Transmigrated until after the rebirth of the villain president [Entertainment]

Qin Chuan's eyes flickered, and a smile rubbed into his eyes: "How much money is not important, what matters is my heart."

Qin Chuan emphasized his tone and said word by word: "My heart for you."

Ye Churan's heart skipped a beat. Seeing Qin Chuan's confident appearance, he raised his chin a little bit unwillingly, and asked calmly, "What's your intention? If you don't tell me, how will I know."

He seemed calm, but there was a thin layer of crimson on his fair cheeks, revealing his inner unrest.

After coming out of the air-conditioned office, Ye Churan's face was covered with a thin layer of sweat due to the temperature difference, and the line of his chin was delicate and smooth, as if it had been softened.

Qin Chuan wanted to hold him in his arms and rub him.

The rose that gets in the way.

He turned his face sideways, continued to reach his hands behind him, and said in a casual tone, "You call me good brother, and I'll tell you."

Ye Churan: "..."

It's just too much, really too much.

The girl at the front desk saw them coming out and whispered to her colleagues.

"This is our new shareholder, the airborne boss, who has chased people to the company."

"Woooooo the world is not worth it, it's another bend."

"Sister, wait, why didn't Ye Churan take the roses? There should be 99 roses in a large bouquet, and the new shareholder holds them behind his back. This posture is too funny."

"Fucking boss, the hand is so straight, hahahahaha."

Qin Chuan was instantly upset.

Ye Churan thought over and over again, silently took half a step back, and reached out to take the flowers in Qin Chuan's hand.

He sniffed, and almost wanted to sneeze again. Under Qin Chuan's unblinking gaze, he suppressed a yawn forcefully.

"This is not an example." Ye Churan's nose was filled with the fragrance of flowers, he raised his hand to fan the wind, and said bitterly, "I reluctantly accepted it."

The sweet floral fragrance is like honey, maybe after smelling it for a long time, Ye Churan is a little more used to it than before.

Qin Chuan's eyes were stained with a smile, he pursed his lips, leaned down slightly, and asked very politely: "Can I give you a hug?"

Qin Chuan stood in front of Ye Churan, separated by a distance, not completely close, so he could be called polite.

Ye Churan suddenly lost his mind.

At this moment, he thought about the days to come.

Would Qin Chuan be like a primary school student, asking "is it possible", "is it possible", and "is it good" every day?

There is a feeling that I have taken off my pants, and you are still grinding.

Before Ye Churan could agree or refuse, Qin Chuan restrained his smile, but did not retreat as Ye Churan imagined.

Qin Chuan stretched out his hand, pressed Ye Churan's wrist, and then pulled it slightly.

Rubbing the person completely into his arms.

Qin Chuan lowered his head and leaned on Ye Churan's neck, the corners of his lips curled up, and he smiled triumphantly: "If I can't, I want to hug."

The hot breath swept over Ye Churan's ears, and Ye Churan struggled uncomfortably as if she had been electrocuted.

This slight movement was regarded as rejection by the man, so Qin Chuan folded his hands together and embraced the man completely. He rested his chin on Ye Churan's shoulder blade, and stared straight at the clavicle, bone, and shoulder socket in front of him.

Skin-to-skin contact, Ye Churan rolled her throat and knotted: "It's a bit hot, relax your hands."

"Release?" Qin Chuan pursed his lips and let go of his hand, but quickly put it on Ye Churan's waist again, "I won't let go."

Ye Churan's throat was a little stuffy: "It's getting hotter."

"I'm hot too." Qin Chuan raised his eyebrows, the expression on his face looked perverse, "I don't let the heat go."

This is where the elementary school chicken came from.

Ye Churan asked angrily: "What should I do if I get heatstroke, I'm sweating all over my body."

Qin Chuan seemed to be struggling, and finally made a serious decision: "Well, let's go to a room with air conditioning."

Ye Churan became Buddha.

He glanced at the staff around him who pretended not to look sideways, his face flustered, and he squeezed Qin Chuan's shoulder: "Go home first, someone is watching."

Qin Chuan reluctantly let go of his hand, intentionally or unintentionally, his nails scratched Ye Churan's waist through the T-shirt, from the back waist to the front of the body, leaving a long wrinkle.

The slow motion is gentle, and the itch is subtle.

The T-shirts in summer are thin, and the tips of the nails are nowhere close to itching. There is faint strength, but it has more presence than direct touch.

Ye Churan's body trembled slightly, he shrank his waist, a little embarrassed: "There is something wrong with you, outside..."

Qin Chuan finally withdrew his hand completely. He lowered his eyelashes and asked seriously, "What's wrong with me?"

Ye Churan was annoyed by his take-for-granted attitude: "You play a hooligan outside, you have no sense of courtesy or shame!"

"You can't slander me." Qin Chuan bent his eyes and pinched Ye Churan's waist, "This is called hooliganism."

Ye Churan gritted her teeth and smiled: "You are capable."

"It's not over yet." Qin Chuan murmured softly, pinching the waist and not letting go, he folded his arms around the waist, and pushed upwards, as if to hug the person directly.

Ye Churan softened his body, as if a slight electric current had exploded, a tingling sensation came from his spine to his mind, he fixed his expression, subconsciously bit his lower lip.

Qin Chuan let go of his hand suddenly, stood up straight, and said sincerely: "Look, I really didn't play a hooligan just now."

Ye Churan's brain became hot, and he was so angry: "Qin Chuan, you did it on purpose!"

