven't seen each other for almost a week, except for the time in the small garden of the hospital today, and they haven't been intimate for a long time.

They were all very devoted to this kiss, even in such an awkward posture, they eagerly wanted to find out what the other party was like in this state.

After the kiss was over, Qi Chi picked him up from the chair, supported his legs and put him on the desk, while standing in front of him, holding his face again.

The delicate and lingering kiss fell on the face, and the warm breath made people blush.

Cheng Yourang stretched out his hand and gently pushed him: "Do you want grandma to rest assured?"

Maybe because he was too involved in kissing him, Qi Chi didn't answer.

"Grandma knows, she told me, she already knew."

The lips that were wandering on his face stopped suddenly, Qi Chi opened his mouth almost inconceivably, and it took him a long time to find his voice: "She knows?"

Cheng Yourang grabbed his hand, put it to his lips and kissed his palm: "Why do you think we are so stupid, grandma watched me grow up, why can't she see that we are already together?"

Qi Chi was still in the shock of being found out by grandma: "Then what did she say...does she agree with us?"

"Guess?" Cheng Yourang made a grimace. He didn't really wait for him to guess, and immediately answered, "She likes you so much that she wants you to be her grandson. I didn't expect her own grandson to be so upbeat. came back."

There was surprise in Qi Chi's eyes, and it was even more unbelievable: "Really?"

Cheng Yourang waved to him.

He approached obediently, and soft lips were suddenly attached to his lips.

Cheng Yourang, who succeeded in the sneak attack, laughed: "When will you be free to meet a parent?"

There were only two people in the room, but when they saw the smile in each other's eyes, they couldn't help laughing again.

An hour ago, the warm yellow light was on in the ward, just like the gentle light in the eyes of an old man, making people feel comfortable.

"At first, I was worried that my doll was under too much pressure. Later, when I saw Xiao Qi, I finally realized that my doll was in love!"

Grandma's voice was vicissitudes but gentle: "I know you dare not tell me. Did you quarrel with Xiao Qi just now because of this? I also want to find a time to talk to you about this matter, but I didn't expect you to tell me first It's over. You can ask Xiaoqi and his mother when they are free, so why don't you come over to have a meal together?"

Cheng Yourang, who was originally sitting on the chair, took a step forward, squatted down in front of the hospital bed, and reached out to hold grandma's hand: "Thank you, grandma. Thank you for accepting us, thank you..."

Grandma stroked his head with her other hand.

Obviously it was just a little bit close to the forehead twenty years ago, but now it has been so long and so much.

"What's the matter. You are happy, and I am happy for you that you can be with the person you like!"

Cheng Yourang didn't expect that after staying in this world for so long and changing so many plots, in the end he would become timid in front of these plots.

Fortunately, he has done it.He is the one who writes the text, and he also becomes the one who revises the text. His world is getting better.

Cheng Yourang leaned on Qi Chi's shoulder, remembering many things from the past, until now he finally figured out the meaning: "Every time as long as you live with me, grandma will go to a far away vegetable market to buy vegetables the next morning. , came back very late. You said she didn't give you enough time on purpose, did she?"

Qi Chi didn't know these things, but when he heard him say it, he showed a rascal smile: "Then grandma knows, I have to take responsibility."

Cheng Yourang breathed into his face, and suddenly became serious again: "I was wrong when I said you today. I know that ever since you stopped perverting, you have always cared about my wishes, and everything I said was angry. Are you mad at me?"

It stands to reason that he has handed over the steps at this time, and Qi Chi should hurry down if he has some EQ, but he frowned, and his tone was a little bit aggrieved: "A little bit."

"Then I apologize to you?"

"You coax me."

Hearing this, Cheng Yourang gave a "tsk", as if a little helpless: "Next time you go to eat at home, please bring the bride price. It seems that it will not be able to go back after it rains so heavily tonight."