Get rid of the slag and attack me and the disabled boss [Transmigration Book]

The meaning of He Guoqi's words was already obvious. It was considered generous for him not to pursue Wang Chunli's responsibility, so Wang Chunli picked up the bag by herself without saying a word.

At the dinner table, He Jimin talked with He Guoqi about the projects he had observed for a few issues. After the meal, He Guoqi did not fail to nod his head.

He Yuanzhuo couldn't even get in a decent sentence.

He Jimin is a doctor himself, and he has read the original work, and knows the projects that He Guoqi is interested in, as well as the follow-up development plan, so as long as He Jimin says a word, it must be in line with He Guoqi's wishes.

So the unhappiness caused by He Zhumu at the beginning quickly disappeared from He Guoqi's face.

This meal made He Guoqi happy, so at the end He Guoqi suddenly said, "I still have a project in province B, and now I am short of people to follow, and it happens that Zhuo Yuan is also going to school in province B, you know the place well, this time Follow along."

"Dad," He Yuanzhuo held back for a long time and finally said, "I'm afraid my brother was hurt by the scene, and besides, he finally came back, or—" What He Yuanzhuo meant was that there was another one in province B. Hou Fangyuan, and even before He Jimin came back, rumors about this project had already spread.

It was for He Yuanzhuo.

He Jimin's cell phone was placed on the table, and it vibrated at this moment. He glanced at it, saw the name on it, and clicked to play it.

"Jimin, are you avoiding me?"

Hou Fangyuan's voice came from the receiver, "I deserve it for you hitting me."

The dining table fell silent again, and everyone was staring down at the phone that was ringing.

Including He Guoqi.

He Jimin's expression didn't change, he was putting caviar into his mouth with a spoon, and he replied, "You deserve it."

"You come back, I have something to tell you," Hou Fangyuan didn't want to ask for help after all, especially He Jimin who was used to being humbled by him, he couldn't hold back his face.

"Hou Fangyuan," He Jimin swallowed, looking at He Guoqi from the corner of his eye, and said into the phone, "It's a bit sincere to ask for trouble, besides, compared to the He family, you are nothing."

His words flattered He Guoqi and broke Hou Fangyuan's mind. Seeing that He Guoqi on the opposite side was very helpful, He Jimin threw a few more harsh words, and finally put down the phone at the dinner table.

Afterwards, He Jimin followed He Yuanzhuo's words, "I can take care of the things in province B, but my brother should focus more on his studies, so that our father can rest assured."

He Yuanzhuo took a sip of his coffee, choked and didn't speak.

The itinerary was set for the day after tomorrow. What He Guoqi meant was to explain the specifics of the project to He Jimin in the past few days, and then let He Jimin take He Yuanzhuo back to Province B directly.

And this time He Guoqi spoke.

He Yuanzhuo had to listen to He Jimin in Province B.

With just such a sentence, He Yuanzhuo was crushed to death.

So in the car, He Yuanzhuo had a stinky face all the time, with his cheeks in his palms, lying on the window to blow the wind.

He Jimin was sitting not far from him, flipping through the project proposal in his hand.

He deliberately turned it loudly, watching He Yuanzhuo's brows wrinkle little by little, the better his mood.

This time it was a batch of imported equipment purchases, and the hospitals he was connected to were all top-three hospitals above the provincial level, and as the person in charge of this project, there would be no shortage of resources in province B in the future.

"The school is here." He Jimin asked the driver to stop, "Do you want me to take you in?"

He Jimin said so, but his body didn't move at all.

He Yuanzhuo didn't hold back his attitude at all, "No need." After speaking, he put on a bad face and went in.

He Yuanzhuo's university is a top university in the country, but he can't get into it based on his scores. Fortunately, there are still some colleges established independently for cooperation projects.

So among this wave of students, the level of food and clothing is not known how many levels are higher.

He Jimin watched He Yuanzhuo enter the school, and then received a call on his mobile phone.

It was the person who negotiated the contract face-to-face who heard the news and set up a banquet, and the wind came.

Wen En lowered his head to remember, and when he saw He Jimin nodding, he wrote another stroke in the itinerary.

The meal was scheduled for the evening, and He Jimin changed into a suit. He chose a light color, which made him look even whiter.

When Wen En was helping here, his eyes couldn't stop wandering to He Jimin.

