Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Meng Hui's arms were slender and powerful, and the smell of cigarettes and sweat on his body mixed together. The smell of hormones on the boy's body went straight into Lynch's nose. Lynch turned his head away from Meng Hui as much as possible.

Meng Hui lowered his eyes, and looked at this young Lynch with a slightly hooked corner of his mouth. His brows were slightly frowned, as if he dared not speak out, white and clean, thin and handsome, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and his long and curled eyelashes were glued to the corners of his eyes When we got together, Meng Hui lazily said, "Stop watching TV."

What else to say without thinking, Lynch whispered: "I never watch TV."

Meng Hui glanced at the bulging schoolbag in his arms, "Oh, I read."

Lynch simply ignored him.

It's so cute. Meng Hui has been watching the indifferent Vice President Lin with gold-rimmed glasses for many years. He is used to Lynch dictating him coldly. When he suddenly saw the young Lynch, he wanted to slap himself twice. After taking Ge Jianjun's money, he turned around and left, leaving such a big treasure where he was.

When we met again half a year later, what happened to the good student Lynch in front of him, and became the dropout boy with scars on his face and vigilant eyes.

After Lynch's death, Meng Hui became superstitious. While telling fortunes and praying to Buddha, donating money to temples, he did more and more unlimited things. He knew that he had lost control, but he didn't know how to stop. Like falling into a muddy pond, the more he struggled, the more he fell, until the darkness obliterated his head, and the light finally came again.

"I'm here," Lynch pointed to the tube building in front of him, "goodbye." The man twisted, trying to get out of Meng Hui's arms, but Meng Hui's iron arm didn't move at all, still in a lazy tone, "Send Buddha to send Xi, I will take you to the door of your house, which floor do you live on?"

Lin Qi was well aware of Meng Hui's uncompromising temper, so he didn't bother to argue with him, so he lowered his head and said, "Fifth floor."

"Not high," Meng Hui hooked people into the blue-stained iron gate, pushed open the iron gate and said with a half-smile, "If I can't climb, I'll carry you on my back?"

Lynch glanced at him inexplicably, with the words 'sick' written in his eyes. In his memory, Meng Hui was straightforward, and his girlfriends changed one after another. The settings of the male lead.

"Just kidding." Meng Hui hooked his neck, and when the two foreheads touched, they were covered in sweat. Lynch hissed, endured it, and muttered softly, "The head is really hard."

Meng Hui subconsciously wanted to say something, the tip of his tongue had already reached the palate, and a dirty joke was on his lips, but he finally held back. Facing such a little Lin Qi who was sixteen or seventeen, he couldn't say anything too silly, so he hugged Lynch smiled softly. Lynch hugged his schoolbag, patiently thinking that it was like being hugged by a big dog.

The weather is hot in summer, and it is time for dinner. Many people open the security door and leave a screen door in their homes. The smell of food and the sound of talking are mixed together, forming a nostalgic atmosphere of smoke and fire.

"I think you don't want to have a good meal today!"

There was a roaring roar, followed by the sound of smashing things and slamming doors. Lynch reacted quickly when he heard the footsteps of 'dong dong dong' and turned to lean against the wall, hiding behind Meng Hui, and said shortly: "Don't move!" !"

The slender man brushed past Meng Hui angrily, and the sound of going down the stairs sounded like he was going to crush this dilapidated tube building.

Meng Hui followed the man down and retracted his eyes, turning his face to look at Lin Qi who was hiding behind him. The light in the corridor was broken, and that white face was hidden in the darkness, revealing a little radiance and panic. , met Meng Hui's bright eyes, and immediately lowered his head, "I'm here."

Meng Hui took a step forward, saw the open door upstairs, and looked back at Lynch who was standing by the corridor with his schoolbag in his arms.

Pathetic.

"Your father?" Meng Hui asked casually.

"Yeah." Lynch lowered his eyes.

