I am poor, I installed [Quick Transmigration]

Bai Mengxi looked hopeful, "Mr. Bo, I'm Bai Mengxi."

Rong Huai is close at hand, within reach, and Bo Yan's eyes are full of only him, and there is no one else to see.

As if he didn't see Bai Mengxi's pink cheeks and shy expression, he said impatiently, "Who are you?"

Bai Mengxi's look of anticipation suddenly froze on his face.

Rong Huai took a sip of warm water, raised his eyes and smiled.

His eyes shone brightly, his lips were stained with water stains, and the tip of his tongue was faintly visible in his lips. Bo Yan tightened his eyes slightly with his big hands, and there was a smoldering heat in his eyes.

It was this laughter that stimulated Bai Mengxi. He bit his lower lip until it turned white, and raised his voice: "Mr. Bo, I was funded by you to go to university. When I was in university, you came to our university to give lectures."

Bo Yan's eyes were like black ink, and his long eyebrows raised into a sneer: "So? I sponsor thousands of students a year, if not tens of thousands. What are you? I want to remember you?"

He wished he could seize all the time he could be with Rong Huai, it was Zhang Tezhu who got the idea, knowing that he had a bad temper, he didn't even dare to show up, this Bai Mengxi who came out of nowhere is still jumping around here, Bo Yan But don't care what live broadcast or not, just open up.

His deep and magnetic voice is very distinctive, and the barrage immediately recognized him as the man who did not appear in the steam clock before, and was a guest staff member.

There was a discussion two days ago. The man only appeared once in that session, and he was in charge of Rong Huai. When other guests came later, the staff would be in charge.

Now the truth finally came out.

The guest star that day turned out to be Bo Yan!Bo Yan!His identity is not just the executive of the ego club. When someone posted the capital resume behind him in the barrage, the barrage immediately caused an uproar.

Why did a capital tycoon come to make a guest appearance?Think about how he asked Rong Huai to make him happy before, but now that Rong Huai is by his side, he keeps looking at him.

Everyone thinks they are the truth.

"I didn't expect that the boss could do this for love?"

"But he is very rude. When Mengxi talked to him, he actually asked what Mengxi was? Mengxi was an orphan since he was a child and has been fighting all the way. Is it easy for him? What's the matter? Can it discriminate against people?"

It's okay if the dream fans don't mention it, the unprecedentedly powerful Rong fans exploded immediately:

"Is this called discrimination? I don't see that Mr. Bo is too lazy to talk to him, and he still can't read the wink, so he keeps moving forward."

"Why does Bai Mengxi catch up with someone when he sees him? It was Rong Huai before, but now it's Mr. Bo. The co-author sees someone and just wants to catch up with him?"

"Damn laughing, Mr. Bo doesn't want to poach him at all."

"One thing to say, one thing to say, the words are rough and the truth is not rough, what is the status of Mr. Bo, he has done so many charities in a year, how can he remember who he sponsored?"

"Who did Mr. Bo discriminate against? Oh, Bai Mengxi, it's okay."

"Haha, because Bai Mengxi is not a human being, is he?"

The real CP of a top star and a wealthy president is also too easy to knock. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the atmosphere between the two is different. No wink.

But Bai Mengxi felt that he had been wronged to death. Although he was an orphan, he had basically never experienced any hardship since he was a child.When he was young, because he was handsome and fair, he was often used as a face, shooting various commercials, and companies sponsored his studies and art exams. When he was a little older, he met Shu Zihe. With Shu Zihe's help, he asked for money. Money requires resources and resources.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he grew up bathed in flowers.

But these two days were the troughs in his life that he had never experienced before. The mocking eyes of the staff followed him everywhere, which made him unable to persevere several times, and he almost blurted out the words of giving up halfway.

It was only when he thought that Mr. Bo might appear in the program group, he gritted his teeth and persisted.

Over the years, he has also met many famous entrepreneurs, but Bo Yan is always different.

Since the farewell speech at the university, Bo Yan has been engraved in his heart. He tried hard to pester Shu Zihe to come to this program because he heard that Bo Yan was an investor, but he came here for him, but the other party only had Rong Huai in his eyes. .

Is there anything that makes him sadder than this?