"Look at what," He Jimin asked casually.

At that time, Wen En, who was concentrating on it, was taken aback, and he quickly turned his head, "It's okay, it's okay, it's just been a long time since I saw you, and I feel that you are a little different."

"What's different?" He Jimin went on to chat with him, "Tell me."

Wen En originally planned to let this go, but now he can only bite the bullet and say, "It looks mature."

The last time he spoke seriously to He Jimin was when He Jimin had just graduated as a graduate student. At that time, He Jimin only had eyes for Hou Fangyuan, and he was in a particularly bad state of mind at that time, and he had just left school. The childishness is still intact, and the eyes are full of innocence.

When He Youyou Jimin was young, his face was nonchalant and his person was meek. Basically, as long as a woman met him, he would fall in love with him to some extent. Back then, when he was in school, just girls who took the initiative to confess their love made He Jimin anxious. blush.

Later, when he met Hou Fangyuan, he was even more emaciated. In just a few years, the spirit of this man was completely exhausted.

But now, Wen En couldn't believe that the He Jimin in front of him was the same person as before.

Especially those eyes, Wen En can feel inexplicably flustered after staring at them for a long time.

It's as if he can see through people alive.

Obviously, it hasn't changed much to people, but there is just a little more inexplicable sophistication.

"After this year, I'll be thirty," He Jimin counted his age, "I can't justify my immaturity."

Coincidentally, He Jimin was the same age as in the book.

Another birthday, no more, no less, exactly 30 years old.

Wen En responded a bit, nodded and asked, "Then shall we go there now?"

He Jimin squinted at the time, and finally sprayed some perfume on himself.

Wen En sniffed his nose and asked, "Do you have other arrangements?"

The reason why he asked this question was because the perfume He Jimin was wearing was a certain musk fragrance from Chanel, which was obviously a flirtatious perfume.

When Wen En realized it, he stood a little further away.

Because the current He Jimin is really a bit dangerous, even if Wen En's sexual orientation is fine, but if he sees someone with He Jimin's stature, he will unconsciously want to get closer.

"The project needs to be discussed, but before here," He Jimin finally shook his sleeves, and touched a thin cigarette from Wen En's body, "Let's go out and play first."

Wen En stood stupidly and didn't dare to move. He just wiped the sweat from his forehead, then lowered his head and said in his mouth.

When He Jimin was on the road, the cigarette in his hand didn't break until he reached the door of a bar, and then he pinched his cigarette and stood towards the door. When he got off the car, he shrugged and went in without hesitation.

Wen En, who was following behind him, was full of questions in his head, but he hadn't waited to open his mouth. Seeing that the man was far away, he could only bite the bullet and follow.

He Jimin raised his head and swept the exaggerated decorations in the bar out of his eyes. The corners of his mouth didn't drop. He didn't expect this kind of themed bar in the book to be so exciting. It felt a bit home here, and he walked in until he reached the empty seat inside.

Basically as soon as he sat down, there were three or four men of good shape who started leaning over here.

Seeing that Wen En was still smeared at the door, He Jimin waved at him.

Wen En, who was on the opposite side, walked in slowly.

There was a lot of noise in the bar, and the reverberation hit the eardrums together with the lights that flickered so hard that people couldn't see clearly, whistling and hitting people's faces.

Wen En frowned and asked loudly, "Mr. He, what are you doing here?"

Although Wen En had turned his voice to the maximum, he was almost robbed by the crazy air as soon as he spoke.

Although He Jimin didn't hear the truth, he smiled and pulled him to sit on the sofa.

Waiting for him to push Wen En out of the seat, he took off the coat he hadn't put on for 10 minutes, and ran to the middle of the dance floor and twisted his body.

Wen En was dumbfounded. He thought that He Jimin's departure from Hou Fangyuan was a return of bitterness.

Unexpectedly, he became even more insane.

The project they want to talk about is only half an hour away from the agreed time, and judging by He Jimin's posture, if he doesn't spend an hour, he won't be able to get out.And Wen En found that the moment He Jimin jumped onto the stage, the voices below exploded.

The sound after that was even more like throwing a fire into boiling oil, and the oil sparked and exploded.

The bar is getting hotter and hotter, and even the music drums are getting denser.

"Who is that up there?"

