Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

"I choose third." Jiang Luyan said.

Fang Zhuo stared into his eyes, "There is no third."

The man turned around to face him, and when he looked down, it made people feel contemptuous.

"I say there is."

"The third is that you immediately disappear from my sight."

Fang Zhuo didn't flinch in the slightest, raised his face slightly, stared at the opponent's eyes more and more with wide eyes, "In this case, I have no choice but to choose the fourth."

Jiang Luyan raised his eyebrows slightly, raising his interest.

Fang Zhuo glanced at the secretary in the corner of the elevator, the corner of his mouth curled up, "You come home with me."

The space in the elevator was not that big, but now squeezed by the ambiguous atmosphere between the two people in front, the male secretary felt that he was about to suffocate.

He pitifully huddled in the corner, his heart was disturbed and surging.

It seems that the previous rumors are true, the boss really likes men.

He secretly glanced at Fang Zhuo. He was of medium height and handsome, but the corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, and his pupils were shining. He looked deeply rooted in love, but the boss was a little too cold.

It seems that the little brother still has a long way to go.

The secretary looked sympathetic, and when he was watching, he happened to meet the boss's eyes.

Those cold and sharp eyes made his back feel chills, he immediately turned around and buried his head, staring at his toes like an ostrich.

Ding Yisheng, the elevator arrived, and Jiang Luyan walked out first.

Fang Zhuo walked unhurriedly at the end, with a smile on his lips, in a very good mood.

Although Jiang Yanyan didn't say a word, he didn't open his mouth to drive people away. He only needed to be thicker-skinned to stay successfully.

It's just that I didn't expect that the big boss had such a thin skin, and the tips of his ears were red like blood.

Seeing that the door of the president's office was about to close, Fang Zhuo quickened his pace and squeezed in forcefully.

The office has not changed at all from before, which makes people feel a little familiar.

Just like going back to his own home, he went straight to the sofa and sat down, took a magazine and flipped through it.

Jiang Luyan looked at him sullenly for a moment, walked to the desk, pulled out the chair and sat down, took a copy of the morning assessment report and looked at it.

The two stood on each side, as if no one disturbed the other.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and the secretary came in with a cup of coffee and a cup of tea.

Fang Zhuo licked his lower lip, just a little thirsty, he took the tea and said thank you.

Miss Secretary looked at him with burning eyes, and she smiled sweetly, "You're welcome, do you need to bring some snacks, Mr. Chen? I'll get them for you."

Fang Zhuo thought for a while, "Are there any cookies?"

It turned out that the future wife likes to eat cookies. The secretary was about to reply when she suddenly heard the sullen voice of her boss behind her.

"Secretary Zhou, have you finished your work?"

Miss Secretary was taken aback. Do you feel jealous even if you say something? ? ?Immediately changed back to a serious face, "I'll deal with it right away."

The topic of cookies ended without a problem, Fang Zhuo was holding a teacup in boredom, crossed his legs, and looked towards the direction of the desk generously.

This is the first time he has focused on that face, tsk, it's so handsome, but he doesn't know if no one has chased him before, and whether he has been in a relationship.

"Mr. Jiang, can I ask you a question?"

Jiang Luyan's eyes moved slightly, and his fingers holding the document tightened.

Fang Zhuo asked himself, "Have you ever been in love before?"

Jiang Luyan, "..."

"Oh, it's gone." Fang Zhuo looked at the desk, the man clenched his hands, and comforted him, "Men, it's understandable to focus on career. But now Mr. Jiang already has a career, doesn't he?" Can you consider starting a family?"

Jiang Luyan put down the document and leaned on the back of the chair, "What's your opinion, Mr. Chen?"

"I can't talk about high opinion, I can only recommend myself."

"Mr. Chen is so eloquent, he has deceived many little girls."

"Of course not." Fang Zhuo blinked with sincerity on his face, "I only speak sharply when facing Mr. Jiang."

He looked up at the ceiling and thought for a moment, "We must have known each other in our previous life, or in our previous life. When I saw Mr. Jiang, I felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy."

This way of striking up a conversation is too old-fashioned, Jiang Luyan's mouth curled up uncontrollably, but after realizing it, he quickly restrained himself.

Seeing that the man didn't express anything, Fang Zhuo was not discouraged. In this world, whoever takes the initiative will be eaten to death. In the end, it is not certain who will cry and beg for her husband.

He flipped through the magazine, staring at a piece of travel notes.

The huge office suddenly fell silent, only the rustling of the pen tip across the paper.

Jiang Luyan stopped writing, rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and began to feel sleepy again.

He drank the last sip of coffee, dialed the inside line, and asked the secretary to make another cup immediately.

The secretary didn't dare to be negligent, but found that the coffee was gone, so she had to go downstairs to buy it immediately.

By the time she brought up the freshly brewed coffee, the boss had already supported his head and fell asleep.

Fang Zhuo made a silent gesture to her, took the coffee, and put it gently on the desk, not intending to wake up the sleeping man.

