False Jacksu forced to become Jacksu [Quick Transmigration]

Not long after, the food poisoning incident in the restaurant seemed to be resolved, and Su Chengzheng felt much better.In the past few days, He Jia also began to come to him frequently.

Every time He Jia entered Su Chengzheng's office, the staff's gossip group exploded, and discussions arose.The assistant's desk was in Su Chengzheng's office, and there was only an inner and outer room, separated by a glass wall, so Han Yun was also under siege, and a group of people came to Aite every few minutes to ask him if he heard anything.

[No,] Han Yun typed, [The sound insulation effect of the glass and doors of the company is very good. 】

Everyone was a little disappointed, the WeChat interface was swiped by emoticons, Han Yun laughed, and then saw a text message pop up above, it was Fu Qinghe.

[Are you free tonight, have a meal together? 】

Ever since feeding the cat together that day, Fu Qinghe seemed to be trying to get close to him intentionally or unintentionally. For example, when it was time for Han Yun to feed the cat in the alley routine every day, he would always meet someone who was "going to buy coffee" in the alley Fu Qinghe, and harvested five packets of biscuits.And when I go back to the community to feed the stray cats by the flower garden at night, I will also meet Fu Qinghe, who is wearing an expensive suit and euphemistically called out to "exercise", and harvests three packets of small biscuits.

Because of the sufficient resources of small biscuits, Han Yun has never asked him where he bought these cute little biscuits, and his throat has been dry for a few days, which is similar to the burning feeling he felt when he woke up this morning. pain.

In short, Han Yun got angry and had a sore throat after eating biscuits.

He replied slowly: [Depending on the situation, maybe you will work overtime. 】

[Call me after get off work, and I'll pick you up. 】

[But even if I don't have to work overtime, I still have to send President Su home. 】

[It's okay, if he doesn't have a driver, I'll send him one, so you don't need to do this kind of thing. 】

Han Yun was thinking about how to respond, and then he heard Su Chengzheng's voice above his head: "Assistant Han, I didn't hire you to join the company so that you could text with other people during working hours."

Han Yun immediately put the phone down on the table, he raised his head, and saw He Jia standing behind Su Chengzheng smiling at him: "Brother Han, good afternoon." Compared with the previous reception at the reception, this time the smile is obviously official The politeness was much more reluctant, and it seemed that their getting along was not very pleasant.

Han Yun nodded politely at him, and then said to Su Chengzheng, "I'm sorry, Mr. Su, I won't do it in the future."

Su Chengzheng snorted coldly, and walked out without even looking at him, followed by He Jia.

Han Yun rubbed his forehead, picked up the phone again, completed the half-edited text message and sent it.

[Okay, how about the specific situation? I will send you a text message after get off work. 】

Fortunately, they didn't have to work overtime today, but unfortunately, Su Chengzheng started messing around again - he insisted on asking Han Yun to go with him on a very important matter, but he refused to say what it was.

Han Yun decided that he didn't have anything important at all, but he just found fault with him because he didn't like it, and his repeated tossing made him impatient: "Boss Su, if it's really a major event involving the company , I think several vice presidents are more suitable than an ordinary assistant."

After saying this, maybe the homonym of Fu Qinghe and Mr. Fu's "Vice President" poked Su Chengzheng's glass heart, causing him to explode immediately, and Dang even turned cold: "What's the matter, you just want to be with Fu Qinghe that much?" Go out on a date?!"

Han Yun was taken aback for a moment, he knew that Su Chengzheng had caught sight of who he was texting with in the afternoon, but he didn't expect that the other party's eyes were so sharp that he even missed the content.

Han Yun paused, and said: "Whatever you think, I'm not free anyway." After speaking, he turned around and left.

"Han Yun!" Su Chengzheng was furious, "You fucking stop!"

Han Yun stopped and turned around: "Boss Su, please pack up your things as soon as possible, and I will take you back later."

"Han Yun!" Su Chengzheng's eyes were red with anger, and he slapped the table with a vicious expression, but Han Yun felt as if he was going to cry in a second.

"What's so good about Fu Qinghe that you can't wait to see him?!"

Han Yun: "..."

Where is all this going?

"He and I are just friends, and it's normal to have a meal between friends." Han Yun explained to him feebly, "Mr. Su, your time is not the only time. I also need to rest. Can you please hurry up?"

"What's wrong with you?" Su Chengzheng's attention was shifted immediately. He walked around the desk and walked in front of Han Yun, frowning and looking at him, "I think your voice is not right today, are you sick?"

"Well, I've been a little bit angry these days and caught a cold." Han Yun said vaguely, he was always matched when he got sick. At first, his throat was dry, then his throat hurt, then he had a stuffy and runny nose, and finally Evolved into a full range of colds.

