Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Melodious light music was playing in the car, coupled with the elegant sandalwood, Fang Zhuo tilted his head, leaned on the seat for a short time, and began to feel drowsy.

He struggled to open his eyelids, and his eyes fell on the man's hand holding the steering wheel.

The fingers are long and slender, with distinct joints, the thumb nails are flat and round, and the blue veins on the back of the hand are slightly bulging, which shows that the hand is exerting strength.

Fang Zhuo's eyeballs moved, and his eyes fell on the opponent's face.

Looking forward, the facial lines are a little tense, especially the lips, which are all pursed into a straight line.

This Mr. Gu seems to be in a bad mood.

Fang Zhuo thought vaguely, it must not be me who provoked it, I was so good just now.

Eyelids closed, the sound of traffic in my ears faded away, and I fell asleep.

About 3 minutes later, the car stopped outside a restaurant.

Seeing that he was a regular customer, the owner of the restaurant came out with a smile on his face. He was about to knock on the window of the car to say hello, but the people inside put the window down.

Gu Chen made a silent gesture to him, the boss was taken aback, and his eyes fell on the young man in the passenger seat.

He blinked, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Mr. Gu never sat in anyone else's passenger seat, and everyone who knew him well knew this.

The boss took a step back, waited for the man to get off the car, and asked in a low voice, "What's for dinner today?"

Gu Chen raised his hand to look at the time on his watch, reported a list of dishes, and told them to start cooking in half an hour.

The boss nodded, glanced at the people in the car again, and asked, "Subject?"

Gu Chen frowned, he didn't say yes, he didn't say no, his eyes were dark, like a wolf that had been hungry for ten days and a half months, and finally found its prey.

The boss suddenly trembled and slipped away.

The man leaned on the car, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, sparks flickered on his fingertips, and light smoke rose.

Of the men and women passing by, some couldn't help turning their heads to look at them a few times, but they turned their heads resentfully under the indifferent eyes of the other party.

Probably because of the sandalwood in the car, Fang Zhuo fell into a deep sleep. He opened his eyes and sat up straight until the car window was knocked.

He turned his head to look at the driver's seat, no one was there, and then looked out of the car window, his eyes fell on the other party, who was wearing a white shirt on the waistband of his trousers.

With just one glance, he can conclude that Gu Chen doesn't have a beer belly, but only abdominal muscles.

Thinking of what he saw on the light screen that day, the back of the man waking up in the morning, he felt satisfied for a while.

The boss is still in good shape.

Smacking his lips, he touched the corners of his mouth again to make sure that he was not drooling after falling asleep, so Fang Zhuo opened the door and got out of the car.

Looking at the gilded sign above the door frame and the scene full of guests in the store, he silently thought, this is to invite him to dinner.

Fang Zhuo asked knowingly, "Mr. Gu, this is not a supermarket."

Gu Chen passed him and walked in, "Eat first."

Fang Zhuo hurriedly followed into the door, almost staggered by the smell of rice in the room, his saliva was secreted in an instant, and he swallowed it unbearably.

This shop is quaint, even an ordinary beam is covered with exquisite carvings.

The boss came out from the cash register and led the two of them through the noisy lobby, through the corridor, and to the rear.

Different from the front, the back is clean and elegant, suitable for dating, Fang Zhuo is satisfied with it from the bottom of his heart.

The boss pushed away Gu Chen's private box, "Mr. Gu, can we start cooking?"

With a slight nod of Gu Chen's head, the boss tactfully retreated out, and before going out, he pressed the light of the box.

The light that was as bright as day just a second ago has turned into a warm and warm yellow.

Fang Zhuo gave the boss a look of "you understand very well", and sat down politely.

Gu Chen looked down at the phone, and suddenly asked, "Is the work in the store hard?"

Fang Zhuo shook his head, "It's not hard, it's quite fulfilling."

Gu Chen hummed lightly, "Will it be dangerous?"

Fang Zhuo still shook his head, "It's not dangerous, it's quite safe."

Gu Chen's gaze cooled down, he tapped the phone a few times with his lowered eyes, and gently rubbed his thumb on the screen, as if the phone was some kind of precious treasure.

Fang Zhuo blinked, peeked quietly, and found that the thing might really be a treasure.

It is much thinner than ordinary mobile phones, and the frame is pure black, but there are little golden spots under the light, which looks very expensive.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, Fang Zhuo always felt that the other party seemed unhappy, so he quietly asked the system, "What is he playing?"

The system took a look for him, "Mosaic."

Fang Zhuo was shocked, he couldn't see 233 now, so the things on the phone must be very confidential.

There were two knocks, and there was a knock on the door.

The waiters in cheongsam filed in and put the dishes on the table one by one.

Fang Zhuo's eyes swept over one by one, half of which he loved, and half of which he hated to the extreme.

This is too good at à la carte, six dishes, two extremes.

Gu Chen put away his phone and signaled to the person on his right that it was time to eat.

The body is empty and urgently needs all kinds of food to fill it up. Fang Zhuo is not polite at all. From the first time he put down the chopsticks, his hands and mouth have not stopped, his cheeks are bulging, and his round eyes are open, like a hamster.

