Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Gu's employees worked overtime until 09:30 before leaving the company with the permission of the big boss.

Fang Zhuo was already yawning all day long.

He has a big heart, and after discussing the matter with the boss, he forgets about it. Anyway, the soldiers come to block him, and the water comes to cover him. Worrying and worrying in advance is a waste of time.

After being dragged into the car by Gu Chen, Fang Zhuo found a comfortable position, lay on the man's lap and closed his eyes to rest.

One of his arms crossed over the man's right leg, and when his fingers touched something, he squeezed it, and it felt like a pen.

The pen is of medium thickness, probably because it was carried in the man's pocket, and it didn't feel cold through the thin fabric of the trousers.

Fang Zhuo slid his finger along the body of the pen, looked up at the man, "Can I see it?"

This thing is not considered a private item, so it should be visible.

In the end, the man actually refused under his stunned eyes!

Gu Chen squeezed Fang Zhuo's wrist, removed that restless hand from his thigh, and asked an irrelevant question.

"You told me before that Fang Wei once secretly took away the letters and gifts originally addressed to you."

Fang Zhuo stared straight at the pocket of the man's trousers, and let out a "hmm" indifferently.

Gu Chen asked again, "Have you found the sender?"

Fang Zhuo's thoughts were finally diverted successfully.

He turned over, turned his legs into a supine position, stared at the man's chin and said, "No, that letter didn't even have a sender, if it wasn't for the foreign postmark on the stamp, I would have thought it was someone It was stuffed directly in the crack of the door."

Gu Chen teased, "Maybe someone has a crush on you."

Fang Zhuo's eyes widened, "I was only 12 years old at that time! Is the other party a pervert!"

Gu Chen, "..."

The more Fang Zhuo thought about it, the more nervous he felt. If he was really a crush, the other party was not only a pervert, but also a rich pervert. The pen might not only mean a gift, but also hinted at something else.

"Brother Ah San, who wouldn't be really a pervert?"

"Oh, who knows."

Ah San's yin and yang were weird, and he was sarcastic, very much like his attitude when he talked about Gu Chen recently.

Fang Zhuo put his hand on his chest and rubbed it, why did he feel a little flustered.

He quietly raised his eyelids, looked over the man's chin, and placed his gaze on the tip of his nose, "Why did you say that suddenly?"

Gu Chen raised his hand to play with the hair on the young man's forehead, "Just kidding."

Fang Zhuo, "It's not funny, it's scary."

Gu Chen's forehead twitched, "Is it a joke to scare people, or is it scary if the other party really has a crush on you?"

Fang Zhuo stared at the tip of the man's eyelashes, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully.

Recalling the content of the letter, the handwriting was neither bad nor bad, and a pair of stick figures were full of girlishness. From this, he guessed at the time that the sender was a little girl.

Now, Fang Zhuo suddenly had another idea.

The handwriting may have been deliberately done by the other party to confuse the public and prevent him from guessing the identity of the sender.

The four words "wait for me back" are fairly well-behaved, without any emotion, it should be just a simple statement.

As for the stickman in the skirt... Not sure if the one in the skirt refers to him, or the sender himself.

Or it doesn't represent anyone, it's just a random drawing.

Ahhh, headache.Isn't it just a letter, as for such a mysterious game that hides the beginning and the end.

Fang Zhuo frowned, "The sender must be a coward, he didn't even dare to leave his name."

Gu Chen, "..."

He raised his hand and gently combed the young man's short hair, "Maybe." There was a not-so-obvious stiffness in his voice.

Fang Zhuo had a strange expression on his face. He wanted to prop up his upper body to see the boss's expression, but was pushed back to his legs by the other party.

The man warned in a deep voice, "Don't move around."

Fang Zhuo froze, realizing that his head was in an awkward position, he quickly moved his body, and put his head back on the boss' golden thigh.

The driver has experienced ups and downs, and has changed from initial surprise to current calmness. He drove without squinting the whole time, as if he was a deaf person.

At a quarter past ten, the car finally drove into the villa area.

When passing by the small garden in the center of the villa area, Fang Zhuo saw several security guards lined up side by side, and a man with glasses in a suit and leather shoes was reprimanding them.

Fang Zhuo leaned on the window and watched for a while, until the car drove into his small garden and could no longer see the situation behind him, so he turned his eyes away.

After entering the room, the butler brought hot water for the two of them, folded his hands in front of him, and started to gossip about today's new things in the villa area.

Gu Chen was not interested in these things, so he got up and went upstairs.

Fortunately, Fang Zhuo was very face-saving, "You said there were thieves in our neighborhood?"

