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

"I'm a little older than him, and I usually let this kind of thing go. If you don't understand anything, just ask me." He Jimin looked at Li Wutong's glowing green face, but he didn't feel anything. Turning his head and put his shoulders on Xing Zhuo, "Since you let me go up, I just want to find a place to sleep, and talk to Brother Wutong about experience or something."

When He Jimin finished speaking, he heard Xing Zhuo snort.

But there was not much rebuttal to what he had just said.

Li Wutong stood there with an incredulous expression on his face, he dared to say such a thing to Xing Zhuo He Jimin.

Li Wutong felt uncomfortable, but seeing that Xing Zhuo didn't say anything, he didn't open his mouth, so he could only control the expression on his face and follow in.

The school of Nanda University in Beicheng is well-built, and a school is renovated more like a commercial area, especially the underground parking area covering an area of ​​several hundred square meters specially provided for teachers and students, and the cars coming out of the exit are evenly spaced before landing. The price is six or seven.

He Jimin watched for a while and followed Xing Zhuo to the elevator.

After reaching the number of floors, Li Wutong stood in the corner thinking that Xing Zhuo should go out first. After the elevator door opened, the first person to go out was He Jimin.

"This place is really bright," He Jimin raised his head and walked out. He looked at the room and opened the door and went in. When he entered the door, he saw Jin Nan sitting on the reception sofa, holding a phone in his hand. , I guess I was waiting to call Xing Zhuo in a hurry.

"Why did you—" Jin Nan saw He Jimin halfway through his speech, and changed the topic, "Didn't you stop coming?"

"Coincidentally, I forgot that there is a place to sleep upstairs too," He Jimin said as he casually put his suit on the hanger by the door, and sat on the sofa himself, tilting his body and looking at Xing Zhuo. , the voice lowered a little, "It's not that Master Xing has a happy event today, and I'll come over to enjoy it too."

Although the office room is large, there is only one sofa for people to rest on. Jin Nan sat upright in a corner, while He Jimin lay down on his side as soon as his buttocks touched him, and half of his calf was still exposed. outside.

If I want to find a place to rest, there is only Xing Zhuo's boss chair.

When Xing Zhuo sat up by himself, Li Wutong who was still standing was left in the office, and He Yuanzhuo who had already followed in.

"Ms. Xing's sick, I feel—" He Yuanzhuo opened the door and came in with a smile, and when he saw He Jimin lying on the sofa, he deliberately said, "I won't need any substitutes in the future."

"It's not like everyone can lean towards you," He Yuanzhuo said, and walked in, waited to stand still, and then stood next to He Jimin, "This place is for guests to sit, you will It won't be too bad-"

When He Jimin heard He Yuanzhuo's voice, he withdrew his legs and swung down the pants on He Yuanzhuo's body with his toes, "That makes sense, Wutong, sit here."

He Jimin stood up and made room, "Sit down when you come, don't treat yourself as an outsider, is it Master Xing?"

He Jimin looked at Xing Zhuo while he was talking, and when he moved his eyes away, he realized that the other party had already looked at him at some point, so he simply smiled and walked there, " Indus looks at the birth, you need to take care of it," He Jimin said and stood behind Xing Zhuo, leaning his arm on the back of Xing Zhuo's chair, bent slightly, and the rest of the words were from Xing Zhuo's ears Chewing.

"Look at it this way, the phoenix tree looks better the more you look at it. Tell me, Lord Xing," He Jimin's face was just a thin breath away from Xing Zhuo's ears, and all the people walking around were He Jimin's body. The undiminished heat.

He Jimin threw this sentence out for a long time and Xing Zhuo didn't respond for a long time. Li Wutong thought it was Lord Xing who was embarrassed. Looking at He Jimin's eyes now, Li Wutong felt uncomfortable. The sense of existence, Li Wutong pressed his bones and felt uncomfortable, and continued He Jimin's words, "I am here today mainly to talk to Master Xing."

"I want to know what Master Xing is to me—" Li Wutong paused when he got here, and then sat awkwardly, pointing at five fingers, "I'm just a student, and I didn't think much about it before. It happens that I have a little intersection with Mr. Xing, so I'm a little embarrassed to see you now."

