Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

Ji Rao closed his eyes to listen to the song. After a while, he suddenly felt his shoulder sink. Ji Rao opened his eyes and turned to see Wu Zhaoyun's head kill his shoulder. His hair swept the skin on Ji Rao's neck, itching.

Ji Rao saw it when he took off his sunglasses. Wu Zhaoyun had obvious black under his eyes. He either stayed up late or stayed up all night last night.

He guessed right. Wu Zhaoyun did shoot magazines all night last night. It was signed a long time ago. It was supposed to be two days later. However, Wu Zhaoyun had to stay up late last night to finish shooting. A group of photographers carried things to the venue in the evening and got them from 9:00 p.m. to more than 3:00 a.m. the next day.

Ji Rao turned to look out of the plane and sighed deeply.

Wu Zhaoyun likes him. He can feel it.

But sooner or later, he will leave. Will he be left with this shell, or will he just disappear without a trace, without even thinking about it?

The plane flew for five hours. When he got off the plane, Wu Zhaoyun was still sleeping. Ji Rao woke him up.

Wu Zhaoyun's eyes opened, and his eyelids were almost three eyelids. His eyes were red and astringent. He woke up, but he didn't mean to get up at all. He just buried his head in Ji Rao's shoulder socket and hummed.

"Get up, it's time to get off the plane."

"Well..." Wu Zhaoyun smelled Ji Rao's light fragrance, arched in, and then bit the soft meat on Ji Rao's neck.

"Hiss..." Ji Rao stretched out his hand to shine on Wu Zhaoyun's head, and then pushed the man away mercilessly, "get up."

After getting off the plane, they took a taxi to the hotel with two boxes of luggage.

Chopin's competition will give contestants a separate room. Ji Rao looks at the address on the competition card, and then goes in with Wu Zhaoyun.

At the front desk stood a waiter in black overalls. Ji Rao walked over.

The receptionist is a native of G country, and her mouth is a string of sweet Russian, "Hello, are you a contestant?"

Originally, Ji Rao never had Russian in his class, but he began to learn Russian just because he took part in the Xiao Er Bang competition five years ago. Now he has no problem with basic dialogue.

"Yes, I'm the 23rd. Here's my card."

Ji Rao handed the card in her hand.

The waiter looked at it and handed Ji Rao a bunch of keys with the room number on them.

Ji Rao pointed to himself and Wu Zhaoyun, "we are two people."

The waiter replied with a smile, "I know, sir. Our room is two bedrooms and one living room, with master bedroom and second bedroom. Do you want another one, sir?"

It's two rooms and one living room. It's too wasteful to open another one, but he doesn't feel at ease to live with it.

Ji Rao looks at Wu Zhaoyun, who has a biological and chemical crisis. Wu Zhaoyun feels that Ji Rao is looking at him, and turns his head to look like a large mummy.

"What's the matter?"

“……”

Ji Rao coughed, "it's OK."

He turned back to look at the waiter. "That's one."

"Have a nice stay."

Ji Rao holds the trunk in one hand and the key in the other.

While waiting for the elevator, Wu Zhaoyun pulled down his mask and asked, "can you speak Russian?"

"A few years."

"Rap, no?"

"Not bad." Ji Rao glanced at him, "do you still cover yourself in G country?"