All furniture and dead things fall in love with me [Rebirth]

Song Rui had almost read it, so he folded a corner of the book to make a mark. Reading too many novels like this will wash your brains, so it's better to read less.

The ancient clock on the wall turned, and the hour hand stopped at seven o'clock. I had to go to the set at ten o'clock, and it was time to get up, brush my teeth and wash my face.

Song Rui is getting ready, because he has a slight obsession with cleanliness. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he will wash his hair and take a shower, so he wakes up two or three hours early every time.

The pattern on the cup hesitated for a moment, black smoke flashed, and followed the bathroom, but he didn't dare to look at it at all, so he just listened to the movement at the door.

Song Rui has no strange hobbies, and bathing is also quite satisfactory, neither touching himself nor clearing his throat.

The dense air in the bathroom rose, and hot water poured down from the top of his head. Song Rui closed his eyes, raised his neck and let the hot water splash on his chest, white foam wrapped his body, and the mirror was blurred.

Nothing can be seen from the black smoke attached behind the door.

I don't know how long it took before a gust of hot air came out. After washing, Song Rui came out wrapped in a bath towel. The one who stepped out first was his right leg, which was white and slender, and there were still wet spots on it.

The bath towel was not big, so it could only cover the key parts. The round shoulders and chest were exposed, and the water droplets flowed down the flat abdomen.

Song Rui stood in front of the mirror and looked at the people inside. He was thin and pale, and his whole body was covered by a thin layer of muscles.

He lifted up his black hair that was still dripping, exposing his forehead, with slender eyebrows and eyes, red lips and white teeth.

Completely different from ordinary people, he combs all his hair back every time, and he doesn't dye his hair. He doesn't have the vigor of a young man.

When he first took over the group, shareholders saw him as young and often ignored his opinions and discussed on their own. Later, Song Rui began to learn from young people, wearing stable clothes and old-fashioned glasses to cover his immature parts .

It was awkward at first, but after more than ten years, I have gotten used to it. There is no good-looking or bad-looking, only the temperament symbol does not match.

She is a gentle female, clean and tidy, gentle and elegant, with square gold-rimmed glasses on her nose, covering her slightly sharp eyes. If she doesn't wear formal clothes, she really looks like a scholar who is going to Beijing for the exam.

Song Rui smiled, untied the bath towel and began to search for his underwear. He is a self-care person, and all his clothes will be folded and neatly placed in the closet. The closet is also next to him, so he can get it easily.

But today's underwear seems to be not right, there are black patterns on the light-colored fabric.

He thought he had made a mistake, so he put on his glasses and read it again, but the result was still the same.

This is not in line with the theory. He only looks for one brand of underwear, and buys the same one every time he buys them. He is afraid of dyeing and never buys dark colors, let alone black ones with patterns.

Song Rui hesitated for a moment and put it back in its original place, then turned over a few more, each with a black pattern on it, classical and atmospheric, it seemed quite suitable at first glance.

He shook his head, didn't care too much, picked up a slightly lighter color and put it on.

The underpants were slightly tight, and the edges were not wrapped thoroughly. Song Rui adjusted the belt, and when it was put back, there was a snap, and the patterns on the underpants suddenly disappeared.

"..." (O), faded?

The patterned blood bar was in a hurry, rolled on the ground in a panic, and disappeared.

Song Rui was taken aback, and then took a look at all the underwear, and found that all the patterns on them were gone, this must not be a coincidence.

He noticed it instantly. Speaking of which, he always sees the same pattern recently, sometimes it is very shallow, sometimes it is deep, and the appearance is different. It seems that there is a chance to check it out.

Song Rui kept the patterns in mind, found a few more clothes to put on, and looked at Guangnao while running on the treadmill in the morning.

Now it's about [-]:[-], people who go to work normally have basically woken up, and it's time for Song Chen to go to the company.

He clicked on the button of the monitor, and rummaged from place to place. Because he was worried about Song Chen, he filled all the places in the house, including the company, with monitors, except here and the mansion of his hometown.

Since the death of his parents, the mansion in his hometown has been inhabited, and Song Chen always said that he was afraid of living alone.

Although Song Rui would usually go back no matter how late, but sometimes it was too late for socializing, and Song Chen had already fallen asleep when he came back.

Later, he simply moved to this place, because his parents were not there, and Song Rui was both a father and a mother. He was worried about his younger brother, but unfortunately, he used too much force, and Song Chen developed a rebellious heart, and was a little afraid of him.

Probably because he saw the unclean side when he was a child.

Before the age of 17, Song Rui was still his top student. Although he slightly disliked his younger brother who was always unable to keep up, he would still patiently wait for him and live a respectful life as a brother and friend.

Everything changed when he was 17. His parents died in a car accident. Although there was a will, he was not yet of legal age at that time and could not completely take over the group.

The family property of underage children is managed by guardians, and their guardians are uncles and aunts.

When Dad was there, the family was thriving and lived in harmony, but when Dad was gone, the family became fragmented.

All the relatives began to compete for the family property, stripped of profits, and dragged a large group from the sky abruptly.

Excessive plundering has almost turned this large group into an empty shell, heavily in debt.

Song Rui could only watch helplessly, but could do nothing.

Although he has accelerated the speed to get started, he is not as good as his relatives who have been in the group for a long time.

Song Rui chose to remain silent. If there was no matter about his uncle, he would probably continue to remain silent.

Uncle is different from his father, he is a playboy and a serious elite. Song Rui had heard that uncle was a pedophile when he was young, but he never expected to attack Song Chen.

Song Chen was only eight or nine years old at that time, at an age of ignorance, he didn't know anything, and he was confused when he was taken advantage of, thinking that his uncle loved him.

