Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Zhuo was sitting on the sofa at the lobby reception on the first floor, playing a game with the mouse.

According to the experience of being thrown out last time, it was impossible for Jiang Luyan to let him go up easily, but it didn't matter, he was guarding the door, and sooner or later he would see someone.

It's miserable to think about it. You have to deal with one at night and the other during the day. One-on-two. This kind of experience is really tense and exciting.

The mouse suddenly fucked and roared, "Boss, I was dragged to death by you!"

Fang Zhuo came back to his senses and looked, no, the two villains on the screen vomited blood and died.

Mouse gritted his teeth, "Come again, this time you should concentrate."

Fang Zhuo rolled up his sleeves, with an expression on his face that he wanted to make a big deal, "Go ahead."

"Mr. Chen." A female voice sounded from behind his head, "Our president invites you to go up."

Fang Zhuo shook his fingers and committed suicide. He quickly exited the game and asked uncertainly, "Mr. Jiang?"

The female secretary smiled, "Yes, please follow me, Mr. Chen."

Fang Zhuo stood up and stretched his clothes, and winked at the mouse, who hurriedly picked up his mobile phone and followed closely.

The elevator in the lobby is somewhat different from the one in the parking lot at the back. It is more spacious, and the glass is polished, so you can clearly see the hurrying office workers below.

The female secretary looked straight ahead calmly, curious to death about the young man next to her.

The fact that Jiang Luyan is not close to women is known throughout the company. Everyone has guessed that he may like men, but they have never seen him get close to any man.

Right now, this is the first man who came to the door and was personally told by Mr. Jiang that he wants to be alone.

Seeing that there were still six floors to go, the female secretary struggled for a while, and finally couldn't help asking, "Mr. Chen is friends with our president, right?"

Fang Zhuo's eyebrows were tightened, and he thought for a few seconds before saying, "That's right."

Yes is yes, no is no, this ambiguous answer is tricky when you hear it.

The fire of gossip in the female secretary's heart was blazing, "You are still the first guest who let Mr. Jiang spare time to spend alone."

There was originally scheduled to have a meeting in 10 minutes. According to their President Jiang's "No one is allowed to disturb within half an hour", the meeting must be automatically postponed.

This at least means that the young man in front of him is more important than work.

Fang Zhuo looked at the female secretary who was looking forward to his reply, and his doubts became more and more serious. The treatment this time was much different from the last time, "If something abnormal happens, there must be a demon."

233 agreed, "Take one step at a time."

That's the only way to do it.

Fang Zhuo raised his eyes and found that the elevator had reached the sixteenth floor.

The female secretary led the two of them outside the president's office, knocked on the door three times, "Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Luyan put down the coffee cup, "Come in."

Then I saw the female secretary push open the door and let two young men come in sideways.

Jiang Luyan closed the folder and crossed his hands on it, "Mr. Chen, I have something I want to talk to you alone."

The words were spoken by Fang Zhuo, but his eyes fell on the mouse.

The man's expression was calm and his eyes were indifferent, but the mouse just shivered from being stared at.Without waiting for the boss to speak, he exited swiftly and thoughtfully closed the door for the two of them.

The female secretary sat in her seat and tapped the keyboard quickly with her fingers to report the development of the incident.

The mouse stood by the desk, glanced at the computer screen, it was reflective, and couldn't see anything.

He curled his lips and pricked up his ears to listen to the movement inside.

Nothing happened inside.

Fang Zhuo stood there wondering Jiang Luyan's motives, while Jiang Luyan stared at him quietly, without any words or movements, sitting upright like a statue.

The two faced each other in silence, like an invisible tug of war.

The drumbeat in his heart was getting faster and faster, Fang Zhuo was really worried, if he was stared at like this, would there be two more holes on his face.

He quietly asked the system, "Could it be that the pervert still retains the memory of last night after returning to the flesh? Ask me to come up to catch up on the past?"

233 said, "Not like."

It's really not like, the pervert didn't kiss and hug him every time he saw him, yes, he was still moving around on him last night, and he didn't know how long he was going to leave.

Fang Zhuo suddenly felt like a little lover who had been taken care of. Every night, the two of them rolled around together, and in the daytime, the other party lifted his pants and refused to recognize anyone.

He didn't know how long he had been standing, his legs were a little stiff, he cleared his throat, walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up a financial magazine and read it.

When he saw Jiang Luyan's exclusive interview, Fang Zhuo was finally willing to break the silence, "Mr. Jiang's photo is so handsome."

In the direction of the desk, there was finally a rustling sound.

Jiang Luyan strode over and sat down opposite Fang Zhuo.

He leaned back on the sofa, crossed his long legs, and spoke calmly, which was naturally different from the fierce tone before.