"When adults quarrel, it has nothing to do with children. Just think about it that way. It's better than having no parents like me." Meng Hui comforted in a gentle tone.

The big eyes with long eyelashes opened with a splash, and he gave him a slight stare, "That was my stepdad just now."

Meng Hui smiled, showing a mouthful of neat teeth, "Fuck, don't tell me sooner."

Lynch couldn't bear it anymore, holding his schoolbag and knocking people away, went upstairs, entered the room and closed the door in one go.

Meng Hui leaned against the peeling wall of the corridor, his eyes fell on the brown door with peeling paint, his fingers and lips were stretched, and he took out a crumpled cigarette from his trousers pocket, the cigarette butt All wilted, Meng Hui smiled again, and said to himself: "Why don't I remember my behavior when I was so confused?"

He fell from a rich and wealthy high-rise to nothing, but why did Meng Hui feel that he was quite happy, he was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling, and looked up at the door of Lynch's house, the real Lynch, it's so nice.

The smell of inferior perfume flashed by, and the auntie in a long dress with curly hair looked warily at Meng Hui who was standing at the entrance of the corridor, and quietly moved the small bag carried by her side to her front.

Meng Hui laughed at himself, rolled a wimpy cigarette, and staggered downstairs.

The plot has changed again. Lynch has calmed down after closing the door, so let’s change and take one step at a time. He hasn’t completely calmed down from the pain of being broken up in his heart, and he doesn’t have the initial surge of passion for completing the task. .

"You still have the face to return—" The sharp female voice stopped instantly when she saw the thin Lin Qi at the door, and Lin Yue'e stroked her long hair in embarrassment, "Qi Qi is back."

"Yeah." Lynch hugged his schoolbag and glanced at the messy living room. The food on the coffee table was spilled all over the floor, tomato soup was spilled on the sofa, there was a trace of pink, and the wine bottle rolled down on the floor was still bubbling. Liquor dripped from the ground, he withdrew his gaze, and said softly, "I'm going to do my homework."

"Go," Lin Yuee's eyes were red, obviously she had cried, but she still forced a smile in front of Lynch, "Mom will cook some dumplings for you."

"No need, my classmate gave me bread tonight during self-study, so I'm not hungry." Lynch walked towards his small room with his schoolbag in his arms.

Lin Yue'e said: "You will be hungry when you write it later, and you don't want to eat dumplings. Then mom will make some oatmeal for you, and drink it when you are hungry, okay?"

Lin Qi nodded, and did not refuse Lin Yuee's concern.

Walking into the small room, Lynch put down his schoolbag and sat down at the desk a little bored.

Lynch's setting in this world is an outstanding young man who dropped out of school due to family accidents. He became his younger brother with Meng Hui, who was already living outside the home. From then on, Meng Hui's legendary life of becoming a tycoon began.

In the past, he was very focused on tasks, everyone was an NPC in his eyes, and he didn't care about anyone, but when he entered this door today and saw the messy scene in the living room, he couldn't help but feel that Mother Lin was very pitiful, and the original Unhappy marriage, remarriage and encountering scum, ruining the life of himself and his children.

Everything seems to be just a setting, but everything is so real, just as real as Du Chengying made him feel.

"Dong dong," the door was knocked, Lynch sat up straight and said loudly, "Please come in."

Lin Yuee pushed open the door, holding a small bowl in her hand, her face completely disappeared from the mess before, she was refreshed, and put the steaming small bowl on Lynch's desk, "After drinking, put it there , after you go to school tomorrow, mom will clean it up for you."

"Thank you...Mom." Lynch said a little awkwardly. He was trying to make mother awkward, but Lin Yuee misunderstood that the family affairs made Lynch uncomfortable again. She bent down and touched Lynch's hair, and the words of comfort came to her mouth Bian has no way to talk about it. Lynch lost his biological father when he was seven years old, and had a stepdad when he was 15 years old. There were constant quarrels at home. Lin Yuee held back the tears in her eyes and said softly: "When you finish studying, take a shower Go to bed, Mom has something to go out, don't study too late."

