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

He Jimin thought about the last time he saw Xing Zhuo drinking, he really had a headache, so he promised Jin Nan to watch for him first, but before he put down the phone, he turned his head and saw that the wine glass was already in Xing Zhuo's hand .

Seeing that he was about to swallow, Jin Nan on the other end of the phone suddenly fucked.

"It's fucking rain? Fuck, it's god damn it, the bath tub exploded." Jin Nan's voice was mixed with the sound of pouring rain, making He Jimin a little hard to hear, so he subconsciously hung on the phone. , asked him, "Is it raining too much?"

"I can't even get out of the door. You stand by the window and look at this broken sky. I believe that the earth will explode tomorrow." Jin Nan said a few words, and then turned back to Xing Zhuo, " □□I can’t get out now, you’ve caught Lord Xing, didn’t you mean that your younger brother, even He Yuanzhuo, is there, please watch, Master Xing acted like a baby, I think it’s a social death, if you let him Knowing about it or asking He Yuanzhuo to take a video, I'm afraid to think about it—"

"Aren't you afraid that I'll shoot it?" He Jimin suddenly said something after hearing Jin Nan's ear-piercing nagging.

"You," Jin Nan said dumbly.

He Jimin unilaterally hung up the phone,

When I looked at Xing Zhuo again, I saw that the cup was empty.

But the cup is still pinched in Xing Zhuo's hand.

The opponent's Adam's apple has just finished moving up and down.

In the spirit of humanitarianism, He Jimin still planned to help Jin Nan deal with this matter first.

Now that the situation was urgent, He Jimin didn't care about being comprehensive. The first idea came to his mind, and he started to act.

He Jimin suddenly lay on Xing Zhuo's body, because he came so suddenly, and Li Wutong wobbled around before he could sit still, so He Jimin grabbed his neck and pulled him back. He Jimin waited until Xing Zhuo followed The son began to mutter in a daze, "Xing Zhuo, am I really not as good as Li Wutong?"

After He Jimin laid the groundwork for this sentence, he didn't want to procrastinate for too long, so he hurried to talk, quickly set up his emotions, and waited until his nose felt sour and his eyes were full of tears, so He Jimin took advantage of the situation to give it up. Li Wutong, who was staring blankly, said, "Why the hell are you pretending to be pitiful? What do you mean you are not as good as me? What do you mean being bullied by others?" He Jimin felt that this was the time to vent his grievances as a "stand-in", and his emotions could explode A little faster, just put Li Wutong's head on the table.

Li Wutong's face was pressed there by He Jimin's slap, and the two parts of his mouth were squeezed in the middle, which looked a little funny.

But He Jimin doesn't have time to laugh at Li Wutong now, and is still "angry" crying: "You guys are making out here, why did you take me with you, does Xing Zhuo have a conscience?"

He Yuanzhuo watched from the side, but didn't reach out.

It was as if to see how Xing Zhuo would teach He Jimin a lesson when he was jealous.

After this noise was made, Xing Zhuo said a word to stop without pain.

His eyes seemed to be full of doubts.

Why are you so crazy all of a sudden.

Afterwards, seeing He Jimin blinking at her now, he stretched out his hand and pulled He Jimin towards the door.

"Come here, why are you crazy?" Xing Zhuo directly took He Jimin to the headband outside the door, and just about to open his mouth, he saw He Jimin take a sip from the wine bottle in his hand.

"How much did you drink?" He Jimin asked.

Xing Zhuo said, "A cup."

"How much did you drink before to act like the wind?" He Jimin continued to ask.

Xing Zhuo thought for a while, "One cup." After speaking, he was obviously dissatisfied with He Jimin's choice of words, and wanted to open his mouth to correct him.

But He Jimin didn't give him a chance, and urged him in a low voice, "Hurry up, fight me, and then we'll fight outside the door."

"Are you—" Xing Zhuo hadn't finished saying "There's something wrong" before He Jimin provoked him.

He kept saying the same things in his mouth, "I knew it when I was here, you are a bastard, you have no conscience, you—"

While beating, He Jimin dragged Xing Zhuo towards the door, and finally got out of the private room after pestering him.

"Follow me," He Jimin raised his foot, and when he got out of the private room, he slammed the door shut, dragging Xing Zhuo to find a waiter to open another room, and told the waiter to keep the check-in information secret, then he pushed the door and put him on the bed put.

"He Jimin," Xing Zhuo read his name while sitting on the bed, and He Jimin squatted in front of him to help him change his clothes.

"Go to bed later, don't worry about the rest, Jin Nan said that you are easy to pretend after drinking—"

He Jimin was undoing Xing Zhuo's belt, when the other party clasped his hands and asked, "It was Jin Nan who was on the phone with you just now."

"It's him." He Jimin was stumped by the buttons.

"What are you talking about?" Xing Zhuo was talking, watching He Jimin repeatedly jumping on his sensitive | sensitive area, he couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Tell the truth."