Jiang Luyan, "If Mr. Chen doesn't come today, I will take the initiative to visit tomorrow."

Fang Zhuo frowned imperceptibly, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears.

"I don't quite understand Mr. Jiang's meaning. Did you come to me because of some problem?"

"I think Mr. Chen should know better than I do." Jiang Luyan's expression became colder, he lowered his legs, and leaned forward, "What did you do to me?"

Fang Zhuo froze on the sofa, his mind blank.

Shouldn't he be the one to ask this question?The soul that he can't manage well, is released every night to act as a domineering, and he hasn't settled the score with him yet.

"Mr. Jiang, I think you should ask yourself what you did to me."

After asking, I was worried that my expression would collapse, so I quickly asked the system, "Am I acting calm enough? Do I have the style of a master?"

233 said, "Yes." By the way, he gave a screenshot.

Fang Zhuo, "..." In the screenshot, his face was so stiff that it was almost distorted, he was really a little crazy.

He looked across, the boss was the boss, and he was not frightened by his ferocious expression.

Jiang Luyan's brows were calm, and a subtle light flashed in his eyes. He pulled his lips and chuckled, "I don't care what you did to me, it's best to stop immediately."

You said a riddle, and I said a riddle, which caused Fang Zhuo a headache, "Mr. Jiang, I really didn't do anything to you, why don't you tell the problem first, and I will analyze it for you?"

Jiang Luyan's expression sank, and then he didn't know what to think of, and his face was a little unnatural.

Fang Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, tsk, our President Jiang's ears are red.

He grinned, and when he looked at it this way, he suddenly felt that the person sitting opposite him was not a cold-faced boss, but a young man from Huaichun.

"First of all, I really didn't do anything to you. Secondly, I told you that you would look for me because I knew..."

Fang Zhuo paused, worried that the wall had ears, so he raised his buttocks and sat next to the man, "I know you have the problem of leaving the soul."

The blush on Jiang Luyan's ears quickly faded, and he stared at the young man in front of him.

Lihun's problem started in the second year after he returned to Jiang's house. He would be irritable at night, and he was completely different from daytime. At first, the old grandmother of Jiang's family thought it was just a child throwing a temper tantrum, until one day , The family invited a warlock to look at Feng Shui.

Before leaving, the warlock suddenly turned his attention to him. First, the rich and powerful said something, and then there was a magical turning point at the end. In two or three simple sentences, they all hit the point.Only then did the grandmother in charge of the Jiang family know that the great-grandson was not short-tempered, but a departed soul.

Jiang Luyan's Lihun is not the same as others.

Ordinary souls leave the body, if you don't call the soul, you won't get it back by yourself.Jiang Luyan is different, the earth soul will stay in the body during the day, and only go out for a walk at night.

In order to cure his illness, the old grandmother recruited many capable people and strangers, but to no avail.

Jiang Luyan turned his head sideways, looking at the young man inquiringly.

Apart from the old grandmother, the only ones who knew about this were the warlocks who signed the non-disclosure agreement... How did Chen Jiu, a half-hearted fortune teller, know?

His first reaction was that someone leaked the secret.

"Who told you that?"

Seeing that the man's eyes were wrong, Fang Zhuo subconsciously rubbed his back, and was dragged by his arm.

He lowered his eyes to look at the hand on his arm, because of too much force, the veins were bulging, which was scary.

"I figured it out." Fang Zhuo frowned, "Let go."

Jiang Luyan's grabbing him was just a subconscious movement, and upon hearing this, he also felt that something was wrong, and was about to let go, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of something from the young man's neckline.

He paused, grabbed Fang Zhuo's lapel, and pulled it open forcefully.

He was too familiar with the marks one after another on his white chest.

With a sullen face, Jiang Luyan tore off the plaster on Fang Zhuo's Adam's apple, not only hickey marks, but also tooth marks.

For a moment, his expression was extreme, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

From the day when Chenjiu appeared, the time of the soul-leaving attack was earlier than before, and during the day, he was prone to drowsiness, and sometimes he could quickly fall asleep just by closing his eyes.

That's all, besides dozing off, he also dreamed of some inexplicable things over and over again.

And in these dreams, Chen Jiu is another protagonist besides him.

Seeing the familiar traces on the young man now, he couldn't help but suspect that those were probably not dreams at all, but things that actually happened.

The blue veins on the man's forehead twitched, and the muscles on his cheeks were almost deformed.

Fang Zhuo released the collar of his shirt from his hands, and slowly buttoned it up, "Take off your clothes when you disagree, what a bad habit Mr. Jiang is."

No wonder they say they are not from the same family, and if they don't enter a family, they will have the same virtue as that pervert.

In an instant, Jiang Luyan regained his composure, and said out of nowhere, "I believe in Mr. Chen's ability."

