Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Being a boss is always busy, so it shouldn't be that busy.

233 disagreed with Fang Zhuo, "Haven't you already confirmed your relationship? It's normal for him to take time out of his busy schedule to visit you."

The sun was scorching above his head, but Fang Zhuo felt a little cold.

With Gu Chen around, he would have concerns, and would try his best to present his best state.

This can easily affect performance.

Fang Zhuo rubbed his face vigorously, and told himself that he must calm down, even if the boss really came, he must be regarded as a piece of air.

The host's acting skills are already worrisome, but it's even more terrifying when he meets the protagonist, and he is directly negative.

It doesn't take any acting skills for him to make himself look like a retard.

233 reluctantly said, "If he really comes, I'll help you open the mosaic so he can't see it, so you won't be nervous."

Fang Zhuo was so moved that he called out several times, good brother, you are awesome.

233 was highly praised and offered a small bonus, "In addition, I can use the system to simulate a scene for you. You should study and study first, and strive for a good performance when the time comes."

Fang Zhuo, "You are such an excellent system."

233,"Hmph."

Ouch, praise it, your tail is up to the sky.

At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from ahead.

Uncle Chen waited at the entrance of the alley for a long time but no one came by, so he had to come to look for it himself.

He frowned thickly, "What are you doing in a daze, hurry up, pretend..."

In the middle of the conversation, I was stunned. The little brother didn't know what evil he had been caught, and he was holding his mobile phone and giggling, the corners of his mouth almost reaching the ears.

"Fang Zi, you, what's wrong with you." It looked scary.

Fang Zhuo didn't notice his facial expression, and only restrained his expression when the system reminded him.

He scratched the back of his neck embarrassingly, "That's all, be happy."

Uncle Chen, "What's wrong?"

Fang Zhuo, "It's nothing, I just have an audition opportunity on Wednesday."

"Hey." Uncle Chen laughed, and boldly patted him on the shoulder twice, "What did I tell you before, God is watching from above, the blessings that should be given, will be given to you sooner or later."

Fang Zhuoxin said, God must have really opened his eyes, after he transmigrated into this world, his luck was overwhelming.

For example, at first, I thought that my life was too far away from Gu Chen's awareness, and it was difficult to have an intersection, let alone doing tasks, it was even more difficult to get online than to reach the sky.

As a result, suddenly, a job that could get close to the boss by sending refrigerators fell from the sky.

As soon as the job was done, the two of them settled into the same bed.

Now that the great cause of acting has just taken two steps, another big pie fell from the sky, and the crew, which was clearly full, suddenly had a seat vacant.

For this luck, you must buy a lottery ticket.

"Third brother, do I have some invisible cheats? I've been lucky recently. If I want to do something, someone will block the road immediately." Fang Zhuo asked.

233 poured a bucket of cold water over, "If you have cheats, you would have already completed the task."

Thinking of the password of the safe that has not been touched yet, Fang Zhuo feels melancholy, and while following Uncle Chen, he thinks that something like a password can only be obtained by a very close relationship.

He hasn't even touched the big tiger's butt now, and he is still far away from the password and the gift box.

In order to increase the chances of success in the audition, Fang Zhuo didn't even bother to hook up with Gu Chen after get off work that day, so he went home early and planned to apply a few more emergency masks to save his appearance.

He put on a facial mask and took a bucket of hot water to soak his feet, hoping to help him sleep. He would go to bed early and wake up late, with a good complexion.

Barely regarded as a delicate boy.

There was another parent-teacher meeting today, and the roommate who was a teacher came back very early.

Seeing that Fang Zhuo applied and soaked it, I felt a little itchy.

At the instigation of the other party, he quickly put down the lesson plan, hurriedly took a shower, and ran to sit on the sofa, sticking a photo on his face.

With big white faces on their faces, the two watched the animal world together.

In the animal world, two male lions are playing in a group, licking each other's fur, with intoxicated and happy expressions.

The atmosphere became awkward because of this scene.

The teacher cleared his throat and pushed up his slipped glasses, "In fact, in the animal world, homosexual behavior has always existed. Although it is not common, it is not a big surprise."

This is beating around the bush and saying, I respect your aptitude, we can get along friendly and relaxed.

Fang Zhuo accepted his kindness, went back to the house and took out two bags of snacks to share with him, which was regarded as the official establishment of diplomatic relations.

Amidst the sound of chewing, the atmosphere gradually became harmonious. Hearing that the teacher said that he had a game with a handle, Fang Zhuo became interested, "Play two rounds?"

Not many people play handle games these days.