The housekeeper nodded, "The power grid in the back mountain was dug out without anyone noticing a big dog hole. It was discovered this evening during a routine mountain patrol by the property owner. No, the property manager called all the security guards back. They were punished by standing for three hours, and then they began to train people."

"The thief must have been watching us for a long time." The butler lowered his voice, as if he knew some terrible secret, "The location of the dog hole is very tricky, it happens to be a blind spot for monitoring."

"If it wasn't for the collusion between the inside and outside, that thief must be a very smart person, because he needs to have strong computing power to calculate the precise location of the monitoring blind spot."

Fang Zhuo, "... Uncle Fu, I can hear that you admire him very much."

The housekeeper, "No, the young master overheard."

Fang Zhuo stopped talking and stared at the water glass in a daze. Unexpectedly, Fang Wei really had two brushes.

It's a pity that the brushes are not used in the right way, but in crooked ways.

Suddenly footsteps sounded from behind.

Fang Zhuo and the housekeeper looked back together, and the guest whose name is still unknown was going to the kitchen listlessly, without even the energy to take a look.

"Fu Bo, what's the matter with him?" Fang Zhuo asked in a low voice.

The butler bent down and also said in a low voice, "I don't know."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

Butler, "But every morning, I can hear strange noises coming from the guest room."

The old man glanced at the messenger's back and covered his mouth with his hands, "It sounded like a heavy object falling to the ground."

Fang Zhuo, "Huh?"

Butler, "And this gentleman stays in the room all the time except for the meal time. He doesn't make a sound, and he doesn't need someone to clean up."

It's too weird.

Fang Zhuo asked the system, "Do you know what's going on?"

233,"Unable to verify."

Fang Zhuo was not too surprised. Ever since the unnamed person chatted with him last time, he knew that this person was also from outside this world, and it was normal for Ah San to not be able to verify.

At this moment, the sound of shambling footsteps came from the direction of the kitchen.

Fang Zhuo looked up, the man was haggard and hunched, like a seriously ill patient.

Sensing the strange gaze, the messenger turned his head to look over, his face was full of sadness, and there was even a little bit of hidden anger.

This trace of anger overflowed completely from the heart.

There was no way, this emotion had piled up too much in his heart, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

Since moving in, every morning when he wakes up, his body will start to decompose from the feet up.

Once or twice is actually nothing. After more times, the sequelae after reorganization will gradually increase.

Let alone meddling in his own business now, it is difficult for him to even catch his breath.

I have to say, Gu Chen's move is really too poisonous.

The messenger pointed weakly at Fang Zhuo, originally wanting him to say some harsh words to Gu Chen, but the words suddenly changed when they came to his mouth.

"Good luck kid."

That's right, he is a coward!

Fang Zhuo is a young man in his 20s, it is embarrassing and weird to be called a child.

The messenger seemed to see what was going on in his heart, raised his eyebrows, and a radiance suddenly shone on his dying face.

Like a wounded patient on the verge of death, he moved to Fang Zhuo step by step.

"My age is countless times older than yours, and Gu Chen's is older than me. You are a child no matter in my eyes or his eyes."

The messenger laughed wickedly, supported his old waist, and half-climbed up the stairs.

The housekeeper was deaf and didn't hear what the messenger said, but from the young master's expression, it must be something bad.

"Young master, that person has no good intentions at first glance, you must not be provoked by him." The housekeeper was worried, fearing that Fang Zhuo would listen to the slander and run away from home.

Fang Zhuo glanced at the butler with complicated emotions, and sighed in his heart, "Brother Ah San, what he said is the same as what you said last time?"

233 hummed, "I told you he's big, you don't believe me."

Fang Zhuo swallowed a mouthful of old blood, looked upstairs, it turned out that it was really an old cow eating tender grass.

Early the next morning, David called to ask Fang Zhuo if he had finished reading the script.

Fang Zhuo frankly said, "I didn't read it, I'll give you an answer in three days, okay?"

In the past few days, he has been restless and impatient, and he has not taken the time to look at it, let alone make an accurate judgment.

David was silent and asked him, "Are you hiding something from me?"

Fang Zhuo didn't want to involve him, and denied that he didn't, "Don't worry, if you really need help with something, I will definitely mention it to you."

The good tone of our two brothers was very useful to David. He nodded, remembering that he couldn't see him, and said hello again, "I will pick you up at six o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow for the finale banquet."

Fang Zhuo hung up the phone and glanced out the French window, there was no suspicious person.

Now that the property has discovered the dog hole under the power grid, it should be sealed up soon, and it is impossible for Fang Wei to come in again.

