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

Wu Haonan almost dropped the cigarette in his mouth.

"This, er, er, Mr. Xing was joking. He thought Mr. He was so iconic, how could he do this," he blurted out in order to save He Jimin's face, but after he finished speaking, he felt even more wrong.

That's not what it means.

I want to soak up He Jimin.

Damn it's the only one,

"That—" Wu Haonan was sweating now, and he started to speak uncomfortably. He held the cigarette and put it on his mouth, it was too hot. Don't be so serious, what about that, quickly find one for Mr. Xing." Wu Haonan winked at the person standing next to him, beckoning to find someone.

"Farewell," He Jimin propped up his hands, and pushed the person on him away, "Since Mr. Xing likes someone like me, then I have to express my opinion," He Jimin said ghostly. Unbelievable, he pushed the child in his hand to the side, and then smiled at the child, "The two sounds just now were good, but they sound fake."

As soon as He Jimin stretched out his hand, Xing Zhuo took a step back with his hands behind his back.

He Jimin walked forward while pressing others down, "If you want me to say, Mr. Xing's eyes are tricky."

The atmosphere in the room was a bit delicate for a while. He Jimin and Xing Zhuo both stood up. This position looked more like a posture of swords being drawn. Wen En stood on the side and wanted to get in. But He Jimin stopped him with his hand.

He Jimin reached out his hand to pass a cigarette to Xing Zhuo, lit the fire in his hand, and rubbed against Xing Zhuo's side face, flattering and courteous, "I know I speak better than him."

Xing Zhuo just looked at He Jimin like this, and finally sniffed lightly in his nose, then moved his toes, and greeted Jin Nan in the direction of the door, "Let's go."

Jin Nan was leaning on the sofa to taste the wine at the moment, and he was right on top of the good show. He was still a little unhappy when he heard the greeting, so he dawdled and asked, "Let's wait a little longer."

Waiting for Xing Zhuo, who was on the opposite side, to have already left the door, Jin Nan had already walked to the door, and gave a salute to the room with a very apologetic expression on his face, "Sorry, Mr. Xing is stubborn, I don't worry about him walking at night, wait Make an appointment next time."

Before leaving, Jin Nan closed the door with his heel, leaving a squeak for the people in the room.

When the people left, Wen En saw He Jimin's back trembling endlessly, thought he was angry, and hurriedly stood up to say something to make He Jimin feel relieved, but when he came over, he found He Jimin Purely for laughs.

He even laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist, Wen En happened to be supported by the other party in the past.

"You're okay—" Wen En hadn't finished speaking when He Jimin, who was laughing so loudly that his lungs could be heard, raised his head and asked, wiping his tears from his smile, "Hahahaha, how can there be such a naive person, haha Ha ha--"

Wen En didn't know what to say now, and finally just stood silently.

"That," the kid who had been watching just now came over, thinking about the good-looking and rich customer's smile at him just now, he was very sure that he would be favored, so he took advantage of this opportunity , just boldly go up and wipe away the tears of this customer surnamed He first.

But before his hand touched the edge, he stopped.

"You reached out to me?" He Jimin said suddenly.

The child didn't think carefully about the meaning of this sentence, but was simply frightened by his eyes, "I just want to wipe your tears for you."

The child spoke timidly, his eyes lost the sharpness just now, "Let me comfort you."

After saying this, half of his confidence was vented, and in the end he didn't even dare to look at He Jimin's eyes.

He Jimin touched the seat, touched the cigarette by himself, straightened himself, and said to Wu Haonan who was still standing at the door, "Since all those in the way have left, let's clean up the rest of the people who shouldn't be there. "

Wu Haonan was taken aback for a moment, then turned the words around in his mind, and then suddenly called out to the standing child, "Go away, it's none of your business now."

The few children reacted the fastest, and when they heard Wu Haonan chasing someone away, they left in a hurry, but there was one exception.