Gu Chen frowned, "Slow down."

Fang Zhuo blushed and choked hard.

Gu Chen put down his chopsticks, rubbed the bridge of his nose, poured a cup of tea himself, put it on the glass turntable, and turned it over for him.

"Thank you, Mr. Gu." Fang Zhuo blushed and was so ashamed that he bit his lower lip quietly.

Let you eat, shame on you.

He didn't know what to do, "Brother Ah San, will he think that I look ugly and deduct points for my impression?"

233 said, "If he's not your man, he will be deducted."

These words were like a big icicle, hitting Fang Zhuo dizzily and chilling.

He glanced at Gu Chen's hand, carefully felt the temperature of his teacup, the water in it was not hot, but warm.

So he got up, took the teapot on the table, and walked to the man, "Mr. Gu, let me add some water."

Gu Chen tapped the table with his fingers, which meant agreement.

Fang Zhuo's tea was filled very slowly, but when it was about to be filled, his hand shook, and the water flow suddenly increased.

A large amount of tea spilled out, the tablecloth was instantly soaked, and the man's arm on the table was wet.

Fang Zhuo panicked, quickly pulled out a tissue to help the man wipe his hands, and at the same time, quietly scraped the man's palm with his little finger.

The moment the skin touched, an indescribable numbness went from the fingertips to the Tianling Gai.

This feeling, long gone.

233 shouted excitedly, "It's him, it's him."

Fang Zhuo withdrew his hand, pinched his palm with his fingers, and his heart was overwhelmed with excitement.

With guilt on his face, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Gu Chen raised his eyes and stared at him for a full 3 minutes. Before Fang Zhuo was about to kneel down, he said nonchalantly, "It's okay, let's continue eating."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

During these 3 minutes, the psychological activities of the boss must be very complicated.

The other party is so patient with his temper, but he is playing empty-hearted calculations, it really shouldn't be.

On the contrary, Fang Zhuo was a little embarrassed, and proposed, "Mr. Gu, when you go back, you can change your clothes, and I will wash them for you."

Gu Chen said without hesitation, "Okay."

Fang Zhuo was secretly delighted, no, there was another chance to make contact.

After dinner, the two went to the supermarket. Fang Zhuo now had money in his pocket, so he bought whatever he wanted, and the trolley was full before long.

On the contrary, Gu Chen followed behind with empty hands.

It wasn't until he was about to leave that he took two boxes of lemon-flavored ice cream from the shelf.

Fang Zhuo was a little bit greedy, considering that there was no refrigerator in his small shabby house, he had no choice but to give up.

The two went out empty-handed and returned with a full load. It was already nine o'clock when they arrived at the villa area, and there was still more than half an hour before the bus picked up.

Gu Chen opened the door, looked back at the person with hesitant eyes behind his eyes, "Start counting the time from putting things in the refrigerator, and you will leave after two hours."

Fang Zhuo opened his mouth and swallowed the words that he wanted to leave.

All right, I'll pretend you're scared at home alone, and beg me to stay with you.

Gu Chen went straight to the kitchen, put the ice cream in the freezer, went upstairs and changed, and when he went downstairs, he was carrying the white shirt in his hand.

As soon as Fang Zhuo turned his head, he saw the shirt being handed over, covering his face precisely.

Sniffing hard, there is a faint smell of tobacco.

He took the shirt away from his head, and the man who was standing across from him was gone. He probably went upstairs.

In the study room on the second floor, three monitors are lined up on the table, and each monitor has a nine-square grid.

Most of the pictures in Jiugongge are still, except for the living room, where a young man in a T-shirt is walking.

Gu Chen closed his eyes, leaned back on the leather chair, and rubbed his throbbing temples wearily.

After a while, the man opened his eyes, his eyes were gloomy and cold, as if hiding the wind and frost, but they became hot in the next instant, wishing to penetrate the screen and touch the person on the screen forcefully.

He has been depressed for too long.

Well, it's almost over.

Fang Zhuo folded his shirt squarely, took out his phone and started playing Snake.

This game looked boring, but as long as he survived three rounds, he couldn't stop. After dying ten times in a row, he finally looked up at the stairs behind him.

After Gu Chen went up, there was no movement.

Fang Zhuo, "Brother Ah San, is he alright?"

233 went to take a look, the study room was quiet, the man was staring at the computer, on which were red, green and green, undulating and zigzag lines.

"It's okay, I'm looking at the K-line chart."

There is a saying that the scariest thing is that people who are more successful than you work harder than you.

Fang Zhuo felt ashamed. He is now a porter and installer. It is impossible to make a fortune from this. He must develop other businesses.

And the road to this cause has already been paved.

What he has to do now is to keep his feet on the ground and go on without fear of hardships.

Shouting a lot of ambition in his heart, Fang Zhuo lowered his head and continued playing mobile games.

When the grandfather clock in the living room struck eleven o'clock, the doorbell suddenly rang from the entrance.

