Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Zhuo looked back to the direction of the second floor, the man had already left the window.

The room had been locked all the time, and he didn't know it at first, the housekeeper had told him.

"Brother Ah San, what is the boss doing in there?"

"I don't know." 233 said dejectedly, "I can't find out, it may be related to your mission."

"My task?" His task is to get the password and ask the boss to return the gift box to him. Is the box in that room?

233 denied, "The safe where you put your gift box is in Gu Chen's study. I'm sure it's not the room on the second floor."

Fang Zhuo couldn't think of a reason, so he continued to inquire about Gu Chen's affairs with the butler, and asked the butler, "Fu Bo, which elementary school did Gu Chen go to?"

Uncle Fu frowned and thought, "It's a public elementary school, it seems to be called Lin'an Elementary School."

Fang Zhuo's face was blank for a moment, and he burst into surprise, alumni?

Uncle Fu seemed to be recalling something good again, and the corners of his eyes were wrinkled, "The time in Lin'an Elementary School should be the happiest time for the young master.

Every morning, he would put his schoolbag on his back and sit at the door like an ordinary child, waiting for me to send him to school.I think he should have made good friends, or, or have a little girl he likes. "

No, Uncle Fu, you are wrong, the young master of your family is crooked, little girls do not exist, if there are, they are also little boys.

"Unfortunately, the happy time is always short." Uncle Fu's expression darkened, "After going abroad, in addition to treatment and learning various courses, the young master also has to spare time to get in touch with the family business. Happy days are far away from him." farther and farther."

That period of time was heavy for Uncle Fu and Gu Chen, but they had no time to worry and suffer.

His young master is busy growing up, using the fastest speed to make himself stronger and more reliable.

"After that, I never saw the young master smile again,"

"No, there was." He narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling carefully, "On the first day of every month, the young master will be in a good mood, and occasionally smile. The smile is very shallow, and sometimes I can't even notice it. "

"Number one?" Fang Zhuo was curious, "Is it a special day?"

Uncle Fu is old and can't remember many things clearly, he shook his head, "I don't know, maybe that day was special to the young master."

Fang Zhuo was lost in thought.

On the [-]st of every month, the locked room on the second floor, and the system once said that there is a huge amount of energy hidden in Gu Chen, and he even suspects that the other party has interfered with the memory of the world.

Fang Zhuo grasped these points, not knowing how to connect them together, or whether they were related to each other.

But after translating it, in one sentence, his old gong is very mysterious.

This is very much in line with the setting of the domineering president.

The next morning, a team of decoration personnel brought tools and materials to the villa area, and parked the truck outside the villa with the best Fengshui.

Fang Zhuo can take another day off today, lying on the balcony basking in the sun.

When I was about to fall asleep last night, I didn't know what was going on with the man, so I pressed him twice. When I woke up this morning, I found a lot of red marks on my body, especially on my neck.

With a backhand, there is a tooth mark on the back of the neck.

He took a picture with his mobile phone and studied it carefully. The upper and lower teeth marks are very clear, and the middle is bright red from sipping. Even an adult who has only seen pigs running but never eaten pork should be able to guess what happened to him last night.

Gu Chen came over, sat down on the soft couch, pulled him into his arms, and gently massaged the young man's hands and feet.

Fang Zhuo turned over and hugged the man, raised his head, "Gu Chen, what's in that room on the second floor, can I go in?"

Gu Chen picked him up, asked the young man to spread his legs, and straddle his lap, "It's not the time yet."

This is not a rejection, but just telling the youth that you need to wait for an opportunity.

Often behind this sentence, there are huge surprises hidden, such as birthday gifts, Valentine's Day gifts, or engagement rings.

Fang Zhuo's heart was pounding, he wanted to spy, but he had to hold back his curiosity, waiting for the surprise to open, feeling uncomfortable like a cat scratching.

Gu Chen kissed his chin, "I put another new thing in yesterday, you will definitely like it."

A man's level is suitable for fishing. He knows what kind of fish and what kind of bait he likes very well. As long as he takes a shot, he will definitely get something.

Fang Zhuo's appetite was lifted, and he swallowed, not knowing what was inside.

The noise of ping-pong-pong at home was not unreasonable. Gu Chen picked him up, and when he went out, he knelt down on one knee and put on Fang Zhuo's shoes and tied his shoelaces himself. Stare angrily.

Fang Zhuo smacked his lips. Now he has become a real young master. The food is served in front of him, the clothes are matched and placed on the bedside, he drinks juice and eats snacks, and someone delivers them to him.

Almost living as a paralyzed patient.

Looking at the man who was giving bows to the shoes, Fang Zhuo was guilty and embarrassed, and sneaked a look at Fu Bo who was quietly standing aside.

