Peak Life [Quick Transmigration]

Just when Wu Ming was about to take the phone back, Wu Jinming reached out and took the phone away.

"I am Wu Ming's father."

"Yes, he was injured."

"Ah."

Three sentences, less than a minute, Wu Jinzhong hung up the phone, and then threw it towards Wu Ming, Wu Ming reached out to catch it, and showed a small smile to Wu Jinzhong.

"Thank you dad."

Wu Jinzhong didn't respond, just picked up the tea and took another sip.

Just at this time, Wu Ming's stomach groaned, Wu Ming lowered his head, a little embarrassed.

The servant next to him immediately served breakfast for Wu Ming. Wu Ming sat on the side, picked up a glass of milk and took a sip carefully, then his eyebrows became tangled, and he didn't heat it.

He has a little habit, the milk must be put into a glass, and the milk in the glass must be heated, otherwise he doesn't drink much.

After barely eating a few mouthfuls, Wu Ming wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and looked out to the garden.

It is said that the garden is actually a large piece of grassland, and the last is a forest. There are some flowers and plants in the back garden, but there are few. Wu Jinzhong doesn't seem to like these flowers and plants very much. A large row of trees are planted on the surrounding roads, all of which are maple trees. Trees are beautiful every autumn.

"Father, let's plant some roses in the garden. They are very beautiful flowers." The corners of Wu Ming's mouth rose slightly. He likes roses, and he usually likes to draw roses. It seems that he hasn't drawn roses for a long time.

Wu Jinzhong didn't speak, just looked down at the newspaper, about a few minutes later, Wu Jinzhong put the newspaper on the table, got up, and went back to his room.

The servant next to him quickly came to clean up. Wu Ming looked at Wu Jinzhong's back and silently raised a middle finger behind his back.

Ignore me today, wait until tomorrow I will make you unable to climb high, okay?

In any case, today is considered a small improvement, at least, he has been in contact with Wu Jinzhong, okay?

Wu Ming raised his head and looked at the grassland outside. It was quite comfortable to look at a large area, and the forest at the end was also beautiful, but there were crows flying by occasionally, and it was usually quite gloomy.

The next day, Wu Ming had a farewell to his own warm quilt on the bed.

He almost forgot when was the last time he was a student, especially senior high school students, who hated getting up early every day.

In the third year of high school, they have morning reading, and they must arrive at school at 10:[-]. It takes at least half an hour to drive from here to school.

Basically, he has to get up at 06:30 every day, and has to be in the car by [-]:[-].

Wu Ming was very resentful, and the contrast became more obvious when he got in the car.

Wu He looked energetic, wishing to get out of the car and go for another two laps, while Wu Ming looked like he was not awake, occasionally yawning and rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Wu He directly looked disgusted and disgusted.

"What did you do last night, you're so sleepy."

Wu Ming looked at the rising sun outside, it was blood red, the rising sun in summer was different from that in winter, it was full of energy from inside to outside.

"Probably the long-term lack of love caused insomnia." Wu Ming propped his chin and said casually.

Wu He immediately touched his arm, "It's disgusting."

"Who is nobler than whom." Wu Ming didn't even bother to give Wu He one.

Wu Hena's face immediately changed, "You are a fucking fake, why dare you say that about me?"

Wu Ming didn't want to talk to him.

Wu He didn't know where he was stimulated, so he called the driver to stop.

"Get off, I'm the young master of the Wu family, you're a fucking fake and you'll be kicked out by your father sooner or later." Wu He cursed, pointing at the car door.

After all, Wu Ming's identity was too embarrassing, and most of the time, the servants of the Wu family were more supportive of Wu He's words.

Wu Ming glanced outside, it wasn't too suburban anymore, there was a bus not far away, a few stops ahead was the city, and a little further was the business district.

Therefore, without hesitation, he opened the car door and went down.

"Walk slowly." Wu Ming stretched his waist, took a deep breath of moist air, and walked towards the bus stop.

Not to mention how ugly Wu Hena's face was.

Obviously he is the young master of the Wu family, so why does Wu Ming speak to him in such a tone?He is just a counterfeit, and he will crush him to death sooner or later!

Wu Ming has always disliked the protagonist, so he has no feeling for Wu He's behavior. After all, he will pay it back sooner or later.

Walking to the bus stop and touching his pocket, Wu Ming's eyes twitched. He didn't bring any money, not a penny, only his mobile phone.

