The hero ran away with the scum [Quick Transmigration]

Mu Qing was about to leave, Ning Zhi met him and drove him to the airport.

When passing through the security check, Mu Qing hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth to say something, but only two words came out of his mouth, "Goodbye."

Ning Zhi's eyes flashed, then he smiled and said, "When you come back, I'll treat you to coffee instead."

"Okay." Mu Qing said with a relieved smile, "Then I'll go first."

The moment Mu Qing turned around, Ning Zhi saw a ball of white light flying out from between Mu Qing's eyebrows.

Bai Guang seemed a little reluctant, and rubbed Mu Qing's forehead twice in attachment.Mu Qing seemed to notice something, paused for a moment, and then left with the suitcase.

The white light hangs in place, and the staff sees it as nothing.

It stopped for a long time, as if looking at Mu Qing, until Mu Qing disappeared at the end, and then moved.

He just moved a few times, then stopped suddenly, as if he noticed Ning Zhi's gaze, hesitated for a moment, flew in front of Ning Zhi, spun around twice, and got into Ning Zhi's eyebrows, [Little God, you Can you stop spanking my ass when you go back? 】

The voice of being wronged came from Ning Zhi's sea of ​​consciousness.

Ning Zhi raised his eyebrows, turned around and left the airport, sat in the car, started the car and said, "I remember the Samsara Pearl said that the power of the artifact is too powerful, and this kind of scripted world can't bear its power. How did you do it?" of?"

[I am a book spirit, I can travel to any book world. 】The little one said droopingly.

When Shu Ling said this, Ning Zhi suddenly remembered that Siming God's natal artifact was a book, "Did Siming God ask you to come?"

[…] Xiaoyi stopped talking.

"Then it seems that he asked you to come, and the purpose is to separate me and Yijun?"

[Nothing. 】

The little thing is cowardly, but he doesn't reveal a word about the topic related to Si Mingshen.

Ning Zhi kept this hatred in his heart, and began to ask about Mu Qing, "How long have you been in this world?"

The God of Destiny is not involved, the little thing answered quickly, [20 years. 】

"I remember that Mu Qing in the storybook was able to conceive and have children. At first I thought he had a system that allowed men to conceive and have children. Now that it was you, how did he conceive?" The problem has troubled Ningzhi for a long time.

[Qingqing is intersex. 】

"..." Ning Zhi was choked up by the answer, he didn't expect the answer that had troubled him for so long to be so simple, "Then he is now?"

【He is a real man now. 】

Xiaoyi was a little sad when talking about Mu Qing, 【Qingqing's parents actually didn't like him, they thought his bisexual status was a shame, so they sent him abroad to be raised early.Qingqing didn't understand much when she was a child, but when she grew up a little bit, she began to feel inferior to her identity as an intersex person.I got along with him for a while, and felt a little sympathetic to him, so I showed him the plot and told him that there would be men who would not dislike him in the future.Unexpectedly, it was self-defeating. After watching the plot, he hated his body even more, and he was still unwilling to return to China.I have no choice but to say that I can help him become a real man, but he must go back to China with Zhuang Feizhou. 】

After listening to it, Ning Zhi thought to himself, it's no wonder that when we met for the first time, Mu Qing was not full of affection for Zhuang Feizhou like in the script, but was very indifferent, "Then why did he approach me in the first place?"

【He likes you. ] Xiaoyi said in a depressed mood: [When Qingqing read the storybook, she said that both the uncle and nephew of the Zhuang family are not good people, 'Zhuang Yijun' is cold-blooded and ruthless, Zhuang Feizhou is flirtatious, only Wen Jin, Wen Jin likes Zhuang Feizhou wholeheartedly , even if he did something bad, it was for Zhuang Feizhou.Qingqing has never received much love since she was a child, so she was very moved when she saw Wen Jin's affection for Zhuang Feizhou. 】

Ning Zhi laughed, and he said that there is no reason to like him in the world, "Since you know that I am not Wen Jin, how dare you encourage Mu Qing to return to China?"

【...Aren't I following the plot? 】 Xiaoyi said weakly.

"Follow the plot?" A gloomy look flashed in Ning Zhi's eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up in a sneer.

Ning Zhi drove back to the gallery, saw a food box on the table in the rest area, stepped forward and asked Xiao Yuan, "What is this?"

Xiao Yuan said: "This is from your family. It is said to be a nutritious meal for you."

Nutritious meals?

Ning Zhi paused when he went upstairs, turned around and went up to the second floor with the food box.

He first called the old man to express his thanks, and after eating, he sat in the studio and prepared to draw.

After half a month of Ansheng, it's time to toss Zhuang Yijun.

He prepared the drawing board, paper and pen, sat in front of the easel, drew a few messy lines on the paper, tore it off and threw it on the ground, spread new paper, and asked, "Why didn't you just leave? "

【I'm afraid you'll go back and beat me up. 】Xiao Yi said honestly.

Ning Zhi even dared to beat its master, but it was a little book spirit, so it was more handy to beat it.

Ning Zhi tore off another piece of sketch paper, crumpled it up and threw it on the ground, and said with a smile, "So you want to stay here to please me?"

Xiao Yi said anxiously: [Little God Venerable...]