Probably due to the fact that leaving the soul at night has an impact on other spirits, Jiang Luyan slept very deeply, listening carefully, he could still hear a slight snoring sound.

Fang Zhuo stood up straight, found out the old man's phone, and sent a text message.

Text messages are like sinking into the ocean.

Just as he was waiting until his legs were stiff, the phone finally responded.

——The body and soul are already one, and the biological clock is also unified, but your friend insists on separating one soul, and wanders around without sleeping in the middle of the night. This time, not only the earth soul is tired, but the other two souls and seven souls are also naturally unable to If you sleep peacefully and are tired, you will naturally have to catch up on sleep during the day.

For such a long paragraph, the old man must have had a hard time poking at the brick machine. He needs to change the equipment with a larger screen.

Fang Zhuo threw the phone back into his trouser pocket, and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a heavy gasp.

Depressed, restrained, and a little eager.

Fang Zhuo blinked, "Brother Ah San, did you hear that too?"

233, "I heard it."

Confirming that he wasn't hallucinating, Fang Zhuo bent down and approached, and found that the boss frowned slightly, and seemed a little uncomfortable.

He turned his gaze and landed on the man's arm supporting his head. His muscles were tense, his veins were bulging, and his empty fists were tightly clenched into a ball.

It must have been a nightmare.

Fang Zhuo was afraid of scaring people by yelling, so he leaned over and shouted softly, "Mr. Jiang, wake up."

Jiang Luyan's breathing was even faster than before, and he muttered, "Don't move... Be good, just like this..."

Fang Zhuo, "..." Does that sound wrong?

"Jiang Luyan." He suddenly raised his voice, and the person being called opened his eyes instantly.

Those eyes were frighteningly black, like two withered wells, from which a hand would stretch out and drag people down, making them unable to climb up again.

Fang Zhuo subconsciously wanted to leave, and only half a step back, his arm was pinched by someone, and his body was pulled with the strength of the other person, and fell onto the desk.

Jiang Luyan's chest heaved violently, and his body was about to explode. He pressed the young man's shoulder with one hand, and kissed him almost violently.

The development of this plot is not right, he just wants to have a simple wake-up call, not to be thumped by the table.

Fang Zhuo looked at the eyebrows and eyes that were close at hand in surprise, and endured the other party's terrible demands, sucking and biting, without any rules.

Sure enough, he is an innocent dog who has never been in love.

Jiang Luyan stopped kissing him suddenly, let go of his hands and stood up, staring at Fang Zhuo with unbelievable and terrifying eyes.

He thought it was a dream, but it turned out to be reality.

The first time he was free, Fang Zhuo jumped off the desk, ripped his messy shirt, stuck out his tongue and licked his lower lip, the smell of blood was strong.

"Mr. Jiang, I can confirm now that you just haven't been in love."

Fang Zhuo thought about his words carefully, and commented, "The kissing skills are too bad."

Jiang Luyan's face was gloomy, "Shut up."

Don't admit it after kissing, it's too much, Fang Zhuo can't keep his mouth shut, "Although it needs to be strengthened, but in my conscience, when you kiss me, I still feel it."

Jiang Luyan had the urge to kiss again, only in this way the mouth could stop nagging. He gave the young man a cold look, got up and strode away to the rest room.

Fang Zhuo looked anxiously at the man's slightly hurried back, retracted his neck, turned and nestled back on the sofa, he bit his lower lip, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he must not be dazzled just now.

"I seem to have seen Mr. Jiang's little Yanyan grow up and push out a tent." Fang Zhuo was very sure of this.

233 pretended not to hear.

Fang Zhuo added, "The top is so high, it reminds me of the big banana that the mouse said."

twenty one,"……"

Fang Zhuo is an easy-to-satisfy person, as long as the system is willing to listen, even if there is no response, it is enough.

He hummed a little tune, "Brother Ah San, count the time."

The ceiling is so high, three to five minutes will definitely not solve the problem, at least two to ten minutes.

So he took out the small manga, read it with relish, and tried to adjust his breathing while reading it.

In the bathroom, Jiang Luyan stood under the cold water and washed for ten minutes, but it still didn't disappear.

As long as he thinks about Chen Jiu sitting outside, an evil fire will burst out of his body, burning him into a trance, opening and closing his eyes are all those charming images.

Since this person appeared, he has become more and more abnormal.

He panted a few times, the muscles in his body were so tense that they were about to be torn apart, he finally couldn't restrain himself, and stretched his hands down...

After you devote yourself to one thing, everything around you will be quiet.

Fang Zhuo lost himself in reading the book, until the door of the lounge was opened, and then he realized that he was here to increase his favorability.

Jiang Luyan changed into a set of clean clothes and came out, and returned to the desk, doing what he was supposed to do, as if nothing had happened.

But Fang Zhuo knew that he had done a lot in it.

According to the system broadcast, Jiang Luyan stayed in the bathroom for a total of 46 minutes and 58 seconds.

Excluding the time for ideological work, at least I drove a self-service car with a manual transmission for 10 minutes.

