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

"He taught you? He can teach you—" He Jimin became dumb halfway through speaking, and he reached out to touch the corner of his mouth.

Wen En looked at it for a while and said, "Then I'll take him to the next door first, and if you're done with your work, you can also rest early."

After Wen En finished speaking, he took He Zhuo's hand, intending to lead him in, but halfway through the tugging, he found that Director He hadn't let go.

"He Dong?" Wen En tried to call out, "Do you have anything else to do?"

He Jimin just let go and said it's okay.

The result was that He Jimin spent the whole night at his desk, and when he got up early in the morning, He Zhuo sat on the sofa not far away by himself, holding his little cheek and saying, "Wake up."

He Jimin wrapped his arms around his shoulders, washed his face with cold water, arranged for Wen En to contact He Zhuo's lawyer, and then led the child back.

"Then where are you going now?" Wen En sent He Jimin into the car.

He Jimin turned to help He Zhuo fasten his seat belt, and said, "Go and find Jiang Xiaofei."

He Jimin was driving slowly on the road, turned his head and looked at He Zhuo and fell asleep in the passenger seat for a while, and when he got downstairs, he waited for He Zhuo to wake up before he started talking, "I'll go and wash my face when I go upstairs later. .”

He Zhuo listened and nodded.

He Jimin swiped his card to go in, and saw that Jiang Xiaofei had gone out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and saw He Jimin quickly took another step into the bathroom, and leaned on the door frame, showing half of his body, she whispered, "Has He Zhuo come back? I thought he was angry with me and didn't come back all night," Jiang Xiaofei said with the back of his hand on his hot face, "Can you take him upstairs first, my clothes are in the In the room, I didn't expect you to come back so soon."

He Jimin didn't glance at Jiang Xiaofei, but asked her, "Can you cook?"

Jiang Xiaofei let out an "ah".

"A little bit," Jiang Xiaofei tucked his hair back, "What's wrong?"

"I'm going to go out later. If you have nothing to do, make a hot meal. I'll leave after eating." He Jimin turned his head and smiled at Jiang Xiaofei, "Is that okay?"

Jiang Xiaofei saw He Jimin's crooked eyes, straightened his body slightly and took a deep breath, and said, "Okay, okay."

He walked upstairs with his hands covered, and when he came down again, he changed into a refreshing homely beige sweater with a wider neckline, which was hooked by the collarbone at both ends. Jiang Xiaofei went into the kitchen by himself, "You Everything is complete."

He Jimin went to his private bathroom on the second floor by himself, took a shower, and cleaned it up. When he went downstairs again, Jiang Xiaofei had already started to take out the sand pot for cooking porridge. "Yeah." After shouting, he looked up at He Jimin.

He Jimin didn't look there, just hugged He Zhuo and sat on the table, "You eat first."

"Help him change to a small bowl, if he can't eat it, it will be wasted," He Jimin instructed Jiang Xiaofei, standing a little further away.

Jiang Xiaofei calmed down a little on the other side, and then changed a small bowl for He Zhuo.

"The child is too young to eat too hot food. The milk in the morning has to be paid separately. The porridge will keep him cold. Someone will come to put fresh milk in the morning. You can go to the door and have a look. If there is any, just heat it on a low heat. Warm it in the little green dinosaur thermos he usually uses." He Jimin pointed at the door, "The time should come."

"It's cold outside," Jiang Xiaofei said emotionally, "It rained last night, I'm afraid of the cold."

"It's because you don't want to go, right?" He Jimin turned his head at this moment and looked at Jiang Xiaofei.

Jiang Xiaofei lowered his head and squeezed his hands, staring at his toes, "It's not impossible—"

"He Zhuo is hungry now," He Jimin went over to watch the children drinking the porridge, and felt helpless at Jiang Xiaofei, "The porridge is almost bottoming out."

Jiang Xiaofei reluctantly walked towards the door, and sat opposite the dining table when he came back.

He Jimin also sat down, and suddenly smiled at Jiang Xiaofei, "The day after tomorrow is our dad's birthday, so you can bring something with you when you go back."

Jiang Xiaofei on the opposite side raised his head suddenly when he heard the inexplicably close words, his eyes lit up, "You mean... our dad?"