"Then...otherwise you can go back first, I can drive back by myself." Su Chengzheng said, suddenly remembered something, and he added reluctantly, "Hurry up and go home after dinner with Fu Qinghe, don't Hang around outside."

Han Yun secretly rolled his eyes in the bottom of his heart, and his face was still docile as soon as he saw it: "Thank you, Mr. Su for your concern, then I will go first, and you should rest earlier."

"Han Yun, don't always come to Mr. Su with Mr. Su," Su Chengzheng patted his hair irritably, "Call your name."

"President Su, I think the working hours are inappropriate and too casual."

"But it's already off work," Su Chengzheng stared at him, "Aren't you leaving?"

"..." Han Yun said, "Cheng Zheng."

"Yeah." Su Chengzheng immediately smiled, "Go back, be careful on the road."

Seeing Han Yun leave, Su Chengzheng walked back to the desk and sat down, he couldn't help thinking about the word 'Cheng Zheng' just now.Obviously there is nothing special, but once Han Yun read it out, coupled with that calm expression, the affectionate and gentle peach blossom eyes stared at him, and the deep and calm black eyes were as deep as if they could hold the vast starry sky. Su Chengzheng couldn't help feeling numb and soft in his heart.

If you really want to talk about it, the little assistant now is really different from before.In the past, I always felt that I was too cautious when dealing with him, even to the point of being a little timid, which made Su Chengzheng uncomfortable. The type of little white rabbit who is like a frightened bird is not his preference.Even when He Jia was young, although he looked a little angry at the gentle book, he was thinking a lot, but he didn't show it on the surface, and his obedient and obedient appearance won his favor.

But now Han Yun is not the same as before.Although Han Yun still maintained superficial respect and obedience towards him, Su Chengzheng could tell from his eyes that those things were just a formality, and the little assistant was definitely an outstanding representative of obedience and obedience.

And the more Han Yun seemed to be unable to bear it, the impatience that was originally buried in the depths gradually surfaced, making Su Chengzheng angry and wronged. Is he so annoying? !Forget about the others, but Han Yun—how could he be like everyone else? !Obviously the little assistant didn't treat him that way before!

Su Chengzheng calmed down and thought about it carefully. This kind of change... seems to have started when he asked Han Yun to approach Fu Qinghe.

Could it be that something happened between the two of them?

Su Chengzheng's complexion darkened. He wondered what method Han Yun used to get Fu Qinghe to agree to cooperate. Although the other party clarified repeatedly that nothing of the kind happened, but now it seems that even if nothing happened, there is no guarantee that Fu Qinghe would not be angry with the little assistant. What do you think.

——Maybe it was because he fell in love with Han Yun that he agreed to cooperate so easily!

The more Su Chengzheng thought about it, the more reasonable he became, and he felt anxious, but he had no choice but to stare blankly.

……

After leaving the company, Han Yun sent a text message to Fu Qinghe to say it. After a while, a familiar silver Audi stopped in front of him.

Han Yun opened the car door and sat on it. Fu Qinghe stepped on the gas pedal, turned onto the road and said, "What do you want to eat?"

"It's lighter, it's getting angry recently."

Fu Qinghe thought for a while and said, "I know there is a private kitchen that tastes good, so I'll take you to try it."

"it is good."

Fu Qinghe is not a talkative person, Han Yun could see that he was trying to adjust the atmosphere, he felt a little strange.When facing the meow-shaped Han Yun before, Fu Qinghe was fine, and even chattered a little; however, now that his partner has become a human-shaped Han Yun, Fu Qinghe became a little nervous and struggling to chat.However, Han Yun had seen how he faced other people. Although he spoke coldly, at least he didn't seem to be showing any clues. When he talked about business affairs, he was even more eloquent, not as clumsy as he is now.

"Qinghe."

"Ok?"

Han Yun bit his chopsticks and looked at him: "What are you nervous about?"

"I don't." Fu Qinghe said solemnly, but the roots of his ears slowly turned red.

Han Yun chuckled, propped his chin and tilted his head to look at him, "Staying with me makes you nervous, Qinghe?"

He deliberately softened his voice for the last two words, with a bit of casual temptation, but his face still had a pure and innocent expression.

Under Han Yun's deliberate teasing, the sullen Fu Qinghe couldn't stand it any longer. He lowered his eyes in a panic, not looking at Han Yun, and squeezed the chopsticks in his hand tightly. Blush with embarrassment.

Han Yun couldn't help lowering his head and laughing, it's so interesting to bully honest people.

At this moment, a frivolous teasing voice suddenly came from the side: "Hey, look who is this?"

Han Yun looked up strangely, and found that it was a young man who looked familiar but he didn't know him. He was staring at Fu Qinghe with squinted eyes: "Fu Qinghe, you are really good. You can't help my brother. , but you have the leisure to come here to enjoy yourself?"