Stand-alone, competitive, and somatosensory games have almost occupied 90.00% of the game market, and plug-in games have long been submerged in the torrent of time.

Fang Zhuo hadn't played with this thing for a long time, and felt it was very fresh, so he grabbed the handle and pressed it hard.

From time to time, he would give his roommate an elbow, signaling him to manipulate the villain, and hurry up to follow.

The two villains always died at first, and after playing a few more times, they entered the state, found the essentials, survived longer and longer, and passed one level after another.

Finally reached the last level, what they are about to face is an epic super boss.

Fang Zhuoyun took a deep breath, staring at the screen with both eyes, suddenly the TV flickered and went black.

The energy-saving lamp above the head is still on, not a power outage.

He raised his chin, "You go and have a look first."

The roommate bent down and poked the power button of the TV, unplugged it and plugged it in again, and pressed the remote control a few times, but the indicator light was still off.

This broken TV went on strike at the most critical time.

Fang Zhuo was excited right now, and took out his mobile phone from his butt pocket, "Playing mobile games?"

The roommate had no objection, and also took out the phone.

While online matching was in progress, the screens of their mobile phones went black and turned off at the same time... The weirdest thing was that the headlights also flickered a few times.

...Fang Zhuo has a bad association.

As a teacher of the people and a gardener who promotes the spirit of socialism, my roommate also trembled.

He pretended to be calm and supported his glasses, "It's fine if you can't play, early, go to rest early."

Fang Zhuo opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound, it was purely frightened.

He seriously suspected that there was something unclean in this room.

As soon as the roommate left, Fang Zhuo was the only one left in the living room. Looking at the empty living room and the dark TV, he suddenly remembered the things he encountered in the spiritual world.

No, the system has already said that this is an ordinary world, there can be no ghosts.

He closed his eyes and was still, stiff all over, and walked into the room with one hand and one foot.

As soon as the door was closed, he rushed onto the bed like a rabbit, only showing a pair of eyes outside, and walked around.

233, "There is really nothing else, there is no other energy fluctuation in the entire space."

Fang Zhuo shrank his body down, "Is that just a coincidence?"

"Otherwise." 233 said, "There are really no ghosts in this world, trust me."

"Big brother, why are you so confident in yourself? You said you were innocent before, but I did notice that someone was looking at me."

Fang Zhuo paused, a gust of cold air rushed from his toes all the way to Tianling Gai.

Here it comes again, that pervert comes again.

He could even clearly feel that there was something invisible, as if squatting on the bedside, staring at his face from a close distance.

"Brother Ah San, you..."

Fang Zhuo's heart trembled, his voice trembled, he swallowed dryly, "Didn't you really feel it?"

It's not a voyeur, it's a fucking ghost.

Trembling, Fang Zhuo reached for the phone, took it out, squinted to the right, and took out Gu Chen's phone.

Strangely, the instant the beep sounded in the receiver, the feeling of being stared at disappeared.

He lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed, stretched out his hand and shook it in the void, there was nothing, if it was not an illusion just now, then that thing had already left.

What the hell is this, why do you always pester him.

Fang Zhuo felt that going on like this would make him crazy.

Looking down at the unconnected phone on the screen, I felt a subtle sense of survival in my heart, "The boss is a mascot, the kind that attracts wealth and wards off evil spirits."

twenty one,"……"

"Hello." A deep voice came through the receiver.

Fang Zhuo picked out his ears, feeling a little itchy inexplicably, "Mr. Gu, are you asleep?"

In front of Gu Chen, the secretary spread out a document, waiting for him to sign.

The golden pen tip walked smoothly across the paper, and he asked, "Can't sleep?"

The low-whispering tone shocked the secretary, and she sneakily glanced at the boss several times.

Gu Chen closed the document, handed it over, and wrote on the other with a pen: ask the technical supervisor to come back in half an hour.

"Okay, Mr. Gu."

Holding the signed documents, Miss Secretary walked out with a dazed expression. There was a man on the other end of the phone, and his voice sounded familiar.

Who it was, she already had a vague guess in her mind.

Standing in the middle of the aisle with her legs together, she blinked, suddenly excited.

It is a good thing for a big boss to fall in love, which means that he will allocate part of his time at work to his boyfriend.

And those poor employees who work overtime all day can finally be liberated.

Miss Secretary's footsteps, from light to calm, every step is to step on happiness.

Fang Zhuo had no idea how much water would be splashed when he made a phone call.

He looked at the ceiling and asked, "Are you still working overtime?"

Gu Chen hummed, "I'm going to go abroad the day after tomorrow, so I need to finish the work for the next few days in advance."

