Lao Gong is a master [Quick Transmigration]

Five or six hours later, the helicopter landed slowly on the parking lot at Fu Musheng's home.

Zhou Jingling got off the plane, "Isn't this next door to my house? We are neighbors, we are destined."

Having been his neighbor for so long, he didn't even know it.

"It's very fate."

It didn't even occur to him that they were neighbors.

Zhou Jingling approached Fu Musheng, and said softly and slowly: "To your house or to my house."

After two months of separation, he wanted to do it after not doing it for so long.

His movements were too regular, and Fu Musheng misunderstood his meaning, and replied: "Go to my house, after sitting on the plane for so long, you must be hungry, my house has already cooked food."

A few days ago, Zhou Jingling complained to him that there was a shortage of supplies in the desert, and there was nothing delicious, and he was almost starved to death.

Before the plane took off, he ordered the housekeeping staff to cook some Zhou Jingling's favorite dishes.

Zhou Jingling had a thick skin, and was misunderstood by Fu Musheng, but he didn't feel embarrassed. He smiled and said, "Okay."

They had just returned from the desert, and their bodies were stained with a lot of sand. They went to the bathroom to wash up carefully before going to eat.

All the dishes were cold after they washed up due to taking too long in the bathroom.

These dishes are served hot, and the taste is not very good when they are cold.

Rib soup, braised pork, beef stewed with potatoes, stewed chicken with mushrooms... are all the dishes he wanted to eat when I chatted with Fu Musheng a few days ago.

Looking at these carefully prepared dishes, Zhou Jingling frowned slightly, thinking about which ones were still edible.

Fu Musheng noticed it, and said: "I'll ask the housekeeper to come over and throw these away, and do it again. It will take about half an hour, so bear with it for a while."

If he had known that he was so greedy, he should have stuck to his heart in the bathroom, resisted his temptation, and hadn't...wasted time.

A few days ago, the production crew rushed to the schedule and lived in the desert for almost a long time. Zhou Jingling thought about the dry and hard food he ate in the desert in the past few days. He felt that Mr. Fu was too wasteful, and these food can still be salvaged.

So Zhou Jingling stopped him and said, "Don't throw it away, these are still edible when they are warm in the microwave."

In the past, he was very picky eater and never ate leftovers. Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected surprise in a desert filming, which cured his picky eater.

Fu Musheng blurted out: "It won't be fresh after being cooked again, so don't eat it."

It is shameful to waste, Zhou Jingling turned to look at him reproachfully.

Fu Musheng hurriedly changed his mouth and said nonsense: "But high-temperature processing twice can remove more bacteria, healthy, hehe, healthy."

He immediately took a few dishes to the kitchen to heat them up.

Zhou Jingling picked up the chopsticks, picked up a few pieces of braised pork, and put them in his mouth to chew slowly.

It's a pity that it's not as delicious as it was just out of the pan.

He put a few dollars on Fu Mu, and if there is a problem, he must share it, and Mr. Fu must also taste it.

"It's all your fault. If it wasn't for you, these dishes wouldn't be cold."

Fu Musheng pretended to be angry, "Just now in the bathroom, you were the one who seduced, hinted, and tempted me first."

It's all against him, very good, this day can't be passed.

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Since Wan Jingyang pushed back Zhou Jingling's work two months ago, he has no work at all and is very free.

Zhou Jingling plans to use this rare leisure time to establish a private studio.

In order to make it easier for him and Mr. Fu to meet at any time and have an in-depth exchange of feelings at any time, he chose the location of the studio opposite Tianyuan.

Zhou Jingling and Mr. Fu went to Tianyuan Building together. Zhou Jingling went to the opposite side of Tianyuan to look at the house and sign the rental contract. Mr. Fu went to work in the company.

They sat in the back seat of the car, each playing with their mobile phones, relatively silent.

Finally, Zhou Jingling couldn't stand it anymore, and suggested: "Don't you have a house near Tianyuan? Let's move there today, it's convenient for work."

They set off from Haitai Villa District to Tianyuan Building at 07:30 in the morning, but encountered a traffic jam as expected. It is now 10:30 and they have not yet reached their destination.

It is estimated that the employees of Tianyuan Entertainment Company will be off work after arriving, and the viewing time that he made an appointment with the landlord has already passed.

Fu Musheng pondered for a moment, the home near Tianyuan is his permanent residence, there are too many company secrets in it, and he doesn't like to let outsiders enter his private territory.

What's more, he is just a gadget he likes, and he will throw it away when he gets tired of playing with it.

Agreeing to a relationship with him, doing what couples in love do, just because he likes his body.

How dare he enter the house and want to live in his house?

Seeing his strange expression, Zhou Jingling thought that he was also anxious because of the traffic jam.

He stretched out his arms, put his arms around Fu Musheng's waist, pulled him into his arms vigorously, then gently held his head in both hands, and kissed him deeply.

Five minutes later, Mr. Fu said sharply: "The door of my house is recognized by facial recognition and a password. I have just entered your photo into the system. The password of my house is 5. You can move in by yourself in the afternoon, except for the study room. Besides, you can enter and use all the rooms.”

His house is a duplex, with a total of more than 500 square meters. Only he and a housekeeper live in it, and many rooms are vacant.

He moved in to make it easier for them to communicate deeply at any time. For the sake of his good looks, I will temporarily rent him out for a period of time.

When you get tired of playing, drive him away.

When we arrived at Tianyuan Building, it was already 11:30, and the employees of Tianyuan Entertainment had 10 minutes to get off work, so Mr. Fu would not go back.

Zhou Jingling made a new appointment with the landlord to see the house at three o'clock in the afternoon, and then went to his house with Fu Musheng.

Fu Musheng's home is near Tianyuan, no more than 500 meters away, and it takes a few minutes to walk there.

Entering Fu Musheng's house, Zhou Jingling looked around.

Simple style, looks a bit crude, still cool tone, with a cold personality, which doesn't match Mr. Fu's enthusiasm on that matter.

The housekeeping aunt was cleaning, and when she saw Mr. Fu bringing a very handsome boy home, she immediately thought of Mr. Fu's lover.

The old housekeeper's heart was full of nympho, this young man is really good-looking, much better than the photos on the Internet, if his two hundred catties fat son has such good looks and figure, why not find a girlfriend.

"Where is my room?"

"There are two empty rooms on the second floor."

Zhou Jingling came to the second floor to have a look, and chose the bedroom next to Fu Musheng as his own.

Seeing him staying in this bedroom, Fu Musheng asked, "Do you want this one?"

Zhou Jingling replied: "Yes."

Fu Musheng approached him slowly, and whispered: "Let's try the bed in this bedroom, is it soft enough?"

Zhou Jingling turned around and locked the door, then lay flat on the bed, looked at Fu Musheng tenderly, hooked him, and invited him, "Come on, try."

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Two hours later, Zhou Jingling drank the soft and delicious porridge made by the housekeeping aunt, and enjoyed Mr. Fu's feeding service. She said with great satisfaction that the bed was moderately soft and hard, and very comfortable.