The hero ran away with the scum [Quick Transmigration]

"arrive."

As soon as Ning Zhi's soul entered this body, a slightly deep voice came from his ear.

The faint voice could not hear the meaning, but Ningzhi was sensitive to the indifference in the man's voice.

As soon as he raised his eyebrows, his stomach cramped.

The sharp pain came violently and quickly, impacting his brain and body, making the blood on his face fade away in an instant.

"Ok?"

The man waited left and right, but he didn't see the person next to him getting off the car. A trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes covered by the glasses, "Why..." The voice stopped abruptly with the movement of his eyes, "Your face is so ugly, but Physical discomfort?"

The man put down the steering wheel in his hand, unbuckled his seat belt, leaned his body slightly to approach Ning Zhi, his warm breath hit his cheek, his slightly cool palm gently covered his forehead, and his extremely thin lips. The petals were tightly pressed into a straight line, "I don't have a fever."

"Let me take it easy." Ning Zhi pushed his hand away, bent over weakly, covered his stomach with his hands, and frowned. Does this body still have stomach problems?

The man didn't expect that a person who has always been lively and energetic would show such a weak appearance.

He looked at Ning Zhi in surprise, seeing that Ning Zhi's complexion was pale, his eyes were closed in pain, his bangs on his forehead were wet with sweat, his heart beat twice uncontrollably, and a strange emotion spread in his heart.

He frowned, and said: "It's okay if you don't go to the gallery for a day, I'll take you to the hospital first." As he spoke, he concealed his strange feeling, turned the steering wheel, and planned to send Ning Zhi to the hospital first.

"No need." Ning Zhi pressed the back of the man's hand, twitched the corner of his mouth, and said, "There are stomach medicines in the gallery, just help me in, take two pills and take a rest."

The man glanced at Ning Zhi, but said nothing.

He turned off the car, pushed open the door, walked down, went around to the passenger seat, opened the door, saw the young man who was spoiled and self-willed so much that he loathed him now showing a weak state, his heart stopped, and he actually Do you fucking feel bad? !

With a dark face, he bent down to pick him up from the car, and strode towards the gallery.

The morning sun was shining all over the sky, and Zhuang Yijun, who was bathed in the sun, pursed his lips tightly and carried him into the gallery without saying a word.

A staff member came up to ask what was going on, he paused, opened his mouth to ask for a doctor, swallowed it again, laughed at himself, and carried him to the lounge on the second floor of the gallery.

Enduring the pain in his stomach, Ning Zhi struggled to get down at the door of the lounge, "Thank you."

After finishing speaking, without seeing the condensed frost on his face, he leaned on the wall and walked into the lounge, found the stomach medicine that the original owner put here from the drawer, swallowed two pills dry, and then fell down on the bed.

This body is called Wen Jin.

They are husband and wife with the man at the door.

And that man's name is Zhuang Yijun, and the two are married in a business relationship.

This is a world where homosexuality is legal.

Wen Jin has a marriage contract with Zhuang Yijun since he was a child, but Wen Jin doesn't like the cold Zhuang Yijun, he likes Zhuang Yijun's uncle, a romantic and dissolute painter.

Zhuang Yijun also doesn't like the spoiled Wen Jin.

Under the pressure of their families, the two signed a contract, promising not to interfere with each other after marriage.

Wen Jin thought that by marrying into the Zhuang family, he would be able to get along with Zhuang Yijun's uncle day and night and have a long-term relationship, but he didn't expect that after attending his wedding, Zhuang Yijun's uncle would go abroad to collect pictures.

Three months later, Zhuang Yijun's uncle brought back a young man and announced that it was his true love.

Wen Jin was furious.

Someone gave him an idea to get close to the young man as his niece and daughter-in-law, and then arranged for the young man to lie on the same bed with Zhuang Yijun, and then guide Zhuang Yijun's uncle to discover the truth, so that he could take the opportunity to break off the engagement.

Wen Jin designed Zhuang Yijun and the young man according to the idea given by his friend, and he was able to divorce smoothly, but in the end, he divorced, and the young man also broke up with Zhuang Yijun's uncle, but fell in love with Zhuang Yijun.

After that, there were misunderstandings, breakups, running with the ball and other plots.

And Zhuang Yijun's uncle, the prodigal son, turned around and silently stayed by the young man's side, not marrying him for the rest of his life.

run with the ball...

Ning Zhi opened his eyes, and the pain in his stomach eased a little.

He rubbed his swollen brain, although homosexuality is legal in this world, there is no such thing as a man having children!

The technology in this world is advanced, and the technology of test tube baby is very mature.

If heterosexual couples do not want to bear the pain of childbirth, they can store their fertilized eggs in the hospital.Homosexual couples can submit an application report. After verification that they are married, they can go to the egg bank of the hospital to apply for eggs.

and so……

The protagonist of this world, Shou, how did he manage to conceive and give birth to a child?

Ning Zhi lay on the bed, and when his stomach felt better, he turned over and got off the bed, walked into the bathroom to take a shower, turned his phone to silent, and planned to catch up on another sleep.

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Today is Monday.

As a large company, in order to further strengthen the company's management, enhance communication and collaboration among various departments, sum up accumulated experience, and create benefits, Zhuang's Group will hold routine meetings every Monday.

