I'm fierce, I'm aggressive

"Quick! Hand over all the money!"

Punk A from the school next door fiercely strangled Mu Chen's school uniform collar.

Mu Chen didn't resist, looked at the other party lazily, and then began to pick out his pockets.

"Rolls-Royce picks him up every day, so the family must have a lot of money." Hooligan B said, "Why do you study in such a crappy school? Don't you rich people go to Elliston Business School?"

"Elliston can only study after graduating from high school." With a sincere face, Mu Chen took out a black-painted card from his pocket, "I don't have cash, can I swipe my card?"

The two were dumbfounded.

Mu Chen couldn't be more excited. This is the legendary extortion. It turns out that as an ordinary student going to and from school, life can be so exciting.

He wasn't afraid when gangster A swung his fist, because as soon as he opened his mouth, the people Mu Chenghai arranged more than ten meters away would rush up and blow the heads of these two gangsters.

But probably in order to teach him a lesson, Mu Chenghai seems to have decided to let his stupid son get punched first.

Mu Chen turned his head suddenly, and the punch missed his young and handsome face.

Hooligan A and Hooligan B screamed at the same time, and ran away for no apparent reason.

Mu Chen: "..."

The setting sun changed an angle, like chasing light shining on the face of the person walking from the alley.

The visitor was tall and tall, with brown skin and dark, murderous eyes. Mu Chen recognized this person. He was said to be the "boss" of their school, and his name seemed to be... Xing Wen.

Xing Wen glanced at him, and there was a dirty white cat on his arm.

Mu Chen, who was still young, shivered reflexively, and after thinking about it, he said, "Thank you for saving me."

Xing Wen took one more look at him, his deep black eyes were full of unexplained emotions, actually it was confusion, but Mu Chen interpreted it as murderous intent.

"I'm just passing by." Xing Wen finally said.

Xing Wen didn't feel much at first, but when he suddenly heard the siren of a police car, he felt that his right shoulder was about to burst.

The mad man was held down by the rushing special police, struggling and laughing wildly, and was finally taken away by handcuffs.

"Teacher Xing! Are you all right!" Yuan Qi jumped out of one of the cars and hurriedly ran towards this side.

Xing Wen pressed the bleeding wound with his left hand, and his clothes were terribly stained.

"You called the police?" Mu Chen stretched out his hand to take Xing Wen, "How do you know we're here?"

"Ah?" Yuan Qi was confused, "I didn't call the police. I left the hotel not long after you left the hotel. I met a friend who was on duty and chatted for a while. Then I just met... What happened to that person? Why? Kill you?"

"You have quite a lot of friends." Mu Chen didn't answer.

"Do you know that person? I think he looks mentally disturbed." Yuan Qi asked again.

"...Do we look like we know a mental patient?" Xing Wen was very annoyed.

"Ahaha, no." Yuan Qi quickly denied, and then frowned: "Is the wound still bleeding? Let's bandage it quickly, and hope it won't affect the camera."

Xing Wen was in so much pain that he no longer wanted to speak. The knife hurt his shoulder, and it was really impossible to hold the camera for a short time.

Yuan Qi's friend on duty took them to the hospital to bandage their wounds, and then went to the bureau to take notes according to the usual practice. After going through a lot of trouble and returning to the boat house, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

"Do you want to tell Tang Yao?" Mu Chen asked after entering the door.

Xing Wen shook his head tiredly: "This is an ordinary mental patient, just a bad luck encounter."

"You said the person who called the police, could it be Jiang Xi?" Mu Chen thought for a long time and said.

"What does this have to do with him?" Xing Wen frowned, "You mentioned him twice today... Was it the first time you met him at the paper mill?"

Xing Wen couldn't help wondering whether he and Mu Chen had any other contacts with Jiang Xi before he came to this world.

"I haven't seen it." Mu Chen turned on all the lights in the houseboat, "but the name... I seem to have read it somewhere, the news is still a newspaper, I forgot."