Sure enough, in the afternoon, a small truck drove into the villa area, loaded with cement and red bricks.

The property intends to build a low wall with bricks, and then put the power grid on top. At the same time, an alarm is added to the power grid. Once it is triggered, the security department will receive the alarm and rush over as soon as possible.

Now, let alone humans, even mice can't even think of getting in.

Therefore, the white-eyed wolf wanted to sneak into the villa area again, and the possibility of contacting Fang Zhuo was almost zero.

Fang Zhuo leaned on the sofa and sipped his saliva, "Brother Ah San, is there any news from Fang Wei?"

233 said no, "After you left, he tried to call, but he couldn't get through, and he didn't reply to the text messages he sent."

Fang Zhuo asked, "What about the money I gave him?"

233 said, "Separate it from your ex, keep it in your pocket."

Fang Zhuo rubbed the center of his brows, feeling a headache, who would have imagined that after Fang Wei was forced to a dead end, the double merchants would grow like crazy, and his guard was too heavy.

Looking at it this way, the possibility of catching someone before the finale is a bit slim.

Today happened to be the weekend, Gu Chen didn't go to the company, he didn't know what he was doing upstairs, and there was no sound at all.

Fang Zhuo raised his head and stared at the ceiling for a while, then turned his head and asked the housekeeper who was following him everywhere, "Where's Gu Chen?"

The butler lowered his eyes and said, "In the study, I'm discussing things with that gentleman."

I asked the system again, and the system said the same.

Fang Zhuo sneered in his heart, discussing some shit, maybe the two were fighting again.

He got up and went upstairs, but was stopped by the housekeeper, "Young master, sir ordered you to stay downstairs."

This is the first time that a man has explicitly restricted his movements, Fang Zhuo frowned, "I want to go to the second floor."

"Not on the second floor either." The housekeeper pushed him down on the sofa as if coaxing a child, and raised his hands to clap in the air.

After the applause, a middle-aged woman pushed a dining cart out of the kitchen.

Fang Zhuo looked over, thinking that this must be the cook who never showed up.

The cook pushed the dining cart to the side of the coffee table, and placed the small plates in front of Fang Zhuo one by one.

Exquisite pastries, spicy snacks, and iced mung bean soup to relieve heat and clear heat.

The butler stuffed the fork and chopsticks into Fang Zhuo's hands, "Young master, eat slowly, and when you finish eating, we will finish talking about the elder master."

Fang Zhuo was so angry that he wanted to throw his chopsticks, and he couldn't help swallowing because of the smell.

He squeezed his chopsticks tightly and began to eat bitterly.

233,"That's all you can do."

Fang Zhuo, "This is the most correct choice. When did I ever hear you talking with that brother? Anyway, it's useless to go up. It's better to eat and drink here."

As soon as the word "drink" came out, the housekeeper stuffed a can of iced Coke into his hand, then found the remote control to turn on the projector and screen, and played a movie.

Fang Zhuo looked at the butler, it's okay, Uncle Fu, you understand.

After a movie ended, Gu Chen and the messenger finally went downstairs.

The two of them were more or less hanged, especially the messenger.

His face was blue and purple, he rushed to Fang Zhuo aggressively, and said angrily, "Sooner or later you will kill him!"

The butler immediately blocked Fang Zhuo behind him, while Gu Chen took the messenger's clothes and threw him onto the sofa with his knees against the other's chest, absolutely suppressing him.

Fang Zhuo was a little confused, and looked at Gu Chen, "What do you mean?"

Gu Chen glanced at the butler, who was taken aback for a moment, and then slashed Fang Zhuo's back with a knife.

The young man rolled his eyes, his body lost the strength to support him, and he leaned softly on the housekeeper.

Without the young master's order, the butler didn't dare to help, and stood on the spot like a wooden stake to support Fang Zhuo, preventing him from falling to the ground.

Gu Chen let go of the suppression, and stared at the messenger darkly, "If I find you talking nonsense again, I will cut your tongue off."

The messenger didn't take it seriously. His body was made of code. At worst, he wrote a new code and his tongue grew out again.

Gu Chen saw through the other party's thoughts at a glance, and pinched his neck with five fingers.

With just a slight retraction, the messenger rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue.

The butler's face had long since lost the peace and kindness of facing Fang Zhuoshi, and he watched his master's behavior indifferently.

Gu Chen leaned closer, his eyes were as dark as a sky without stars and moons, it was pitch black.

"I have many ways to make you speechless forever, try?"

The messenger twitched in fright, rolled his eyes even more, and forced out a word from his choked throat, "No, I don't want to try, I promise I will keep my mouth shut in the future."

