The scumbags all knelt down to me [Quick Transmigration]

Lu Xiaoke lowered his head slightly, and his slightly longer bangs blocked his expression, but when the other party raised his foot, he let out a soft cry, obviously hurt by the touch.

The system glanced at the man, then at Lu Xiaoke, and asked hesitantly, "Is he Qin Feng?"

Lu Xiaoke: "Yes, and no."

"..." System, "Is he an anthropomorphic system?"

"No." Lu Xiaoke frowned slightly, and retorted, "No, he is human, but he is not a salesman, and he has no memory after traveling through every world."

What kind of case is this, the system has never encountered it before, and asked in shock: "You have always known?"

Lu Xiaoke pursed her lips, as if looking for a suitable wording.

Seeing him in a dilemma, the system almost guessed it out of ten.

He should have known it when he saw Qin Feng for the first time. No wonder he insisted on saving Qin Feng just by looking at him. No wonder he only chose Qin Feng as his backer out of thousands of people. In reality, he has a very cold heart and will choose to stay with Qin Feng after the mission is over.

It turned out that he already had his own plans, but he didn't tell himself.

The system is a bit uncomfortable, but yes, I am a system, if there is no binding, there will be no intersection between the two.

It asked: "You guys knew each other before?"

Lu Xiaoke: "He doesn't know me."

System: "Then you know him?"

Lu Xiaoke suddenly laughed, the kind of smile that the system couldn't understand: "I don't know, the first time we met, I felt unusual data fluctuations. I checked it casually, but I couldn't find it. I was very curious and interested."

Inexplicably, the system felt that he was lying, but everyone had their own secrets, and it had no right to ask.

System: "You came here today to find him?"

Lu Xiaoke was amused this time: "How is it possible, he wanders in various worlds completely irregularly, I don't know which world he will end up in, how can I predict that he will appear here."

The system believes this, maybe this is the so-called fate.

"Why, jealous?" Lu Xiaoke laughed, "It's not too late to regret it now, as long as you say you like me immediately, I will..."

"Just what?" The system interrupted him, "You can only talk nonsense all day long, and people are chasing you here. Do you still want to be a scumbag?"

"His details are unknown, whether he has any memory." Lu Xiaoke said, "For him, when the last world is over, it is really over, and our relationship will naturally end."

System: "Then you are fate, the company does not interfere with the host's emotional life, it is not easy to meet.

Lu Xiaoke nodded knowingly: "Oh, you think so!"

The man looked at his feet and frowned: "It may be a bone injury, I have to go to the hospital."

Jian Eryun was even more worried, and asked, "Is it serious?"

Lu Xiaoke: "It's not serious, really, I don't feel much pain anymore." He winked at the man as he spoke.

The man's eyes paused, he didn't speak, and reached out to help him: "I don't know yet, I have to go to the hospital to take a film."

"..." Lu Xiaoke tried twice, but still couldn't stand up.

"Sorry, can I lift you up?" Seeing his grinning in pain, the man frowned for a moment and then suggested.

"No, no, no." Lu Xiaoke shook his head again and again, "I can..." Before he finished speaking, the half of his body that had just been propped up went limp again.

The man stopped asking him, wrapped his arms around his waist, and hugged him directly: "Be careful, it will be more serious if you cause a second injury."

Jian Eryun chimed in: "Just let him hold you. She's not a girl either. Why are you so shy?"

Lu Xiaoke tilted his head, not as comfortable in front of Jian Eryun, and his cheeks were also red.

Jian Erjun knew that he was awkward, so she kept talking to him to divert his attention: "My child, I haven't asked your name after talking for so long. Are you still a student, a junior high school student? What grade are you in?"

"..." Lu Xiaoke looked at Jian Eryun, then secretly glanced at the man's chin, and replied, "He, He Xingyang, this year, sixteen, a sophomore in high school, an art student at Wending Middle School."

"Why are you nervous?" Seeing that he couldn't say anything in embarrassment, Jian Eryun smiled immediately, and looked forward to his shoulders, "Xingyang, don't be nervous, my son is just a bit fierce, don't worry, he really You are a good person, do whatever you want, don’t be afraid.”

The man was helpless: "Mom."

Lu Xiaoke pursed her lips and said nothing.

Jian Erjun walked two steps faster and opened the car door: "Go in first."

The man carefully sent Lu Xiaoke to the rear driver's seat, and asked, "Mom, help me so that he doesn't touch the ground."

"All right, all right, can I still take care of others?" Jian Eryun waved impatiently, "Hurry up, drive quickly."

Looking at the pale face of the child, one could tell that the pain was severe.

