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

Perhaps sensing that He Jimin was not cooperating, Xing Zhuo's mouth crawled into He Jimin's ear and said, "Don't move, your son is sleeping."

He Jimin's face was forced to lift up, and there was still a gap in the door of the office, so He Jimin could only hook the door with his toes.

Externally, such a relationship is not appropriate.

When the door was closed, He Jimin felt that the person on his body had no scruples now, but He Zhuo was still sleeping on the sofa, and He Jimin couldn't scream whenever he wanted, so he could only push Xing Zhuo away with his voice down, " When you see me, you don’t have anything serious to say, that’s all you can think about.”

It was Xing Zhuo who said this to him in the past, but now He Jimin packed the words back and sent them back, but the other party was obviously a lot anxious first, and only fragmentary words were bitten into He Jimin's ears.

"Where did that kid come from?" Xing Zhuo also asked in detail when he was in love.

"Damn it," He Jimin put his hands on his back that was oppressed by Xing Zhuo, and replied by the way, and the cigarette he was holding was already broken by He Jimin with his knuckles. I'm even more curious when I think of a child, you actually raised someone again behind Li Wutong's back?"

"Only one day, who cheated?" He Jimin said more and more hotly, "Can you fucking stop biting me, it hurts."

"Li Wutong," Xing Zhuo read the name, "you think he is Li Wutong."

"Of course—" He Jimin took it back halfway through the sentence, "I don't know much about you, and besides," He Jimin pushed Xing Zhuo back violently, "It has nothing to do with me."

He Jimin wiped his mouth with his hands, and smiled, "No wonder Jin Nan said you have a bad temper. Since when did Master Xing belong to a dog, let him kill you." The light in the room was not good, but He Jimin finished rubbing his hands. At the corner of his mouth, he found that the scab on the corner of his mouth was just right, and he was bitten by Xing Zhuo again.

He Jimin had just finished speaking when the other party posted it again.

In the darkness, He Jimin's synesthesia was amplified, and just as he was about to scold Xing Zhuo, who was now full of yellow waste, he heard rustling on the opposite sofa.

"elder brother?"

He Jimin agreed in the dark, "Are you here, Ah Zhuo is awake?" Before he finished speaking, another bite hit He Jimin's neck, and He Jimin hissed.

"What's wrong, brother?" He Zhuo was a little anxious on the other side.

He Jimin heard that he got up, so he said, "Brother is sleeping too, you can sleep a little longer and go home later."

"Brother?" He Zhuo was still looking.

"Let me go," He Jimin whispered.

But Xing Zhuo did not let him go.

He Jimin heard the child bumping forward, calling for brother.

After a while, there was a "click", probably because the cup was broken.

After being blown up like this, He Jimin's first thought was that the child had no shoes on and his feet were pierced by glass on the ground, so he withdrew from Xing Zhuo and went forward to find the child, "Ah Zhuo? Ah Zhuo?"

After calling out twice, He Jimin warmed his arms and stroked the soft head of the child, and then moved down the child's feet until the soles of the child's feet were no longer bloody, then he touched the child's head. Putting the child in his arms, he turned his head and said, "Master Xing, please turn on the light."

"Master Xing?" He Jimin yelled again when he heard no one answered.

In the end, He Jimin turned on the light by himself, only to find that the door was open.

Xing Zhuo was gone in the room.

"Brother?" He Zhuo rubbed his eyes, and reached out to touch the corner of He Jimin's mouth when he saw it, "Brother is bleeding," He Zhuo poked his head over.

But He Jimin didn't have time to take care of this right now. When he left the office with He Zhuo in his arms, he bumped into Wen En who was rushing back.

"He Dong, where are you going in such a hurry?" Wen En walked all the way, his body was still wet.

"Have you seen Master Xing?" He Jimin stuffed He Zhuo in his arms towards Wen En while speaking, "Keep an eye on him."

