Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Mrs. Wu received the ready-made cheongsam—she didn't pick the color and design, she was too lazy to pick it, and she was prepared to dislike it, just to deal with socializing with the wives and a gentleman who was over thirty with old taste.

As soon as she opened the light-colored gift box, Mrs. Wu smelled a sweet and intoxicating fragrance, and she was already in a good mood. When she pulled up the silver-moon white cheongsam, she saw the luster of flowing water, exquisite tailoring, and a circle of grass-green lace on the cuffs. , with a small pink pearl dotted in the middle ingeniously, this tiny detail just fit Mrs. Wu's girlish thoughts, and Mrs. Wu laughed immediately, "I want to try!"

After getting on her body, Mrs. Wu looked in the mirror and realized that this cheongsam was really beautiful. She was a little thin and worried that she would not be able to support the cheongsam, but this cheongsam made her uneven, with small shoulders and a sloping waist. Her breasts seemed to be a little fuller.

Mrs. Wu was both surprised and delighted, she covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly, and said to the servant beside her, "It's so beautiful."

Of course, the servants rushed to praise her. Mrs. Wu laughed from ear to ear. She frantically said to the servant: "Call quickly, I want to invite them to play mahjong!"

Mrs. Wu couldn't wait to show off a fresh cheongsam, when she ran into the car that Wu Zhiyuan came back from, Mrs. Wu rolled down the window and smiled at Wu Zhiyuan in the car, "Darling, I'm going out to play mahjong La."

Wu Zhiyuan took off the stone crystal sunglasses he was wearing, looked at Mrs. Wu's upper body, and nodded with satisfaction, "Very good."

Mrs. Wu smiled happily, and in turn recommended Wu Zhiyuan to make a long gown as well.

Wu Zhiyuan smiled without saying a word.

Working in the customs office, wearing a flowing robe - what a look!Thankfully she figured it out.

After the car passed by, Wu Zhiyuan put on his sunglasses again, and said to the driver, "Go to the tailor."

The driver didn't even need to ask which tailor shop, Wu Zhiyuan only went to one tailor shop.

Went to the tailor shop, but Wu Zhiyuan didn't see anyone. He heard the boy say, "Master Lin has gone to school."

Wu Zhiyuan flipped Lynch's hat hanging outside and put it on, looked at himself in the mirror, he glanced over, and asked with a half-smile, "Why, he changed to be a teacher?"

"No, Master Lin is going to pick up Mr. Xiaoyu."

"Mr. Xiaoyu?" Wu Zhiyuan heard it interestingly, and asked with great interest, "Which Mr. Xiaoyu?"

Because Wu Zhiyuan is a big customer of the tailor shop, the boy answered very attentively, knowing everything, explaining why Lynch was busy making cheongsams for Mrs. Wu this month while taking care of Mr. Xiaoyu clearly.

Wu Zhiyuan understood after listening.

'Mr. Xiaoyu' is Yu Boju's son, and when Yu Boju died, Lin Qi took care of his son on behalf of Yu Boju.

"Interesting," Wu Zhiyuan said, straightening the gentleman's hat on his head, "I bought this."

Wu Zhiyuan's life tends to be a monotonous success.

His career is going smoothly, he sits firmly on the Diaoyutai, and newly married a young lady with both talents and looks. He is proud of everything, but it is also really boring, but Wu Zhiyuan cherishes everything that can arouse his interest.

The rickshaw stopped, and Lynch waited quietly at the door.

A group of teenagers in school uniforms approached, Lynch dodged slightly, and looked at the crowd.

Yu Tanqiu was very conspicuous in the crowd.

Taller than his peers, he stands out from the crowd, with a handsome appearance, and most importantly, his aura of keeping out of the way of strangers, no one dares to approach him within a few meters of him.

"Tan Qiu." Lynch called out shortly.

Yu Tanqiu's figure swayed, stopped in place for a while, and then walked towards Lynch with strides, like a ghost when walking, and walked through the dense crowd to Lynch's side in a moment.

Lin Qi was fine with that hug, but Yu Tanqiu was greatly stimulated.

Lynch to him is like opium to an addict, Yu Tanqiu can't stop but at the same time hates it.

When Yu Tanqiu was trying his best to quit, he hugged him suddenly, and all his previous efforts were wasted.

Why didn't Lynch push him away, Yu Tanqiu thought angrily, just like a poor drug addict blaming opium for not running away, it was actually their fault, and they knew it very well, but it was—— Can't quit.

After being greatly stimulated, Yu Tanqiu's face was colder than the frozen lake water, and he turned his face stiffly, showing an uncooperative attitude.

Lynch doesn't need him to be obedient, Yu Tanqiu's body hides a middle-aged soul, rejuvenated like a child, and Lynch thinks it's fun.

When school was over, there were many cars and rickshaws at the gate of the school. Lynch hurried over to call for a few rickshaws, but they were all robbed. He was soft-tempered and not good at arguing. Facing this kind of carjacking, there was almost nothing he could do.

Yu Tanqiu looked at him like a flustered bee, not knowing which flower to sting, at a loss, and even in the midst of his busy schedule, he had to look back at Yu Tanqiu twice, with a troubled look, he seemed to be ready for anything anytime, anywhere. I was afraid that Yu Tanqiu would run away.

Yu Tanqiu couldn't bear it anymore—this kind of Lynch was really painful, and it made people want to solve the troubles in front of him immediately.

Someone obviously agrees with him.

Wu Zhiyuan asked the driver to stop the car in front of the dizzy Lynch, rolled down the window, pulled off the sunglasses with his index finger, and gave Lynch a vague smile, "Master Lin, where are you going, I'll see you off."

As soon as Lynch saw Wu Zhiyuan's face, the alarm went off, and he hurriedly said, "No, thank you Mr. Wu, I'll just call a rickshaw."