"What did you just say," Xing Zhuo reacted now.

Li Wutong over there was just about to open his mouth to speak, when he saw Xing Zhuo's face twisted towards He Jimin, and then Xing Zhuo said again, "That sentence looks good."

He Jimin looked at Xing Zhuo with a serious face and smelled the words that had been suppressed by Li Wutong just now, and now Xing Zhuo turned them up again, "I said Wutong looks good."

"Well," Xing Zhuo jumped out another word.

Li Wutong, who is now standing opposite, is very embarrassed. He said such a long paragraph with emotion just now, but Xing Zhuo didn't hear it. Now he can only simplify and say, "Master Xing, I am a student--"

"Are you still together?" Xing Zhuo looked at Li Wutong.

Because Xing Zhuo remembered that Li Wutong had a boyfriend.

He Jimin saw that after Xing Zhuo finished asking, Li Wutong didn't show any panic, but said truthfully, "It's because he treated me badly."

Speaking of which, Li Wutong put down the collar he was wearing, "I have been stuck with him for several years, but he still doesn't change, so I don't plan to entangle him too much."

Looking at Li Wutong's fluent speaking, He Jimin knew that he knew a lot.

Since Xing Zhuo wanted to find someone, he had to describe more. Since Li Wutong's appearance was unclear and his voice was indistinct, all he could describe was the interpersonal relationship around him.

If He Yuanzhuo wanted to know this, it wouldn't be too difficult.

But the premise is that Li Wutong is not there.

Because there are some things that only the real Li Wutong knows.

"Understood," Xing Zhuo didn't respond much to Li Wutong's words, and didn't continue to ask why he left at that time.

He Jimin looked bored at the meeting scene, and talked about going to sleep along the way, and now he was really sleepy, so he said hello to Xing Zhuo, asked for the tea room inside him, and planned to take a nap for a while, and then leave later.

After speaking, he opened the door and went in, but did not lock the door.

This tea room was probably originally used to isolate noise, so the sound insulation effect in the middle is good, and you can basically not hear the movement outside just by closing the door, so He Jimin raised one leg up, and his buttocks just touched the soft leather sofa inside. Not long after, I lost consciousness.

It's just that the little boy he often sees in his sleep is still there.

But for the first time, there was a child squatting next to the little boy.

The two children were close to each other, but they didn't speak.

When He Jimin passed by, he saw another child with a black ear tube on his ear, his mouth was open, and he seemed to be talking, but he didn't make any movement for a long time.

The squatting child had dirty hands, shoveling the sand on the ground.

The thin sand slipped through the child's fingers, but this time it was caught by the little boy wearing ear tubes.

At this moment, the child with ear tubes turned his head, and He Jimin saw those eyes——

It is amber.

He Jimin felt his face was cold, so he subconsciously touched his face, and then opened his eyes.

Then it crashed into the eyes before waking up from the dream.

He Jimin stretched out his hand and touched Xing Zhuo's ear, and then he woke up from the dream and said, "Does it hurt?"

He simply felt that it must be difficult for a child to have such thin tubes inserted in his ears.

Then He Jimin saw the opponent's eyelashes tremble, and then retracted the hands that were placed on the corners of his eyes.

"Are you a pig?" Xing Zhuo stepped back and sat on the armrest of the sofa with his hands propped up. "I slept for four hours."

He Jimin rubbed his eyes and sat up, staring at the closed curtains in a daze.

He clearly remembered that when he was sleeping, the heavy curtains hung on the windows were folded neatly, and now all the folds have been stretched, blocking the night view outside the window firmly.

He didn't have much reaction to Xing Zhuo's words just now, he just leaned on the back of the sofa outside, and actually hummed to Xing Zhuo's teasing just now.

He really didn't wake up, everything he was looking at was still blurry.

"Why, Li Wutong is back, and he's not tired." He Jimin wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes before turning around and smiling, "Do you think he's not as flirty as I am, and you're not strong enough?"

He Jimin sat up, and there was a lot of space on the sofa. At this time, Xing Zhuo sat down, stretched out his hand and asked He Jimin for cigarettes, "Do you have any?"