Where did the boss come from, Fang Zhuo sighed, "Then when will you come back?"

Gu Chen didn't answer, "Why?"

Fang Zhuo was stunned by the question, and for a moment didn't know how to catch the ball.

Intuition told him that he should say something nice at this time.

The people on both ends of the phone were silent together, but fortunately, the atmosphere was not awkward, but filled with a kind of peace.

This kind of peace turned into water, flowed into his heart, and washed Fang Zhuo's heart, making it start beating wildly.

The black phone in Gu Chen's hand suddenly beeped.

[Emotional line: three stars. 】

He curled his lips into a slight smile, stroking his fingers back and forth on that row of data, his movements were gentle, as if he was touching his lover's face.

"Fang Zhuo." Gu Chen suddenly called his name, "Speak."

It was the first time that Fang Zhuo was called by a man by his first and last name, and his mouth was dry.

For a long time, he said, "I will miss you."

Hearing that he wanted to hear it, the smile on Gu Chen's lips widened, he got up and walked to the French window, looking at the twinkling stars in the distance.

"wait me back."

The voice of this sentence was very soft, but Fang Zhuo still heard it.

His heart beat to the limit, it couldn't go any faster, all the throbbing turned into flames, burning his blood, making his whole body scalding hot.

The hottest thing is the face.

Fang Zhuo got off the bed and went to the bathroom.

In the mirror, his face was as red as a monkey's butt, his eyes were wet, and he looked like a spring.

Talent, the boss is the real talent.

When it's cold, it can freeze people to death, but when it's hot, it can burn people.

It would take him a lifetime to learn this unassuming yet connotative flirting technique. This is a profound knowledge.

Holding the phone, Fang Zhuo told the man what happened that day. Although it was a running account, he could feel that the person on the other side was listening very carefully.

What the hell, a voyeur, was driven away by warmth.

He lay on his side on the bed, pressed the phone under his cheek, the rambling voice changed from clear to fuzzy, and finally turned into steady breathing.

The person opposite fell asleep, but Gu Chen still didn't hang up the phone.

The young man's slight and steady breathing could easily soothe the backlog of anxiety and gloom in his heart.

The man turned on the black phone, and the data interface disappeared.

Instead, it was a room shrouded in light ten kilometers away.

There was a single bed in the room, and the person on the bed had tiny beads of sweat on his forehead because the quilt was too tightly covered.

Gu Chen's fingertips moved slightly, and a corner of the quilt was lifted by an invisible force.

The switch at the head of the bed was pressed with a snap, and the silent darkness surrounded the young man on the bed.

After finishing all this, he sat back at his desk and said lightly.

The head of the technical department who waited outside until his legs were numb, kicked his legs a few times and pushed the door open as if he was granted amnesty.

He submitted the various data reports in his hand, and began to explain the details of the project, as well as the results of the last two tests, without any ambiguity.

Their young boss should not be underestimated, but he will understand the relevant professional knowledge of any business involved in the company, and master it well, no less than professionals like them.

Within the group, from the top shareholders to the grassroots employees, no matter how crazy they are, they will behave like cats in front of him.

Everyone had discussed in private why they were so afraid of Mr. Gu.

The answer, no solution.

After the honest explanation, the technical director was as quiet as a chicken, not daring to take a breath.

Gu Chen sat there motionless and silent, so that the atmosphere in the office became more and more tense and anxious.

The supervisor quietly raised his eyes under the cold sweat, his eyeballs almost popped out, he was not dazzled, the big boss was actually staring at the phone in a daze.

The supervisor coughed lightly, "...Mr. Gu."

Gu Chen buckled up his phone calmly. He was in a good mood, and for the first time, he didn't scold anyone.

He also took the initiative to pick up his log pen and marked several data.

He handed over the report, "Inform the others that tonight's overtime work will end early."

The supervisor came out with the report in his hands, with a dazed expression, and it was written all over his face that something explosive must have happened just now.

Miss Secretary leaned forward, "President Song, what's the matter with you, have you been criticized again?"

The supervisor suddenly came back to his senses, and dragged her to the corner of the corridor as if he was afraid that the big boss would hear.

"Mr. Gu asked me to notify everyone to get off work."

He has been in the company for seven years, and it was the first time he was approved by the boss to end overtime work early, and he felt very uneasy, "What's wrong with Mr. Gu, is he sick? Or is there something wrong with our finances, and we can't do it anymore?"

"Bah, don't talk nonsense." The secretary was unpredictable and smiled slightly, "It's a relationship."