Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Hao's expression contorted for a moment, and he smiled with difficulty, "Thanks to Mr. Chen, it's still passable."

shit.

Since Bai Jinshan gave him the beads, he has been offering incense and feeding blood according to the other party's instructions, and nothing will fall.

But who knows, not only can't drive the little ghost to do things to attract money and transfer luck, but the luck is getting worse and worse.

Especially in the past two days, he lost two big orders in a row and was scolded bloody by his father.

He was so angry that as soon as he came home, he dropped the copper stove used for incense.

As a result, that night, I heard pattering footsteps in a daze, followed by the crying of the baby.

The sound was sharp and piercing, almost piercing the eardrum.

What's more, when he woke up in the middle of the night, he felt something pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

What frightened him the most was that invisible thing, urging him to die, calling him daddy...

Thinking of these things, Jiang Hao's scalp became numb, and his complexion became even worse.

The Bai family is very knowledgeable in magic arts, he was afraid of offending others, so he didn't dare to come to question him, so he had to turn his mind on Fang Zhuo again.

"Mr. Chen, I have something to ask..."

"Sorry." Fang Zhuo choked him, "I've been very busy recently."

Jiang Hao, "I have money."

"Money is something out of life, as long as it is enough." Fang Zhuo said slowly, with a look of seeing through the world.

But his gaze quietly swept to Jiang Hao's wrist.

The color of the string of weird beads has changed from light gray to dark gray. The red lines seem to be stretched out, and they look a bit like runes.

Jiang Hao noticed his gaze, and quietly hid the beads in his sleeve.

Continue to lobby, "I heard that the owner of Wuming Temple refused to agree to the demolition, maybe I can help you."

Fang Zhuo sullenly said, "You investigate me."

Jiang Hao was embarrassed, "I can't help it. The Jiang family will investigate every gentleman who is brought in front of the old lady."

If it is a liar, the referrer in the middle will also be angered accordingly.

Thinking of the old lady, Jiang Hao felt apprehensive, with a straight face all day long, he was still so imposing even after he was a lot older, and he didn't know when he would die.

There are many rules in the big family, Fang Zhuo didn't go into details.

On the other hand, the guy next to him, who had been overcast just now, now has a fierce look on his face, and he doesn't know what immoral things he's thinking about.

"Life is alive, keep more kind thoughts, cause and effect cycle, sooner or later you will be repaid." Fang Zhuo left the nonsensical words, closed his eyes, and refused to disturb.

Jiang Hao's face turned blue and white, and he continued to be cautious in his words and deeds all the way.

The Jiang family's old house is located in the center of the old city. The houses in that area are all left over from the last century. Old western-style buildings with yards are hard to buy even if you have money.

The courtyard is clean and elegant, with abundant trees. As soon as you enter the courtyard, you can clearly feel the refreshing air and coolness.

Jiang Hao frowned, suppressing the discomfort in his heart, and walked ahead to lead the way.

Fang Zhuo followed him into the western-style building and came to the study at the end of the second floor.

Jiang Hao opened the door for him, not intending to go in, "The old lady is waiting for you inside."

Fang Zhuo saw the obvious fear on his face, and he also became nervous in his heart.

He turned his back, rubbed his face, and walked in with the corners of his mouth sullen.

Rao was investigated before, and the old lady was still startled when she saw the young man who entered the door.

The experience of this person in front of her is as thin as a piece of paper. Compared with the husband she invited to her home before, it is really not enough.

But she believed that Jiang Hao had no guts to lie.

"I've heard about Mr. Chen's name for a long time, but when I saw him today, he really is a boy born from a hero." The old lady has been immersed in shopping malls for many years, and she complimented her very well.

The old lady's vision is really poisonous, and she is too accurate in seeing people.

Fang Zhuo smiled and said thank you, "You praise me."

It was the first time the old lady met such a thick-skinned person, and she was taken aback again.

She touched the armrest of the chair, motioned Fang Zhuo to sit down, and then said straight to the point, "I'm looking for Mr. Chen today because of my great-grandson."

Fang Zhuo was at a loss and asked the system, "Who?"

233 said, "...the main character."

Fang Zhuo quickly turned his eyes around, and finally fixed his gaze on the screen on the right. The floor-to-ceiling screen blocked the back firmly, and he was not sure whether Jiang Luyan was there.

The old lady followed his gaze and said, "Lu Yan, come out."

Behind the screen, a man in a suit and leather shoes stepped out.

Jiang Luyan's expression was unclear, strange and alienated, "Mr. Chen, I have long admired you."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

After seeing her great-grandson, the old lady showed Fang Zhuo's first smile after entering the door, "I'll ask Mr. Chen to show you."

Jiang Luyan sat across from Fang Zhuo, "Then there will be Mr. Lao Chen."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

Jiang Hao said that the old lady loves metaphysics and likes to discuss with others.

At present, it seems that it should be to treat her precious great-grandson's leaving soul disease.

"Brother San, you said Mr. Jiang would not treat me as a scheming whore who planned to marry into a wealthy family."

