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

He Jimin's smile froze on his lips.

"I know how to make quite a lot. If Li Wutong wants to drink, I can do it too." He Jimin touched the warm porcelain bowl when he swept his hand back, and wiped it off before he could pull his hand away.

Even the bowls and porridge were fried on the ground.

He Jimin stared into Xing Zhuo's eyes, neither of them bent down because of the news, but the kitchen door was about to be knocked by Jin Nan outside.

"It's not what you are doing in there?!"

"Speak well if you have something to say, as the old saying goes, all people who come from afar are guests, Mr. Xing! Did you hear that, Mr. Xing!"

"Don't scare the kids!"

"I mean me! I'm still a fucking baby! Speak up or I'll call the police!"

He Jimin smiled at Xing Zhuo when he heard Jin Nan screaming outside, "Why don't you go out and say—"

When He Jimin's words reached here, he lightened his body, and Xing Zhuo dragged his buttocks onto the stage. He Jimin subconsciously felt bad, and put his hands on Xing Zhuo's shoulders, trying to support him and say a few words to him, but Xing Zhuo Zhuo didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

He Jimin's focus was forced to turn backwards, and he felt unreal for a moment just looking at Xing Zhuo now.

It was like a flake of snow falling on his forehead, coming in from the window now.

Turning into a puddle of water is just the blink of an eye.

The hair on He Jimin's forehead was messed up by Xing Zhuo, and now even the puddle of water just now had evaporated among them.

"You don't want to be here—" He Jimin was supported by the neck, without much struggle, the hand that was placed on Xing Zhuo's shoulder just now turned into a hug, touching the green dregs on the back of Xing Zhuo's head, instinctively want to smoke.

After that, he seriously thought about two questions.

Not bad here.

It's not impossible to be Xing Zhuo.

These are currently not within the scope of He Jimin's consideration.

He lowered his head slightly, rubbed his thumbs against the corners of Xing Zhuo's eyes, and said softly, "Why are you crying?"

Xing Zhuo stopped his hands, and when he looked up again, what He Jimin saw was an empty space.

"You go out," Xing Zhuo bowed his head to the side.

He Jimin propped his hands up and sat up from the table, but he didn't move. He reached out his hand towards Xing Zhuo, saw that he didn't respond, and tapped his foot on the ground, only to find that Xing Zhuo's foot was pulled to the hole by the shards of the soup bowl.

He Jimin squatted down by himself, cleaned up the debris first, and then said to Xing Zhuo, "Sit up."

"You open the door now," Xing Zhuo said, "let Jinnan come in."

"Just let him come in and see you like this?" He Jimin stood up to the other side, hooked the other side's waist and pulled towards him, "Why don't you deal with this thing first?"

Xing Zhuo stretched out his hand to push him away, "Don't mess around."

"You want to come in, but now you have added your own guns, and let the target go." He Jimin helped Xing Zhuo with one hand and smiled at him, "Stand still, I will try my best to come in in Jinnan Finished before."

To be honest, He Jimin never did this.

So he was unskilled, and when he lowered his head, Xing Zhuo called to stop.

"I don't need you to do this," Xing Zhuo stretched out his hand, "You shouldn't do this."

He Jimin looked at Xing Yao talking and talking, and knelt down to help him look at the injury on his foot, "I'm just an ordinary person, what can I do or can't do in this matter, you still don't like it—"

"No," Xing Zhuo interrupted.

"It's not what?" He Jimin asked with his hands on his face.

"Although I drank alcohol at the time, it was true—" Xing Zhuo had a pause here.

He Jimin squatted at Xing Zhuo's feet and listened to Xing Zhuo's interruption, so he raised his face to ask why he didn't speak, but his face was sprinkled with warmth.

"It's quite thick," He Jimin asked, "I usually don't do this myself?"

Xing Zhuo on the opposite side was stunned, he couldn't see He Jimin's face now.

"Fuck, don't laugh," Xing Zhuo turned his head and began to sweat from the back, "After all, I was sorry for you before."

He Jimin walked to the edge of the clear water pool to wash his face, and took the time to ask, "When will you be sorry for me?"

"The last time I drank, I fucked you," Xing Zhuo raised his hand to his face, "I owe you."

He Jimin stopped patting water on his face, this matter——

Damn remember?

And he still took it seriously in his heart, it was those eyes that He Jimin bumped into just now when he turned his head.

No last word was said.

Then he looked down, blinked, and said, "Ah, it's up again."

After all, Xing Zhuo was young. When He Jimin followed Xing Zhuo out of the kitchen, Jin Nan couldn't sit still outside.

"You two are going to kill me, just now I heard something fell inside?" Jin Nan looked at the two of them until he saw the blood on Xing Zhuo's feet.

"Do you have a home medicine kit?" He Jimin asked Xing Zhuo to take off his shoes and sit on the sofa. Just now, he just packed a pack in the kitchen. Just now, Xing Zhuo had only walked a short distance when the wound on his foot opened.

Xing Zhuo didn't say a word when he sat down, but Jin Nan was busy upstairs and downstairs looking for the medicine box.

The medicine box is more complete than ordinary people. He Jimin glanced at it, and there are even suture kits commonly used in clinical practice.

"You need stitches." He Jimin looked at it for a while, the wound was deep and long, "Jin Nan, take him to the hospital."