……

With a sound that the meeting ended, Zhuang Yijun walked out of the meeting room first, and returned to the office. Looking at the thick layer of documents waiting to be reviewed on the table, Zhuang Yijun took off his glasses and subconsciously frowned.

"President Zhuang?" Seeing Zhuang Yijun frowning, Secretary Zhou asked, "But what's wrong?"

"No...you contact Dr. Lin for me and ask him...to go to Jinxiu Gallery."

"Okay, if Mr. Zhuang has nothing to say, then I'll go out first." Secretary Zhou received Mr. Zhuang's nod and retreated to the door with a smile.

"Wait!" With the deepened wrinkles between his brows, he casually picked up a file and looked at it, "Forget it, you go out first."

What does Wen Jin's life or death have to do with him?

Need to use yourself to be nervous?

Can……

The thought of Wen Jin's pale face in the morning made her feel even more uncomfortable, and she couldn't read even half a word of the opened file.

He picked up the intercom phone, hesitated for a long time, and still pressed it, "Secretary Zhou, you go to pick up Dr. Lin in person and drive him to Jinxiu Gallery. Make sure that Wen Jin is fine, and then come back."

After speaking, he hung up the phone directly and let out a heavy breath.

Just halfway out of breath, a thought suddenly occurred to him, would he faint in the lounge?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly took out his mobile phone, found Wen Jin's number from the address book, and muttered: "I don't care about him, I just want to see if something happened to Wen Jin. After work, if no one finds me when I pass out in the lounge...the two are husband and wife after all, if something happens to Wen Jin, I, the person who immediately found out that Wen Jin is uncomfortable, will not be able to escape the condemnation of my conscience, yes, no Wrong, that's it."

She found some excuses for herself and dialed Wen Jin's number.

beep--

His heart beat faster suddenly, with a joy that he didn't even understand.

The heart beat faster and faster, but after a long time no one answered, the beating heart fell from the beginning like a roller coaster ride.His eyes turned cold, and a nameless anger welled up in his chest. This anger came out of nowhere, just like being shut out by Wen Jin in the morning. It made him restless, and he didn't know how to vent the depression in his heart.

He's already 24 years old, why can't he even take care of himself?

He put away his mobile phone, went downstairs with the car keys, and drove all the way to Jinxiu Gallery.

It was deserted in the gallery, not a single guest.

He opened the door and walked in. The staff member Xiao Yuan stepped forward and asked in surprise, "Mr. Zhuang, why are you here?"

Zhuang Yijun tugged on his tie impatiently, strode in, and asked as he walked, "Have you ever gone up to see Wen Jin?"

"The boss usually paints in the studio at this time. Usually, I'm not allowed to go up to the second floor." Xiao Yuan explained.

Zhuang Yijun paused, and said with a cold face: "Didn't you see that his face was not right in the morning?"

Xiao Yuan panicked for a moment, and continued to explain: "This is not the first time the boss has a stomach problem. He said it's okay, and stomach medicine is also prepared in the studio, and the boss didn't contact me. Without the boss' permission, I dare not go to the second class." building."

"You really..." Zhuang Yijun didn't know what to say, he pulled off his tie forcefully, walked up the stairs, came to the door of the lounge on the second floor, paused, and continued to walk to the studio at the end.

Wen Jin's studio is very large, occupying two-thirds of the space on the second floor.

It is not so much a studio as Zhuang Feizhou's personal portrait gallery.

Zhuang Yijun came to Wen Jin's studio for the first time.

He looked up and saw that the neatly arranged studio was full of portraits of his uncle Zhuang Feizhou. Each painting had a different look and charm, which showed how much the people who painted these paintings knew and cared about Zhuang Feizhou.

Zhuang Yijun knew that Wen Jin liked Zhuang Feizhou, and he didn't care who Wen Jin was pretending to be in before, but at this moment, his heart seemed to be filled with an unknown fire, and he wished he could burn all these paintings on the spot.

……

Ning Zhimei took a good night's sleep, and her body no longer feels uncomfortable.

He yawned, and slowly opened his eyes, not wanting Zhuang Yijun to sit opposite the bed with a black face, staring at him with a pair of gloomy eyes.

Ning Zhi was taken aback by his eerie expression, picked up the pillow under his head and threw it over, "Are you sick?"

"Yes, I'm sick, do you have any medicine?" His voice was hoarse, mixed with an inexplicable resentment.

resentment?

Ning Zhi rubbed his eyes, and when he took a closer look again, he saw that Zhuang Yijun's face was as usual, no different from usual.

Well, it's because he didn't wake up, his eyes were blurred, and he heard it wrong.

Ning Zhi stretched lazily, pretending that he didn't see anything, got up from the bed calmly, glanced at the pajamas on his body, turned around and took out the clothes from the closet.

Just when he was about to unbutton his pajamas, he caught a glimpse of Zhuang Yijun sitting there motionless from the corner of his eye, as if he had no intention of going out to avoid suspicion.

"I want to change." Ning Zhi turned his back to Zhuang Yijun and said calmly, "Should you go out?"

"Hmm." Zhuang Yijun stared at the young man's slender back. He had never looked at the young man carefully, except that he was not interested in young men, and it was also because he rarely saw young men.

But at this time, he suddenly discovered that the young man was very thin, as thin as if he would collapse when the wind blows.