While picking up the child, Wen En replied, "I met the person who got out of the elevator just now, and said that he had to leave after finishing his work." Wen En was a little flustered when he picked up the child without holding the child, "I saw the expression on Master Xing's face. No, I didn’t ask again.”

"Got it," He Jimin finished and started to walk downstairs.

It was only when I went out that I realized why Wen En was so wet. It cleared up for a while in the afternoon, and now it's raining again.

He Jimin didn't even think about bringing an umbrella when he went out, and rushed out while typing on Xing Zhuo's cell phone.

He realized that Xing Zhuo's mood was really not right just now, and now nothing can happen to Xing Zhuo. After all, the direction of the whole book has begun to develop in a new direction, and every step of his calculations cannot guarantee that there will be no mistakes.

He Jimin kept beeping in his ears, but no one answered.

He Jimin searched along the sidewalk near the company, because Xing Zhuo's car was still in the VIP seat when he went downstairs, and there was no one in the car, so He Jimin guessed that people walked on two legs.

When He Jimin left, Wen En was still reporting to work, and the things had already been sent to the appraisal center, and the trust relationship would basically give the results within five days at the earliest.

In addition, there is another piece of news from the He family——

Wang Chunli was paralyzed.

Because the operation was not timely, only one life was saved in the end, and now he has been taken back to He's family to recuperate.

"Master means to tell He Yuanzhuo about this matter after the appraisal result comes out," Wen En continued on the phone.

He Jimin walked on the road and listened, wondering if he answered, but kept looking around.

At this moment, the rain was rushing down, and He Jimin was soaked through in no time.

There was a lot of people and traffic on the road, and the commuting rush was also chaotic. On the phone, Wen En continued to explain, "He Dong, I have also arranged this matter recently, and there is no problem with keeping it secret——"

"Have you inquired about Xing Zhuo?" He Jimin said.

Wen En's avatar hadn't reacted yet, so he hummed first, and then said, "Ask someone to ask, Xing Zhuo has been a bit weird recently, it's not the same as before, the specific reaction is—"

He Jimin listened to it, and when he looked across the road, he saw Xing Zhuo standing inside the bus stop. He Jimin cut off the second half of Wen En's sentence, "Let's do this first, and hang up first."

He Jimin took a few small steps to wait for the red light at the intersection, his eyes fixed on Xing Zhuo who was opposite him.

The person was standing with He Jimin behind his back, and He Jimin was a little far away, and he always felt that there was someone standing behind Xing Zhuo.

He Jimin watched the countdown on the red light, unconsciously took a small step forward, and hid behind passers-by by the way.

Before He Jimin could see who was talking to Xing Zhuo, he felt that everyone around him was looking at him.

Finally, the man closest to He Jimin put an umbrella on top of He Jimin's head, "He Dong, don't you bring an umbrella when you go out?"

The sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella made He Jimin turn his head.

Jin Nan was holding an umbrella and looking across the road with He Jimin, "Do you want to know who is standing behind him?"

The crowd started to move forward while talking, He Jimin didn't care what Jin Nan said, and followed the crowd, Jin Nan took an umbrella and followed, but He Jimin didn't stand under his umbrella, leaving a way to reply, " If I want to know, I'll see for myself."

He Jimin walked across the road and saw Li Wutong standing in front of Xing Zhuo.

Right now it looks like a chance encounter is delivering an umbrella.

He Jimin was already drenched all over. He wiped his face and then pulled his hair up.

"How do you feel about Li Wutong?" Jin Nan stood sideways and put the umbrella in the middle, asking endlessly. While asking, he wanted to help He Jimin lift up the wet hair that fell from his forehead.

But He Jimin didn't give in, he reached out and slapped the back of his hand with a crisp snap.

"I don't think it doesn't matter." He Jimin turned sideways, and when he heard the movement on the other side was a little loud, he glanced there again.

I saw Li Wutong crying.

Xing Zhuo stood beside him with no expression on his face.

He Jimin pushed Jin Nan forward, covered it with an umbrella, and took another two steps, and then waited until he could roughly hear Li Wutong's muttering.

