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

Xing Zhuo was wearing anesthesia, and his whole body was now pressing down on He Jimin.

It was only when he put it on his shoulders that he realized that the man's stature was not short, and his slight breath brushed past He Jimin's ears, causing goose bumps on half of his body.

He just carried the man along the corner of the wall, and finally threw the man onto the co-pilot.

Before coming, he asked Wen En to keep the car in advance and park it in the blind spot of monitoring.

After getting in the car, He Jimin searched for a few drawers at the front of the car. After finding that there was no chewing gum, he sighed softly, then turned around and briefly touched the people around him twice. When he found that the physical signs were stable, he stepped on the gas pedal. He ran directly to He Jimin's own house.

Another thing that makes him miraculous is that he can clearly remember everything about the original owner.

What He Jimin rented was a two-story apartment in Province B. After all, his family was well-off, so the location of the house he rented was not bad, and it was only a ten-minute drive from the city hospital.

But He Jimin still had a bit of difficulty supporting an adult who was basically completely unconscious.

Xing Zhuo's face was always facing down, and He Jimin didn't have any extra hands to help. For him, this person was indeed beyond his tolerance.

In the end, He Jimin opened the door of his own house, put the person on the sofa, and lay down on the sofa himself.

It's just that he didn't rest for a long time, and he started to turn over, because after all, Xing Zhuo's condition is not good now. He Jimin turned him over first. He had the impression that Xing Zhuo was born with hearing loss. Originally, after this incident He didn't keep his eyes either, so He Jimin didn't take much rest, so he turned the person over and wanted to check the person's eyes first.

However, in the process of turning it over, he discovered that the curvature of the opponent's nose is very beautiful.

It may be the instinctive perception of a doctor.

As soon as the straight nose and thin lips came out, he knew that this person should not be difficult to see. Before, he used to look at people in the dark, but the outline was good, but now he looked at the details, and it was even more annoying, so he waited for He Jimin When he turned his face with his hands lightly resting on the opponent's head, he could see the whole face.

The broken hair that was originally scattered on the face slid down the skin on both sides, and He Jimin stared at that face in a daze for a moment.

The main reason is that he didn't expect Xing Zhuo to be so young.

When I was reading the novel at that time, the book didn't describe Xing Zhuo's age and appearance too much, it was more about his means.

So He Jimin has always thought that the image is at least a middle-aged man.

But now it seems that, except for the aggressive face, he is full of youth.

Especially the eyelashes, crossed up and down to cover the eyes, reminded He Jimin of Amber that night.

He Jimin went to boil hot water, pulled the towel from the bathroom, and began to disinfect Xing Zhuo's face first. The emergency medicines and side cutters at the original owner's house were all counted as hands. Xing Zhuo's eyes were cut by blunt objects. Now It was already bleeding and purulent, and the left eye was already showing signs of infection, so He Jimin was also very careful in handling it.

Xing Zhuo didn't wake up during the whole process, and He Jimin reckoned that someone had given anesthesia to his head. Now that the medicine was on his head, he couldn't wake up for a while, which saved a lot of trouble in dealing with the wound.

After the whole set was done, He Jimin's back was wet again and again, and when he got up rubbing his numb knees, he realized that he forgot to turn on the air conditioner.

In the end, he tried to wipe Xing Zhuo's whole body with the remaining hot water. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, bent slightly, and began to go down his neck.

Waiting for He Jimin to unbutton the opponent's shirt, he was taken aback again.

The muscles are also well trained.

He Jimin goes to the gym quite frequently, but the lines are not satisfactory. Today, after seeing Xing Zhuo's body, he actually thought about waiting for someone to wake up and ask about his training experience if he had the opportunity.

So thinking this way, He Jimin naturally followed the row of uneven skin.

Until you feel that the other party is beginning to respond.

This reaction was very small, just moving his fingers, He Jimin naturally didn't take it to heart, his hand continued to move down the nice-colored and square-shaped muscle.

Then what happened in an instant made him unprepared. His hand was suddenly grabbed, and then the joints of his arms were forced to fold inward. In order to avoid the pain, his body instinctively began to lean down, and then He Jimin's neck There is also a pair of hands on the top.

This set of movements was smooth and swift, and He Jimin didn't respond at all.

Now Xing Zhuo is pressing on the sofa in an extremely passive posture.

He Jimin's breathing tightened, and he even began to use his strength to resist regardless of the opponent's eye injury.

Because Xing Zhuo made a dead hand.

And didn't plan to leave room for it.

He Jimin's breathing was forced to tighten, and the muscles he admired just now were tensing up.

But the corners of He Jimin's mouth couldn't help but curl up, and the stimulation brought to him by the feeling of dying made him start to breathe harder.