"My name is Jian Erjun, and you know it, so I won't introduce it." After Jian Erjun sat in, she patted the back of Lu Xiaoke's hand, "The one in front is my son, named Pei Haozhe." While talking, he squinted his eyes and looked up and down, and said, "Xingyang, I didn't say that, you are too skinny, why, do high school students have to study hard now?"

Lu Xiaoke shook his head uncomfortably: "I'm an art student, and I don't take much class on weekdays."

"So you like painting too much?" Jian Eryun smiled and reached out to touch the calluses on his hands, "You must be so hungry after sleeping and forgetting food."

She looked at Lu Xiaoke with her head bowed down, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it, and she couldn't put it down: "Tsk tsk tsk, this little face looks better, if it has more meat, I grew old before I gave birth. In my dream, I gave birth to a white, fat, cute little boy, but I didn’t expect to give birth to a cold-faced Hades, who always had a straight face when he was a baby, and he was so boring. Xingyang, you like to draw, and then come when you have nothing to do Find me, let's draw together, how about it."

Lu Xiaoke raised his face in disbelief: "Really?"

"Why did I lie to you?" Jian Eryun smiled, "Oh, I really like you at the first sight, you child, hey, we two were mother and son in the previous life, right? Why are we so destined?"

Lu Xiaoke was embarrassed to hold her hand, and suppressed his excited voice and said: "Mr. Jian, I, I'm so happy, I really, can I learn painting from you?"

Jian Eryun patted the back of his hand and said with a smile: "We are already familiar, why are you being so polite, I will just call you Aunt Jian from now on."

"Aunt Jian?" Lu Xiaoke's face finally became more bloody, and he raised his face to meet Jian Eryun's encouraging eyes, his lips moved, and he whispered.

"Hey, that's right." Jian Erjun nodded in satisfaction, and said to the man in front, "Pei Haozhe, look at Xingyang, and then look at yourself, even when you were young, you were not so obedient." She told Lu Xiaoke complained, "It will be even more worrying when I grow up."

Lu Xiaoke smiled sarcastically.

Pei Haozhe seemed to have gotten used to his mother's behavior, so he glanced at the front-view mirror: "Xingyang, is that right? Come and draw with my mother when you have nothing to do, and you can also accompany her to relieve boredom."

Jian Erjun pouted at Lu Xiaoke: "Look, alas, it's not cute at all."

When they arrived at the hospital, they took an X-ray and confirmed that it was a bone fracture. The doctor put a bandage on them, explained a lot of precautions in a long-winded manner, and finally told them that as long as they were not injured, there was nothing serious and they were sent back.

Standing in front of the car leaning on crutches, Jian Eryun looked at his slightly raised feet, frowned slightly and asked: "I don't know when it will be better, it's not convenient to get out and go in if tied like this."

Lu Xiaoke shook his head, then paid attention to the taxi on the side of the road: "It's okay, it will be fine in two days, and the bandage can be removed."

"Let's take you home first." At this point, she suddenly called out, "Ah, you didn't notify your family when you were injured?" The news that his mother had passed away subconsciously ignored the news of his father.

Lu Xiaoke shook his head indifferently: "No, my dad is quite busy, please Brother Pei to take me back."

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Jian Eryun exchanged a look with Pei Haozhe, and reluctantly said, "Okay, we'll take you back."

This time Lu Xiaoke didn't refuse and got into the car.

On the way back, there was no need to worry, the car drove slowly and steadily, Jian Eryun took his hand and asked a lot, and exchanged a lot of art knowledge.

During the whole process, Lu Xiaoke's eyes sparkled, he absorbed knowledge like a sponge, and from time to time, he could express a few words of his own opinion, which made Jian Eryun pat the back of his hand and praise him endlessly. Said: "It would be great if you were my child. I used to dream of holding a paintbrush with my son, traveling all over the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, and describing everything I saw and felt with a paintbrush."

Speaking of this, she glanced at the unlucky son sitting in front of her, and said angrily: "Who knew that this kid is exactly like his father, he has no artistic cells at all, and he just plunged his head into the mall, let alone painting. , He can’t even understand my paintings, Xingyang, how long have you studied, and who did you learn from?”

Lu Xiaoke is embarrassed: "It took a long time to paint. When I was three or four years old, I followed my mother to smudge casually. When I was seven or eight years old, I started to copy the doodles in my mother's book. After ten years When I was four or five years old, I enrolled as an art student to learn simple skills, if we talk about systematic learning, it may have to wait until I go to college."

"You haven't learned it?" From his casual words, he can roughly piece together his current living conditions. Jian Eryun was surprised, "Xingyang, you are really talented, study hard, and you will definitely achieve something in time .”

She smiled encouragingly and said, "It must be taller than me!"

Lu Xiaoke's shrunken eyes instantly became firmer, and the corners of his lips raised slightly: "I can't compare with you, but I will definitely study hard. I like drawing, and as long as I have the opportunity, I will definitely work hard to keep drawing." of."