He Jimin raised his head and smiled at him, "I didn't say anything, just chatting, this kind of day." The room He Jimin wanted had a big window, and when he opened the curtain, he could see the almost desperate weather outside.

In addition to the lightning that split from the center in the sky, dense hailstones echoed it.

He Jimin got up and stood by the window to smoke, "Jin Nan said, I can't pick you up today, and I can't go back tonight, so I figured out a way to get you out, mainly because you—" He Jimin While talking, Xing Zhuo, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly stood up, and he was about to walk to the window sill with his hands outstretched.

He Jimin took a deep breath and wanted to turn on the light. He came in a hurry but forgot that Xing Zhuo could not see well in the dark. When he turned around and lifted his feet, he felt that the corner of his suit was being pulled by Xing Zhuo , and then a mass of warm body was attached to it.

"Brother, Ah Zhuo is afraid," Xing Zhuo said, and he stuck to He Jimin.

He Jimin was used to it, so he touched Xing Zhuo's head and pricked it in his chest, and ran along Xing Zhuo's hair, "It's okay, it's okay, Ah Zhuo is not afraid, there is a brother." He Jimin felt that there was someone in his arms. Shaking, thinking that he was cold, but when Xing Zhuo's face was pulled away, he found that he was actually crying?

Xing Zhuo cried.

He Jimin really felt that it was too rare.

While Xing Zhuo was still drunk, He Jimin planned to say, "Why are you crying, Ah Zhuo?"

"Brother, don't stand at the window, come home with me," Xing Zhuo said, pulling He Jimin back.

He Jimin smiled coquettishly, patted Xing Zhuo's head and followed him back.

During the middle, Xing Zhuo kept holding He Jimin and didn't let go, so He Jimin found a room and sat on the sofa in the living room, patted Xing Zhuo's back, thinking of the strength he used to coax his children, his mouth lightly Humming a song.

"Is mom still outside?" Xing Zhuo asked in a low voice.

This is the second time He Jimin heard Xing Zhuo ask his mother, so he asked, "Is A Zhuo Hope here?"

"I'm not here, I'm not here," Xing Zhuo said several times in a row, and then he stuck his head into He Jimin's arms, "She'd better not be here forever, just Ah Zhuo and A Yao."

Xing Yao.

He Jimin didn't have much of an impression of the name, and now that it's included in the book, many details are automatically filled in.

Xing Zhuo's stature is too big, and he can't bear the pressure on He Jimin. Now he wants to take out his hand to answer Jin Nan, and then remembers to record Xing Zhuo. He Jimin starts the video and squeezes Looking at Xing Zhuo's face, he imitated his childish voice and asked, "Who does A Yao like the most?"

"elder brother."

He Jimin continued to ask, "Is Ah Zhuo most afraid of thunder?"

"No," Xing Zhuo suddenly changed his face, "A Zhuo is most afraid of—"

"I'm most afraid of—"

"Brother, jump off the stairs."

"Brother, don't jump."

"I beg you."

He Jimin was still holding the phone in his hand, but he didn't smile anymore. When he looked down at Xing Zhuo, he was already sleeping on his stomach.

He Jimin watched the video in his hand several times, and finally swiped to the icon of the trash can and hung it for a while.

deleted.

Afterwards, the night was silent, during which He Yuanzhuo and Li Wutong called Xing Zhuo and his own mobile phone respectively, but He Jimin didn't answer the call on the mute.

The rain didn't stop in the second half of the night, but half of He Jimin's body was numb from Xing Zhuo's pressure, so he wanted to move around and find a cigarette by the way.

When I climbed into the toilet, I took a shower. I saw in the mirror that the red spots on my body were washed away by the hot water and itched away for a while. I scratched my back a few times with my backhand, and finally my back was covered with red marks.

He Jimin has never been serious about his strikes, so the scratches are quite bright at first glance.

He Jimin went out of the bathroom door and heard the evil wind outside, wrapped around a bath towel, opened the door and asked for a bottle of medicated oil for promoting blood circulation, and sat on the sofa to rub it on his back.

He couldn't see clearly at night, and dripped on the brand new gray surface of the sofa, so He Jimin wiped it again with a paper, and finally it still made a noise when he turned his arm.

Now I heard Xing Zhuo talking in his sleep again, and he stretched out his hand to pull on the collar. When He Jimin got close, he also felt that the other party's body was hot, so he took off his white shirt by the way.

With his movement, Xing Zhuo, who was next to him, was also involved.

"Ah Zhuo woke up," He Jimin got used to his identity just now, and now his tone was still coaxing a child, he raised his hand and put it on Xing Zhuo's head.

"Do you want a hug from brother?" He Jimin posted it himself. Xing Zhuo's stature is a bit bigger than He Jimin's, so He Jimin hugged the hug a little stronger.

More like buddies than brothers.

"What did you call me?" Xing Zhuo frowned, and pulled He Jimin away, "Say it again."