Fang Zhuo took a while to react, and twitched his mouth. Didn't he just ask all kinds of questions and treat him as a scheming bitch who deliberately approached him.

He snorted and didn't answer.

Jiang Luyan, "How much do you have that I can solve my problem."

Fang Zhuo compared lazily, "[-]% sure."

Jiang Luyan stared at his radiant eyes for two seconds, "Okay."

good?Is this a promise?Who would have thought that happiness would come so quickly.

Fang Zhuo got up and looked down at Jiang Luyan, "I have a request, I need to live in Mr. Jiang's house."

Jiang Luyan also stood up, and this time he looked down, "Impossible."

Fang Zhuo fooled you resolutely, "You must agree."

"Mr. Jiang, I'm afraid you don't know how dangerous Lihun is to you. The earth soul has a heavy Yin energy, and it is easy to be mistaken for a ghost wandering around. If you are unlucky and captured by ghosts, your other two souls The seven souls will also suffer, ranging from dementia to severe death."

He sneaked a glance at Jiang Luyan's gloomy face, and continued to make up, "But I have a way to keep him near you. As long as the earth soul touches your yang energy, ghosts will not mistake you."

Jiang Luyan half closed his eyes, and his eyes fell on the coffee table.

He tapped the side of the leg with his finger twice, and suddenly said, "Mr. Chen, please go back, I need to think about it."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a knock on the office door, and the female secretary pushed the door in after hearing the answer, "Mr. Jiang, do you need to postpone the meeting?"

Jiang Luyan, "No need."

"If you didn't refuse, I'll take it as your acquiescence." Fang Zhuo shouted at the back of the man, who didn't even turn his head.

Make you crazy, one day you will cry and call daddy.

Fang Zhuo sat back indifferently, finished his tea before getting up and going out.

Mouse looked adoring, and instinctively told him that the business was concluded, "Since the incident with the black boss, our fortune has been getting better and better." All the people who came to the door were big orders.

Only then did Fang Zhuo remember that he forgot to ask the big brother for the card number, but in an instant, he changed his mind.

Would Jiang Luyan care about that little money?What's more, he doesn't have the memory of when the earth soul left the soul at all, and he wouldn't take it if he gave it.

Anyway, sooner or later they will become a family, so it is better to save them as a family fund.

In case the big brother is in trouble one day, he will generously hand over the money at the critical moment, which will definitely attract a lot of favorability.

The more he thought about it, Fang Zhuo became more brisk walking, "Brother Ah San, the earth soul comes to me every night to report on time, so it can be regarded as calling the soul, what should I do next?"

233 said, "Solid soul."

Fang Zhuo, "How solid?"

233 paused, "I'll tell you tonight."

Fang Zhuo didn't think much about it, he hummed and said, "It's not me, Mr. Jiang is just a person who doesn't think he's honest, but he doesn't think what he looks like. You don't know that he..."

"I know." 233 said calmly, "I was forcibly blocked four times last night."

After finishing speaking, he emphasized again, "Four times."

Fang Zhuo was shocked, "So much."

He was in a daze last night, and his body was light, as if he was lying on cotton.To be honest, this feeling of not being able to implement it is a bit disturbing.

233,"That's not true."

The hint of admiration hidden in the system's tone was picked out by Fang Zhuo.He is honored, with a bewildered smile on his face.

The mouse reached out and touched his forehead, "It's not burning, why are you smirking."

Fang Zhuo pushed his hand away and regained his composure, "The list just now has not been completely settled, so let's stay downstairs and watch instead of leaving."

Without saying a word, the mouse ran to buy bread and drink water, and stayed with him.

When it was almost six o'clock in the afternoon, people in the building began to get off work one after another.

Fang Zhuo went to the reception, "Does MY also get off work on time at six o'clock?"

The lady at the reception remembered that Mr. Jiang's secretary personally came down to pick up this young man, and said honestly, "It depends on whether they work overtime or not."

Fang Zhuo nodded, went back to the sofa at the reception and sat down.

About an hour later, when the sun started to set, I finally saw a person with a MY work pass coming out of the elevator.

Fang Zhuo immediately went upstairs and happened to meet Jiang Luyan's secretary.

The secretary was surprised that he hadn't left yet, "Is Mr. Chen looking for Mr. Jiang again?"

Fang Zhuo nodded, "He's in the office?"

Miss Secretary, "Yes, Mr. Jiang said that he needs to read the documents for a while."

Fang Zhuo was relieved, he didn't intend to go in and cause trouble, so he stood at the door and waited.

As the sun fell to the horizon, the night gradually opened, and the air-conditioned corridors became even more shady.

In the office, on the computer screen on the desk, the monitoring in the corridor is displayed.