"Master Xing, I don't care about you. Tell me what I did wrong, should I change it?" Li Wutong lowered his head and wanted to reach out to hook Xing Zhuo's finger, but it was in vain.

Xing Zhuo seemed to be tired of listening, and started to walk forward.

"Xing Zhuo, have you forgotten how I treated you in the past?" Li Wutong saw that it was useless to show weakness, and immediately started to dig up old scores, "You almost died and who saved you from the garbage dump?"

"You said you would look for me, but now that you have found me, are you going to treat me like this?"

These two sentences fixed Xing Zhuo's feet.

At this time, the rain started to rain heavily, and the movement on the umbrella surface made the conversation on the other end difficult to hear.

He Jimin could only watch the movements of those two people.

Li Wutong at the other end took advantage of the situation to catch up, probably fearing that Xing Zhuo would be angry, so he continued to speak softly, "I don't want to threaten you with this, but I just want you to stay with me more. Last time you disappeared suddenly, I looked for you all night. , Today is the same, I know you are not in the company," Li Wutong paused at this point, "It was because of He Jimin last time."

When Li Wutong chanted the name, seeing Xing Zhuo frowned, he felt confident, and then said, "I really can't figure out how there is such a shameless person who can stick to anyone by pulling him. Hou Fangyuan is used to being a dog, and now he wants to change his master—"

Before Hou Fangyuan finished speaking, Xing Zhuo choked him, "Are you here just to talk nonsense?"

"No," Li Wutong quickly stopped talking, feeling that Xing Zhuo was more impatient than before, so he smiled to please him, "Then don't say that bitch He Jimin—"

Before Li Wutong could say the words after the word "cheap", his body was chopped off.

Because he was unprepared, Li Wutong fell to the ground directly, and the back half of his body was completely wet.

Xing Zhuo didn't explain much, and walked straight forward, as if he wasn't the one who kicked someone just now.

Li Wutong sat on the ground clutching his stomach, the smile on his face hadn't even returned.

After being stunned, Li Wutong finally came to his senses, and instinctively made him scream, "Xing Zhuo, stop the fuck."

He Li Wutong is so old, no one dares to touch him.

He Jimin was also a little confused seeing this, Xing Zhuo's temper came suddenly, and after being scolded by Li Wutong who was holding his belly on the ground and about to stand up, Xing Zhuo really didn't go any further, but Fold back.

He Jimin thought that Xing Zhuo would explain a few more words to Li Wutong, but Li Wutong just stood firm, and then Xing Zhuo stepped on his calf and knelt down again.

There is no empathy at all.

Before Li Wutong could even say a few words, he was trampled on the ground by Xing Zhuo again.

From the beginning to the end, Xing Zhuo did not explain.

"Don't try to persuade him?" He Jimin said to Jin Nan who was also watching the excitement.

Jin Nan stood, glanced at Xing Zhuo and He Jimin, and finally asked, "Have you ever seen Lord Xing do something?"

He Jimin asked back, "Could it be that you haven't seen it?"

Jinnan, on the other hand, had a serious face, and tightly covered the umbrella,

"I'm so old, this is the first time I see you."

"It's so fresh," He Jimin said in disbelief, "He's such a big guy, he hasn't beaten anyone before?"

"Otherwise, what would he want me to do?" Jin Nan's eyes were still looking there. "I was his thug at the front when I was in school. Basically, those who couldn't get to him would lie here first."

"What did Li Wutong say, which made Mr. Xing so angry," Jin Nan said, frowning and smacking his lips, "I'll wait, it's strange for Mr. Xing to do this."

He Jimin looked there again through the umbrella, and Li Wutong curled up to the side, clutching his belly.

Xing Zhuo was expressionless from the beginning to the end.

Standing there didn't rush to leave, and squatted down to reach out to Li Wutong.

Finally, I asked for a cigarette from Li Wutong.

Stand and finish smoking before leaving.

Li Wutong didn't dare to speak, and lay on the ground covering his face.

"Are you still looking for him now," Jinnan asked.