The old man looked at his nose, nose, and heart, as if he hadn't seen anything.

Before this, Gu Chen had never asked for leave to be absent from various company affairs. Even across the Pacific Ocean, he would show his face in video conferences every day.

Now it suddenly disappeared for a whole day and a half, the inside of the group was shaken, and rumors were everywhere.

Some people said that the boss ran away with the money, some speculated that he went to pick up a girl, and some people did not know where to get the news that the company had a financial crisis and was on the verge of bankruptcy.

So when he appeared, everyone's face flashed with astonishment.

This trace of astonishment turned into shock and understanding when he saw the young man behind the big boss.

Miss Secretary is the calmest one.

Stepping on stiletto heels, she followed Gu Chen neatly into the elevator and reported the next arrangement.

By the way, he took the time to glance at the plaster on the back of the young man's neck calmly.

The ointment is stuck in the middle of the back of the neck, the position is very unique, and the inside is probably very informative.

The secretary looked away thoughtfully, pretending not to see it, and continued looking at the tablet to report the itinerary.

This is the first time Fang Zhuo knows that the domineering president is really busy with all kinds of affairs, doing big things every minute and every second, and is extremely busy.

Fang Zhuo said to the system distressedly, "The big brother's money is also bought with blood and sweat, hey."

233 said, "I collected some things for you, it's related to the boss."

The system collects the gossip recordings from various departments downstairs and the pantry.

Fang Zhuo was silent for a long time after listening, looking at the man with wet eyes.

Boss has had a hard time these years. Like robots, they work day and night, constantly expanding their territory, and often work overtime until late at night, so they don’t even have time to eat.

"Why." Fang Zhuo murmured, "He doesn't seem like a person who loves money either."

233 said, "For your sake."

Fang Zhuo was stunned.

233 reminds, "Your fabricated memory is exactly the opposite of your real experience."

"When you first came here, didn't you see it from your memory? You were kicked around like a rubber ball by your relatives when you were young, and finally grew up, and started to work hard for Fang Wei to make money. Your life fell into busyness and poverty. Even Being sick and wanting to take a day off is a luxury."

So Gu Chen worked hard to make money, in order to give him a stable and comfortable life.

The closed elevator doors opened silently.

Fang Zhuo looked up at the man walking in front, his straight back became blurred, something dripped on his face, and when he touched it with his hand, it was tears.

It was like a stone was blocked in my heart, heavy and aggrieved, making it impossible to breathe.It is also like a ball of cotton, warm and soft, and it is willing to suffocate.

He stepped forward quickly and grabbed the man's hand firmly.

Gu Chen froze for a moment, "What's wrong?"

Seeing that the young man's eyelashes were wet, he frowned slightly, and carefully wiped them with his thumbs.

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips and did not speak, suppressing his emotions.

The secretary stepped back wisely, looked down at her toes, and moved her ears, not letting go of any slight sound in the air.

She heard the young man whisper, pleadingly, "You don't have to work so hard in the future, I can make money too."

Probably feeling embarrassed, he added, "Although not too much."

Gu Chen leaned over and kissed, the tip of his tongue brushed against the young man's wet eyelashes, and the corners of his lips drew a very shallow curve.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows at the end of the corridor, sunlight passed through the glass and turned into colors, and passed between the foreheads of the two of them... Seeing this scene, Miss Secretary wanted to shout and run downstairs a few times.

The president is different, falling in love is so fucking flirtatious!

She really wanted to raise her phone, snap a few snaps, and send them to various groups in the company to let everyone know what it means to fall in love.

Gu Chen straightened up, glanced at the secretary who was about to lose his temper, and dragged the young man into the office.

There is a touch of sandalwood in the office, making the whole space quiet and peaceful.

On the desk, documents were piled up like a hill. Before Gu Chen could annotate a few copies, he was called away by a phone call and went downstairs to meet with a partner.

Fang Zhuo found a perfect position on the sofa, nestled and played with his mobile phone, when a call came in suddenly.

It's David.

David was always so blah, he yelled loudly on the phone, "Brother Fang, have you received the audition results yet?"

Fang Zhuo, "..."

I have been doing things for the past two days, and forgot about the business, "No, what's the matter?"

David said, "I received it, but I didn't pass. The crew is quite loving, and there are a few words of encouragement in the back. I think many people received the text message yesterday. You really didn't receive it?"

Fang Zhuo shook his head, "Really not."

"Could you have been passed?" David hissed after finishing speaking, his Brother Fang might have passed, "Wait a minute, I'll help you find out the news."

After hanging up the phone, David found the assistant director who had auditioned last time.