"Well." Knowing that she was going to find the husband who ran away from home, Lynch whispered, "Don't be too late, it's not safe outside, come back early."

Lin Yue'e hadn't heard her son's words of concern for a long time, and said happily: "Don't worry, mom will be back soon."

After the door was closed, Lynch wilted again, lying on the desk, holding the switch of the lamp on the desk, turning it on and off.

System: "Sleep if you don't want to study, anyway, you will drop out of school after half a year."

Lynch said, "Why don't you watch variety shows?"

System: "It's over, variety show shortage."

Lynch let out a dull 'oh'.

The system looked at his half-dead state, and warned: "You can cheer up, Meng Hui is much more difficult to deal with than Du Chengying."

Lynch said angrily, "I didn't deal with Du Chengying!"

System: "..." Is this the strength of a dead husband's husband?Really love love love.

System: "Whatever you want, I'll find a movie to watch."

Lynch: "Thank you, I won't send it away."

System: ... the little synthetic has grown angry.

The next day, Lynch woke up, took his bad schoolbag and left the room. He didn't see Lin Yue'e, and the living room was still in a mess. He poured the oatmeal in the bowl into the toilet and flushed it, washed the bowl and put it back in the cupboard, and washed up. Then he sighed and went downstairs.

Holding the schoolbag in his arms that hadn't been opened all night, Lynch walked towards the school listlessly, with his head tilted to one side, his face full of worries, the schoolbag in his arms was taken away suddenly, Lynch turned along the schoolbag, unexpectedly Reasonably saw Meng Hui.

Meng Hui was still the same as last night, wearing a white vest and a little stubble growing on his chin. He smiled lazily and looked at the wide-eyed Lynch.

"What are you doing? Return the schoolbag to me." Lynch stretched out his hand in displeasure.

"Have you had breakfast?" Meng Hui answered the question irrelevantly, throwing his schoolbag behind him, his eyes glide sharply over Lynch's lips, "The skin on the mouth is lacking in vitamins."

"You..." Lynch froze for a long time, and then said, "Can you control it?"

Meng Hui stretched out his long arms and hugged Lynch again, "I'll treat you to breakfast."

"I've eaten it, and I won't eat it." Lynch struggled to pull Meng Hui's arm around his neck, but the difference in strength was too great, and it didn't work at all.

"No coffee and sandwiches, how about soy milk fritters?" Meng Hui asked himself.

Lynch gave up struggling in despair, "Why are you like this?"

"How about me?" Meng Hui lowered his eyes and raised his sharp eyebrows, "Ge Jianjun made you tremble with fright, but he is not afraid of me at all." Lynch was stunned by what he said, Meng Hui's handsome face Approaching suddenly, he was close to Lynch and showed a bright smile, "Wow in the nest."

Lin Qi held his breath and didn't dare to say a word, for fear that Meng Hui, a man with beast-like intuition, would see something again.

Meng Hui moved his face away, and said in a relaxed way: "We are destined to meet each other." Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Lynch who had come down obediently, "Do you still remember what to call me?"

"Brother Hui..." Lynch reluctantly said.

Meng Hui rubbed his soft short hair, and after messing up his hair, he stopped ravaging Lynch's hair contentedly.

Lynch, who was in a mess, wondered how old was this person before he was reborn?

Meng Hui dragged Lynch to the breakfast shop to eat soy milk fritters. Lynch had no appetite. Meng Hui stared at him to eat. He had no choice but to eat without taste.

Meng Hui leaned on the plastic chair of the breakfast shop, looked at Lynch with a listless face, and said lazily: "When I was young, I felt that everything was a big deal. Let me tell you, there are only two people in this world. big deal."

"What?" Lynch answered under Meng Hui's staring gaze.

"Eat," Meng Hui said quickly, and glanced at Lynch with a half-smile, "Get a date."