He Jimin stretched out his hand to push away Jinnan's umbrella, walked straight ahead, and when he got to Li Wutong's feet, he also bent over where Xing Zhuo squatted, looking at the back of Xing Zhuo who had just turned past, and said to himself,

"Raging tiger ass,"

"You have to poke it to have fun."

He Jimin followed behind Xing Zhuo.

Jin Nan didn't follow, he was in charge of taking care of the rest of Li Wutong, and then told He Jimin who was walking forward, "Then you follow, contact me if you have anything to do."

In the end, Jin Nan worried and added, "Master Xing has a temper and doesn't know what to do. I'll settle down and go find you."

He Jimin waved his hand back, not even taking the umbrella that Jin Nan handed over,

Because Xing Zhuo didn't take an umbrella either.

He was wet in the front, and He Jimin was wet in the back. At night, the air was humid, and at night the air became stuffier.

Xing Zhuo walked ahead without purpose, so that He Jimin, who was following behind, couldn't guess where the portrait was going until Xing Zhuo stopped under the street lamp.

He Jimin saw that the light would not be lit any further.

The whole piece of light is here, making a demarcation under Xing Zhuo's feet, and Xing Zhuo's toes are touching the blackness in front of him, standing straight in a daze.

He Jimin dodged into the alley, taking advantage of this moment to touch the cigarette in his pocket.

It's all soaked.

Finally, I took the wet box and stuffed it into the trash can.

At this time, Xing Zhuo stopped, and found a long chair along the street by the side of the road, and he sat on it.

Even if there is a eaves to hide from the rain on the side, I don’t go there, so that the curtain on the other side is put in the theme baking room on the opposite side before closing.

It's probably scary to see someone sitting at the door with a face that's darker than the sky.

He Jimin didn't hide at this time, he just wanted to pull Xing Zhuo to the side, but when he was sitting next to Xing Zhuo, he didn't move.

Now the scene is two people sitting on the street in the rain.

As soon as He Jimin sat down, Xing Zhuo stood up, grabbed Xing Zhuo's arm and dragged him to the eaves by the side of the road, and said a single word, "Drench."

He Jimin laughed at him, "You know about it too."

After He Jimin finished speaking, Xing Zhuo patted him up and down. He Jimin looked at him with a serious face, and thought he was going to say something to vent his anger, such as "you followed me" or "what the hell are you trying to do?" , but the last thing He Jimin heard was, "How long have you been in the shower."

"It's about the same as you," He Jimin's hair was a bit longer than Xing Zhuo's, and strands of hair slid down, and He Jimin had to slap his palm along the hairline after he said a few words.

He Jimin's forehead is narrow, which caused his hair to fall down after being pulled up, "Going home, I'll see you off."

He Jimin looked at him and Xing Zhuo who were drenched, and waited until midnight to blow the air. It would be miraculous if they didn't catch a cold tomorrow.

The lighting on this street is weak, only one side is turned on, and the warm orange color from the bakery window has little effect on Xing Zhuo's current eyesight, so He Jimin doesn't intend to let Xing Zhuo do it. When he got angry, he clasped Xing Zhuo's palm inward, but didn't look at Xing Zhuo's face, just asked him, "Do you have something on your mind?"

After all, Xing Zhuo has been unusually noticeable since the afternoon.

"No." After Xing Zhuo replied, he pulled He Jimin forward. He Jimin was originally looking for someone, but now he was the one being dragged.

The rain outside was still falling, and there was a big trend. At this time, a little girl stood out of the window, "Why don't you go into the store and hide for a while, it's hard to go out when it's raining heavily."

Xing Zhuo obviously didn't want to enter, but He Jimin dragged him into the store, saying thank you as he entered.

The little girl smiled and said it was okay, she went into the kitchen and found two clean towels and handed them over.

He Jimin smiled and said thank you before smelling the incense in the shop.