"Don't you not smoke?" He Jimin asked back, but he still touched himself, and when he pried off a layer of bo paper with his fingers, he shook it in front of Xing Zhuo's eyes, "It's a pity, unfortunately, just one root."

After finishing speaking, he clicked on it, "In this case, then I won't be polite to Mr. Xing." He Jimin clicked his tongue, and then rubbed against Mars, "You haven't said yet, when you met Li Wutong, you How do you feel?"

"Look at his figure, is he on the bed—" He Jimin began to analyze while holding a cigarette, but Xing Zhuo cut him off in the middle.

"Is that all you have on your mind?" Xing Zhuo sat upright, turned around and looked down at He Jimin, "I don't have any other thoughts on this kind of thing."

"Other thoughts?" He Jimin felt that Xing Zhuo was starting to be interesting today, at least he was willing to make long sentences out of his mouth, so he thought of making more clichés, so he deliberately said, "Look, when I have other thoughts, How can Hou Fangyuan play with me, now that I'm out of the tiankeng, why should I look for the hole and jump into it?"

"Huh?" After He Jimin finished speaking, he suddenly turned around, facing Xing Zhuo, put his hand on the backrest, and sat with his legs straight. Xing Zhuo laughed suddenly, "Don't say you have other thoughts about this Li Wutong."

After He Jimin finished speaking, he felt that Xing Zhuo's eyes staring at him showed no signs of moving, and his mouth didn't even think about rebutting now, so He Jimin started to talk again according to his own understanding, "It's not like love| Desperate Lord Xing fell in love with a pure and pleasant young man, made a mistake that a bully would make, and fell in love with a damn sweet man."

"Don't keep staring at me, just nod," He Jimin said because he tasted the smoke in his throat, and was choked by the smoke by accident.

Even so, He Jimin looked at Xing Zhuo's slightly confused eyes and was very amused. He couldn't help himself, but the smile in his mouth still couldn't stop. Finally, he reached out to Xing Zhuo and pushed his shoulder. Li smiled, "You fucking talk, I'm a fucking idiot just choking on Lehuo."

While He Jimin was talking, Xing Zhuo grabbed the hand he had put on.

At this time, He Jimin realized that those clear eyes had never left him since the moment he fell asleep.

Sensing Xing Zhuo's slightly weird mood now, He Jimin stopped choking, tried his best to restrain his laughter, and finally asked him, "Is it because I'm sleeping | Are you unhappy in your tea room?"

As soon as He Jimin finished speaking, Xing Zhuo stretched out his hands opposite him, and those palms wrapped in light glue covered the back of He Jimin's hands holding cigarettes.

He Jimin, who had just woken up, was sensitive to temperature. Waiting for the familiar touch on the corner of his eyes to appear on the back of his hand, He Jimin couldn't hold back, and a itch ran up from his lower back to the spine of the back of his neck.

He Jimin looked down at the hand that squeezed the cigarette away, then followed the lit cigarette up, until it reached Xing Zhuo's lips.

Then watch him open his mouth, his teeth hooked on the bite marks he made on the cigarette.

"I just want to ask," Xing Zhuo said to himself, removed the palms covering the back of He Jimin's hands, then turned his wrists up to the corner of his mouth, biting one side of the rubber sleeve with his teeth .

Take off one hand.

This was the first time He Jimin saw those hands that were not wrapped.

The slenderness became more three-dimensional, as well as the protruding blood vessels above and the cold blue head buried under the wheat-colored skin.

So when those unrestricted hands climbed up the row of vertical buttons in front of He Jimin, He Jimin still didn't know what the other party wanted to do.

It wasn't until the shirt was roughly pulled aside by Xing Zhuo, and the skin above He Jimin's heart was wrapped in the coolness of his palm, that He Jimin tilted his head slightly to remind, "Master Xing,"

"Your hands are very cold."

Then He Jimin saw Xing Zhuo with a cigarette in his mouth, clasped his hands on the two beating hearts in the room, and asked a question that made He Jimin inexplicable.

"Why am I here better than you,"

"Much faster."