Rebirth ability: Mr. President, please accept the move

Chen Weilin got on a bus staggeringly. To be honest, his legs felt weak, but he still had to hurry up and go to the company.

Fortunately, the medicine from the pharmacy on the side of the road was effective, and the abdominal pain was curbed, and it was very hot and comfortable at the moment.

The time delay has forced him to catch up with the morning rush hour for work. There are students going to school, sitting on their seats absent-mindedly, chatting in disorder, yawning from time to time, lazy and undisciplined, some people are worried about being late, They stomped their feet preoccupied, with anxiety and irritability written all over their faces; some were sullen, fiddled with their mobile phones in their hands, and occasionally looked up.Three migrant workers were also squeezed into the carriage, holding on to the railing, half-closed and half-closed their eyes.

The driver shouted desperately: "Go inside, go inside!" The people on the bus pushed and jostled slowly until they could no longer move their feet.The car that was originally full of people is now more like a steamer, as if Chen Weilin is about to be steamed.In the car, people pose in all kinds of strange shapes, just for their own feet.

After much difficulty, Chen Weilin squeezed to the rear of the car for the convenience of getting out of the car, and grasped the railing. Beside her was a stylishly dressed, slender, and good-looking female white-collar worker. With his head down, the whole person sticks to the pole to play the game.

Her glossy black hair hung down like a waterfall, revealing only half of her fair face.A silver Yu Linglong hangs on the small left earlobe, which is extremely beautiful.With the slight shaking of the car body, the hair hooked by the ears gradually slid to the front of the forehead. From time to time, she used the little finger of the slender left hand holding the mobile phone to tie them behind the ears.Wearing an off-the-shoulder dress, the whole person is bright and bright, which is very pleasing to the eye.

Just when a few migrant workers nearby cast their gazes frequently, and Chen Weilin let out a long sigh, the bus suddenly swayed backwards, then staggered forward, and suddenly fell down a lot.

Several people exclaimed and tilted their bodies, including the pale female white-collar worker, who squeezed Chen Weilin hard.

A gust of fragrant wind envelops the scent of a woman, which immediately challenged the throbbing hormones in Chen Weilin's body, and his whole body began to heat up.

"I'm sorry." The girl stabilized her body, and said something to Chen Weilin habitually, but it was a short-range sentence that made Chen Weilin blush.

"Hmm." He snorted, feeling his mouth was dry, even if he stood up straight, he could still feel the tightness in his trouser pocket.

What's going on here?Is it an instinctive reaction of the body?

Seeing a mother holding a child on the seat who kept looking at his face, he felt extremely embarrassed, so he arched his waist unconsciously so that the bulging of his trouser pockets would not be so obvious.

The moment he bent down and lowered his head, he saw a dirty hand touching the girl's buttocks.

Salty pork knuckle!

He squeezed the opponent's hand immediately, "What are you doing!" A migrant worker yelled in local dialect and shook it vigorously.

"Slap!" The hand still patted the girl's buttocks accurately.

"Wow!" The girl turned around in surprise, and slapped Chen Weilin without any explanation, "You're a hooligan—!"

Chen Weilin did not expect that the girl's voice was so shrill and high.