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

"Be serious," Xing Zhuo tapped He Jimin's fingers on the back of He Jimin's hand, "I don't have time to do this with you right now," Xing Zhuo took a step back and lost his balance when his heel hit the doorstep. Stand firm, but still speak steadily, "If you don't have time now, I'll go directly to He Guoqi."

He Jimin restrained his expression, pinched the cigarette in his hand, and said a few words to Xing Zhuo, "This thing can be done."

"As long as you speak, follow my words."

"But before that, I want to ask you something," He Jimin lightly buckled the toe of his shoes, tapped twice against the ground, pointed to the direction of the private room inside, and said, "Go in and talk."

Xing Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not refuse He Jimin's request, but kept tapping the mirror on his watch with his thumb.

It means he is in a hurry now.

Naturally, He Jimin also got the idea, so he pulled off his collar quickly, exposing a section of his neck, "Do something that should be done to the double."

Xing Zhuo had already put one hand on the door, warning him, "He Jimin."

With a low and shallow sentence, He Jimin could hear the emotion.

Regarding the smell of sparks on Xing Zhuo's body, He Jimin could smell it. Men are rational animals, that is, when the external conditions are met, it is not difficult to make him feel impulsive now. He Jimin explained one more sentence, "It is mainly me There must be something for Hou Fangyuan to see, otherwise how could he want to know that when he is not around, you,

"How much you want to possess me."

He Jimin settled his posture, afraid that Xing Zhuo would not understand the meaning, and wanted to explain a few words, and when he turned around, a hand was wrapped behind his head.

Still as cold as in memory.

It contrasts with the body that is pasted next.

Afterwards, He Jimin began to push and hesitate, "Did I ask you to pinch my chin?"

"Shut up," Xing Zhuo said sullenly, biting He Jimin.

At first, He Jimin was incredulous about Xing Zhuo's cooperation, and during the process, He Jimin kept checking whether Xing Zhuo felt uncomfortable, but he didn't get any response.

It wasn't until the tactile sensation began to flow down He Jimin that He Jimin could feel the details of every bone cavity being filled, that He Jimin couldn't hold back from saying fuck.

The result is that the person behind is attracted to be more retaliatory.

Originally, He Jimin's shirt was only faded by a corner of his shoulder, but now he was dragged by Xing Zhuo and stuck to the wall. Even if He Jimin wanted to move, his cold hands always prevented him from moving.

"Just do what you want, and don't—" He Jimin's waist felt soft, and finally suffered pain.

That place could kill him.

As a result, He Jimin couldn't stand up, and wanted to slide down, but Xing Zhuo was able to do it in time, "Okay, you're not in a fucking hurry—"

He Jimin couldn't speak more complete words now, and finally could only curl up with his back arched.

It wasn't until He Jimin became the one who was confused at the beginning that he felt that Xing Zhuo behind him had a tendency to stop, and then he turned his head and asked Xing Zhuo, who was doing such ridiculous things with an obviously restrained face, "What are you doing?" I guess I played with men a lot before," He Jimin pulled his shirt and leaned against his body, looking down at himself.

It was like being bitten by a dog, but the effect he wanted was still there.

He Jimin rushed to Xing Zhuo, and when he wanted to push the door, he planned to turn around and thank Xing Zhuo, but just as he turned his head, another hand appeared on his face, and finally put it on his mouth. The touch was also icy and cold. When staring at the other person's eyes, He Jimin subconsciously wanted to speak, but he didn't make a sound in the end.

The other party didn't speak, and the two looked at each other inexplicably.

Until Xing Zhuo's cell phone rang.

He Jimin listened to the person on the phone saying, "Master Xing, He Guoqi said he was waiting in the office."

"Understood." Xing Zhuo buttoned the phone, glanced at He Jimin who was still buttoning his head down, put the phone in his pocket, and pushed He Jimin's eye-catching chin up with his arm, helping He Jimin Insert the four-hole round opening with fine white grains one by one.

At the end, I explained myself, "I can't see messy things."

He Jimin tilted his head and looked at Xing Zhuo for a while, then said, "Since Mr. Xing is so interesting and willing to spend so much time with me, then I will try to say within three sentences later—"

"Get He Guoqi done."

Waiting for Xing Zhuo and He Jimin to come out one after the other, Jin Nan, who was waiting outside, surrounded him first, "Why is it taking so long—"

As soon as Jin Nan spoke, he saw that the corners of He Jimin's mouth were torn, and when he stood beside him, he saw a lot of blue bruises on the inside of his collar.