The pastries are exquisitely made, and besides the ones on the window, there are quite a few in the store. He Jimin saw Xing Zhuo's face turned outward, and just wanted to stretch out his hand to bring him back to his senses, but a towel was placed on his head. Immediately afterwards, Xing Zhuo gently rubbed his head with a towel.

From the ears to the top of the head, Xing Zhuo rubbed it patiently bit by bit.

He Jimin stared at Xing Zhuo's face, which was still dripping with water, and Xing Zhuo was gentler than before, so he couldn't tell that he was angry just now.

"Want to eat?" He Jimin suddenly said to Xing Zhuo.

"What," Xing Zhuo replied, but the movements of his hands didn't stop.

He Jimin pointed backwards, "It's mine."

He Jimin instinctively sensed that if Xing Zhuo had a bad temper today, at least half of it must be caused by himself.

He Jimin was not stingy when it came to being friends, "I'm the one to invite you."

"Choose one." Xing Zhuo rubbed He Jimin's head, but he moved up to the edge of the glass, and finally pointed to a mousse cake with a husky on it, "this one?"

Xing Zhuo still didn't speak.

He Jimin made his own decision at the other end, and laughed at the clerk, "That's it."

The little girl glanced at Xing Zhuo, looked at the way the two got along, and whispered a guess at He Jimin, "Did you make your brother angry?"

He Jimin hugged Xing Zhuo to his side, "He is younger than me."

"According to age, I'm his elder brother," He Jimin said, feeling the hand on his head stop.

After the things were packed, the little girl in the store came out with an umbrella, and said with an apologetic expression, "There is only one umbrella in the store, so you can make use of it."

He Jimin smiled and said thank you. Afterwards, when they went out, Xing Zhuo was holding an umbrella and He Jimin was carrying a cake. It was just that the two of them were unlucky. They encountered an unexpected temporary power outage in the block within a few steps of going out.

The whole blockbuster went out of light.

Because it was late at night, there were not many people and cars on the street.

Xing Zhuo didn't leave the moment the light disappeared, and the rain was still beating on the umbrella, so He Jimin patted Xing Zhuo's shoulder with the hand that wasn't holding the cake, stood up and said, "You can pull the corner of the back clothes as you like, I will go ahead, and you can follow."

Afterwards, Xing Zhuo hooked He Jimin's half-dried T-shirt from behind, and when He Jimin raised his head, the umbrella leaned forward too much.

At the entrance of the company, Er Jinnan was standing downstairs.

He Jimin stepped aside when he reached the foyer, "Boss Jin, I found him, paid a few hundred yuan to go in, and send it back," He Jimin said with two sneezes, obviously drenched together. Xing Zhuo remained silent throughout the rain.

Jin Nan glanced at Xing Zhuo, "I sent Li Wutong back, what's the matter with you?"

"It's nothing." When Xing Zhuo replied, his eyes were still fixed on He Jimin, and he asked him, "Are you still going up?"

"There's still something to do," He Jimin said, and walked into the company, but a hand was inserted across his chin, and He Jimin stuck it on Xing Zhuo's body.

"Let Jin Nan send it back together," Xing Zhuo said, but he didn't ask He Jimin to answer at all.

After He Jimin got into the car, he sneezed a few more times, and he didn't refuse much. He curled up in the back seat and looked at the roof with his head propped up.

Xing Zhuo likes to play with cars. This extended version of Lincoln is spacious inside. He Jimin changed his shoes and socks when he got in the car, and put a layer of blankets on his body to keep him warm. .

One blocked nose.

Jin Nan drove unexpectedly quietly.

He Jimin was also bored, asked Jinnan for dry cigarettes, and looked at them while smoking.

Then the line of sight went from the roof of the car to the top of Xing Zhuo's head.

into his eyes.

to the peak of his nose.

To the thin lips he was licking now.

"The back is so wet." When He Jimin glanced at the person's back again, he took his feet out of the slippers, tipped Xing Zhuo's body forward, and saw that his entire back was wet. At the bakery, both of them came out after covering themselves up.

But after that, the outstretched foot could not be retracted.