While sleeping with him, he secretly came to see the old lady, so suspicious.

233, "It's hard to say, you first stabilize."

There was a faint scent of sandalwood in the room, and it was very quiet. The eyes of Jiang Luyan and the old lady all fell on the young man.

The meaning is obvious, please start your performance.

Fang Zhuo first knew that the big brother Lihun was completely prompted by the system, and he did not know the necessary skill of jumping a big god.

Seeing that he was still not moving, the old lady took out a string of Buddhist beads and fiddled with them, "I see that Mr. Chen seems to have forgotten to bring a magic weapon. I happen to have here..."

Fang Zhuo stabilized his mind, "No need."

"No need?" The old lady just thought it was funny.

Those of her masters before, who didn't have some magical artifacts for soul-searching, no matter how bad it was, they should also bring a compass.

That's fine, I came empty-handed.

Fang Zhuo ignored the doubts in the other party's words, got up and walked to Jiang Luyan.

He raised his finger and bit it hard on the pulp, and the gushing blood was immediately wiped on the man's forehead.

Then bent down, pressed his forehead against the other's forehead, and closed his eyes.

"What are you doing?" 233 bluffed, "Don't provoke the protagonist again."

Fang Zhuo snorted, "Touching the forehead can irritate people, then I'm too awesome."

Holding his breath and concentrating, he "saw" the thin mist again.

He immediately got up, separated from Jiang Luyan, turned his head to look at the old lady, and said firmly, "Mr. Jiang's mind is unstable, and he is fine during the day, but when the cloudy energy is heavy at night, it is easy to leave the soul."

All the gentlemen who have visited Jiang Luyan's soul have signed non-disclosure agreements. Once leaked, the liquidated damages will be so high that they will scare their pants off.

Therefore, there will never be anyone who is full and has nothing to do, and will tell Jiang Luyan's problems.

The old lady was surprised, but also a little ashamed of her previous contempt.

"Mr. Chen can solve my grandson's problem?" She asked anxiously, faintly feeling that this Mr. Chen might be the noble person Jiang Luyan wanted.

Hehe, not only can I cure Lihun, but I can also protect your good grandson's longevity.

I just don't know if this old lady who looks very rigid at first glance can accept him as a great-grandson-in-law.

Fang Zhuo put his hands behind his back and nodded, "Yes, but I need to talk to Mr. Jiang alone."

The old lady thought that this chat was referring to practice, so she left the room without saying anything.

As soon as the door was closed, Fang Zhuo stopped pretending.

"I thought the old lady came to chat with me, really." He is not a coquettish little bitch who has tried his best.

Jiang Luyan's attention was all on the young man's rosy lips, which were stained with a little bit of attractive blood.

Seeing that the man didn't speak, Fang Zhuo panicked, followed by anger.

Sacrifice his life to double cultivate with him and help him solidify his soul, but in the end he doesn't even have this kind of trust. Such a man, within the next 3 minutes, it's worth noting.

"Jiang Luyan." Fang Zhuo's voice sank, "Do you not believe me?"

Jiang Luyan's eyelids finally moved, and he beckoned, "Come here."

Fang Zhuo looked at the strange face that had faded away, and walked over obediently.

Jiang Luyan looked up at him, his eyes focused as if he was dissecting some treasure.

It’s weird.

For so many years, he has never had a desire for anyone, let alone been emotionally affected by anyone, but since this person appeared, he has experienced all these things.

I don't hate it, and even enjoy the process of getting along with young people.

The man lowered his eyes and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, seeming a little distressed.

Fang Zhuo frowned, in broad daylight, could it be that the eight villains in his mind are restless again?

He bent down and asked, "Mr. Jiang, are you okay?"

Jiang Luyan said, "Something happened."

Fang Zhuo, "Huh?"

"I want to kiss you." After the man finished speaking, he reached out and clasped the back of the young man's neck and pressed down, then raised his head and kissed him.

The tip of the tongue licked that bit of blood, tasted it carefully, and hooked the other tongue and refused to let it go.

This and that in the elders' room is a very exciting thing, no matter how thick-skinned Fang Zhuo is, he still feels ashamed.

It's a pity that Jiang Luyan's face is thicker than his, so it's fine if he doesn't let go, and the closer he is, the more vigorous he is, and the sound of water can be heard.

It wasn't until there was a knock on the door that he let go of the person without further ado.

Fang Zhuo's legs stretched out for too long, a little numb, and he almost didn't kneel on the ground.

Jiang Luyan grabbed his waist and helped him to sit on the seat.

Hearing the reply from inside, the old lady returned to the house and looked at her great-grandson inquiringly.

Jiang Luyan nodded, and Fang Zhuo heaved a sigh of relief.

The old lady expressed her shock.

In the past, every time the husband invited back, after doing the method alone, the great-grandson shook his head in denial, and nodded in approval, which was the first time.

This young little brother is really unexpected.

In the corridor outside the door, Jiang Hao scratched his ears and his cheeks, and his ears were glued to the door, but he didn't hear anything.

After finally waiting for the person to come out, Fang Zhuo told him that he would stay overnight in Jiang's house.