In addition to Xing Zhuo's change in the bar before, he naturally knew what Xing Zhuo had done to He Jimin.

I also believed that Mr. Xing really wanted to play.

After Jin Nan finished watching, he lost the desire/desire to speak, and yelled at Xing Zhuo who was still walking towards the meeting room, "I'll go down and smoke a cigarette. When the talk is over, find me in the car and go."

Xing Zhuo nodded at Jin Nan, but after taking another look, he walked in.

When we arrived at the conference room, He Guoqi sat on it.

As soon as Xing Zhuo arrived, he sat opposite, and He Yuanzhuo was standing next to He Guoqi.

Only He Jimin was absent.

Five minutes later, He Jimin entered the meeting room door.

"I'm sorry, I know I'm meeting a guest, so I went to change clothes," He Jimin spoke naturally, raising his hand to introduce to He Guoqi, "He Dong, this is Xing Dong, and we have met each other before. If Lun's age is a few years younger than me, it's not enough to say that he is a young talent," He Jimin boasted here, and the topic changed to He Guoqi.

"Here, the founder of the He Group, Mr. Xing probably needs to call him senior when he sees Director He." He Jimin stared at Xing Zhuole, "Isn't it?"

He Guoqi listened to He Jimin's compliment very much, and looked at Xing Zhuo from the corner of his eyes.

Just wait for Xing Zhuo to subdue in front of him.

"Naturally," Xing Zhuo opened his mouth, "I'm still an expert of Director He in business."

As soon as the scene was said, there was a distinction between senior and junior, and anyone who wanted to open their mouths in the future would understand the current situation.

Xing Zhuo voluntarily lowered his figure and showed a good temper to He Guoqi, which gave He Guoqi enough face.

So the atmosphere before the conversation was pretty good for a while.

He Jimin and Xing Zhuo didn't have anything to worry about, they just looked at He Guoqi's face, now He Guoqi's mouth was half-opened, and the words came out just like that, but suddenly someone in the middle of the meeting robbed the conversation.

"It's all about business, Master Xing must be considered a legend."

It was He Yuanzhuo who was standing behind He Guoqi who was speaking, "Boss He," he purposely called He Jimin down in front of He Guoqi, "don't need to push or step on it."

He Jimin smiled. He had just sat down, so he naturally didn't answer He Yuanzhuo's stupid words.

Because He Yuanzhuo had been standing next to He Guoqi, he didn't see He Guoqi's expression at all.

So he opened the second wave, "When Mr. Xing——"

"He Yuanzhuo," He Guoqi called He Yuanzhuo's name.

He Jimin propped himself up and leaned back, reaching out for a cup of tea, waiting for He Yuanzhuo to be scolded.

"Dad? What," He Yuanzhuo subconsciously said.

"What is your status first? Remember, you are still in a meeting." He Guoqi glanced at He Jimin, and finally arranged an errand for He Yuanzhuo, "Didn't you see that Chairman He's cup is empty?"

"Go get some tea."

He Yuanzhuo felt awkward, "I don't—"

Before he finished saying "no", He Guoqi slapped the table, "If you don't do it, get out."

"a shame."

After He Yuanzhuo was given the evaluation of these few words, he was completely silent, and he rubbed his feet to lean against He Jimin.

He Jimin didn't say anything, but just smiled at He Yuanzhuo when he raised his head.

When someone was holding the teacup towards He Jimin's front, He Jimin deliberately stretched out his hand, put his thumb against the cup, and flicked it lightly.

With a "click", the cup rolled to the ground and exploded.

He Jimin and Xing Zhuo sat close to each other, so the scum flew towards them.

Before He Yuanzhuo had time to shout at He Jimin, He Guoqi couldn't stand He Yuanzhuo, so he patted the table first, "He Yuanzhuo."

This is the second time that He Guoqi called He Yuanzhuo's full name in this office, and scolded him, "Now, get out."

He Yuanzhuo didn't have time to speak at all, seeing He Guoqi's eyes that were about to burst into flames, he could only walk away in despair.

After He Yuanzhuo left the door with a sullen expression on his face, He Jimin stood up and opened his mouth, "Master Xing doesn't mind the nature of a child."