"It doesn't have to be him. Jiang Xi's name is quite common, like a champion in the college entrance examination." Xing Wen didn't care much.

Mu Chen didn't say anything else, and went to search the suitcase for clothes to take a bath with frowning.

Xing Wen's wound had already been bandaged, and the blade pierced through the gray thin sweater. The blood stained on the broken fabric had dried up, showing a purple-black color.

He frowned, grabbed the corner of the sweater with his left hand, and Mu Chen looked over at this moment.

"Let me do it." Mu Chen came over and naturally reached out to help him take off the sweater. The innermost lining was obviously no longer visible, "I've bled so much, does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Xing Wen was uncomfortable, especially when Mu Chen reached out and continued to take off the inner lining for him.

Mu Chen lowered his eyes and didn't know what to do for a while, so he could only lean down near the wound and blow.

Xing Wen couldn't help but laughed: "What are you bragging about?"

"Will this not hurt so much?" Mu Chen looked at him.

Xing Wen also looked at him, and the two fell into a silent stare at each other for no reason.

"Don't let the wound get wet, wipe yourself tonight?" Mu Chen first looked away.

"Yeah." Xing Wen got up and went to the bathroom, and Mu Chen followed, "What are you doing? Do you want to wipe it for me?"

Xing Wen just made a joke, but Mu Chen actually nodded.

The docile appearance of the other party makes Xing Wen feel very incredible.

Xing Wen changed himself into a pair of clean underwear with his left hand, and Mu Chen pushed the door in at the right time, and silently took a basin and a towel to fill it with water.

The bathroom was so quiet that there was only the sound of water. Mu Chen tested the temperature of the water, wrung out the towel and handed it over: "Come here, I'll wipe your back."

Xing Wen only thought it was a little funny, and wiped his body with a towel in his left hand, while Mu Chen stared at the water in the basin the whole time, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Or forget it, I just teased you." Xing Wen said and turned to wash the towel.

"It's okay." Mu Chen came back to his senses and stretched out his hand to take it, "We haven't divorced yet, you carry it on your back."

So Xing Wen could only turn his back and feel the moist and warm towel caressing his back.

He was really tall, Mu Chen had to stand on tiptoe when wiping him, and only then did he dare to look at Xing Wen's body generously.

Xing Wen has a broad back, and strong muscles are faintly visible under the bandage wrapped around his right shoulder.

Mu Chen was a little stunned, and the washed towel ran down his shoulders until it reached his waist.

"Today...thank you for saving me." After many years, Mu Chen still said the same thing, "You didn't just pass by this time."

The towel wiped down Xing Wen's spinal groove, and then went to the waist.

No matter how you look at this body, it seems to have a kind of vitality that is poised to flourish.

Mu Chen's subordinates suddenly stopped, realizing something was wrong after a very long time.

Xing Wen also realized what was wrong, frowned, and clasped Mu Chen's arm with his backhand: "How do you know about passing by?"

It stands to reason that when Mu Chen met the gangster Xing Wen passing by when he was a student, it should only belong to the memories between him and Mu Chen in the past world.

Mu Chen in this world should not know.

Just as Xing Wen was about to turn his head, Mu Chen threw away the towel in a hurry, and pressed Xing Wen's head with wet hands.

"Don't look back!" Mu Chen's face was burning red, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "If you dare to look back, I will push your head into the sea!"

The author has something to say: Fox: I can't help it.

After voting, it was finally decided to change the title of the article to "Woke Up, I Married My Boss" qaq

I saw an angel saying that if it was the name of the article, it would not be clicked in the first place.

Actually, if I were a reader, I wouldn't order either (laughs)

But life is not easy, here is an apology to the angels who prefer the original name or other options.

In the future, I will work hard to use my favorite text name QAQ

No ba ba, no manuscript saved, love you all w