The assistant director was busy admonishing people at the moment, so his saliva flew across the face of the small screen manager opposite him.

David hesitated, and waited until the reprimand was over before he asked flatteringly, "Director Jiang, I want to ask about the results of the last audition, so I came with me to that friend, I wonder if you have any impression?"

The assistant director was relieved by Director Jiang's shout, he slapped his mouth, "I have so many things to do every day, how can I remember that that is your friend."

With his head held high, he saw David wanting to slap him twice.

He smiled and said Fang Zhuo's name, "Do you remember?"

The assistant director was stunned for a moment, and his attitude changed drastically, "What is your friend's background, last time in the corridor, Mr. Gu..."

He glanced left and right, raised his hand, and bent his two thumbs towards each other.

David, "I don't quite understand what you mean, just say whether my friend passed or not."

The assistant director sneered, several people saw the story of the patron whispering to Xiaolong in the corridor that day, yes yes, no no no, what kind of pretense is that.

Thinking this way in his heart, he said with a smile on his face, "The director has surrounded three people, but he hasn't decided which one to use. Let your friend wait."

David asked too much, which three are they?

The assistant director mentioned three names, except for Fang Zhuo, David knew the other two.

One was playing tricks together, and the other was absolutely perfect, it was actually Fang Wei.

When David told Fang Zhuo about this, the person on the other end of the phone almost spit water out of his mouth.

What kind of shit luck, you can run into white-eyed wolves wherever you go.

Fang Zhuo hung up the phone, but couldn't figure it out, why did Fang Wei also come to intervene, just to make him unhappy?

No, it shouldn't be.

That is for the money.

Although he is the male number four, and the number of episodes he appeared in is not many, but if he packs a dozen episodes in a row, even a newcomer who has never shown his face can get more than ten or 20 yuan.

More than enough to pay off debts.

Fang Zhuo remembered last time, the pink skirt standing beside Fang Wei, "Did the pink skirt help him find a relationship?"

233 said yes, "But it should be useless."

There were too many people watching Gu Chen beating someone at the scene that day, but anyone who has been in the society for a few more days and knows a little about the world should not dare to use Fang Wei.

The promise to include Fang Wei was just for the director to sell the pink dress to save face.

Fang Zhuo felt worthless for this girl, "I really fed the dog."

He knows Fang Wei too well, that person is used to being a party member, and he is not soft-boned, now that the girl is willing to pay for him, he will deal with it patiently.

If one day, he meets someone who is willing to give him more resources, Fang Wei will probably throw off his pink dress to cater to another person.

233 said, "No matter what, try to keep your relationship with him as little as possible, the farther away the better."

Fang Zhuo was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Did he kill me?"

"This is the second time you remind me, it's him, right?"

233 didn't say a word again, it was a default.

Fang Zhuo frowned, and his heart sank. He couldn't figure out what happened to make Fang Wei hate him so much that he would kill him.

Half an hour later, Gu Chen came back, carrying a small delicate cake box in his hand.

It contained strawberry cake, which was specially suggested by the secretary.

Fang Zhuo pulled the ribbon and opened the box. The sweet and creamy smell came out, and the white cream was dotted with fresh little strawberries.

He felt a little uneasy, glanced at the man, and asked the system quietly in his heart, "Do you think the boss is weird?"

Before suddenly kneeling on one knee to tie his shoelaces, he felt that something was wrong.

Too gentle, too pampered, okay? It's not the style of a boss at all.

Today's cream cake is even weirder. The two of them are an old couple in so many worlds, and this is the first time a man bought him a small cake.

Fang Zhuo's scalp was numb, and he had a hunch that there was something else going on. .

Sure enough, in the afternoon, something even more frightening came, the boss wanted to invite him to watch a movie, lover seat.

It was a horror movie.

On the screen, the woman is running fast in the dark woods, the sound of panting comes from the surround sound system in all directions, coupled with the eerie music, it makes people feel depressed and tense.

Fang Zhuo wiped the sweat from his forehead, damn it, it was too scary.

This is when 233 helped open the mosaic.

No way, it's no wonder that he has too much brain power. Ever since he accidentally caught a glimpse of a grimace before, whenever the background music plays, that face will automatically come to mind, and he can't drive it away.

The movie is two hours and 10 minutes long, which can be said to be quite tormented.

When Fang Zhuo was freed from the projection hall, he was almost exhausted.

Gu Chen wiped his sweat for him, "Are you scared?"

Fang Zhuo shook his head in a very manly way, "I'm not afraid, it's not scary at all."

Gu Chen stared at him, an imperceptible regret flashed in his eyes, and asked again, "Are you happy today?"

Fang Zhuo blinked, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly realized that the boss was trying to increase his favorability!