The Spoiled Little Beauty is Always Abusing the Protagonist [Quick Transmigration] 52p2

Chapter 52: What’s Wrong with a Spoiled Beta 14 p2

In August, the sun was high in the sky, and the ground was scorching hot.

Chu Chuanbai rarely went to the company.

Shu He still could not go out.

He had a guess, but he felt that this guess was really bad. After thinking about it, Shu He could only lie on the sofa unhappily and look at the daily life that Chu Chuanting had shared with him.

Chu Chuanting: 【It’s been almost a month since we’ve seen each other.】

【I saw a cat. It looks a lot like you.】

【Picture/】

Shu He opened it and saw that it really did look a little like him. He pressed his cheek and said: 【What are you doing?】

Chu Chuanting: 【Working.】

Ten minutes later, he sent another message: 【I have a meeting.】

【Meeting picture/】

Chu Chuanting: 【See the person who’s talking? He said he would just say a few words. It’s been ten minutes and he’s still talking.】

【File picture/】

Chu Chuanting: 【So boring.】

Chu Chuanting: 【More boring than physical training at the military academy.】

Chu Chuanting: 【Little Hua.】

Chu Chuanting: 【I miss you.】

Shu He looked at this picture of the meeting room over and over and recognized several of the participants, all of whom he had seen before.

They had all had meetings in Chu Chuanbai’s study.

Eh?

Shu He sat up, his hair messy, a cowlick sticking up. He was surprised and zoomed in on the upper left corner of the picture, and asked the system, “Is this Chu Chuanbai?”

Only half of the upper left corner was captured, and it was not clear.

The system couldn’t tell, and only after scanning it with its scanning program did it confirm: 【It is.】

【No wonder my backend’s detection threshold suddenly rose. So the protagonist has already started to rise.】

Shu He sent a message to Chu Chuanting: 【Are you working with Chu Chuanbai!!】

He was so cheerful: 【You’re so ambitious, you’re actually working!】

Chu Chuanting: 【Baby, what nonsense are you talking about?】

This was like praising someone for eating when they were hungry, and washing when they were dirty. It was so amazing.

Shu He: 【Why did you suddenly go to work?】

Chu Chuanting: 【Because I graduated.】

Shu He: 【Take another picture. Let me see Chu Chuanbai. Do you have any interaction with him?】

Chu Chuanting: 【No.】

Two minutes later, Chu Chuanting: 【Mm, now I do. He asked me what I thought of this project proposal, and asked me to point out its pros and cons and the market situation.】

Chu Chuanting: 【I’m a military academy student. I can’t answer, baby.】

Shu He took the initiative to ask him to take a picture for him to see, and then he was dizzy from the dense file. He couldn’t help either, and held his head and sent a dizzy voice message: “Don’t talk to me anymore. You can’t slack off at work. You should work hard, be ambitious. I’ll prepare a surprise for you after work.”

Chu Chuanting: 【Is it the kind of surprise where you suddenly appear in front of me?】

Shu He did not reply.

He opened the food delivery app, carefully selected a small white flower that looked fragrant for Chu Chuanting, and then asked the merchant to add a small note, on which he wrote “Go for it!!!”

Three exclamation marks could not be missed.

In the afternoon.

Chu Chuanting finished a whole day of boring work and walked out with a faint expression.

A young man in a yellow uniform was waiting outside with a bouquet of flowers. He had dialed the virtual terminal number reserved on the platform, and finally, he was waiting for the person to come. He handed the flowers over. “Hello, this is your flower. Five-star review, thank you!”

“…?”

Chu Chuanting frowned.

He looked at this bouquet of flowers, feeling that it was a bit like something used to pay respects to the dead, and did not take it. “I didn’t buy any flowers.”

The young man in yellow was stunned for a moment, and opened his terminal to confirm the information. “Your partner sent it to you, right? There’s also a note here, saying ‘Go for it’.”