It's so annoying, Wu Ming is a little unhappy, taxi-hailing software is also very popular these years, Wu Ming has a card tied to the Internet, but he doesn't want to take a taxi, so he just walks slowly on the road with his schoolbag on one shoulder.

He didn't want to go to class anyway.

Today was another day of skipping class, Wu Ming raised his head to look at the blood-colored Chaoyang, and stretched out his fingers to cover his eyes. The shadow of his fingers hit his pure white face, which was a little red.

'Actually, I like the morning, it would be better if I didn't wake up so early. '

[For many people, the rising sun is a very beautiful thing, because it means that they live another day. 】'The same to you? '

【I have no idea. 】

There was a smile on the corner of Wu Ming's mouth, which seemed to reveal a bit of sarcasm.

Wu Ming didn't go to school, but went to the amusement park. Fortunately, he took out his mobile phone and played all the items in the amusement park. Wu Ming rarely showed a smile.

He played alone, went to a haunted house, took a pirate ship, walked in space, and then rode a Ferris wheel alone.

When the Ferris wheel reached its highest point, Wu Ming took out his mobile phone to find a photo for himself.

For Wu Ming, he didn't have a so-called childhood, those dusty memories have long since become blurred, leaving only a few incomplete pictures.

Too many worlds covered everything about him.

When he came out of the playground, Wu Ming's footsteps were a little weak. He bought a bottle of water and sat down to rest in the park.

There is a large square next to it, with many pigeons on it, and there are hawkers selling pigeon food. Some children can't help but coquettishly ask their parents to feed the pigeons.

Wu Ming watched silently, and suddenly a pigeon jumped onto his chair.

The chair Wu Ming was sitting on was under a big tree, the sun didn't shine in, and the chair was lukewarm.

The white pigeon tilted its head and looked at Wu Ming, as if looking at something, its small eyes blinked slightly.

It is probably also puzzled, usually these humans will feed them when they see them, why this human doesn't feed them.

The little pigeon stepped on the wooden board on the chair and walked towards Wu Ming. Wu Ming raised his eyelids and ignored him.

The little pigeon became more courageous, and flew directly on Wu Ming's shoulder, turning his head to look at him.

The pigeons here are often fed by humans, and they are used to humans. The bold ones often run on humans to play.

Wu Ming felt a slight weight on his shoulder, and reached out to pat it away.

The little pigeon jumped and landed on Wu Ming's head again.

The corners of Wu Ming's eyes twitched. He was never a caring person.

The little pigeon must have noticed it too, and jumped onto the branch with a wave of its wings, tilting its head to look at Wu Ming.

Wu Ming raised his head, his exquisite chin slid across a perfect arc, one bird was on the tree, the other was under the tree, looking at each other.

"Crack."

Hearing the sound of taking pictures, Wu Ming immediately turned his head to look. There was a person next to him holding a video camera and showing a friendly smile towards Wu Ming.

Wu Ming remained expressionless, and spit out two words, "Deleted."

"Why, I think it's very good, I can wash it out and give it to you."

"Deleted." Wu Ming's tone did not change, but there was a bit of sharpness in his eyes.

The man froze for a moment, lowered his head and deleted the photo, unable to understand.

These days, there are so many strange people.

In fact, Wu Ming doesn't like taking pictures, this habit is basically unknown even to his lovers.

He is afraid of thunder, hates taking pictures, never eats offal, and likes to drink milk that has been heated and put in a glass.

Little by little, these little habits merged together to become the current him.

Turning on the phone to check the time, it was almost time for school to end, and Wu Ming should go back.

He stuffed it into his pocket with one hand, and carried the schoolbag on his shoulder with the other, with a somewhat cynical taste.

The little pigeon on the tree watched Wu Ming go, flapped its wings and immediately followed. It probably liked Wu Ming quite a bit, flapping its wings behind.

Wu Ming didn't care. He walked to the side of the road and took a taxi. He sat in the back and rubbed his forehead tiredly.

The little pigeon saw this strange human being entered into a big shell, and the big shell could still run, so the little pigeon jumped onto the roof of the car immediately, arrogantly.

Quite a few people came to look at it. There was a white pigeon with its head up standing on top of the car. It was funny no matter how you looked at it.

Wu Ming didn't know, and in fact he didn't want to know, he didn't think he was a very caring person.

But today, Wu Ming's timing was quite accurate, and he met Wu He's car at the gate of Wu's house.