Fu Qinghe looked cold, pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

Seeing that he was ignoring others, the man turned his head to look at Han Yun with a dazed face, smiled suddenly, and went to pinch his chin: "I mean, so there is such a——"

Before he finished speaking, the man was grabbed by the arm of Fu Qinghe who stood up and pulled back forcefully, the force was so great that he almost staggered and fell backward.A few of his friends were sitting at the table behind, seeing that the situation was not right, they quickly stepped forward to dissuade him: "Gu Yu—"

"Fu Qinghe—!"

A young man named Gu Yu angrily stepped forward and grabbed his collar. Han Yun got up to help, but saw Fu Qinghe blankly picked up the glass wine jug that was half filled with red wine from the table, and turned his wrist towards the glass flagon. The young man named Gu Yu smashed his head and pushed him away.

The sound of glass shattering was accompanied by screams and panicked gasps, but probably because the two were too close, Fu Qinghe didn't use a lot of strength, and Gu Yu, whose head was covered in blood, was aroused instead. With a roar, he rushed forward and started fighting with Fu Qinghe.

Gu Yu didn't look very old, but he looked like a 23-year-old boy; Fu Qinghe probably sat in the office for a long time, and his figure was tall and thin. When it came to fighting, he was naturally no match for the young and strong Gu Yu.Those friends who seemed to be trying to break up a fight at first just put on a show, and even spread out to surround them and prevent others from approaching.

Han Yun's expression turned cold, he stopped a fist that was about to fall on Fu Qinghe's body, twisted Gu Yu's right arm instead, pinched his left elbow with the other hand, and after a tooth-sucking click, he remained helpless. Gu Yu, who was afraid of him, burst into tears in pain, and was shoved aside by Han Yun helplessly.

Several other people hurriedly helped Gu Yu who was lying on the ground up, and Han Yun also bent down to carefully help Fu Qinghe up, and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

Fu Qinghe hummed hoarsely: "It's okay."

Han Yun turned around and stared at Gu Yu's wet eyes blankly. He couldn't tell whether it was more fear or anger, mixed with some emotions that he couldn't distinguish.

"What's the matter, come again?" Han Yun asked calmly.

The few people on the opposite side looked at each other, but Gu Yu smiled, blood flowed down the contours of his face, he felt some headaches belatedly, and there was also a sudden dry heat like a volcanic eruption.

Gu Yu licked his lips, the bright red dyed the tip of his tongue, his breathing was a little heavy, and even his voice became much lower: "Do you know who is standing behind you?"

"I don't know, and it's none of your business." Han Yun said, "You don't look like someone short of money. Go to the hospital and see a doctor by yourself. Skin trauma is nothing serious." Walk.The others didn't stop them either, they made way for them under Gu Yu's signal.

The meal couldn't be eaten anymore, the two sat in the car, and Han Yun held Fu Qinghe's face carefully under the dim light of the small lights in the car to observe carefully. As he looked up, down, left, and right in all directions, Fu Qinghe's eyes were also staring blankly. Following him, his bottomless black eyes surged like a fountain.

After watching for a long time, Han Yun breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's just some skin trauma. Let's go, go to the clinic to buy iodine, hydrogen peroxide and gauze, and I'll help you deal with it."

He let go of his hand, but when it fell halfway, it was held by Fu Qinghe, and Han Yun turned his head to look at him, "What's wrong?"

Fu Qinghe asked: "Han Yun, do you want to know what Gu Yu said in the restaurant just now?" He tried hard to make his voice steady and calm.

"Well, it's okay," Han Yun smiled nonchalantly, "You can say what you want, it's okay if you don't, it's important to deal with the wound."

Fu Qinghe held his hand tightly, and he looked at Han Yun, staring into his eyes, as if he saw something deeper through that surface.

"What Gu Yu said just now is my half-brother named Fu Chen."

Fu Qinghe eased his emotions. He took out a pack of Han Yun's pet biscuits from the small drawer next to the side door, opened it and ate it, and said slowly: "My mother is not in good health. She has been frequenting biscuits since elementary school. She went in and out of the hospital, and when she was in high school, she knew she couldn't get better, so she stayed at home and relied on traditional Chinese medicine to survive."

"My mother is weak and often bedridden, and has no energy to please my father. After a long time, he has his own 'true love' outside. After a while, true love became pregnant, and my father was reluctant to let her be alone and unknown. If you live outside, you will be taken home to take care of you.”

"The woman was very quiet and well-behaved in the first few months. She would help take care of her mother and take her for walks in the garden."