"You have been a doctor before, right?" Xing Zhuo looked up at him, "Do you know how?"

He Jimin always felt that Xing Zhuo was very concerned about whether he was Li Wutong, so he said lightly, "I have done it, but I am not proficient at this level."

He Jimin smiled, "It's raw."

"That's not right," Jin Nan clutched his waist and tried to sit up straight, "I remember hearing Hou Fangyuan say that you can even do surgery?" Jin Nan said after a while, "You said the same thing. , it's getting late, then I'll pack up and take him there."

"After tossing all morning, if Director He has something to do, he should leave quickly," Jin Nan said by himself, pushing He Jimin's arm away.

"I'm not going to the hospital," Xing Zhuo stood up by himself, and said to He Jimin, "I'll see you off."

"Don't move yet," He Jimin frowned, watching the blood that had just been stopped on Xing Zhuo's feet ooze out along the wound, and instinctively moved Xing Zhuo who had stood up to the sofa, "You now Can't stand upright."

But Xing Zhuo didn't listen, he stretched out his hand to block He Jimin's hand, stood up and was about to put on his coat, "I'll see you off."

He Jimin couldn't hold back seeing Xing Zhuo.

The blood marks on his feet went from inside to outside, and when Xing Zhuo came out, He Jimin saw that he had an extra umbrella in his hand.

"It's snowing outside." Xing Zhuo wanted to go out quickly with He Jimin, holding an umbrella in his hand, and said lightly, "It's getting old now."

He Jimin had already reached the door, and the cold wind outside made He Jimin quite sober, "Follow me, I'll take you to the hospital."

Xing Zhuo on the opposite side didn't agree, but still replied, "I won't go to the hospital."

He Jimin put his feet back into the room at last, sighed, and leaned against the umbrella that he had already taken.

At the door, he took off his coat and closed the door, pushing Xing Zhuo back.

"Pour me a glass of water," He Jimin thanked Jin Nan.

He Jimin pushed Xing Zhuo onto the sofa, and sat next to him. He grabbed Xing Zhuo's leg and propped it on his knee. After He Jimin put on the gloves, he took the scissors from the sewing bag, and glued the surrounding area together. The excess impurities on the top were picked out, and after a simple cleaning, the needle holder was disinfected with alcohol, "Your wound is special, although you can't see it normally, but try not to leave a scar on you."

"Keep it," Xing Zhuo said.

He Jimin raised his head and frowned, "Why keep this?"

Xing Zhuo didn't answer, and said to himself, "Sew a scar that can leave a scar, the clearer the better."

Listening to Xing Zhuo's request, He Jimin lowered his head again, "There is no anesthesia here, bear with it."

Xing Zhuo hummed.

The wound didn't need so many stitches at first, but because Xing Zhuo walked around the room just now, the wound was torn a second time, so this time He Jimin needed seven or eight stitches in a row.

At the beginning, He Jimin exerted strength in his hands, and by the way called Jin Nan, who was standing beside him, to come over too, "Press down first to prevent him from moving around later."

Jin Nan stood up obediently, but didn't put his hands on Xing Zhuo's body, and said, "If Xing Zhuo can't bear it, I will support it."

While sewing, He Jimin's pressure on Xing Zhuo became weaker and weaker. Finally, when he found that Xing Zhuo hadn't moved, he withdrew his strength.

When He Jimin cut the thread, he looked up and saw Xing Zhuo staring at him.

He Jimin lowered his head again, took out the gauze from the suture bag, and wrapped it around Xing Zhuo's feet, "It must be hurting right now, take some painkillers, and don't run around if you have nothing to do these days." , it will take at least half a month for this hole to heal, you know?"

When He Jimin fastened the last button, he heard that Xing Zhuo hadn't agreed, so he looked up into his eyes and asked again, "Do you understand?"

Xing Zhuo nodded.

The heating in the room made He Jimin sweat a little now, and when he let go, he said to Jin Nan, "Look at him recently, if you have any questions, you can call me."

He Jimin was looking at his hands at this time, and found that it was almost eleven o'clock, so he took the umbrella by the door and went out early.

I said don't send it away.

After waiting for He Jimin to leave, Jin Nan relaxed. When he turned around and went to see Xing Zhuo again, he found that he was staring at the door in a daze.

Jin Nan sat next to Xing Zhuo by himself, and poked his arm, "Master Xing, can you calm down for a while?"

"Even if Li Wutong is He Jimin, can't you use some normal means?" Jin Nan touched the cigarette, "Based on your company's current actions, it is really easy to be misunderstood by He Jimin and chase after the He family. You are too targeted for the holding company's shareholding."

"He needs to use it right away," Xing Zhuo reached out to touch the cigarette from the case, "He should be almost ready now, He Guoqi is not in good health recently, if He Jimin's final company vote changes, I can help. "

Jin Nan looked at Xing Zhuo and shook his head, "Then you are really crazy, if He Jimin becomes the master, you are not afraid to directly turn you into the army?"

"Can you see it?" Xing Zhuo said suddenly.

"Ah?" Jin Nan smoked uncomfortably, "What do you see?"

"He Jimin is angry," Xing Zhuo bit his cigarette and looked at the soles of his feet.

And talking to himself,

"Because you care about me."