"Don't say it, absolutely, this figure is fine, don't go up and try."

"Try? Are you sure, you didn't see the Louis Vuitton hanging on the waist of someone who twisted casually. Those who want to date him should first weigh how much money they have in their hands. This is obviously just a purely rich person coming to play." son."

He Jimin was looking for fun above, so naturally he couldn't hear all kinds of speculation about him from below.

Probably because of He Jimin's setting in the book, He Jimin, who was able to spend the whole night without panting, is a little dizzy now, and his back is covered with sweat, but he keeps looking down, his eyes never Start hooking people at the very beginning.

When he caught his gaze, the one he was staring at below naturally understood the meaning, and followed after a while.

Now under the stage, Jin Nan rubbed his chin, rubbed his hands beside him and sat motionless, but kept his eyes fixed on Xing Zhuo on the stage.

"He Jimin from last time?" Xing Zhuo said in a dull voice. Although he was literally asking, his tone was already determined.

Jinnan knew that Xing Zhuo's eyesight was not good on such occasions, and usually he would make a joke about Xing Zhuo at this time, but today he looked at Xing Zhuo seriously, so he simply said, "Isn't it? My son has been staring at that dandy young master of the Wu family, and within a short while, that prodigal young master of the Wu family has been hooked by him."

"Wu Haonan," Xing Zhuo thought about the name, "something that doesn't make sense."

"By the way, there is something I don't know if you have heard of it or not," when Jin Nan spoke, he was already lying on Xing Zhuo's ear.

"He Guoqi is He Jimin's father."

When this matter spread to province B, it spread throughout the circle of princes in province B.

He Guoqi is well-known in the north. Although the whole He family's business is not much in province B, He Guoqi's personal deeds are also one of the most talked about in the legendary circle of industry tycoons.

At the age of 17, I have been carrying from the south to the north. Just picking up a section of the developed road can make all kinds of juniors frame up and study hard, but I can't catch up with that.

But others never knew that he also had a son named He Jimin.

This is also the first time that besides He Yuanzhuo's He family, there is actually an eldest son named He Jimin in province B.

This time He Jimin came back with his father's name to discuss business, which already caused a stir in the circle of princes in province B.

Such an oily person.

Who doesn't want to grab one.

Of course, this includes the project party that He Jimin wants to talk about when he comes back, the Wu family.

Wu Haonan.

"He knew for a long time that Wu Haonan is here." Xing Zhuo stood up as he spoke, and then directed Jin Nan to say, "Say to the light."

"Highlights."

Jin Nan looked at Xing Zhuo, said nothing, and went looking for someone in his pocket.

The bar is full of old acquaintances of Jinnan, and he is familiar with all kinds of operations, so it is convenient to borrow a word, and Jinnan only gave the notice.

I saw Xing Zhuo standing up and starting to go up the stage.

Jinnan understands that both the Xing family and the He family want the project list this time, that's why Xing Zhuo is waiting for Wu Haonan here today.

Jin Nan touched his chin and wanted to laugh, but he was more curious. He wanted to know what Xing Zhuo would do after he went up.

Now on the stage, He Jimin was already attached to Wu Haonan's body, and the two of them looked at each other, playing with each other. It was obvious that He Jimin's upper body was already wet, and the semi-permeable material couldn't cover anything at all.

Wu Haonan on the opposite side had lost much control. When Xing Zhuo went up, Wu Haonan was stretching out his arms to invite a kiss.

It was only interrupted by an arm in a black shirt.

Wu Haonan was drunk and was about to scold, when he looked up and saw a familiar face.

Before he could say the word "Master Xing", he saw Xing Zhuo walking over with He Jimin in his arms.

"Then you all recognize—" Wu Haonan wanted to relieve the embarrassment and exchanged pleasantries, and then saw Xing Zhuo acting presumptuously on He Jimin.

When someone posted it, He Jimin noticed that Xing Zhuo's breathing was not stable, especially when the people around him were crowded together, so He Jimin laughed at him, "If Mr. Xing can't bear it, why don't you just go down and play?" Be quiet."

Xing Zhuo, who was behind him, stopped talking, and directly supported the thin layer with his middle finger, exerting a little force on the hard bean on He Jimin's left.

On the thin rubber fingertips, gently rubbing, and said something stubbornly in his mouth,

"What if I don't?"