Bai Mengxi's mind went blank, but he still stood there stubbornly: "How did Brother Rong know Mr. Bo?"

He thought he knew Rong Huai very well, there was no communication between the two of them!

Rong fans also think that they grew up watching Rong Huai. In fact, they also think that the possibility of communication between the two is unlikely. Rong Huai is a good guy who shoots on the set all year round, otherwise he is helping a friend. Attend various platforms.

Just when everyone was speculating about the relationship between the two, the director answered the phone and came over. He didn't care about the frozen atmosphere, and said to Rong Huai happily: "There is a collector in Vancouver who wants to spend money on our show. $100 million to buy Mr. Rong’s hand-drawn drawings.”

The guests exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"Don't sell it to him, I'll exchange it with Hart Black Manor," Bo Yan said impatiently, and then he looked at Rong Huai with some trepidation: "Is it okay?"

Guests: ...! ?

Is Hedehei Manor also Mr. Bo's property?

No, no, although Rong Huai's hand-painted works are good-looking, they are far from the value of Hart Black Manor. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is a loss-making deal, right?Is Mr. Bo really a money-oriented capitalist? ?

Too pissed off.

As for sour or not?Rong Huai created too many surprises, they couldn't get sour anymore.

The barrage is also full of exclamation points: "If you have money, you can do whatever you want..."

"You are all paying attention to the sale of paintings. Am I the only one who focuses on Mr. Bo's tone? He is merciless and impatient with others, and he speaks softly and cautiously to Rongrong."

"This specifically refers to Baimengxi."

"Knock it, knock it."

"I was still speculating before, but now I don't have to doubt it anymore. I can figure out with my toes that the two must be related!"

The barrage was full of excitement, and driven by the entertainment account, #许怀庄园# was once again airborne to become a hot search.

Rong Huai looked straight at Bao Yan, wanting to see if he was serious, and seeing Bo Yan's heart beating wildly, Rong Huai stretched out his hand: "Deal."

Seeing Bo Yan silently heaving a sigh of relief, Zhang Tezhu felt especially sad when he saw this scene beside him: Mr. Bo tried his best, but finally gave the manor away quietly.

Bo Yan wiped the cold sweat from his palms on his trouser legs before hurriedly holding that white hand. His palm was hot and wrapped around Rong Huai's cool hand. It was very strange, like a natural fit. Together.

For a moment, Bo Yan lost his mind.

The director over there announced loudly that he would rest today and adjust his schedule, and that he would go to the training ground tomorrow. The guests had business-like smiles on their faces, almost numb. and manor.

Lemons By now, they've had nothing they want.

I just want to go back to the room early and cry with the quilt in my arms.

Rong Huai walked to the door of his own room, and for the first time found that Bo Yan was following him, Rong Huai just stood at the door without moving, "Boss stop."

Bo Yan is tall, but sitting in a wheelchair, the height gap between the two is not too big. He said, "Rongrong, I agreed to treat you to dinner."

Rong Huai smiled: "Did I agree?"

Bo Yan looked at him sincerely: "I want to make it for you."

This familiar sentence almost coincided with a certain scene in Rong Huai's memory. At that time, he seemed to be sick, lying on the bed with weakness and no appetite, but the black-haired young man said to him calmly and stubbornly: "It's me. I want to make it for you to eat."

The system thought it was a good time, and was about to take the opportunity to spy on Rong Huai's memory, but unexpectedly, it was blocked back, and it was dizzy, and it secretly slandered: The host really refuses to let down its vigilance for a moment, hum, I hope the host will hurry up Only when it stumbles can it take advantage of the gap.

The corridor was brightly lit, Rong Huai stood in the shadows and said after a while: "Come in."

The interior decoration is dominated by light gold tones, which is Rong Huai's favorite color. Like the manor, the wardrobe is filled with the latest models of famous brands, and the size fits perfectly. Rong Huai puts on the slippers and goes into the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came out, he could smell the smell of rice, and he went to the small kitchen, and Bao Yan was actually cooking by himself.

Seeing Rong Huai approaching, Bo Yan scooped up a bowl of soup for him, Rong Huai was about to take it, but Bao Yan took it back and blew gently: "It's too hot, drink it later."