"Isn't it right?" He Jimin supported his chin, stirred the greasy rice in the bowl with a spoon, and then crushed it with the tip of a white porcelain spoon, "Sooner or later."

All the unhappiness on Jiang Xiaofei's face just now gave way to the smile at the corner of his mouth, "I'll take care of this matter, I can more or less guess what Uncle He means," Jiang Xiaofei tried his best to smile.

"I'm full," He Zhuo wiped his mouth, stared at He Jimin's eyes, and wanted to speak, but looked at Witch Jiang who was laughing on the opposite side, and he waited and didn't say anything.

When he was going out, He Jimin found that He Zhuo had been looking at his face since he was eating. When He Jimin looked sideways at the car starting the car, He Jimin asked He Zhuo next to him, "Is there something wrong with my face?" something?"

"Laugh," said He Zhuo, stretching out his two small hands and tugging at the corners of He Jimin's mouth, "It feels weird."

He Jimin asked him, "What's wrong?"

He Zhuo shook his head and said that he didn't know.

He Jimin asked, "If you were to find someone to play with you now, who would you be looking for?"

"Uncle Xing and Uncle Jin!" He Zhuo almost didn't have to think, and just jumped out happily.

"Don't you blame me for not protecting you well last time?" He Jimin asked.

"Not counting, because grandma brought too many people when she came, and Uncle Jin was also very nervous about me!" He Zhuosheng was afraid that He Jimin would not believe him, so he began to list what his Uncle Jin, Uncle He Xing told him. stories, bought him toys, and finally said, "They won't hit me,"

"They'll protect me too."

He Jimin originally wanted to tease He Zhuo, fearing that what happened last time would cause him to misunderstand Jin Nan, but he didn't expect that children nowadays are more transparent than adults.

He Jimin turned around and called Jin Nan first.

Jin Nan probably hasn't gotten up yet, and his voice is still in a daze, "Who are you?"

Before He Jimin opened his mouth, he heard a voice next to him telling Jin Nan to shut up.

Then Jinnan began to scold dirty words, "Fuck, it hurts, hurts, pull it out gently!"

"Hold on," the voice continued.

"Can't you just look at the bruises on my body before you decide whether to use your strength or not?! Fuck! You fucking——" The voice became muffled from the noise, and now it sounded like the phone was covering the quilt.

He Jimin didn't speak, it was he who was listening to the voice that had been talking on Jinnan's side.

Rather than saying that she looks like Xing Zhuo, it is better to say that she is Xing Zhuo.

"Don't tell me I'm dead," Jinnan's voice became louder again, "I'm going to die of pain."

"He Jimin," the voice suddenly changed before He Jimin was on guard.

"It's me," He Jimin waited for the red light, digging his fingernails on the leather wrapped around the steering wheel, and finally grabbed a thin strip and pulled it down, "I have to trouble you again," said He Ji Seeing that He Zhuo was looking at her with round eyes, she said, "Miss Jiang is staying with me recently, so I have to ask Jin Nan to help me look after the children for a few days."

"Jiang Xiaofei is with you now?" Xing Zhuo asked.

"Yes." He Jimin said.

“啊啊啊啊啊，操，疼啊啊啊啊啊啊，妈的，邢濯你没心啊啊啊，操，老子皮都没了！”津南在叫。

"How long will you stay?" Xing Zhuo asked.

"It's hard to say," He Jimin had an expectation in his heart, but if he said it, it would easily reveal his later purpose, so he made a vague sentence.

"I'm gone," Jin Nan yelled, unable to yell out.

During the phone call on the road, He Jimin just wanted to make sure that Jin Nan was indeed still there, and that the child was safe.

They are all residences in prime locations in the urban area, and it doesn't take much time to find them.

When He Jimin led the children to knock on the door, it was Xing Zhuo who opened the door.

He Jimin waited for He Zhuo to jump up, but this time the child grabbed his pants and kept rubbing against He Jimin's back.

He Jimin knelt down and asked him, "Why are you unhappy seeing you, Uncle Xing?"

"Not unhappy." He Zhuo looked at Uncle Xing and then Uncle He, then reached out and covered He Jimin's face for a while, "It's because I saw that you were a little unhappy."

"Just when I was on the phone," He Zhuo fell into He Jimin's arms, "I was afraid that I also liked Uncle Xing, which would make you unhappy."