How could his Little Hua give him a white flower for paying respects to the dead? Chu Chuanting let out a light “tsk” and impatiently walked around him. Suddenly, he remembered something and, with a flash of inspiration, he went back and took the white flower from the young man’s hand.

The young man in yellow quickly said, “Five-star review, thank you!”

Then he left to run the next order.

Chu Chuanting looked at this bouquet of flowers, lowered his head, and sniffed it. He soon found its good points.

It was very white, mm, very white, and the leaves were not rotten. It was a very good flower.

Chu Chuanting lowered his eyes and took a picture and sent it to Shu He, saying that he liked this surprise very much, and it would be even better if he could appear with the flower next time.

To this, Shu He’s reply was to be ambitious and work hard.

Chu Chuanting raised an eyebrow.

“This flower of yours…”

Suddenly, another colleague from today’s meeting walked past Chu Chuanting with a briefcase. He looked at the words in his hand and said with a sympathetic voice, “My condolences.”

Chu Chuanting: “?”

Chu Chuanting said with a blank expression, “My partner sent it. Do you have a partner? Will they send you flowers?”

The colleague was hit by an arrow in the knee.

“Your partner’s taste…” He looked at Chu Chuanting’s eyes and changed his tune. “It’s really good. This flower is so white, so white! The leaves aren’t even rotten!”

Chu Chuanting: “No need to be envious.”

The colleague gave a fake smile and was about to leave when he turned his head and saw a lot of people standing behind him. He immediately turned around and called out, “Mr. Chu.”

Chu Chuanbai nodded with a gentle expression. The colleague left. Chu Chuanting turned back and glanced at Chu Chuanbai.

After many days, Chu Chuanbai had started using a wheelchair again.

He looked at Chu Chuanting, his expression still gentle and flawless. As they met eyes, his gaze landed on the flower in Chu Chuanting’s hand, and he asked in a gentle voice, “A gift from your partner?”

It was clear that he had just heard those words.

Chu Chuanting gave a noncommittal “Mm,” and also called him “Mr. Chu” in a flat tone, and then was about to turn and leave, but Chu Chuanbai stopped him. “It’s after work. Just call me ‘big brother.’ Why call me ‘Mr. Chu’?”

Chu Chuanting did not turn back, and said in a faint voice, “It’s not after work yet. Only when I walk out this door does it count.”

“…”

He left.

Chu Chuanbai got into the hover car. The people who had been following him all dispersed, leaving only the subordinate who usually followed him home.

At the gate of the Chu residence, the guards all called out “Mr. Chu.” Chu Chuanbai turned his head and took a silver cane, and no longer used a wheelchair. He did not respond to this respectful chorus, and just walked in.

The subordinate was a few steps behind and asked, “Did the little madam want to go out today?”

The soldier said, “No, the little madam didn’t even leave his room all day.”

Only then did the subordinate hurry to catch up and report to Chu Chuanbai.

Chu Chuanbai did not respond. He went to the second floor. At that time, Shu He was lying in his room, sleeping. He was too idle, and if he didn’t go out, he had almost nothing to do, so he could only sleep to pass the time.

When he heard a knock on the door, Shu He groggily woke up. He lifted his messy head and looked at the door with sleepy eyes.

“…Who is it?”

He had slept until he didn’t know what time it was, and had even forgotten where he was.

The person outside did not speak. Shu He was about to fall asleep again with his eyes half-closed when he heard the person at the door start to knock again. He rarely got a bit of a temper from being woken up, and he climbed to the side of the bed and ran to the door. “Who is it, not talking!”

The moment the door opened, a familiar tall figure appeared in front of Shu He. Shu He lifted his pale face. He had just woken up, and his eyes were a little red, his soft dark hair was messy from sleep, his eyes were straight, and he looked very dazed.

Chu Chuanbai looked at him and did not speak.

