Fuck your scumbag [Quick Transmigration]

Jing Chi thought that the male protagonist would go to his home, but he didn't expect that the other party directly drove him back to Ling Fu's apartment after a disagreement.

That apartment is located in the city center, surrounded by bustling, prosperous, daily life and services, and there are just large supermarkets next to each other, not to mention small supermarkets.

When passing by a 24-hour supermarket, Jing Chi deliberately pretended to be ignorant and asked him, "It seems very convenient here?"

Of course Ling Fu knew what he meant. In the past two days, he was a little irritable. The guy named "Jingchi" who suddenly appeared in his body was not found, and no doctor could explain the abnormality in his body.

This made him feel frustrated for the first time in his 27 years of life.

Before he figured out his physical problems, he didn't want to bother Xu Hai.

But in this world, it seems that only Xu Hai can calm him down.

The male protagonist couldn't resist his liking for the co-pilot, and while waiting for the red light, he tilted his head to look at him, his long and narrow peach eyes shone with style, reflecting the colorful neon night scene of the entire city.

The corners of his naturally upturned lips parted slightly: "It's very convenient here, but without you."

Yo.

This little mouth is so sweet.

After the old man Jingchi has lived for so many years, he heard such coaxing love words again, and his whole body suddenly felt a little bit happy.

What is that sentence called...

The most beautiful thing is sunset red.

He now feels that he is beautiful, and he is very happy to be missed and coaxed by the handsome little wolf dog in the driver's seat.

The man in the passenger seat looked at him for a while, and was firmly attracted by the brilliance in Ling Fu's eyes, with a pure and harmless face: "What do you want to eat later?"

Although the other party didn't answer his words, Ling Fu was not angry at all. He looked at the other party's red earlobes and the hand on his lips, his eyes darkened.

I really want to kiss him.

I want to be hugged tightly by his waist, my dear, I can't breathe.

"Steamed Xu Hai." Ling Fu curled his lips and looked lightly. When the green light came on, he started the car and looked at the road ahead, explaining to the puzzled man next to him: "I want to eat steamed Xu Hai."

In fact, he wanted to steam himself for Xu Hai to eat.

But he felt that Xu Hai's meat was tender.

——Didn’t everyone say Tang Monk’s meat is delicious?

Ling Fu deeply thought that Xu Hai was the ascetic monk, and he was the male goblin who had evil intentions against him.

All the time, salivating.

……

Jingchi didn't know how to "steam Xu Hai", he simply processed the dishes bought by the hero, and half an hour later, two dishes and one soup were on the table.

He was afraid that the hero would not enjoy eating alone, so he sat down and drank a bowl of soup with him.

The male protagonist was immediately overwhelmed by Jingchi's craftsmanship. After being hungry for a long time, he drank soup and was ironed comfortably. "How can it be so delicious? Did you pass the chef certificate?"

Jing Chi, who has been through several generations and has become a master at cooking, joked: "Yes, I graduated from New Oriental."

"……real?"

"Ah."

Ling Fu instantly heard that vulgar advertisement...

If you meet a man from New Oriental, marry him.

He picked up the rice and glanced at the man across from him without a trace, and immediately spoke with gusto, then he took a piece of meat and put it in his mouth to chew hard.

In fact, such things as advertising words are vulgar, and there is a reason for vulgarity.

Xu Hai is his reason.

After the meal, the male protagonist Shou's stomach was completely conquered by Jingchi, and his heart, which was already full of admiration, was completely filled with ninety percent of love.

After the two cleaned up the kitchen, Ling Fu dragged Jingchi to the second floor.

He stood in front of a door and said to Jing Chi: "I said before that I have the opportunity to take you to see it, and today I finally have this opportunity."

The door was opened, revealing a room full of succulents.

There are big and small, different shapes.

Jingchi raises succulents just because they are easy to raise and don't need to be carefully cared for.

But liking is out of the question.

But when I saw a room full of succulents, and felt the male lead's preference for succulents at close range, I couldn't help but feel a little bit soft in my heart.

For the first time, he discovered that the succulent plant is actually very beautiful.

Jing Chi walked in and looked at the well-cared-for little ones inside, "You like succulents so much?"

why?

Ling Fu followed behind him, looking at the man's broad shoulders, and wanted to lie on his stomach to sleep. This strange feeling surprised him. He had suffered from insomnia for a long time, and fell asleep for less than 4 hours a day.

He rarely gets sleepy.

And every time he gets along with this man, his insomnia will disappear without a trace.

"Simple." The male protagonist explained softly when Jingchi recovered and looked at him suspiciously. He lowered his eyes and looked at the plants he raised. They were placed in hanging baskets or bookshelves, and each one was working hard to grow.

"They are very simple, not as fragile as flowers." He is used to the intrigues in the business world. He was born in a big family and his life is destined to be more tortuous than others, with heavier burdens on his shoulders. "I prefer simple things. a bit."

More than just preference.

Jing Chi recalled the hero's unconditional trust in Slag Gong.

That is clearly a paranoia.

Paranoid people who seek the simplicity of this world.

After seeing Zha Gong intentionally create a little false appearance and pretending to evade the male lead's kindness several times, Ling Fu unilaterally decided that Zha Gong is a good person.

It is worth entrusting him for life.

It's good to like simplicity, but this kind of paranoia about simplicity is like blindly rushing to attack the heart.

If we fail to do well, we will go astray.

Jingchi lifted up a small succulent, and the green granulation showed that it was very healthy. Looking at the thing in his hand, he praised: "The flowerpot is so beautiful."

"I did it."

Jing Chi looked at the male protagonist, who had one hand in his pocket, and the corner of his lips curled up, waiting for his praise very much.

He still couldn't believe it, the flower pot in his hand was very beautiful, "You?"

Seeing that he didn't believe it, the arrogant hero immediately dragged Jingchi into his pottery room.

There are all kinds of professional tools inside, and the cleaning is very clean. Jing Chi looked at the male protagonist who was wearing a black apron and was folding the sleeves of his shirt, and his body agitated inappropriately.

It's not his fault either.

Once the male protagonist's apron is tied on, all the golden ratios are revealed with his slim waist, hips and long legs.

Sexy ratio.

It's strange not to be restless.

Ling Fu took another apron and walked over, wrapping it around Jingchi, "Try it... I'll teach you."

Then, ignoring Jing Chi's reaction, he pulled the man over and pressed him on the chair, sat behind Jing Chi himself, wrapped his arms around the man from behind, and slid his fingers down his arms, intertwining with Jing Chi's.

Weed?

Is the love between people and ghosts gone? ?

Tsk tsk tsk, this male protagonist really has a future.

But just at the beginning, the wild little pony leaned close to Jingchi's ear, and while rubbing back and forth on his hand, he breathed out and asked, "Is the photo I sent you last time good?"

which one?

The one where he was kneeling on the bed with his clothes open and wavy? ?

Jingchi felt the restlessness of Ling Fu in his hand, because of the lubrication of the mud, the skin felt a little different from usual, with a little bit of charming color.

Ambiguity spread rapidly in the room...

The temperature in the room was very low, but the bodies of the two people who were close together suddenly heated up uncontrollably.

A little hot.

Jing Chi felt that he was sweating.

The author has something to say: Jingchi: Ask about the barrenness, can I secretly appreciate it?

Ling Fu: I want to appreciate it with you.

Jingchi: Enjoy your photos together?Don't you think it's weird?

Ling Fu: [shakes head] [eyes of anticipation]