"It's not impossible." Ning Zhi simply drew the outline of a mountain, then continued to take out the paper and throw it on the ground, "Help me keep an eye on Mr. Zhuang Yi, and let me know when he's downstairs."

[Okay, little god, wrap it on me. 】

……

Zhuang Yijun returned to the office after the meeting, saw the documents on the desk, raised his watch to check the time, walked over to put the documents into the briefcase, told the secretary to go first, and then drove to the gallery.

Seeing Xiao Yuan entertaining guests, he greeted Xiao Yuan and walked up the stairs.

When he walked to the door of the lounge, he suddenly remembered the scene when he came here for the first time.

At that time, Wen Jin had a stomach problem, and he walked in with an inexplicable emotion holding the young man he didn't like in the past. It was here that the young man struggled to get out of his arms, thanked him perfunctorily, and shut him out of the door.

At that time, he didn't understand why he was unhappy, he just stood there for a few minutes, and then left angrily.

Looking back now, that was the beginning of the heartbeat!

He stood firmly at the door, curled the corners of his lips, and thought happily, if he knew that he would be tempted by Wen Jin, then he would not—

--boom!

A loud noise came from the studio to Zhuang Yijun's ears, interrupting his thoughts. The corners of his lips curled up, and he walked over quickly. Just at that moment, the door of the studio was opened from the inside, "Wen Jin, you--"

The voice stopped abruptly when he saw the young man's gloomy expression and red eyes.

His heart tightened, and he glanced at the studio from the corner of his eye, but saw that in the brightly lit studio, the easel fell to the ground, and there were countless balls of paper scattered around. Take it easy."

Ning Zhi laughed at himself, "Not in a hurry?"

As he spoke, he spread out his trembling right hand, "I can't even hold a pen steadily!"

"It's okay." Zhuang Yijun wished he could grasp the trembling hand of the other party, but he also took into account the damned psychological barrier of the other party, so he could only say: "Your situation is only temporary, when you get out of the mental barrier, you will be fine."

"It's easy for you to say!" Ning Zhi clenched his fists, with bulging veins on his forehead, as if he was holding back the anger in his chest, "What if I can't get out for the rest of my life?"

"Then I will compensate you for the rest of my life and let you dispose of it." Zhuang Yijun said loudly.

"Let me handle it? Okay!" Ning Zhi sneered, grabbed his collar, dragged him into the studio, and closed the door, "Take off!"

"what?"

"Didn't you say that I have been paid for everything in this life?" Ning Zhi lifted up the easel on the ground, pursed his lips, set up the drawing board, and put on the sketch paper, "It's just that stupid thing, I don't believe I can't get out. Take it off, You come to be my model, I want to draw a body sketch!"

Zhuang Yijun's face froze, he tried his best to remain calm and calm, "Wen Jin, I can be your model, but please calm down."

"I'm very calm." Ning Zhi picked up the pen from the ground, and the refill was broken. He kicked over the chair anxiously, found a pencil sharpener from the pile of papers, raised his head, and the corner of his mouth became mocking, "You hurt me so much You can't even hold the pen steadily, so let you be a model, is it wronged you?"

Wronged but not wronged.

It's a place like this to be a model...

When Zhuang Yijun thought of the portraits of Zhuang Feizhou once filled here, he hated that yesterday's punch was still light.

"Take it off? If you don't take it off, get out!"

Zhuang Yijun closed his eyes, raised his hand and unbuttoned his suit, thinking that it was his own wife who would have to look at it sooner or later.

Zhuang Yijun pursed his lips tightly, his handsome face was full of forbearance, but his crimson ears revealed his true emotions.Ning Zhi looked away from his ears, turned around and closed the curtains, brought a chair, put it in front of Zhuang Yijun, and said, "Sit on this chair after taking it off."

After that, he returned to the easel, took a pencil sharpener to sharpen the pen seriously, and said to Xiaoyi in his heart: 【Take care of your eyes, if I find out that you see something that you shouldn't see, you know my temper of. 】

Xiao Yi quickly blocked his five senses.

This is the Yijun god, the first of the four gods, Ning Zhi even dares to play with the Yijun god, it is still a matter of minutes to clean it up?

Zhuang Yijun lived such a big life, except when he was a child, he had never been exposed in front of anyone.

Although he comforted himself by saying that this was his daughter-in-law and that sooner or later the two of them would be honest with each other, but...

He took off his coat with difficulty, feeling a little ashamed in his heart, and his forbearing face slowly turned red.He squinted a slit in his eyes, and the young man sat with his head bowed not far away, carefully sharpening the pen with a pencil sharpener, the pen shavings splashed onto the white paper, making a slight rustling sound.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway, he didn't stare at him.

Zhuang Yijun took off his clothes quickly, and when the last disguise was left, he hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and dealt with it vigorously, sat on the chair, turned his face away, then put his fist on his lips, and coughed lightly , muffled: "Wen Jin, I'm fine."

Ning Zhi raised his eyes and glanced, his face suddenly turned pale.

The freshly sharpened pen fell to the ground again, he stood up, retched, covered his mouth and ran out of the studio quickly, leaving a disheveled Zhuang Yijun shivering in the cold studio.