The young man in a shirt and jeans was squatting in the corridor, his lips were squirming, and he didn't know what he was reading.

Jiang Luyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and leaned on the chair with folded arms, as if he could really see something by staring at the screen.

He turned on his phone, dug up Chen Jiu's investigation data, and read it again from beginning to end.

Chen Jiu's life is too simple and ordinary. In the past, there was a line between school and Wuming Temple, and now, it is between renting a house and ghost street.

And during the two years he was in Ghost Street, he was indeed telling fortunes, and he was quite famous.The only time he missed was some time ago, when his greed offended the leader of the gangster in Ghost Street.

Withdraw your thoughts and focus your gaze on the screen.

Lively and frivolous, chattering, it really doesn't look like someone who has been violently beaten.

Jiang Luyan frowned suddenly and raised his hand to press his forehead, and his temples began to experience sharp pains, pulling every nerve in him.

With a snap, he buckled down the phone, and when he looked up again, the hostility on his face became more serious.

Fang Zhuo stayed, first to confirm Jiang Luyan's thoughts, and second, to call the soul by the way, so as to bring the pervert back to the nameless temple, so that the master can take a good look.

But he squatted in the corridor and yelled for a long time, but he didn't yell out the pervert. He couldn't help but wonder if the target No. [-] had gone to other places.

He scratched his head and stood up, shook his numb legs twice, walked to the secretary's desk, raised his hand and patted——

The mouse didn't know what it was dreaming about, and was grinning stupidly, when there was a sudden loud noise in his head, which made him jump up from the stool in fright.

He looked around blankly, "Boss, what happened?"

Fang Zhuo, "It's a terrible event."

If the Earth Soul had really left, he wouldn't be able to spend any more time here. He had to go and get back the brat who was wandering around life and death.

He looked back at the closed office door, Mr. Jiang really worked hard, it was already 08:30, and there was no tendency to leave.

Just as he was hesitating whether to go in and have a look, suddenly his ears felt cold, and the earlobe seemed to be gently kneaded by something, the touch was subtle and fleeting.

Fang Zhuo narrowed his eyes and looked forward, the spotlight flickered, and gestured to the mouse, "Leave."

As soon as the two left, Jiang Luyan opened the door and walked out.

The person who had been squatting in the corridor for the last minute was gone, and a note was pasted on the door behind him.

——Mr. Jiang, make another appointment tomorrow.

He frowned, crumpled the note into a ball, and threw it into the trash can precisely, then moved his hands and stood there for a long time.

In the dead of night, there was no sound, at least Chen Jiu had already entered the elevator.

In the afternoon, when I wanted to go home with him, I said one thing after another, but I only had this little stamina in the end, huh.

Jiang Luyan closed his eyes, and thought for no reason of the scenery he saw when he opened the young man's clothes in the afternoon.

Every red mark on the skin is exactly the same as where he planted it when he was daydreaming.

"Old wine..." Jiang Luyan chewed these two words, his irritability became more and more intense, and he kicked over the trash can next to him.

The patrolling security guard who happened to come up saw this scene and clicked his tongue.

In the middle of the night, Mr. Jiang fell ill again, and he couldn't afford to hide it.

Nameless view.

The old man was sitting on the threshold, playing with a small gourd, when he saw a taxi approaching from afar.

He raised his eyebrows, got up and entered the room.

In less than 2 minutes, the taxi stopped outside the Taoist Temple.Fang Zhuo paid the bill and got off the car, the mouse had already stepped into the temple in two or three steps, he was anxious and rushed to the toilet.

Fang Zhuo stood there for a while, feeling the cold air brushing the side of his neck, he breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately he obediently followed.

"Come with me to see Master and let him take a look for you."

"What are you doing with Jiang Luyan tonight? Huh?" Following the voice, the coolness got into his clothes wantonly, and gently stroked the little red bean.

The little red bean was probably bitten too hard last night, and it is still a little swollen and painful.

Fang Zhuo let out a "hiss", clutched his collar tightly and ran towards the Taoist temple. The gust of wind behind him indicated that the coloring ghost was in a bad mood.

He panicked, didn't pay attention to his feet, tripped over the threshold, and fell face down.

"You want me to go back into his body?" The pervert pressed down, wrapping his cold hands around the back of Fang Zhuo's neck, "I won't go back, don't even think about it."

Fang Zhuo's face was almost deformed by the pressure, and he said vaguely, "Why?"

The pervert stopped talking again, Fang Zhuo moved, unable to get up, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Master, help me."

Then a yellow talisman flew out.

Unexpectedly, the yellow talisman didn't work at all, when it touched the yin energy on the pervert, it burned directly and turned into ashes.

The old man's face was ugly, "What on earth did you eat, the evil spirit is so heavy."