Fang Zhuo froze for a moment, ran to the stairs and called Mr. Gu up a few times, but the second floor was always quiet.

Just as he was hesitating whether to go upstairs to knock on the door, the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window was knocked, and outside the window was a middle-aged man in a suit and tie.

The glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows is very thick, which is probably bulletproof. The man in the suit said something outside, but Fang Zhuo didn't hear a word.

Finally, the other party typed a line of words on the mobile phone for him to read.

Oh, it turned out to be the driver.

Fang Zhuo opened the door, the driver had no intention of entering, but stood at the door and said politely, "It's getting late, sir said it's not safe for you to go home alone, I'll take you back."

"Oh, okay, wait a minute." Fang Zhuo hurried back to the living room, took his shirt and came back, only to find that the driver was looking down at his phone.

The person outside the door looked up and smiled, "Mr. Gu said, please take the ice cream in the refrigerator and throw it away."

Throw away good ice cream as soon as you say it, it's too wasteful, not good.

So Fang Zhuo took one in each hand and got into the car.

The driver was very polite along the way, except that he kept glancing at the rearview mirror.

No way, I'm just too curious.

The boss has a lot of shit, he doesn't like strangers to set foot in his private space, hates outsiders touching any of his items, and doesn't interact with anyone outside of working hours.

These things are basically known in the circle, so in the communication in the business field, others will also pay attention to as little as possible to offend Gu Chen.

With this character, if it wasn't for his ability and his family support, the company would have collapsed long ago.

Now there is an exception.

The driver silently calculated the time needed to reach the destination, decided to seize the opportunity, and asked a few key questions, "Sir, what's your surname."

"square."

"Oh, Mr. Fang, I would like to ask, are you and our boss..."

You can guess what the next two words are without having to say them out.

Fang Zhuo said honestly, "He is my client."

The driver has been following Gu Chen since he returned to the country, and it's been a year.

During this year, he knew all of Gu Chen's whereabouts like the palm of his hand, he didn't go to bars, he didn't find companions, and he never found chickens or ducks.

He always thought that the boss either drove the car manually, or there was an obstacle in that area.

Now it is suddenly discovered that the cold boss has fallen from the altar and has become one of the many men, but his sexual orientation is different from most men.

The driver was intimidated by the information he had extracted, and after a long time, he would feel overwhelmed and drive by instinct.

When getting off the car, Fang Zhuo's legs were limp.

The driver is so irresponsible and distracted frequently, this car is too fucking exciting.

Standing downstairs and blowing the cool breeze for a while, wiped off the sweat, and walked upstairs.

Because it is an old community, there is no property, and the lights in the stairwell have been in disrepair for a long time. Fang Zhuo smeared all the way, and when he approached his door, he took a step back suddenly.

Outside my house, there is a mass of dark things that can move.

Fang Zhuo thought of the previous spiritual world, his scalp was numb, and he asked the system tremblingly, "What is that?"

233 said, "Fang Wei."

Fang Zhuo's high-hanging heart fell back to the ground, walked up, and kicked it with his foot.

Fang Wei had been waiting here for almost three hours, tired and hungry, and fell asleep unknowingly. He opened his eyes in a daze, saw his brother come back, and suddenly regained his energy.

"Brother, you are back, I will call you to turn off the phone."

The phone is turned off on purpose, after all, Fang Zhuo doesn't want to be disturbed because he wants to be alone with the boss.

He gave a faint oh, and pushed the white-eyed wolf whose legs were numb because of squatting for too long, "Get out of the way."

The white-eyed wolf got up and quietly rolled his eyes, only to be caught straight.

You fucking come to ask for help, and you still have a temper and roll your eyes, Fang Zhuo sneered, this time you don't save any face.

Only one word was said, "Go away."

Fang Wei was short of breath with anger, but his brother regarded him as air, opened the door with a click, and walked in.

The light in the room was turned on, and only then did he realize that the person in front had bought new clothes and shoes, and his long and rough hair had been finely trimmed.

Fang Wei finally confirmed that his brother had changed.

Fang Zhuo was never willing to spend money on himself before, but he was willing to buy him the best things.

Now, it's the other way around.

He stood up on his knees, kicked his legs to relax, walked in ignorantly, and called brother again.

Fang Zhuo put down his shirt and ice cream, turned around and looked at Fang Wei.

Although death is always full of sadness and pain, it has to be said that in some ways, it can also cut off all emotions.

Love, family affection, friendship, any fetters, are vulnerable in the face of death.

Fang Zhuo tilted his head, thinking it was wrong.

He doesn't know how other people are, at least love is an exception with him.

The boss will not chase him so many worlds for no reason, they probably knew each other before he died.And in the past that I have forgotten, the other party once played an important role.

It is even certain that the memory in his mind was constructed by the boss.

No worries about food and clothing, both parents, and popular idols who are sought after by others, these should be things that he didn't get when he was alive, and he still hoped for before he died.

And the other party was very careful, in his memory, he eliminated the retribution bastard in front of him.

Fang Zhuo's heart was sour and sweet, and his tone was a little drifting, "Why is the boss so nice?"