Being served by him so delicately, Rong Huai didn't feel anything wrong, and waited until the soup was slightly cold before bowing his head and taking a sip.

Bo Yan asked him, "How does it taste?"

Rong Huai pursed his lips: "It's okay."

Too much time has passed, and he has already forgotten what the soup that person made tastes like, maybe because he doesn't want to remember.

Noticing that his hair was still wet, Bo Yan turned off the heat and closed the lid cup again: "Don't worry, just blow dry your hair."

A thin and loose bathrobe was draped over Rong Huai's shoulders, water trickled down from the tip of her head, and the thin and silky material fit tightly on her chest to outline a line. After one glance, Bao Yan didn't dare to look again. Noticed him stepping barefoot on the carpet.

He specially asked someone to lay a thick carpet before, because he knew that Rong Huai had this habit.

Rong Huai rolled up a small blanket as a pillow on the side of the sofa, his long and flexible legs were bent, and his thin white ankles rested on the armrests. Bao Yan held the hair dryer and finally looked away from those feet, he felt Ronghuai is fatally attractive to him everywhere.

"Turn up the temperature of the air conditioner." Rong Huai sat up slightly.

Bo Yan said, "Don't move, I'll go."

He moved the wheelchair to adjust the temperature. The higher temperature in the room was a bit hot for Bo Yan, especially when Rong Huai was in front of him.After finally helping Rong Huai to dry his hair, he brought vegetables and rice from the kitchen and put them on the table, four dishes and one soup, balanced nutrition with meat and vegetables, and rice.

Two bowls of rice are covered with an egg.

Rong Huai didn't like egg yolks, because he thought it was a bit fishy, ​​so he ate the egg whites, and picked out the remaining egg yolks, Bo Yan said, "Give it to me."

He took three or two mouthfuls and swallowed it down. As long as he thought that Rong Huai had touched it, his heart would burn like oil meeting sparks.

Just as the tip of his heart was burning hot, a fair-skinned hand was placed on his leg: "Is your leg caused by an accident?"

Bo Yan tried his best to calm down the daydreaming, and nodded, "There was a car accident a year ago."

Of course the car accident was not an accident, it was intentionally done by someone. It is not uncommon to encounter such a thing with such a huge amount of capital in hand. It is nothing more than the pouring out of interests, and those people have already been punished accordingly. He does not want to spread out these things again. , won sympathy.

"Fascia rupture, I have consulted many doctors of medicine to study it," Bo Yan said in a calm voice, "but it doesn't make any sense, they are helpless, it's just a waste of time."

At this time, the system saw the timing and said in a timely manner: "Host, as long as you are willing to complete the task, you can get points and exchange them for corresponding props in the shop. Bo Yan's leg injury can be cured in minutes."

It is persuasive and persuasive, "Host, think about it in your own shoes. Bo Yan is not yet 30 years old, so he will have to spend time in a wheelchair from now on. What a pity."

"It's a pity." Rong Huai agreed with this sentence.

The system rubbed its hands, intending to make persistent efforts to persuade Rong Huai to do the task well, but Bo Yan saw that Rong Huai did not speak for a long time, thinking that he was concerned about his legs, and said in a hoarse voice: "Rong Rong, I will try my best to find a way to heal my legs." , I won’t do anything to embarrass you until my leg is healed.”

In fact, he has long wanted to express his heart, but his body is not healthy, and the promise he made now is too superficial, but it makes Rong Huai difficult and becomes his drag.

"Bo Yan," Rong Huai leaned over to look into the man's dark eyes with his hands supporting the back of the metal chair, "Actually, I already knew what you wanted, but you're not the one I'm looking for."

Bo Yan was caught off guard by being caught off guard, and was completely denied, so he froze in place for a while.

Rong Huai stared at him: "You are very similar to a person I know, but you are not him. But you have helped me a lot along the way. In return, I will try my best to heal your leg."

After saying this, Rong Huai got up and was about to leave, but his cuffs were tightly clenched, and then he stepped back and sat in Bao Yan's arms, his neck was buried, and his hot breath entwined .

"I don't want to treat my legs," Bo Yan said, "I only want you."