Jiang Hao had no choice but to leave first.

Before leaving, he called Fang Zhuo into the yard, "Mr. Chen, what did you talk to that kid Jiang Luyan just now? Could it be that he also..."

Fang Zhuo caught the point, "Also?"

Some things are said sooner rather than later, so let’s spread the word out.

Jiang Hao said, "I've been having bad luck lately. Not only did I lose my order, I almost got into a car accident. I thought the old lady asked you to talk to Lao Si alone because she wanted you to help him get rid of the bad luck."

Fang Zhuo despises, with me, your protagonist's father will only have good luck.

It is impossible to have such a thing as bad luck in a lifetime.

He deliberately poked Jiang Hao's scar, "You think too much, Mr. Jiang has a good personality, no ghosts and ghosts invade, and his luck is so good that no one can match. This kind of person was the emperor's life in ancient times."

Jiang Hao's face turned ugly, and he sneered, "Really, but how did I hear that his company has encountered difficulties recently and has begun to liquidate its assets. Maybe it will declare bankruptcy tomorrow morning."

"Really?"

"of course."

How could an illegitimate child born of a pheasant have the emperor's order? It's a joke.

but……

Jiang Hao glanced at Fang Zhuo inexplicably, always feeling that the other party's words revealed excitement.

He frowned, and turned back to the business, "Mr. Chen, as long as you are willing to help me, what do you think of the seven-figure salary at that time? I can still ask Jiang's Heavy Industry to give up the small piece of Wuming Temple land."

Fang Zhuo crossed his arms, "It seems that Mr. Jiang's affairs are very difficult."

"It's very tricky." He lowered his head subconsciously, looked at his wrist, his voice trembling, "Well, that thing disturbed me so I couldn't sleep at night."

Fang Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's fine if you take it off."

Jiang Hao was taken aback for a moment, since the other party saw it, he didn't hide it anymore, and just showed the beads.

"When I pick it off, I get a stomach ache, a headache, and just feel uncomfortable all over."

Fuck, is it so evil?

Fang Zhuo couldn't calm down anymore, the bad luck of being raped by the infant ghost hadn't dissipated, and he wouldn't even be able to take the initiative to touch such a wicked thing if he was killed.

He pursed his lips, "Maybe it's because you haven't had a good rest recently, and you're in a trance and have hallucinations. Mr. Jiang, listen to me, it's not good to be too superstitious. We need to believe in science more."

Jiang Hao, "..."

God damn science, you're a master yourself.

Since it didn't make sense, Jiang Hao didn't have the patience to waste time with Fang Zhuo any longer.

In this city, there are not seven or eight masters with outstanding abilities, but three or five, he doesn't believe it, and with the tender banknotes, he still can't invite someone to exorcise him from evil spirits.

Fang Zhuo watched him leave with a smile, and when he turned around, he saw Jiang Luyan standing on the steps.

He dared to guarantee that the man's affection for him must be more than two and a half stars, otherwise, how could such a restrained person take the initiative to speak up and ask him to stay.

"Third brother, is there a problem with the task progress? I think the boss has at least four feelings for me."

"Not only, but five." 233 threw out a terrible answer.

Fang Zhuo panicked, "It's a puppy to lie to people."

233,"... Wang."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

He walked back, stood on the next step, looked up at Jiang Luyan, "Mr. Jiang, thank you just now."

If it wasn't for Jiang Luyan's key point, the old lady wouldn't really trust him.

But there was one thing he didn't understand, "Why did you let me stay?"

Jiang Luyan answered irrelevantly, "You don't have anything hanging around your neck."

It seems that Yupei is not a pair, but one.

Fang Zhuo touched the neckline, except for the collar, it was his own smooth skin without any accessories.

"What's wrong?"

"The jade pendant you gave me..." Jiang Luyan paused, "It's very good, a family heirloom?"

Fang Zhuo, "..."

I really feel sorry for the old man, I obviously lent you the jade pendant to wear temporarily.

Big bosses are so shameless taking things for themselves, Fang Zhuo is too embarrassed to ask for them back.

Anyway, sooner or later it’s a family, what’s yours is mine, what’s mine, sooner or later it’s still mine.

He said, "It's a family heirloom, my master gave it to me."

Jiang Luyan only felt that his chest was pressed, and there was a warm current flowing from his heart to his limbs.

I didn't expect this little jade pendant to be so important. It must be very difficult to pass it down from generation to generation and preserve it so perfectly.

Fang Zhuo's face became hot and uncomfortable under the man's more gentle gaze.

He raised his fist to his lips, coughed twice, and said seriously to the system, "Quickly check, the boss is out of his mind."

233,"...impossible."

Fang Zhuo, "The way he looked at me was exactly the same as when Mrs. Jiang looked at him."

Gentle with kindness, kindness with kindness, really scary.

Seeing the dull expression on the young man's face, Jiang Luyan thought he was embarrassed.

He leaned over slightly, and brushed Fang Zhuo's ear tip intentionally with his lips, "Leave a door for me tonight, I have something to confirm with you."