Jian Eryun patted his head in relief, and took out his mobile phone: "Leave a call, come to my aunt to cook something delicious for you when you are free."

The original owner's home was near the city center, and it was only a ten-minute drive away. Looking at the villa outside the car window and Lu Xiaoke's plain and casual clothes, Jian Eryun frowned almost imperceptibly.

Lu Xiaoke politely declined her request to send her down, and said, "Aunt Jian, you can just sit in the car, and I'll go back by myself." He opened the other door and slowly moved the car door Going down, Pei Haozhe was already waiting outside the car door, holding his hand to help him stand still.

Seeing his slightly embarrassed expression, Jian Eryun stopped insisting: "Pei Haozhe, you can send him in." Seeing that Lu Xiaoke's face was about to wrinkle together, before he could refuse, Jian Eryun stopped him. His mouth, "If someone asks about your injury, there should be an explanation."

"No one will ask." Lu Xiaoke lowered his head slightly and said in a low voice, and Jian Eryun asked, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing, then thank you Brother Pei." Jian Eryun didn't hear it, but Pei Haozhe, who was closest to him, heard it clearly, so he couldn't help but look at him twice, said no thanks, and supported the two of them He entered the villa relatively silently.

Lu Xiaoke opened the door with a password. After entering, he found that although it was afternoon, He Mingda and Zhao Tingmeng were both at home. The two of them came down from the stairs arm in arm, and suddenly met Lu Xiaoke. They were all stunned.

He Mingda's eyes showed disgust unconsciously, and he didn't speak.

When Zhao Tingmeng saw his bandaged feet and the crutches supporting his body, he asked with concern: "Xingyang, what's wrong with your feet? It hurts like this?"

Lu Xiaoke didn't even look at them, he supported Pei Haozhe who was about to say hello, and whispered, "My room is on the first floor, at the end of the corridor on the right, I can just go in by myself, brother Pei, please go back first .”

Pei Haozhe immediately understood, and he didn't care about the two people still standing on the stairs: "Since you've all come in, I should let me watch you go back to the room, otherwise my mother won't be at ease."

Lu Xiaoke bit his lip and hesitated for less than half a minute, then nodded: "That's troublesome."

Just as they passed the stairs, He Mingda's disgusting voice sounded: "He Xingyang, your Aunt Zhao is talking to you, what's your attitude, she also cares about you, if it's normal for other people, even if they die, we won't Ask more."

Pei Haozhe frowned, how could he say that about his son's father?

I just didn't expect that the child who seemed to be resigned would directly turn back: "Where is Aunt Zhao, she is not qualified to be my aunt, heh, she is just a mistress who can't stand on the stage, I am afraid of being misunderstood by calling her aunt." Thinking that they are relatives of Xiaosan, this is a stain that will never be washed away in a lifetime."

Being accused by a child in front of outsiders, Zhao Tingmeng immediately lost face, and she hadn't fully adapted to the hedgehog-like He Xingyang, so she blurted out subconsciously: "He Xingyang, what nonsense are you bastard, look at me Don't tear your mouth apart." She stepped on her high-heeled shoes and went down two or three steps, standing there awkwardly as if waking up from a dream.

He Mingda got angry: "He Xingyang, look at how you are now. You have nothing to do all day long, and now you don't know where you got injured. I think you lack discipline."

Lu Xiaoke stopped suddenly, without looking at him, he just stared at the white bandage on his feet and smiled coldly: "You think I'm doing nothing all day because you don't care what I'm doing, isn't it because I lack discipline? Because my mother went blind a few years ago and fell in love with a man who only coveted her family property, and died early in the end, no one taught me."

"Also~" He glanced at Zhao Tingmeng meaningfully, lowered his head again, and said with disdain, "If I was born in the eighth classics, if I was still a little bastard, then that one was less than a few months younger than me. What are things that can’t even see the light for a few years, and can only rot and stink in the corner like garbage? Rats crossing the street? I’m afraid the rats will come out and refute that they are at least recognized by their own kind.”

"He Xingyang, you!" Zhao Tingmeng was trembling all over from his anger, his eye circles turned red immediately, and he twisted his body like a little girl, looking at He Mingda coquettishly, which scared Lu Xiaoke all over. Pimple popped out suddenly, almost yelling.

"You!" He Mingda was so choked by him that he couldn't refute, and shouted angrily, "I think you are lawless now, even your father dares to scold you, no wonder you will be hit by a car when you go out, God can't see it gone."

Pei Haozhe couldn't listen anymore, and was about to speak out when Lu Xiaoke pulled him back, and immediately realized that this was the other party's private matter, and he had no right to ask about it.