He Jimin stared carefully at He Zhuo's eyes. Just now, he was inexplicably gouged out, thinking that a child had stretched out his hand and gouged it out.

The emotions neglected by oneself can be found here in He Zhuo.

But being caught by a child, He Jimin couldn't hold back his face, so he went over laughing, "This is a mess, if no one teaches you, then you will become a genius yourself."

"Yes, yes," He Zhuo just raised his arm when Xing Zhuo stretched out his hand and pulled it back.

Then He Zhuo felt that his ass was being dragged, so he hugged Uncle Xing's neck.

"Let's go in and talk," Xing Zhuo carried He Zhuo into the room.

"You basically have a lot less stress response now," He Jimin followed the people inside, and saw Jin Nan lying on the sofa, with deep purple solid circles all over his body.

"You're a fucking murderer," Jin Nan didn't even have the strength to look up at the person, and his arms were dangling on both sides of the sofa. Seeing that it was He Jimin, his face changed, and he asked, "Why are you still here?" ?”

"Come to see the child off," He Jimin said truthfully, "Do you not close the windows this day?"

"Let's smell the smoke," Jin Nan got up, "You have finished delivering the child, don't you have more companies in your hand now, if you are busy, you can go, this time the child will help you look after it."

"Recently, I have contacted the children to go to school again. Let's put the school status here first." He Jimin looked at He Zhuo lying on his stomach next to Xing Yao and smiled. Big problem."

"You really want to help someone else raise their son," Jin Nan said, moving towards He Jimin, but when He Jimin told his son, it was over, "Hurry up and go."

"Have you eaten yet?" Xing Zhuo asked He Zhuo while sitting on the sofa.

"I ate it, but Uncle He didn't," He Zhuo told the truth.

"Jinnan," Xing Zhuo called out.

"Ah?" Jin Nan supported his waist and walked towards the other side of the wall, "Don't—"

"Let He Jimin eat something hot before leaving," Xing Zhuo sent the child upstairs.

"Xing Zhuo, are you human after all? When you pull out these jars on my back, you didn't follow the standard that I can go to the ground after pulling out, right? You let me cook now, you might as well let me die! "Jin Nan's words were exaggerated, "Anyway, if you don't do it, it's better to let Director He go out and eat at a stall to make you feel more comfortable eating what I cook."

He Jimin saw that Jin Nan was winking at him now, and his body was still pushing him out, so he said, "Why don't I do it."

"I do."

While He Jimin was speaking, Xing Zhuo also spoke.

The words of the two people collided in the middle, and the content was highly overlapping.

Jin Nan once thought he heard it wrong, "You do it?!"

"I have nothing to do in the morning, and I don't care if the child is taken care of by you. It's fine to cook a meal," He Jimin said, groping into the kitchen by himself, and took off the gray plaid apron hanging on the wall. Just go into the kitchen.

Jin Nan dragged his waist and sat on the side, and the pain would be excruciating if he moved. As soon as he sat down, he frantically used his mobile phone to send text messages to He Jimin.

- I'll say it again, you go now.

- Master Xing is outside and I can't speak.

-Walk.

- Hurry up and go!

He Jimin only replied one sentence.

- why?

There was no movement there.

There is a window in Jinnan's kitchen that leads directly to the outside. Now when He Jimin accidentally looked up, he found that there was a layer of white floating on it.

When He Jimin went to the window to look, he found that it was snowing.

He Jimin was fascinated, and when he turned around again, someone blocked his back.

"Master Xing is still very diligent." He Jimin was used to making porridge for breakfast, and when he was done, he put it in Xing Zhuo's hand. When He Jimin raised his head, Xing Zhuo pressed it down.

He Jimin took a step back, holding the washstand behind him with his hand, and forced his chin to rest on Xing Zhuo's shoulder. He felt that something was obviously wrong under the other party, so he smiled and blew into Xing Zhuo's ear, " Things are so energetic in the morning?"

"I advise you not to talk now," Xing Zhuo's chest heaved and fell, and he just stood close to the person.

Even if he was pushed to the side by Xing Zhuo and his fingers were wet with water, He Jimin had to add, "Jin Nan is outside, can you still eat me?"

As soon as He Jimin finished speaking, he was pressed forward by the other party, leaned closer and asked, "Do you know how to make this kind of porridge?"

"Li Wutong."