Quick Transmigration: The Boss’ White Moonlight is Resurrected

Wan Tong kept guessing in his heart whether Father Bai and Yu Cheng had reached a private consensus, such as letting her live in a new identity, completely leaving the Bai family, and leaving the Bai Wantong ten years ago.

If this is the case, then what happened to the original owner ten years ago is definitely not a good thing.

She didn't care at first, but now she was terribly curious.

After separating from Ding Rui, Wan Tong returned to the villa, and Jin He Da Bao Xiao Bao followed her into the master bedroom.

Wan Tong bought a lot of small decorative items for the room, as well as several sets of men's clothing.

She put the bag of clothes into the cloakroom and said to Jin He again, "Xiao Jin, help me take out the pot of succulent and put it on the Chengcheng bedside table."

"Miss Wantong... Would you like to talk to Mr. Yu first? He doesn't like having too many things in the room." Jin He held a porcelain basin and couldn't help reminding him aloud.

"It's okay, let it go." Wan Tong glanced at the empty room, already made a list in his mind, and decided to remodel the master bedroom in the next two days.

Jin He walked into this room with trepidation, but now looking at the succulent pot in his hand, he didn't dare to let go, "Miss Wantong, why don't you ask Mr. Yu first?"

Wan Tong couldn't help it, so he quickly lowered his head and sent a message to Yu Cheng.

In a few seconds, she handed the phone to Jin He, "Look, Cheng Cheng said yes."

However, Wan Tong stopped him when he saw the mud under the flower pot, "Let's take it first, not the bedside table."

Jin He didn't care why she changed her mind, as if receiving an amnesty, she took Succulent away.

But over the next few hours, watching the people who kept carrying furniture into the master bedroom, his scalp started tingling again.

He had seen Yu Cheng so irritable that he almost destroyed the world, was he sure that these furniture could survive tonight?

Not only Jin He, but the housekeeper Kong and the servants who do not show up on weekdays looked at the direction of the second floor worriedly, and decided to try to clean and disinfect several times before Mr. Yu returned home. He must not be allowed to choose. Anything goes wrong or they won't survive tonight.

Wan Tong also knew everyone's concerns. After all, Yu Cheng's obsessive-compulsive disorder was so severe that even the servants required an even number. After Kong Jing took the initiative to leave, someone immediately filled her vacancy. The master bedroom was probably the most relaxing place for him. , although empty, but it can loosen his tight strings.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder not only makes the people around him anxious, but also tortures Yu Cheng himself. What's more, he also has a cleanliness disorder, so one can imagine how much psychological burden he has.

When Yu Cheng came back, all the outsiders in the villa had already left.

Butler Kong saw him in the living room, and hesitantly said, "Acheng, Tongtong has been fiddling in your room for several hours, she is all for your own good..."

Yu Cheng paused in his footsteps and asked him, "Why are you messing around?"

He received a message from her that he wanted to add something to his room, and he agreed.

"You'd better go up and see for yourself." In fact, Butler Kong thought it was okay, but he was afraid that Yu Cheng would not be used to it.

After all, for so many years, he has lived alone in that spacious and empty room.

"Where's Tongtong?"

"It's still in your room."

Hearing this, Yu Cheng quickly walked upstairs.

The door to the master bedroom was open, and faint classical music floated out.

With his back to the direction of the door, Wan Tong was playing with the small speaker on the table, where the music came from.

Yu Cheng scanned the room with his eyes. In fact, Wan Tong just added a sofa and a table for him, and installed a closet, but there were a few more decorations on the table.

Looking at it this way, the room is indeed a bit more human.

"Tong Tong." Yu Cheng relaxed his steps unconsciously.

Wan Tong turned his head and glanced at him, cut another soft pure music, and said with a smile, "Is my eyesight okay?"

"Okay." Yu Cheng condensed the smile on her lips, and answered without thinking.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable?" Wan Tong pointed at the various small accessories placed on the closet, which were colorful and dazzling.

Yu Cheng still pursed a shallow smile, his picturesque brows did not have any irritability, "It's pretty."

Seeing that he was so easy to accept, Wan Tong breathed a sigh of relief, but she still pointed to the person next to her and said, "This is a sliding door. If you find it ugly, close the door."

"En." Yu Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing that she did this for him.

Over the years, his obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness have become more and more serious, and he is in a state of depression all the time.

He had wanted to clear his world so that he could be comforted.

But now, seeing the gadgets she picked up twisted and stacked together, he could accept it.

As long as it was about her, he found it pleasing to the eye.

"Grandpa Kong said that you are used to having an empty room. I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep tonight. If that's the case, you can come to me and I'll chat with you." Wan Tong thought about it and said this.

Yu Cheng stared at her for a while, his eyes shimmered slightly, and nodded, "Okay."

In the hall on the first floor, Butler Kong and Jin He gathered together, and their attention was on the second floor.

But after waiting for half an hour, there was no movement.

"So Mr. really changed?" Jin He said incredulously.

"Probably because it's Tongtong." Butler Kong said, and left with a smile.

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At night, when Wan Tong was about to go to bed, someone knocked on the door.