It was the child standing next to He Jimin. Although he looked nervous, he was rubbing the hem of his clothes and standing still.

"Let me stay with you," he said.

He Jimin raised his head to look at him this time, and asked one more question, "What's your name?"

"Shen Zifu."

"Shen Zifu," He Jimin chewed it again, then raised his head and said something.

"Then you can go now."

This time Shen Zifu didn't stay, and after saying something he knew, he withdrew again.

The room was clean now, and He Jimin propped up half of his face, motioning for Wen En to come over and light the fire, then propped his arms on his knees, and said the only serious thing tonight.

"Mr. Wu, let's start then."

Wu Haonan's eyes lit up, and just as he was about to speak, he saw He Jimin throw a stack of papers on the table.

"Look, it's guaranteed to be more honest than Lord Xing's bid," He Jimin said.

The lights in the room are very bright now, and He Jimin himself picked up a holster hanging on Wen En's arm and put it on. The sloppiness just now disappeared from his face, just like sitting in an office now.

Start talking about business in a proper manner.

This time, they were looking for a batch of domestic suppliers of medical equipment. As usual, they followed the bids. This time, He Jimin took the Wu family's previously public bidding documents and began to talk about his own conditions.

This time we kept talking about the latter part of the night, He Jimin glanced at the time and got up by himself, "I'm disturbing Mr. Wu to sleep, I'm here first today."

Wu Haonan stared at He Jimin's face, and said, "It's nothing, I'll have to rely on Mr. He in the future."

The two greeted each other, knowing that He Jimin was blown in the face by the sticky wind when he left the bar, and Wu Haonan bent down to open the door for He Jimin, so Wen En's hand that was stretched out to open the door is now withdrawn.

He Jimin followed Wen En into the car, nestled in the back seat and pressed his temples.

"What is Wu Haonan?" On the way back, Wen En was driving, and opened the sunroof above his head by the way. "So blatantly coveting you."

He Jimin smacked the lingering taste of alcohol in his mouth, and replied, "It's better to be so blatant than red ears."

He Jimin still wanted to laugh when he thought of that red ear pointing out.

Wen En took a look in the rearview mirror, and the young masters of the two blushing families could only sigh, and continued, "Looking at Wu Haonan's posture now, there is a high possibility of finding us for the project."

He Jimin pulled the phone, and then told Wen En, "Lai Mao, who has been in Ping'er for 53 years, you can help me with it recently, just for the past few days, keep me as a favor."

"It's a good thing from 53 years old." Wen En himself figured that it would cost as little as one hundred thousand, but he didn't know who He Jimin was targeting for such a big deal.

"He asked for too much," He Jimin muttered back to the topic just now, "Boss Xiao Wu's goods are not worth the money."

Wen En hummed subconsciously.

Then he asked again, "Master He set the minimum budget for this project, and there is basically no possibility of lowering the price of the project."

He Jimin finally closed his eyes, hummed lightly in his nose, and finally mumbled, "It's not impossible."

Wen En drove steadily, and He Jimin slept soundly, and when he woke up, he arrived at his residence in Province B.

Because He Jimin had been vacant here before, it is still being rectified. If you look in through the fence outside the door, you can still see a row of workers busy.

"A few days ago, I asked someone to look inside and out of the house, and tidy it up before you come back today." Wen En said while winking with the people next to him.

After a while, everyone who could be seen on the surface slowly disappeared, and now only He Jimin was left in the huge yard, lying on the pool and reaching for fish.

The courtyard has a large layout, including the main body of the house, with a total area of ​​one or two thousand square meters. The area of ​​green plants in the courtyard is good. It feels cool as soon as you enter the door, but He Jimin is only there. He sits on the edge of the water at the door, and then beckons and prepares to leave. .

Wen En saw it and followed up and asked, "Isn't it suitable here?"

"It's too big." He Jimin touched a cigarette, rubbed the tinfoil on it, looked up at the stars shining above his head, and then went out with his pockets in his pocket, "Book a hotel for me."