"Hitted by a car?" Lu Xiaoke asked back, "How do you know that I was hit by a car? Could it be that you sent someone to do it?"

He Mingda panicked for a moment with unclear eyes: "Don't talk too much nonsense, how could we do such a thing."

"Yes, it's impossible for me. After all, you still can't let me die. After I die, who will sign the property transfer document for you, but..." Lu Xiaoke stared at He Mingda from the corner of his eyes, and said word by word, "It's not necessarily true for others."

He Mingda's heart was shocked, and he retorted subconsciously: "What did you say?! What did your mother tell you?"

Lu Xiaoke snorted coldly, leaving behind the sound of a string of crutches being poked on the floor and left.

One sound after another sounded like an alarm bell knocking on the tip of He Mingda's heart, causing his whole body to ache.

"I may not be able to go to school these two days, you'd better call the school and ask for a leave." When Lu Xiaoke turned around at the door, "I advise you not to be bothered, only I graduated successfully and passed the entrance examination. An ideal university will be happy, maybe you can still think about your current good, and you can stay away from you, right?"

The motive of his actions during the past two days was pointedly exposed, He Mingda's face changed slightly, and he said uncomfortably: "I know about the leave. Your foot was injured and you have been quietly raising it at home for the past two days."

Lu Xiaoke: "I don't need to worry about this, the left and right can't die, and it's not because the hand is injured."

"You!" He Mingda couldn't bear it anymore, his chest heaved violently, "He Xingyang, what on earth are you trying to do!"

What responded to him was Peng's slamming of the door, and He Mingda's fist seemed to hit the cotton, and he couldn't let go of his anger, and his face was flushed.

Although he is not invincible in the mall, he is also an old fox who has been cunning for many years. He has not suffered such a dumb loss for many years. After all, he is not so directly aggressive at the negotiating table. The child who was not fully grown was choked speechless, and his chest was even tighter.

Zhao Ting dreamed that he had returned to his room, so he hurried up and asked, "Mingda, do you think He Xingyang knows something?"

"He's crazy, so you're going crazy too. How old was he back then, what can he know?" He Mingda snapped, "What's the mess? Everyone knows that he wants to make trouble when he yells?"

Zhao Tingmeng was still out of his wits after being scolded: "But back then, didn't someone hear it?"

He Mingda also looked thoughtful: "No, she promised me back then, even if it was for her son, it is impossible to tell other people about it."

"That's good, that's good." Zhao Tingmeng muttered, still a little scared on his face.

However, He Mingda looked at the closed door of the room: "Why did that person look familiar just now, it's impossible."

Zhao Tingmeng was instantly nervous: "Who is it? Who was it back then?"

He Mingda frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't mention things that happened 800 years ago. It just feels a bit like... Forget it, it's impossible. Let's go. If we don't leave, we won't be able to catch up with the ceremony."

After closing the door, Lu Xiaoke let out a breath. After taking off all the armor, he looked like a soft rabbit, pitiful and painful. He smiled self-deprecatingly: "I'll show you a joke."

"It's not your fault, and it's not your joke." Pei Haozhe rubbed his little head, and waited until the palm of his hand came into contact with the soft and fluffy touch to realize what he had done. He immediately withdrew his hand, looked around and asked Said, "Your foot is injured, is it convenient to be alone like this, or..."

Come live at my house, these words were interrupted by the child before they could be uttered.

Lu Xiaoke shook his head: "It's okay, I'm used to it." Seeing Pei Haozhe's disbelieving expression from the corner of the eye, he hastily added, "Really, I have suffered more serious injuries before, and I have come here like this."

Looking at the plain expression on his face, Pei Haozhe suddenly had an urge to hold this child in his arms and tell him that no matter what happened, he would always be by his side. As soon as this thought popped up, it scared him one jump.

Just like what his mother said, Pei Haozhe thinks that he has been an emotionally indifferent person since he was a child. This is the first time he has the idea of ​​wanting to love and care for someone.

But looking down at the top of the child's furry head, he was instantly relieved. After all, such a cute boy, even his mother praised him in three or two sentences, and he could tell that his mother really wanted to like him with children.

This kid is like a kitten. If you don’t recruit him, he will quietly shut himself in his own closed world. If you treat him well, he will greet you with a smile and be honest with you. It meant to hurt him, the rabbit bit people even in a hurry, the kitten naturally wanted to show its long and sharp claws.

Pei Haozhe likes this character that doesn't suffer, the more he thinks about it, the more he likes it, just like his mother.

Lu Xiaoke also looked around, and said embarrassingly: "Brother Pei, it's not very convenient for me, so I won't keep you."

Pei Haozhe made up his mind that his mother would definitely abduct him to his home after returning, so he didn't plan to stay any longer, so he turned around and left after saying a few more words.