The driver couldn't get in, so Wu Ming simply got out of the car and walked in by himself. It only took more than ten minutes, not too far.

Sitting in the car, Wu He looked at Wu Ming who got off beside him, wondering what he felt.

After entering the house and returning to his room, the first thing Wu Ming did was to take a shower, and then put on clean clothes. Today, he wore shorts and short sleeves, but the shorts were a bit too short, and they were in the middle of his thighs, revealing a straight white leg .

Wu Ming looked in the mirror and found that the gauze cloth on his forehead was completely wet, showing a bit of red.

He untied the gauze cloth, revealing an ugly scar, which was not completely scarred, and there was a little pink in the middle.

Wu Ming glanced at his mouth, he was so ugly.

"Cuckoo-"

At this moment, the sound of pigeons sounded by the window.

Wu Ming turned his head to look, it was still the little white pigeon, why did it follow.

This room is also very big, and there is a balcony outside, the little pigeon is standing outside the balcony, the window is closed and cannot come in.

"Da——" Wu Ming opened the window, and the little pigeon jumped in.

"Why, do you like me?" Wu Ming looked at the little pigeon that came in and looked around, and asked mockingly.

The little pigeon couldn't understand, it just kept jumping and flying.

Wu Ming didn't bother to take care of it anymore. He went into the bathroom to look at the wound on his forehead. It was not big or small, and he didn't know if it would leave a scar. He didn't pay attention when he was taking a bath just now. A thin layer of blood was washed away. It opened and stuck to it softly.

Wu Ming didn't like it, so he picked everything away. He searched for medicine in the room, but couldn't find it.

I was a little upset to go out. The Wu family has a family doctor, who quickly applied medicine to Wu Ming's wound and bandaged it.

Wu Ming was a little worried, "Will it leave a scar?"

For Wu Ming, the face represents everything.

"Avoid spicy food, and soy sauce. If you eat it lightly, there should be no scars." The doctor put away his tools and said softly.

Wu Ming reached out and touched the emery cloth on his forehead, his brows were wrinkled.

"You must not leave scars." Wu Ming said seriously.

The doctor couldn't help laughing, he was still a child.

Wu Ming didn't care, and went back to the room after dressing up. It's strange, he skipped class all day today, why didn't the teacher call and gave up on him?That would be great.

When it was getting dark, the servant knocked on his door and asked him to go down to have dinner together.

Wu Ming was playing a small game, he let out a hum before going down.

The mobile phone is not turned off, and I am still playing with the mobile phone with my head down. The sound of the mobile phone is not loud, and occasionally the sound of the game comes out.

As soon as he got down, a trace of disgust flashed in Wu He's eyes beside him, but he still pretended to be cute and smiled.

"It's not good to be addicted to games, brother, it's time to eat now."

Wu He has always been called brother in front of Wu Jinzhong.

It perfectly interprets what life is like a play, and it all depends on acting skills.

But Wu He is only a teenager after all, his acting skills, let alone Wu Ming, Wu Jinzhong has been in the mall for so many years, it is impossible not to see it.

"Well, after this round, right away." Wu Ming lowered his head, sat in his seat, and continued to play the game.

Wu Ming noticed that Wu Jin's heavy gaze from above was on him, Wu Ming pretended not to feel anything, and bit his lip, with a serious look on his face.

In terms of acting skills, Wu Ming beat Wu He for a whole hundred worlds.

One minute later, Wu Ming let out a sigh of relief, and put down the phone with a satisfied face.

Looking up, there were only three people at the dining table, and the other two were looking at him.

Wu Ming looked at Wu Jinzhong, smiled embarrassedly, "Father."

Wu Jinzhong's eyes flickered slightly, just two words, "eat."

Wu He is depressed, he is honest, he does not eat or sleep, he is obviously more educated than Wu Ming, why does he always feel that Wu Jinzhong treats him the same as he treats Wu Ming? Is it Wu Jinzhong's son?

In addition, Wu He hated Wu Ming even more. It must be because Wu Ming came back first. If he hadn't been swapped, he would have lived in Wu's house from the beginning, and he would definitely be able to get Wu Jinzhong's affirmation.

Thinking about it, Wu He wanted to be more serious with Wu Ming.

After dinner, it was rare for the whole family to sit in the lobby. Wu Jinzhong could make tea. He had many tea sets, one of which was his favorite and he used it often. He sat on the sofa and performed a series of smooth movements.