"Then one day, she fell and had a miscarriage while helping her mother with something. When her father came back, she said that her mother spilled water on the ground on purpose to make her slip. She knelt down in front of her mother and cried that she had done such a thing. Duo didn't ask for forgiveness or blessings, but just to make up for it, and said that she didn't understand why the mother would not let go of a child who was not born."

"Father is angry."

Fu Qinghe paused, biting the biscuit silently, as if suppressing something.After a long time, he continued: "That night, my mother died."

"A few years later, the woman became pregnant and gave birth to a child, but unfortunately, the child was diagnosed with leukemia at the age of ten."

"A few days ago, she came to me and wanted me to donate bone marrow to his son for treatment. I disagreed, and she said that my mother didn't have a good life when she deserved to be alive. With a cold-blooded son like me, it's okay to die early. her fate."

Han Yun: "..."

"I kicked her out and didn't even go for the blood test." Fu Qinghe said, word by word, "Then she went to her father and cried. My father came to the company that day and said that I was vicious, and that even my own blood relatives would die save."

Han Yun listened quietly, "What happened next?"

"Later, Fu Chen was still in the hospital," Fu Qinghe said indifferently, "I don't regret the decision I made, now and in the future."

"Those people..."

Fu Qinghe sneered: "It's just to join in the fun and take advantage of the fire to rob them. The needle is not stuck in them, so it is naturally easy to condemn them."

The car was quiet for a while, and Han Yun said: "Qinghe, don't think too much. Since you haven't had a blood test, it's not necessarily that the blood type doesn't match. After all, you are not a direct blood relative. Besides, your family is not short of money, whether it is It is not difficult to find a suitable bone marrow transplant either by buying or by other means.”

"Maybe." Fu Qinghe accepted Han Yun's comfort.This is also the only reason he can use to relieve his psychological pressure at present - although he knows intellectually that the child is innocent, but emotionally, Fu Qinghe still cannot relieve it.After all, he is a half-brother in name, but to him, he is not even as good as a stranger. Fu Qinghe is far from being so magnanimous to forgive that woman.

Han Yun thinks it's nothing. If this matter is left to him, he will make the same choice as Fu Qinghe, and there will be no psychological pressure.

It is probably because Han Yun has never enjoyed family affection, especially the role of mother, which he has always longed for, so if he is lucky enough to experience maternal love once and have a complete family, whoever dares to destroy all this, Han Yun will not You can't kill him, this matter is not discussed.

"Okay," Han Yun patted his shoulder comfortingly with the other hand, "Stop talking about that, go to the clinic first."

"Ah."

Fu Qinghe responded in a low voice, he loosened his hand with Han Yun a little stiffly, and turned the key to start the car.

It's not too late now, and it's easy to find an open clinic. Fu Qinghe stopped the car on the side of the road, and Han Yun said to him: "Qinghe, wait in the car for a while, I'll be back soon."

"it is good."

Before getting out of the car, Han Yun also brought down the packaging bag after eating the biscuits, intending to throw them into the trash can of the clinic to save space.

While waiting in line at the clinic to settle the bill, Han Yun lowered his head and pinched the packaging bag over and over again to pass the time. However, when he glanced inadvertently, he noticed a line of small English characters printed under a cat head—foodforcat.

Han Yun: "???"

He rubbed his eyes, then took it to his eyes and looked at those black prints letter by letter, yes, it was still foodforcat.

Han Yun was a little suspicious of his English reading ability, and when he was about to take out his mobile phone dictionary to look it up, a young girl behind smiled and said: "Hey, condensed milk biscuits, your cat also likes to eat these? "

Han Yun made a confused face: "...Me, my cat?"

"This is a biscuit for cats. Cat food. If you don't have a cat, you can't buy it for yourself, right?" The girl said, "I recommend you another strawberry-flavored biscuit, which is also from this brand. It is a new cat-shaped biscuit, and the milk flavor is the basic type. But having said that, although there are more and more new products, the basic type is still the most popular, but I don’t know why, recently I visited several pet food stores in a row. The milk-flavored biscuits have been bought out, and only the strawberry-flavored biscuits remain." She laughed as she spoke, and took out her mobile phone to open the photo album to show Han Yun what the strawberry-flavored cat-shaped biscuits looked like.

Han Yun who was in a mess in the wind: "..."

Well, now he finally knows why he can't find this kind of biscuits in major shopping malls, supermarkets and imported food stores...

Because this is cat food!

Cat!

grain!

Ah!

God damn cat food!

Han Yun thought vaguely of Fu Qinghe's astonished eyes when they first met when he saw him eating the biscuit. At that time, he had the last piece left, and Han Yun thought it was for him, but now it seems... maybe It's just because the stray cats haven't finished eating, and Fu Qinghe wants to keep them for a while before feeding them.

"..."

Han Yun: Jin Tuanzi where are you QAQ!I need you!