Shu He sluggishly raised his hand and smoothed his hair, letting out a soft, slow “Oh,” saying it was you, and then he stepped aside to let Chu Chuanbai in.

Chu Chuanbai was still standing there, his light-colored eyes on his face, not knowing what he was thinking. Shu He scratched his face in a daze. “Am I not awake?”

Chu Chuanbai held out his hand to him.

Shu He reached out, and his delicate fingers pinched him a couple of times, and then said, “Does it hurt?” Chu Chuanbai said it hurt, so he mumbled that it wasn’t a dream.

“Then why didn’t you react?”

Shu He took back his hand, rubbed his eyes, and walked in. “I seem to have slept for most of the day. It’s already dark.”

Chu Chuanbai walked in and closed the door.

The sound of the door closing was crisp and dull. Shu He turned back and saw the tall, slender man walking towards him, wearing a well-fitting suit, looking as if he had just come back not long ago.

Shu He sat on the edge of the bed, leaned close to the small mirror on the table, and saw his messy hair. He pressed it down a couple of times with his hand, and was about to get a comb when Chu Chuanbai took it, and his voice sounded above him, low and hoarse. “I’ll help you.”

Shu He was not at ease. “Don’t pull my hair. Be gentle…”

The room was quiet.

The sound of the air conditioning was a little faint, as if Chu Chuanbai’s breathing was even louder than it. Shu He let him comb it, and after two minutes, he started to move around, sometimes looking up and saying, “Are you not done yet?” and sometimes turning his head to look at himself in the mirror.

Chu Chuanbai’s eyes were lowered, his thumb gently touching his soft hair. He stopped combing his hair, and his thumb traveled from his dark hair to the back of Shu He’s neck.

He was standing.

Shu He looked up at him, and a little uncomfortably dodged this action. Chu Chuanbai’s action was avoided, and his voice became a little soft. “Little He, can I hold your hand?”

Shu He first froze, then remembered something, and a small dimple appeared, with a proud look of being prepared. “Are you having another skin hunger attack? I’ve prepared medicine for you. It’s in the drawer, the one on the right. You can see it if you open it.”

Chu Chuanbai lowered his eyes and bent down, and gently held Shu He’s soft hand. Shu He was so held his mind went blank for a moment, and he subconsciously looked up, but he didn’t expect the distance between them to suddenly become so close. This time, the tip of his nose even vaguely brushed against the man’s profile.

“I’m not having an attack.”

Chu Chuanbai looked at Shu He’s pale face up close, and took in the little panic that flashed in his expression, and said in a gentle voice, “I just want to touch you.”

“But—”

Shu He’s almond eyes widened and he pulled back, his hand also struggling to pull away. But this man seemed to have expected his action, and bent down and easily pulled him into his arms. Shu He only felt himself being pulled by an irresistible force, and his whole person was uncontrollably pressed against him. The man’s hot breath fell on the side of his ear, and Shu He’s cheek was pressed against his shoulder, and with a whimper, he was held by the waist and couldn’t break free.

Chu Chuanbai seemed to feel that it was inconvenient, and he held him and lifted him up and placed him on the table.

Shu He’s knees moved, and he pressed against his arm, trying to get away, but he was firmly imprisoned between his arms. An aggressive aura soon spread to the long, slender side of Shu He’s neck, so hot that he was weak all over.

Shu He’s breathing trembled and he froze, not daring to move. This series of sudden actions had made him dizzy, and he was also stunned, only able to ask out of instinct, “Are… are you in your susceptibility period again?”

Chu Chuanbai said, “No.”

Shu He’s eyes were wet, and he carefully breathed, and said a headless sentence. “I want to go out tomorrow.”

Chu Chuanbai: “Is it not good at home?”

Shu He reached out and grabbed his lapel, his fingers soft, and his lifted almond eyes reflected the man’s brow. He opened his mouth, his voice so slurred it was as if he couldn’t believe it. “Are… are you, not letting me go out?”