Xing Zhuo didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

Without He Yuanzhuo, the meeting was naturally much cleaner. He Jimin weighed his words and coaxed He Guoqi to be happy. The shares that Xing Zhuo wanted could be negotiated in the end.

He Jimin finally stood up and said, "Tianhua is also grateful to Lord Xing for joining, so I will sit down and get together tonight."

He Guoqi was saved a lot of face at the meeting, and he nodded naturally when he heard He Jimin's words, "I'm considered a guest in Province B. From now on, I'd better communicate with Director Xing in terms of business."

Xing Zhuo looked like a well-behaved junior, and got up together.

At this time, the tea stains on his body were still soaked, and there was an obvious spot on his body.

Although He Guoqi heard that Xing Zhuo was a scumbag in the local area, he originally thought he was an uneducated rough man, but today he saw that his eyes were not bad, and there was arrogance in his eyes, but he would target him, and he didn't dare to mess around with himself. Facing Xing Zhuo, he stretched out his hand towards He Jimin, "Go and take Mr. Xing to change his outfit, and then send it out to others, we must not lose our courtesy."

He Jimin took the words and walked out.

After making a slight turn, he led the person into the rest room next door.

After He Jimin turned back and locked the lock lightly, he unbuttoned his neck, picked up the sofa and lay down on it, "Aren't you good at pretending to be a grandson?" He Jimin imitated Xing Zhuo just now "I didn't see that the old man liked you very much."

He Jimin began to take off his clothes as he spoke, and when he opened the buttons with his hands, he let the shirt hang on his shoulders like this, and he lowered his head and clicked his tongue twice.

Xing Zhuo, who had just been sitting on the sofa next to him, looked at He Jimin.

He Jimin hooked the waist of his trousers, "My panties are wet."

Xing Zhuo turned his face sideways, turned his eyes away, "Put it away."

"What's for you?" He Jimin asked himself, found the sofa and stood still, rubbing one arm, and dropped two trousers on his heels.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, "He Dong, come to deliver a change of clothes to Mr. Xing."

After hearing this, He Jimin picked up his trousers again, only to realize that he didn't take the clothes for Xing Zhuo, so he buttoned them and walked towards the door. When he put his hand on the door, a gap opened. , was closed by Xing Zhuo who came up from behind.

He Jimin looked at the arm that was resting on his shoulder and turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xing Zhuo didn't look at He Jimin, and clicked his tongue rarely, leaning his back against the door, stretched out his hand to pinch He Jimin's three buttons that were still loose.

He Jimin played with Xing Zhuo's hand and mocked him, "Why, I'm afraid I'll be seen by others—"

Xing Zhuo said shut up and blocked He Jimin. Now He Jimin can only look at Xing Zhuo's back and listen to him talking to the office Xiaowang who is delivering clothes outside.

"Well, I'll deliver the clothes."

Xing Zhuo reached out and took the clothes.

He Jimin was inside, with his forehead on Xing Zhuo's back, and he reached out his hand to get inside his suit jacket. Xing Zhuo's suit was tightly buttoned.

After Xing Zhuo finished picking up the clothes, he wanted to close the door, but Xiao Wang in the office at the door let out a hey, and he didn't back away.

"Is Director He not here?" Xiao Wang asked in the office.

He Jimin showed his head from behind, and asked timidly, "What do you want from me?"

Seeing Secretary Zhang staring at He Jimin, Xing Zhuo's tone was filled with impatience, and he asked, "Is there anything else?"

Because now He Jimin's hands are not honest at all.

"It's gone, it's gone," said Xiao Wang in the office and stepped back.

When Xiao Wang in the office passed the corner, he exaggeratedly said to the colleague who had been waiting there, "My God," and then dragged another colleague who was with him to watch people before and said, "Thanks to you just now Didn't go, tsk tsk tsk, if you want me to say it's better to curry favor with He Yuanzhuo."

"How did you see that?" the man's head was exposed, "I just watched Director He come out with a bad expression on his face, a little red on his face."

"You can also see this." Xiao Wang in the office turned his body to one side and lowered his voice, "Obviously Xing Zhuo is rushing to threaten He Jimin, look at He Jimin's current state, don't you understand? ?”

"The corners of his mouth are swollen, and his clothes are all messed up. I don't know if I misread it, but I think his body is all purple." The little Wang in the office became more and more excited, and then his eyes gradually widened, facing the head of the colleague who was still confused Knocked on it, hated iron but cursed,

"He|mother was beaten."