She looked at Yu Cheng who was standing at the door, a little worried because his face was a little pale.

"Chengcheng, what's wrong with you?"

"Tongtong, I can't sleep." Yu Cheng looked at her with his long eyelashes drooping, his voice so soft that only she could hear it, and he looked a little pitiful.

Wan Tong was already mentally prepared, so he asked directly, "Then shall we go to your room or my room?"

"..." Yu Cheng paused, "Tongtong's room."

Wan Tong bit his lower lip, "Let's go to your room, Chengcheng, you have to get used to it slowly, of course, you don't have to really force yourself."

Yu Cheng nodded, took her hand and walked towards the master bedroom.

Five minutes later, Wan Tong and Yu Cheng sat face to face on the bed, staring at each other.

The two of them shared a boring day with each other just now, and then fell into a strange silence.

In fact, Wan Tong was sleepy, but when she saw Yu Cheng's eyes twinkling with stars, she seemed to be in good spirits.

Wan Tong remembered the fact that he was rejected by Father Bai, so he put on a serious face and said, "Chengcheng, I think you seem to be hiding something from me."

"What's the matter?" Yu Cheng leaned over, his expression was a little more serious.

"..." Wan Tong was at a loss for words, how did he ask her to answer?

After a while, she shrunk the corners of her mouth, "Does my dad not want to recognize me anymore?"

"He has his own plans, but he loves you." Yu Cheng wouldn't lie to her. If he didn't want to answer, he would just change the subject or keep silent.

"I know, but I'm worried about him, that Bai Wanxin... is a bit strange." Wan Tong said, and quickly glanced at Yu Cheng's expression.

Although Yu Cheng's favorability toward Bai Wanxin had dropped, but after all, he had gotten along with him as a friend, and she didn't know if he would be on guard, so she still had to remind her.

"It'll be fine." Yu Cheng said concisely.

Wan Tong was a little anxious, did she really want her to shake Bai Wanxin and Zhou Jiang's adultery in front of him, so he would doubt Bai Wanxin?

Yu Cheng didn't miss the slightest look on her face, the corner of his mouth moved slightly, and suddenly said, "Tongtong, will you marry me?"

"Cough cough..." This caught Wan Tong off guard, "Why did you say this all of a sudden? Besides, I haven't reached the age of marriage yet."

"Tongtong, you are 29 years old." Yu Cheng reminded her in a low voice.

Wan Tong: "...You're only 29 years old." She always felt that she was only nineteen.

Yu Cheng: "I'm 29 years old, half a year older than you."

Wan Tong: "…"

Then you can't get married. How could he come out as soon as he thinks about it? Her relationship with him hasn't progressed enough to get married, right?

Yu Cheng said again, "Uncle Bai has already agreed."

"You are forcing marriage." Wan Tong pouted, she knew that he and Father Bai were in the same camp.

There was a gentle smile on the corner of Yu Cheng's mouth, but he asked, "Am I okay?"

"Okay, gentle and golden, good-looking and good-looking, there is nothing imperfect, I don't know how many girls want to pounce on you." Wan Tong laughed and blew a rainbow fart.

Yu Cheng just listened, and Jun's face got closer.

Wan Tong leaned back, but his waist was weak and fell directly on the bed.

Yu Cheng's arm stopped her waist, but he couldn't hold her steady, instead, with the strength of her fall, he pressed down on her.

Junruo god's face, black eyes focused and gentle, those thin lips opened and closed slightly, "I'm so good, do you want it?"

He was so close that the breath of his breath hit her face, the bridge of her nose.

That soft voice penetrated into the ear, as if it turned into a small hand rubbing the heart lightly, Wan Tong's mouth was a little dry from the teasing.

think!

"...Chengcheng, let's get up and talk about it first." She pulled back the reason that had been hooked away.

Yu Cheng rarely listened to her words, and even put his palms on her hands, "Tongtong, you know I like you."

With his fingers intertwined, his body was pressed by him, unable to move, a panic and disgust rose in Wan Tong's heart for no reason.

This feeling is similar to the feeling she felt the day she entered this body, like some kind of subconsciousness of the body.

"Chengcheng, let me go." Wan Tong's heart beat faster, the blush on his face was still there, but his eyes were sharp.

Noticing her strangeness, Yu Cheng quickly released her and turned to the side.

The remaining emotion in her eyes hurt his eyes.

Wan Tong sat up, pressing his temples and gasping for breath.

Yu Cheng's pupils dilated slightly, and he focused on her movements, but did not make a sound, for fear that his voice would remind her of bad memories.

After a long while, Wan Tong got out of bed and looked down at Yu Cheng, "Cheng Cheng, my head hurts a bit, I'll go back first."

"En." Yu Cheng responded, got out of bed, wrapped her in a quilt, and carried her out of the room.

Wan Tong didn't struggle either. He closed his eyes. A few images flashed through his mind just now. Why does the original owner seem to be... overpowered by Yu Cheng?

She suddenly remembered the dream that night, and it overlapped with the memory picture, without any sense of disobedience.

So that really happened?