Wu Zhiyuan saw that he had been busy for a long time and got nothing, so he said with a smile: "That's fine."

He didn't let the driver drive away, and didn't roll up the window, just watched Lynch wipe off his sweat and walked to the next rickshaw like a diorama with a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

Soon, Lynch finally got into a rickshaw, not by his own ability, but a young man who looked like Yu Boju walked over aggressively, repelled the mother and son who were trying to snatch the rickshaw from Lynch, and pulled Lynch's Arm, as if pulling his enemy.

It's just a resemblance, Wu Zhiyuan can tell from the action that Yu Tanqiu first stepped off the rickshaw to allow Lynch to get on, and after Lynch sat down, he seemed to pull up the hem of Lynch's robe smoothly—this Mr. Xiaoyu I like Lynch very much.

Wu Zhiyuan is a well-known gentleman in Jiangcheng. He has a prominent family background, is handsome and rich, and has a high position and power. Men and women flock to him.

In fact, 'smooth' is precisely the most difficult.

"Smooth" means without thinking, without doing it deliberately, because you are in your heart, so everything is "smooth".

Wu Zhiyuan has studied the relationship between people more thoroughly than anyone else. If there is a course related to this project, Wu Zhiyuan should have graduated with a Ph.D.

The rickshaw was not big, and Lin Qi and Yu Tanqiu were both thin and squeezed close together. When Yu Tanqiu was young, because his father was away all year round and no one took care of him, he had a big skeleton, and his body was only a thin layer of flesh. Coupled with a thin school uniform without any protection, Lynch sat so close, the scent almost soaked into his bones.

Yu Tanqiu moved his nose, and his brows were knotted.

Yu Tanqiu was very familiar with the car parked next to Lynch just now, and of course he remembered Wu Zhiyuan's license plate number very well, and he would never forget Wu Zhiyuan.

This person can be regarded as his first master and his first stepping stone.

It's just that Yu Tanqiu didn't know, did Lin Qi and Wu Zhiyuan know each other very well?Wu Zhiyuan also specially stopped the car to talk to Lynch, he also seemed to be panicked when he saw Lynch's expression.

Although Lynch was not a bold person, he was by no means timid and coy, and he would not panic and be afraid when he saw someone.

Besides, Wu Zhiyuan was not only not scary, but also very handsome.

Yu Tanqiu's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly turned his face away. He twisted so violently that he moved his entire upper body. Lynch and him sat tightly together. Naturally, he immediately sensed the strange movement and turned his face away. Suddenly they looked at each other.

Lynch's pupils had only one kind of gleam—pure surprise, no sadness, and the immature innocence in him came out again.

Yu Tanqiu's thoughts were immediately seduced by this pair of big, watery rabbit-like eyes to nowhere.

He didn't speak, and Lynch was also very quiet, looking at Yu Tanqiu calmly, showing a slight smile.

Yu Tanqiu immediately became angry.

"why are you laughing?"

Lynch slowly lowered the corners of his upturned mouth, and said in a friendly voice, "It's nothing."

Yu Tanqiu fired uncontrollably, "Do you feel very happy when you see my face?"

Lynch heard his bad tone, lowered his head and said softly, "I won't laugh anymore."

Yu Tanqiu was even angrier.

In fact, his temper was not hot, but tended to be a kind of coldness. After Lynch died, that kind of coldness spread to his limbs, all the way to his soul, and turned into a clump of ashes below the ignition point.

Now that Lynch stood before him alive, the clump of ashes instantly ignited.

He really hated Lynch, hated Lynch for being cute and pitiful, hated Lynch for being gentle and considerate, hated Lynch for being kind and innocent, hated Lynch for loving Yu Boju and not loving him most.

This kind of hatred is illegitimate, because he loves Lynch for no reason, and Lynch must love him. They say that there is a reason for love and hate. Yu Tanqiu is now a kind of rampant and mindless hatred, and he doesn't know where the end is. .

Yu Tanqiu turned his face abruptly to look at the street, trying to suppress his unreasonable anger, but as soon as his gaze and attention shifted, he realized something was wrong——Wu Zhiyuan's car was following their rickshaw later.

It is impossible for human-powered rickshaws to run faster than cars, so Wu Zhiyuan deliberately followed them.

All the nervous factors in Yu Tanqiu ran out to fight.

Lynch's eyes seemed to be still on him, and Yu Tanqiu had another reason to hate Lynch - it was too painful!

The rickshaw stopped in front of the dark red gate. Yu Tanqiu got out of the car first, and grabbed Lynch's arm to help him get out of the car. Of course, he still looked rude and didn't intend to help at all. Yu Tanqiu opened the door neatly. Lynch was directly 'thrown' through the door.

Lynch staggered to his feet, and the door closed behind him with a bang.

He was stunned for a while, then turned around and tapped on the door, "Tan Qiu, what are you doing?"

Yu Tanqiu pressed the door with one hand behind his back, and the other hand hung by his side, looking at Wu Zhiyuan's car with dark eyes.

With the car window rolled down, Wu Zhiyuan smiled and said to Yu Tanqiu, "Are you Boju's son? You really look alike."

What Yu Tanqiu hates the most is this face that resembles his father's. Wu Zhiyuan simply picks up whichever pot he doesn't open. He said coldly, "Mr. Wu."

"Oh? You know me?"

"know."

Wu Zhiyuan nodded, and then looked Yu Tanqiu up and down, "At first glance, you look like your father, but when you look closely, you also look like your mother."

Yu Tanqiu single-handedly synthesized the looks of Lynch's lover and rival. He was really 'happy'. He smiled and said, "Mr. Wu, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Wu Zhiyuan's glasses hidden under the sunglasses shone with interest, "Have some fun."