Gu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, let go of his hands, and the butler took out a snow-white handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over.

Gu Chen took it, and wiped his hands slowly, "Do you still want to stop me?"

The messenger covered his throat and coughed a few times, waved his hands and said, "No, you are the boss, you can do whatever you want, but don't forget what you promised me just now, if the higher-ups pursue it, you will take care of it."

Gu Chen watched him not speak, and the messenger lowered his head, "Okay, I'll take care of it myself."

The butler was confused, but didn't ask any questions. It wasn't until the young man who was leaning on him was taken away that he came to the messenger with apology and concern, "Sir, do you need to bandage it?"

The messenger lifted up his clothes, revealing the large bruises on his belly and ribs, "I'm in trouble."

As the creator, Gu Chen can control everything in this world, and naturally he can prevent his wounds from healing.

The messenger grinned and complained to the housekeeper, "Fu Bo, Gu Chen has such a bad temper, have you ever thought about resigning? Why don't you do it with me? When you retire, I'll send you abroad for retirement, and I'll hire someone to take care of you."

The housekeeper pressed his hand that was soaked in medicinal liquor hard on him, the messenger trembled in pain and almost bit off his tongue.

"Sir, it's best to talk less, so as to help the wound recover and heal."

The messenger took a few breaths, huddled on the sofa and didn't say a word. In this damn place, the master and the servant are both devils. It would be interesting to have a kid, but it's a pity that it belongs to Gu Chen.

Upstairs, bedroom.

Gu Chen put Fang Zhuo on the bed, looked at it for a while, and then pointed his finger on the young man's forehead.

After a while, he moved his fingers away, and there were more balls in his hand.

233 stared at the man in front of him in bewilderment, looked at Fang Zhuo, then looked down at the palm supporting him, and suddenly remembered.

"It was you who stole the host's emotions!" The code in the ball became active too quickly because of its excessive emotions.

I really didn't expect that the boss would degenerate to such an extent, not only peeping, but also stealing things.

Gu Chen raised a finger, "Hush."

233 was stunned, "What do you mean?" Then he saw a finger stretched out towards him.

Fingers penetrated into the code, and after a mess, 233 lost its glory and was forcibly shut down.

Fang Zhuo woke up after more than half an hour.

He rubbed his forehead and sat up, looking around blankly, "Brother Ah San, didn't I talk to David on the phone downstairs before? Why are you on the bed."

233 said, "You fell asleep not long after you hung up the phone, and it was Gu Chen who carried you up."

After the system finished speaking, the system let out a sigh, and was a little puzzled why he said that. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out why, so he put the question aside and ran to play games.

Fang Zhuo looked at the uncle in overalls jumping up and down on the TV screen, the corners of his mouth twitched, he rubbed the slightly tingling back of his neck, and wandered downstairs.

Gu Chen was reading a newspaper in the hall downstairs, the sunlight passing through the tall trees outside the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the ground, leaving mottled and beautiful shadows.

The messenger was also leaning on the sofa, facing the sun, with bruises on his face, it hurts just looking at it.

Fang Zhuo didn't go to look for Gu Chen, he went into the kitchen, wanted to pour a glass of water, and happened to meet the housekeeper making coffee.

The butler made coffee very professionally, and also pulled beautiful flowers.

He handed one of the cups to Fang Zhuo, "Refreshing."

Holding a coffee cup, Fang Zhuo pouted towards the hall, "What's going on?"

The butler was taken aback, "You don't remember?"

"Should I know?"

"No, that's not what I meant." The butler put the brewed coffee on the tray and said in a low voice, "Just now the young master had a discussion with that gentleman. It was a bit loud, I thought you heard it."

Fang Zhuo regretted in his heart that such a wonderful picture was actually fell asleep.

He took the tray from the housekeeper, "I'll do it."

The housekeeper looked at the back of the young man who turned around, and was puzzled. At that time, the young master hadn't fainted yet, so why did he wake up from sleep and not remember anything.

"Uncle Fu." Gu Chen suddenly said, "Help me take down the documents on the desk."

The housekeeper was stunned, and immediately understood that the young master was afraid that he would say something wrong and cause the young master to be suspicious.

Fang Zhuo looked back at the housekeeper who was going upstairs, handed the coffee to Gu Chenxiang, and then handed another cup to the messenger, and when he took a closer look, the injury on the other's face became clearer.

The scariest thing was the pinch mark on the opponent's neck, one could almost imagine how ruthless Gu Chen's strike was.

This is not a match, it is simply wishing to kill someone.

Fang Zhuo's heart trembled, and he sat down on the armrest of Gu Chen's sofa, "Brother Ah San, do you know what happened?"