"Who?" Xing Zhuo's voice was still hoarse, as if he was holding sand in his mouth, and the air flowing around was circling in his throat.

But He Jimin actually felt that his voice was not bad.

He didn't know when Xing Zhuo began to regain consciousness, but this level of explosive power and precise control of the muscles of the whole body made He Jimin gradually excited.

Although he didn't think Xing Zhuo's way of self-protection was a bit excessive, but he felt more and more that Xing Zhuo was the most valuable wooing object.

And keep it as a hole card.

So He Jimin didn't intend to tell Xing Zhuo who he was. After all, his image with him was not very good. Let him owe this kind of favor first, and wait until he needs it in the future, and then it won't be too late.

Having made up his mind, He Jimin cleared his throat, deliberately changed his voice, and deliberately weakened it.

"I have no malicious intentions," He Jimin restrained his aggressiveness and explained.

"Who?" But Xing Zhuo on the opposite side was still repeating this question.

It was only at this time that He Jimin realized that the other party might not be able to hear him now.

Or can't hear clearly.

In addition, it is still difficult for Xing Zhuo to open his eyes now, basically the whole person is trapped in a kind of prison.

Caution may be his instinct.

He Jimin didn't move at all, intending to keep his body silent to show that he didn't mean anything malicious.

Xing Zhuo's breathing gradually stabilized, and he began to tilt his head slightly, as if he wanted to be more aware.

At this time, He Jimin reached out and tapped the corner of his eye lightly, indicating that his eyes were injured. Although he knew that talking now was useless, he joined his index finger and middle finger together, leading Xing Zhuo to put his hand on his Adam's apple, and then said, "You Eye," he said slowly, "is hurt."

Let Xing Zhuo know that he was talking, and then stopped moving.

He is waiting.

Waiting for my sincerity to be used by Xing Zhuo.

Half a minute later, Xing Zhuo on He Jimin's body retreated.

He Jimin was also able to get up, rubbed his red wrist, and asked tentatively, "Can you hear me?"

Xing Zhuo first tilted his head to feel it, and then opened his mouth, "Speak louder." After he finished speaking, he supported himself and slowly moved towards He Jimin.

This also confirmed He Jimin's previous thoughts.

Xing Zhuo is not completely deaf, he can still hear.

After a while, Xing Zhuo approached He Jimin again. Seeing the gradually shortening distance, He Jimin wanted to back up until his back rested on the soft sofa back.

The distance between him and Xing Zhuo was simply compressed by the other party.

Finally, his lips touched the other's ear, and then he heard Xing Zhuo say in a sandy voice, "What's your name?"

He Jimin thought for a while, then stepped back a little before saying, "Li Wutong."

"Sycamore."

He Jimin repeated again, "Li Wutong."

This time the other party moved his ears, like a child who just learned to speak, followed him word by word, "Li Wutong."

After all, it is He Jimin who is getting along with Xing Zhuo now, and Li Wutong, who has never experienced some things, will not know at all. By borrowing a name, if the situation changes in the future, he can blame him. For the sake of kindness, you have to keep some secrets that only two people know.

He Jimin shrugged his shoulders, it didn't matter, he was pushed into a corner by Xing Zhuo now, he had no way to retreat, so he could only lean forward and say, "What's your name?" He spoke very slowly, and he was also slowly guiding, "I'll take you home." He Jimin tried his best to show his kindness, and his movements were extremely gentle, and he even gently put his hand on the other person's head.

This is a friendly gesture, and He Jimin tried his best to calm down the restless Xing Zhuo.

"How long will it take for my eyes to heal?" Xing Zhuo reached out to put his glasses on, but was stopped by He Jimin in the middle, because considering that Xing Zhuo's hearing is not convenient now, he wanted to move forward, but it happened that the other party also Wanting to hear what He Jimin said, he subconsciously turned his head towards the source of the voice.

As a result, the lips of the two people rubbed against each other.

This action sparked a spark in He Jimin's heart, and then he subconsciously turned backwards. As a result, the back of his head hit the sofa. Then, with a flick, the reaction force of his head went back, and the foreheads of the two of them collided unexpectedly again.

And at this moment, He Jimin felt that the padding between his legs felt heavy, and when he lowered his head, he realized that the other party's pants had been rubbed off, and the stuff fell out majestically.

The ingredients in the anesthetic were impure, and it was an instinctive reaction brought about by Xing Zhuo's uncontrollable stimulation after he just woke up.

He Jimin looked at the thing, and unconsciously pried the dry skin on his mouth with the tip of his tongue, then turned his face slightly, and pointed to it with his two fingers just now to remind the other party, "Can you please step back?" ,"

"It's against me."

作者有话要说感谢在2020111718:14:19~2020111821:49:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels Dong Yimian, Ugly Bunny, and Fubi who threw the landmines;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!