Wu Ming found that Wu Jinzhong's fingers are very beautiful, not the kind of clean, nor the kind of pampered, calloused, the touch must be very rough, but very strong, almost every inch is forged, the fingers are very straight, vaguely Get blue veins.

"Father, I also want to learn how to make tea." Wu Ming propped up his chin, watched Wu Jinzhong's movements intently, and suddenly said.

Wu He on the side looked at Wu Ming with even more annoying eyes, "Brother, it's the third year of high school now, let's focus on studying first."

When he mentioned this matter, Wu He became even more resentful. When he came back, Wu Ming was in high school. He thought that Wu Ming went to a good high school, so he said that he would definitely go to the same school as him. Only after I went there did I realize that Wu Ming is just a very ordinary high school, which can be regarded as a key high school, but it is completely different from those so-called private aristocratic high schools.

What Wu He didn't know was that Wu Jinzhong didn't care about Wu Ming at all before. Wu Ming's high school was admitted by himself, and it had nothing to do with Wu's family.

Therefore, Wu He thought that Wu Ming was not liked by Wu Jinzhong, but he didn't feel like it, as if Wu Jinzhong didn't care about anyone.

"You need to combine work and rest." Wu Ming propped up his chin, said with a smile, then turned to ask Wu Jinzhong, "Is that right, Dad?"

Wu Jinzhong picked up a cup of brewed tea, put it under his nose and sniffed it gently, but poured it into the water glass next to him without drinking it, and said lightly, "You played truant today."

Wu He on the side pursed his lips slightly. He was the one who drove Wu Ming out of the car in the morning. Wu Ming would definitely say it. That's why my brother can't get angry."

Wu Jinzhong took the handkerchief from the side, and gently wiped his hands.

Wu Ming still had that smiling face, "Because I don't want to go to school, Dad, can I not go to school?"

"The reason." Wu Jinzhong didn't seem to care, just asked casually.

Maybe the teenager will answer what he wants to study abroad, or recommend, or just simply don't want to go to school.

"Because," Wu Ming looked at Wu Jinzhong without blinking, "I want to be by my father's side."

"Wu Ming!" The one who spoke first was Wu He next to him.

Wu He suddenly found that there was a panic in his heart, even he couldn't explain it, damn Wu Ming, it was all because of him.

Wu Jinzhong just gave Wu Ming a sideways look, and didn't express anything. It was getting late, and he had to go upstairs to hold a video conference and then read some documents.

For Wu Jinzhong, he doesn't care about many things.

Wu Ming shrugged indifferently.

Wu He on the side looked at Wu Ming with even more vicious eyes.

But Wu He is not a person who directly expresses his emotions at home, even if he hates Wu Ming to death, he will not express anything in front of others.

Wu Jinzhong's tea set was put away by the housekeeper, and Wu Ming got up and went back to his room.

The weather is very hot tonight, it should be raining, Wu Ming went back to the room early, he doesn't like rain in summer, because it will cause thunder when it rains in summer.

After returning to the room, Wu Ming closed all the windows. The little pigeon didn't know where it went, and Wu Ming didn't bother to care about it. He washed up, went to bed, and continued to play games.

Wu Ming is a person who can easily become passionate about a certain game, but his enthusiasm comes and goes faster, maybe only for one day, maybe only for two days, and at most it will not exceed a month. This is different from his past lovers can be seen.

After playing the game for a while, the outside was covered with dark clouds, and the wind blew violently.

"Boom--"

"Crack."

The mobile phone in Wu Ming's hand fell to the ground, and he died during the game.

Wu Ming's body trembled slightly.

"Boom——" Wu Ming suddenly grasped the bed sheet tightly and did not move.

In fact, Wu Ming hates thunder very much. In the past, he couldn't help but hug his lover when there was thunder. He hasn't heard thunder for a long time. In the past few worlds, thunder and rain were rare.

Tonight is bound to be a sleepless night.

Wu Ming drew the curtains, got on the bed, and wrapped himself up completely with the bedding.

"Boom——!!" The thunder became louder, as if it wanted to split the whole world.

Wu Ming hid under the quilt, trembling slightly, suddenly remembered something, got up and got out of bed, without even wearing shoes, and ran directly to the third floor.

Wu Ming rarely came up, because Wu Jinzhong rarely allowed other people to come up, and usually only the regular cleaning and housekeeping could enter Wu Jinzhong's room.

"Papapa——" Wu Ming patted on the door impatiently, and the chaotic voice betrayed his emotions.