Then, the two seemed to have a tacit understanding suddenly, and kept silent until they got off work.

At 06:30, the secretary came in to report that there was no dinner arrangement for tonight, and also mentioned by the way that there will be heavy rain tonight.

Fang Zhuo held the small cartoon, his eyes rolled around, it’s raining, the heavy rain has soaked me and you, and the shirt and trousers are all stuck to the body, this picture is the easiest to draw people’s imagination.

When the time comes, it will be logical to have a kiss in the rain, it's perfect.

He immediately took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Mouse, telling him to go home quickly, lest it rain later and he couldn't get a taxi.

When the mouse heard that it was going to rain, it was even more unwilling to leave the boss alone, so it called back directly, "Boss, if you are worried about the rain, I will hire a taxi right now and park it outside the building."

Prodigal, even if you have money, you can't waste it like this.

Fang Zhuo vetoed, "No, you go home first, wait for my call tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

The mouse stared at the blacked-out phone screen and looked again and again, and was about to call again, but was held down by a hand.

The secretary was carrying the bag and guessed, "Call Mr. Chen?"

Mouse nodded, "Isn't it raining, I think..."

"You go back first." The secretary winked at him ambiguously, "Mr. Chen and our boss can take good care of each other."

The words were quite cryptic, if it was someone else, he would definitely not think about it, but Mouse only saw the boss come out this afternoon, and now is the time to be sensitive.

Fuck, after a long time he turned out to be a big light bulb, no wonder the boss hung up the phone so decisively.

At this time, as a younger brother, he can only assist and not hold back.He stuffed the things back into his pockets and left happily.

It was time to get off work, and people from various companies in the building began to get off work one after another, and they left in less than an hour.

Only a few offices are still lit.

Fang Zhuo waited and waited, damn it, why didn't the torrential rain fall as promised.

He resisted the urge to urinate and stood up, "Mr. Jiang, can I borrow the bathroom in your lounge?"

Although the bathroom is separated from wet and dry, Jiang Luyan is still a little guilty, and he doesn't know if the smell has dissipated.

So he said, "No."

Fang Zhuo narrowed his eyes, gave an inexplicable smile, turned and walked towards the door, and the moment his fingers touched the doorknob, there was a "pop" sound from behind.

Jiang Luyan stood up with his eyebrows held together, his other hand resting on the desk.

Fang Zhuo worried, "Mr. Jiang, are you okay?"

He glanced out of the window, the sun had completely set, probably because of the lighting in the room, the entire entrepreneurial park was pitch black.

"I'm fine." Jiang Luyan sat down again, with obvious anxiety on his face, almost saying "I want to eat people" on his face.

It's all right?I think you are about to transform.

There is only the president's office on the sixteenth floor, and there is no public restroom, so you have to go downstairs to get in.

Fang Zhuo took the elevator down to the fifteenth floor, and happened to see someone on duty.

The white-collar workers who came and went trotting with documents made him more courageous, and the speed of his feet slowed down a lot. He leisurely went to the bathroom to drain the water, and then walked out leisurely.

Looking at the dark corridor, Fang Zhuo was stunned. The corridor lights were on just now, why did they suddenly turn dark?

Looking up at the office at the other end of the corridor, there were faint voices of overtime workers talking inside. He stepped into the corridor, and when he was halfway there, he tripped over something and fell face-to-face.

Fang Zhuo took a deep breath from the pain, reached out and touched his cold ankle, remembering Jiang Luyan's strangeness before, he stared at the void and said firmly, "I know it's you, stop playing."

Not only did the Yin Qi around him not dissipate, but it got tighter and tighter, as if there were a few fingers pinching him constantly.

Fang Zhuo shivered, anxiety and suspicion spread in his heart.

Although the pervert is elusive, he has never really hurt him.

Now this one is just the opposite, he can even touch the obvious fingerprints on his ankles, which are small and short, not like adults.

Thinking of his cheating physique, Fang Zhuo's heart skipped a beat, and he kicked the strangled leg hard.

"whee."

Weird laughter resounded in the aisle that was reflected in green by the safe passage sign.

Fang Zhuo's scalp went numb, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He quickly got up from the ground and ran, but he couldn't get out of the corridor that was more than ten meters away.

On the other side, the colleagues had finished their work and left the cubicle one after another with their bags in their hands. When the last light disappeared, Fang Zhuo felt that the whole world became quiet, and he could only hear his fearful and depressed breathing.

He propped his knees in despair and panted, "What the hell is that?"

233, "It doesn't appear, and I don't know."

At first, he wanted to say something, but Fang Zhuo suddenly felt a weight on his back, something jumped up, strangled his neck, his body fell back uncontrollably, the back of his head hit the ground, and there was a bang, which made him scream in pain Call.

The icy air crawled from his back to the front, and slowly wrapped around his neck, constantly tightening it.

Fang Zhuo had difficulty breathing, his lungs were burning, and he desperately grabbed and pulled his chest with both hands, but it didn't help.

Fuck, this thing is trying to kill him!