Song Rui just forgot to bring a copy of the materials, and when he came back to get it, he saw his uncle put his hand on Song Chen's back and stroked it, with a happy expression on his face.

He didn't say a word at the time, and later found an opportunity to ask his uncle to come to the room to guide him.

Although he has the title of chairman, he has no real power, and a lot of professional knowledge sounds half-understood. Most of the time, Song Rui will write it down and search for the meaning.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but when my uncle came, he was taking a shower, his hair was docilely attached to his face, and the water drops fell from his chest. The boy was in the middle of his growth period, fair and beautiful.

Song Rui raised his delicate face, his neck was long and slender, "Uncle, what does this mean?"

He pointed to the notes he made, which contained a lot of professional words and investment theories that he didn't understand, such as the recently acquired cosmetics company, "Obviously we are not good at it, why did we buy it?"

"Cosmetics have always been the most demanded products by women and females. I was not good at it before, but I gradually became good at it." The uncle explained, looking at his thin chest, his eyes sparkled.

If it is true, Song Rui is actually prettier than Song Chen, but Song Rui always shows an appearance that does not match her actual age, so it is difficult to do it.

"Doesn't that mean starting all over again?" Song Rui took the initiative to lean over, expressing his closeness.

"Of course." The uncle put his hands on his shoulders, "Investment has its own risks. If you do well, you will make money, but if you do not do well, you will lose money. It's as simple as that."

"I've looked at the group's finances." Song Rui bit his pen and asked him, "If you lose money, won't you have no working capital?"

"Go to the bank for a loan." He is very experienced in this. "The investment is all borrowed from the bank, so how much of it is my own money."

"That's it." The two are getting closer and closer, shoulders and backs, as if they are very familiar.

"Xiao Rui, don't worry, you are still young, my brother will entrust you to me, and I will be responsible for you."

The word 'responsible' seems to have a lot of meaning.

Uncle stroked his back, Song Rui seemed unconscious, and continued to ask, "Look, uncle, what should we do next?"

"Continue to acquire other companies." Song Rui's indulgence made him more and more daring, and he almost put his hands into his clothes, "I have recently taken a fancy to an entertainment company with good prospects, and I will bring you the information some other day."

"Yeah." Song Rui nodded, "Father said that uncle is the only one you can trust."

The uncle smiled, "Your father is right."

"Ah."

The uncle's smile deepened. After all, he is still a minor. No matter how precocious it is, he still needs his help?

After that day, the two got closer and closer, they almost went in and out at the same time. The uncle spent a lot of time on him. Although his actions were unruly, the experience was quite practical. Song Rui gradually understood the content of the meeting, and occasionally I can insert a sentence or two, and it seems that the prospects are very good.

Until one day, my uncle pushed him into bed.

Song Rui blinked innocently, "What's wrong, uncle?"

The meaning of the uncle's smile is unclear, "Don't pretend to be a kid, don't you also like that uncle loves you?"

"Uncle, what are you talking about?" Song Rui's expression became more innocent, "Why can't I understand?"

"Still pretending." The uncle bullied him, "It turns out that you are good at this."

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Song Rui struggled under him.

"Of course it's - you." The uncle smiled wretchedly, tore off his clothes and kissed him.

Before the person came close, he suddenly froze, his pupils dilated violently, "You..."

A trace of blood flowed down and dripped on the bed sheet, blooming blood red like a rose on the white bed sheet.

Song Rui raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, and touched the bleeding area of ​​his uncle's wound, "Does it hurt, uncle?"

"you……"

"Uncle, don't worry about me, you are trying to rape a minor, I'm just defending myself."

According to the law, taking defensive actions against ongoing assaults, homicides, robberies, rapes, kidnappings, and other violent crimes that seriously endanger personal safety, causing casualties to unlawful offenders, is not considered excessive defense and does not bear criminal responsibility.

Moreover, he is still a minor and a female, belonging to a group with weak abilities.

Of course, that's because everyone didn't know that he had ice powers. He didn't tell anyone except his parents. After all, the chance of a female having powers is very small, so my uncle was defenseless against him and was pierced by an ice blade. Only when he touched his chest did he react.

Song Rui pulled out the ice blade, watched helplessly as his uncle died, when he raised his head, Song Chen stood outside the door, staring at him blankly.

"What are you...doing?" He seemed in disbelief, or perhaps horrified.

Song Rui paused, walked over cautiously, stretched out his bloody hand to touch Song Chen's head as usual, Song Chen's pupils dilated, and there was fear and panic inside.

"Don't touch me!" He was suddenly emotional, slapped Song Rui's hand off, and rushed out the door.

Maybe it was because that time had a deep psychological impact on him, Song Chen would always dodge when seeing him in the future, it took Song Rui two days to find him in a garbage dump.

His whole body seemed to be stimulated, and he was in a daze, forgetting that experience, but he was still afraid of Song Rui.

Although Song Rui tried his best to create a healthy environment for him, he still had that heart disease.

Song Rui sighed, couldn't find Song Chen on the monitor, wanted to call the secretary, but was afraid that Song Chen would think he was meddling, so he didn't do anything, and turned on the optical brain to order food.

Eating is painful for him, especially since he is a bit picky, strictly speaking, very picky.

"Don't put tofu in the soup, don't use sausage, don't use ginger, and don't need oil. You can add some Flammulina velutipes mushrooms and chop them a little bit. Crush the tofu brain and add it. The eggs only need egg whites and not egg yolks. Thank you." Song Rui made a note to place an order .

"Sorry, the seller declined your request and left you a message."

Song Rui opened it and looked, "Please, let us go, we are just a small shop!" The shop owner cried.

"..."