Qin Chuan frowned, honestly: "I always listen to you."

Pretend, you just pretend.

Ye Churan angrily pressed the elevator door.

Qin Chuan followed behind him like his daughter-in-law, with a faint smile lingering in his deep voice: "Where are you going?"

"You can go back to the hospital by yourself, and get the infusion alone at night." Ye Churan glanced at him expressionlessly, "Where did you park the car, I'm going out for a drive."

It's coming, it's time to test your reflexes.

Qin Chuan said without changing his face: "The car has been sent to the 4S shop for nursing care. If you want to go for a ride, I'll ask Ji Qianxun to borrow his car."

Ye Churan was a little surprised, and asked, "Then how did you get here?"

Qin Chuan answered very neatly: "I came by subway, and there is a subway station in front of me."

"Really..." Ye Churan was dubious, the subway traffic in midsummer was heavy, and they crowded together and pushed each other. Qin Chuan squeezed over with such a large bouquet of flowers. The buds were delicate and delicate, and they were not damaged at all.

This is not very scientific.

Qin Chuan said again: "It's okay to go for a drive in the suburbs, but don't take me with you."

"Forget it, it's too troublesome, and I still have to ask someone to borrow a car." Ye Churan was discouraged, "Go take the subway, it's hot today, I'll go back and take a shower and change clothes."

Qin Chuan hesitated for a moment: "Do you really want to take the subway?"

Ye Churan glanced at him inexplicably: "Are there any fake ones?"

Qin Chuan: "No, no, it's very true."

There was no accident on this train, it was still crowded, Ye Churan and Qin Chuan stood in line behind, such a big bouquet of roses attracted the attention of many onlookers.

Ye Churan lowered her head and hooked Qin Chuan's wrist: "Tell me, what if someone recognizes me?"

Qin Chuan was very calm: "Do whatever you want."

Ye Churan: "Brother Qin is indeed a person who has seen big scenes."

Why is he the only one worrying about this kind of problem every time, so angry.

"Are you afraid that someone will stop you?" Qin Chuan raised his lips, "I'll run away with you in my arms."

"Hold a hammer." Ye Churan took a deep breath, and patiently explained, "I won't be able to stop you. I don't have any extreme fans. I'm afraid that people will see gossip."

Qin Chuan comforted him gently: "It's okay, it's not the first time, be normal."

God is so normal.

Ye Churan especially wanted to bite this man.

When the subway arrived at the station, Ye Churan and Qin Chuan had no seats left after all the people in the front line got in, so they had to stand by the carriage. Fortunately, the subway was relatively smooth and standing was not uncomfortable.

Ye Churan held the flower with one hand, and it was a bit laborious. He leaned on the railing, stood on tiptoe, and kicked Qin Chuan carelessly.

Qin Chuan turned to look at him sideways and asked, "Of course?"

Ye Churan rolled his eyes: "Come here."

After he finished speaking, his eyes drifted to the roof of the carriage, the advertising TV on the carriage, and the characters and paintings pasted on the posters. He walked around slowly before returning to Qin Chuan.

There was a lot of noise in the subway, Ye Churan was afraid of being overheard, so she lowered her voice very low, her lazy tone of voice was indistinct.

Qin Chuan heard it, or understood it from the shape of his lips.

Ye Churan let him go.

They were standing next to each other, so Qin Chuan moved a little closer.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Chuan saw a hand resting on his elbow, pinching the knuckle there hard.

Ye Churan squeezed several times: "It's really hard."

Qin Chuan said amusedly, "The bone must be hard."

He seemed to be thinking of something, with a smile on his lips, he added meaningfully: "You can pinch other places that are not hard."

Ye Churan: "..."

He can guarantee that Qin Chuan is thinking of something weird right now.

Ye Churan's arms are very white, with long and thin joints.

He bent his elbows at right angles, gradually wrapped his arms around Qin Chuan, and hugged him.

He put his palm on Qin Chuan's back and patted it lightly.

"Let me give you a hug."

Ye Churan's eyes were clear, and Qin Chuan's face was reflected in his dark pupils.

Qin Chuan was stunned, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest for a moment. He was waiting for Ai Ai, not knowing what to say.

Ye Churan pursed her lips, her heart beating so fast: "Just hug me."

He wanted to withdraw his hand, but the subway stopped suddenly when it arrived at the station.

Unprepared, Ye Churan didn't grab the handrail, couldn't stand still and leaned forward, falling completely into Qin Chuan's arms.

Qin Chuan put his arms around him and whispered in his ear: "Look at you, what you say is not what you mean."

Ye Churan: "..."

Can we still communicate normally?

This station is in the center of the city, and it is a big station. The bustling people on the subway are squeezing to get off the train. Ye Churan was pushed and pushed, and stepped on by someone.

The man got out of the car in a hurry, as if he didn't notice this at all, and stepped on it with big strides.

Ye Churan gasped, it really hurts.

His feet softened, half of his body leaned against Qin Chuan, his toes tightened, and he slid down.

Qin Chuan wrapped his hands around Ye Churan's waist and lifted him up.

He bent his eyes and said slowly: "I know everything. I'll get out of the car later, and I'll just carry you back like this, okay?"

Ye Churan gritted her teeth: "How about you, sir!"

"Huh?" Qin Chuan was a little confused.

Ye Churan curled up, with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, his eyes were wet, and there was a bit of grievance accumulated: "I was stepped on by someone just now, and it hurts like hell."

Blindly think about a fart.