Xing Zhuo was holding He Jimin's ankle behind him, not letting go, just holding it like that.

This caused He Jimin to feel a chill running from his calf all the way up his back. He wanted to draw back, but Xing Zhuo refused.

He Jimin didn't panic, he just threw his legs there, moved his body down, and smoked with his head resting on his head.

The other leg was dangling on the seat, "No, take off the gloves and touch them again, it's very cold."

He Jimin made a suggestion, and Xing Zhuo followed suit.

After the gelatinous feeling disappeared from the calf, what was attached was a firmer skin.

He Jimin was dressed casually, with wide seams in his trousers.

It's easier to get in with a pair of men's hands.

His fingers were still cold, this time He Jimin bent his knees slightly, smoked with his head up, and tried not to look at Xing Zhuo, especially his eyes.

It's just terrible.

He Jimin also discovered that Xing Zhuo had one more problem recently, which was staring at him.

Never talk much, just watch.

Quietly.

quietly.

The cigarette in He Jimin's mouth wrapped around his tongue, and the astringent taste stretched from the root of his tongue to the tip of his tongue. He Jimin had smoked the cigarette many times, but this time it smelled of mint for no reason.

"Your hands are really cold," He Jimin said again.

"Natural," Xing Zhuo said.

He Jimin saw that Xing Zhuo's expression was so normal when he was speaking now, and even began to suspect that Xing Zhuo's hand that was walking up was the same as his.

normal.

He Jimin's body curled up more and more inward, and finally he just tilted his head back and let out a hum.

When the sound came out, He Jimin was tilting his head up and suffering from the itchiness. When he felt that the sound was really not on the stage, He Jimin stared at the car window and blinked, and finally raised his legs, Reaching out for a cigarette, he pointed at the front of his body, "Master Xing, if my things itch,"

"Do you care about it?"

He Jimin didn't have much to sit on, so now he stretched out his hand and scratched his hair, saying seriously, "I'm serious, if your hand goes up again, it will stand up."

After He Jimin finished speaking, he met Xing Zhuo's eyes.

The opponent didn't stop, and no one answered.

The results are obvious.

Branch, edge.

The car also stopped at this time.

Jin Nan got out of the car and only said, "Get out of the car when you're done."

He Jimin hummed, then looked at Xing Zhuo, "Aren't you going down?"

"My car is expensive," Xing Zhuo sat up straight.

"So?" The cigarette in He Jimin's hand burned to the end, and He Jimin threw it on the ground with a smile, "I might not be right when I sprinkle something, at worst, I will give you a car."

As soon as He Jimin finished speaking, he saw Xing Zhuo leaning here, and then He Jimin's legs were put on the other's shoulders by Xing Zhuo.

Xing Zhuo then pointed to his own white striped shirt and said, "No other place is dirty,"

Then he hooked his collar down a little bit, stared into He Jimin's eyes and said,

"Only here."

He Jimin laughed out loud, "You're also a high order."

"Yes," Xing Zhuo said.

"Are you sure you're just staring like this?" He Jimin moved around by himself. Although he never shy away from this matter, it was awkward to face to face and people to people.

I'm afraid that Xing Zhuo will be awkward.

He Jimin relaxed his body, he was about to poke in, but Xing Zhuo stopped him the next second.

Xing Zhuo reached out and pulled off his tie when he heard it.

He Jimin's last gaze was fixed on the Adam's apple where the other party was swallowing up and down.

Then He Jimin's eyes were covered with blackness, and he could even feel his eyelashes brushing upwards.

"Don't look at me," Xing Zhuo said.

He Jimin snorted, "Did you lie to me?"

"Shut up," Xing Zhuo's voice sounded a little dry now.

He Jimin spread his hands behind him, "It wasn't you who was covering me up, how could I get through this? If I didn't look at this thing myself, I wouldn't—"

"Hiss," He Jimin opened his mouth, and when he sensed the source of the touch, he bit the knuckle of his index finger and scolded Xing Zhuo.

"You fucking talk about it too."