"Who?" A man's voice came from inside, a little hoarse.

"Father." Wu Ming called.

There was a moment of silence inside, before uttering two words, "Come in."

Only then did Wu Ming open the door and go in.

As soon as he entered, Wu Ming was coughed by the strong smell of smoke. Wu Jin was smoking a lot, and the room was filled with a smell of smoke, which was very choking.

I didn't see it inside, the darkness swallowed everything, only the orange fire between Wu Jinzhong's fingers flickered on and off.

"Father, I want to sleep with you tonight. I'm afraid of thunder." Wu Ming looked at Wu Jinzhong and said cautiously.

"Boom--"

At this time, there was a loud noise outside the window, and Wu Ming trembled slightly.

"Are you afraid?" Wu Jin put out the cigarette in his hand, and his tone was devoid of any emotion.

Wu Ming's eyelids twitched suddenly.

"Then we should overcome it." In the darkness, Wu Ming heard Wu Jinzhong say that.

"Wow——" the curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows were slammed open by Wu Jin, and at this moment there was a sudden burst of lightning outside the window, accompanied by heavy thunder.

In the white light, Wu Ming felt that Wu Jinzhong's face looked like a devil.

When the thunder sounded just now, he couldn't help trembling slightly, but now he couldn't help taking a step back slightly.

"My son, is he so timid?" Wu Jinzhong approached Wu Ming step by step with a bit of teasing.

Wu Ming felt that his wrist was being grabbed violently, as if by iron clamps, he couldn't move, and even had a dull pain.

Wu Jinzhong directly pulled Wu Ming to the window, forcing him to look out of the window at the violent storm and the thunder that made Wu Ming constantly afraid.

"Boom--!!"

"Father!" Wu Ming screamed, and wanted to turn around, but was forced by Wu Jinzhong to approach the floor-to-ceiling windows. This feeling was like standing on a cliff.

Even, Wu Jinzhong slightly exerted force on the back of Wu Ming's head, so that Wu Ming could see everything outside more clearly.

His voice sounded in Wu Ming's ear, as if it came from a devil's murmur.

"Afraid? Then be afraid forever."

"Boom--!!"

The thunder kept ringing, and every time it sounded, Wu Ming's body trembled slightly.

The torrential rain outside poured down violently. Even through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Wu Ming felt as if he was in the rainstorm.

Wu Ming seemed to give up struggling, he closed his eyes, and there were tears flowing from the corners of his eyes because of the trembling.

He didn't cry, not even a pitiful cry from his throat.

After a while, the torrential rain continued, but the thunder gradually dissipated.

Wu Jin let go of Wu Ming again, took a step back and looked at Wu Ming condescendingly.

Wu Ming knelt down and sat down weakly, as if he was still recovering, his body couldn't help shaking slightly, with a bit of fear.

After a long while, Wu Ming raised his head to look at Wu Jinzhong, and there was some emotional tumbling in his eyes.

Wu Ming supported the wall next to him to get up, and just stood up, it seemed that he pressed a switch, and a small yellow light suddenly lit up in the dark room.

Wu Jinzhong still looked at Wu Ming expressionlessly. Wu Ming's eyes were red and moist. Obviously, he was really scared just now.

Wu Jin took another look at Wu Ming, turned around and sat beside him, picked up the cigarette and lit it, and continued to smoke silently.

Wu Ming wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hand, and turned off the lit light. In the darkness, the atmosphere eased, and the awkwardness between the two of them was no longer so great.

"Father, I'm really afraid of thunder." Wu Ming said softly.

Then he walked towards the door, his back was somewhat sad and lonely.

Wu Jinzhong's little finger trembled slightly.

Wu Ming opened the door, his footsteps paused slightly, very frustrated, at the moment he wanted to step out, Wu Jin spoke again.

"Come back." Two words calmly.

Wu Ming's hand stiffened slightly, and after a while, he slowly let go of the doorknob, closed the door, and then walked towards Wu Jin.

In the darkness, no one could see the expressions of the two clearly.

A silence.

"Father?" Wu Ming called softly.

Wu Jinzhong pinched his eyebrows a little irritably, got up, and walked towards Wu Ming.

Wu Ming felt a shadow cast on his body, and wanted to raise his head, but found that Wu Jin raised his hand again.

The corners of Wu Ming's eyes twitched, Wu Jinzhong probably had domestic violence tendencies.

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