"Three or four stars will do." He Jimin lifted his feet into the car, sat in the back, and took a last look through the crack of the car door. "If this kind of house can't be filled with people, it's better to leave it empty."

In the middle of the night, He Jimin finally lay down on the hotel bed with his head down, pulled the other half of the pillow and slapped his face, and then slowly lost consciousness with the help of alcohol.

In the dream, there was a child squatting on the ground with snot and tears all over his face.

Ugly.

He Jimin stood opposite him, watching, until the child was so exhausted from crying and fell asleep in the dark, that He Jimin went over and rubbed the child's head.

When He Jimin opened his eyes again, he wiped away the tears squeezed from the corners of his eyes with his thumb, stretched himself, and stared at the ceiling for a while before realizing it.

This is not home.

After breakfast, He Jimin received a call.

The school is on the other end of the phone.

He Yuanzhuo's school.

"You are Mr. He Jiminhe," said a very polite female voice on the other side.

He Jimin still had an offer to make, but he still said politely, "I am."

In short, while He Jimin finished his breakfast, he found out that He Yuanzhuo's school still had some materials that needed to be signed by the guardian, so He Jimin took the time to go there.

He Jimin agreed, looked at the bustling city outside, rinsed his mouth and started to walk outside.

Before the tranquil taste in the mouth goes away, the aroma of tobacco has already been added.

He Jimin fixed his hair for the last time in front of the mirror, and bumped into someone when he stepped out of the elevator.

"Jimin," Hou Fangyuan was standing at the entrance of the hall. He had cut off countless cigarette butts on the top of the trash can next to him, and now he just lit up again.

Hou Fangyuan was wearing a crisp short liner, and his mental outfit couldn't conceal the tiredness in his eyes.

He Jimin walked over without giving him a look, but he was still stopped by Hou Fangyuan.

"I know there's a reason for you to come back, right?" Hou Fangyuan stopped He Jimin with his shoulder, and didn't let him go any further.

He Jimin was originally amused by Hou Fangyuan's self-immersed rhetorical question, so he followed him, "Yes."

Hou Fangyuan raised his head suddenly, "That's what you said before."

"I lied to my father. You know that without the He family's property, I'm nothing. Am I Hou Fangyuan?"

"I didn't think so, I know I didn't know how to restrain myself before," Hou Fangyuan had finished speaking.

Going down, he couldn't get rid of the so-called dignity.

He Jimin planned to hear this, and when he saw the car parked downstairs, he suddenly held the cigarette he was biting in his hand, and lit a hole in Hou Fangyuan's shoulder, "Want to get back together? "

Hou Fangyuan put the word "think" on his tongue, but reason told him it was a joke, so he swallowed the words and asked, "You really think so?"

He Jimin generously admitted, "I'm thinking, but it's not up to you to—"

"I just thought about that early in the morning, Mr. He is still full of energy," Jin Nan came up from the steps with his arms folded, turned his head and followed Xing Zhuo behind him, "Look, I really can't tell, Mr. He is still a lover." plant."

He Jimin was not annoyed when he heard this, and kept his eyes fixed on Xing Zhuo who was behind him, but he repeated it from top to bottom, and laughed at himself, "If you spend more time dealing with each other in the future, you will know that I am—"

"Long in love." He Jimin said as he walked down, followed by Hou Fangyuan.

When He Jimin walked over, he was stopped by Xing Zhuo.

The eyes of the two met in the middle, He Jimin hesitated for a while looking at the other's face, and finally said, "That's the way you look."

He Jimin didn't leave after hearing these words.

Xing Zhuo turned his face away from He Jimin, but only looked at Hou Fangyuan who was standing aside, "You can still pick up this kind of person."

He Jimin took advantage of Xing Zhuo's speech and posted it directly, interrupting him and asking, "What about you? Like this, take a step back."

"I'll be the next one, okay?"