He Jimin will understand when he sees the mature emotion in the other party's eyes.

Xing Zhuo is sober now.

This was the case both times. Although Xing Zhuozhan got drunk quickly, he sobered up much faster than ordinary people.

"I heard that Jin Nan called you that. When we did it just now, we had a bit of fun. If you don't like it, I won't call you that when I do it in the future." The bath towel was not tied firmly, and it dangled and fell off Xing Zhuo's body.

"What did you say?" Xing Zhuo stared at He Jimin when he spoke, and then looked down at himself, "Have you done it?"

There were white stains on the sofa.

Tissues scattered around.

...

He Jimin looked at Xing Zhuo's face with questions of "I don't know", "When" and "I did that", he opened his mouth, "Why, just do it, I told you that you are so comfortable, you What kind of loss can I make?" He Jimin wiped the water off his head, and as he spoke, he felt a chill run down his back.

Just as He Jimin was about to complain about the cold, he saw Xing Zhuo standing up and walking up the surrounding wall. Perhaps because the other party's current vision is not good, he was stumbled by the corner of the table on the way, "Turn on the light .”

Xing Zhuo repeated it again.

Seeing that Xing Zhuo lost his composure, He Jimin walked towards him and turned on the light on the wall, "Why, I'm afraid—"

Before He Jimin could say the word "black", he almost bit his tongue, "Fuck, Xing Zhuo, what the hell are you doing?" cold.

Xing Zhuo pinned him to the wall.

The finger on the back swiped from top to bottom.

It's just that the hands are extremely light, more like scratching a feather on the leather.

Xing Zhuo saw the bright red marks on He Jimin's back.

Originally, He Jimin scratched his back because of itching, but now he started to itch again after being stroked by Xing Zhuo's cool finger.

"Don't fucking touch it," He Jimin was irritated by being touched, "Speak up if you have something to say."

But at this time Xing Zhuo didn't speak anymore, with such a young face, now he looked like an old man full of worries.

He Jimin was looking for a cigarette again, but Xing Zhuo stopped him as soon as he took it out, "Smoking less."

Then I added a sentence, "It's not good for the lungs."

Xing Zhuo put it on his mouth, did not ignite, then pointed to the Siping big bed opposite, "Go up."

He Jimin watched as Xing Zhuo didn't move.

Xing Zhuo added, "Sleep."

He Jimin still didn't move, he stretched out his feet, and the five toes dangled in front of Xing Zhuo's eyes, "You stepped on my shoe just now, so I can't go."

He Jimin wanted to take advantage of Xing Zhuo, so he put on a stern face, waiting for Xing Zhuo to reply with a few words, and He Jimin was planning to take advantage of it.

Thinking that Xing Zhuo still had to carry him, he put a hand on his stomach first, so as not to be hurt again.

But as soon as He Jimin put his hand on it, he was suddenly transferred sideways, and he could see Xing Zhuo's nose peak at the junction of light and dark when he looked up.

This angle is refreshing.

And if He Jimin remembers correctly, this thing is called,

Princess hug.

He Jimin's head was on the pillow, but he saw that Xing Zhuo didn't lie down with him, so he put his arms around Xing Zhuo's arm, "It's three hours before dawn, so don't come up and sit down."

"Don't do it," Xing Zhuo turned his back to He Jimin, and lit the cigarette he hadn't touched just now, "I'll sit by the bed for a while, you sleep in yours."

A few thunderclaps fell outside the window at this time, and He Jimin saw that Xing Zhuo, who was sitting bowed, was half illuminated.

"Xing Zhuo," He Jimin tried to call him.

Xing Zhuo moved his arm to show that he heard it.

"What do you mean by your current reaction?" He Jimin's arms were empty, so he pulled a pillow into his arms to cushion them, "You are really crazy and wild when you are drunk, and I feel comfortable doing it. Don't worry about it. "He Jimin made up words in his mouth, intending to help Jin Nan complete the lie, "You—"

"Shut up," Xing Zhuo propped himself up and moved back a little, "I don't want to hear the details."

"You despise me," He Jimin said with a squeeze of his voice.

"No," Xing Zhuo answered quickly, but then fell silent.

"Then you don't want to hear the details?" He Jimin put his hands on Xing Zhuo's back, "Isn't it—"

He Jimin moved a little closer as he spoke, only to realize that Xing Zhuo's entire ear was

It's red.

"I'll let you—" Xing Zhuo turned around suddenly, but he didn't know that He Jimin had already approached him, and when he turned around, he faced He Jimin.

He Jimin was ready, so he stepped forward.

The tips of their noses came together.

Xing Zhuo slammed back, covered his nose with his hand, and said after a long time of stuffiness, "Have you washed the things I left at your place?"

"Huh?" He Jimin didn't understand what Xing Zhuo meant.

Xing Zhuo reached out and lifted the bath towel off He Jimin's body, and asked, "And—" Xing Zhuo turned his face away and mumbled,

"Does it hurt?"