Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

233 said, "Wait a minute."

It quickly rummaged through the history of the world, and wanted to replay it for the host, but unfortunately it didn't.

From the time when the host hung up David's phone until he woke up from the bedroom, its memory was blank.

After a little thought, 233 guessed that the boss must be messing around again, and was about to speak, when he suddenly remembered how scary the other party was, and became hesitant again.

Seeing that the system didn't respond for a long time, Fang Zhuo urged, "Is there any?"

233 said, "No, I happened to be offline during that time."

Fang Zhuo wondered, "It's fine, what are you doing offline?"

233 said confidently, "I also need to rest."

The system is online nearly 24 hours a day, which is really tiring, although most of the time is spent playing cassette games.

Fang Zhuo reluctantly accepted its reason, and set his curious eyes on the messenger.

Sensing his gaze, the messenger turned his head and gave a hard look, but quickly looked away under the cold gaze of another pair of eyes.

He got up in a panic, and his voice trembled when he spoke, "I, I'm going upstairs first, don't call me for dinner."

Gu Chen was really terrifying, he was merciless in dealing with people, and he didn't miss the old feelings at all.

The ghost wants to have dinner with him.

He was furious, but when he passed by the butler, he couldn't help but secretly said, "Fu Bo, on time at six o'clock, ask the cook to help me cook a bowl of noodles, plus two fried eggs, three slices of ham... Thank you."

housekeeper,"……"

Gu Chen let out a mocking chuckle, and then clasped Fang Zhuo's fingers, "A tailor will come to your door in half an hour, and will measure your body size for you to make a dress for the banquet the day after tomorrow."

Fang Zhuo responded, and then looked at the messenger who had to hold on to the handrail of the stairs to get up the stairs, reaffirming his previous guess.

He lowered his head and asked Gu Chen, "You really hate him that much?"

Otherwise, he wouldn't beat people to death.

Gu Chen couldn't deny it, Fang Zhuo was puzzled, "Then why didn't you let him go?"

After waiting for a few seconds without an answer, he asked himself, "Is he your former colleague?"

"No." Gu Chen flatly denied it.

Fang Zhuo nodded thoughtfully, and continued to guess along his own train of thought, "From the content of the conversation with him, I can feel that he knows you very well..."

After deliberation, he chose a rather vague statement, "Another you."

"According to your personality, it is impossible to let someone you don't like stay, so I guess, he was sent by...?" Fang Zhuo omitted the key words, but he believed that the man could understand, "To monitor you, Or spy on me?"

Gu Chen raised his hand to caress the young man's neck, rubbing his thumb affectionately on it, "Me."

Fang Zhuo lowered his eyes, a little worried, why did the higher-ups send someone down for no reason, "Brother Ah San, did the boss make any mistakes?"

233 realized that he had been manipulated again, and felt upset. On the basis of Gu Chen's charge of voyeurism, he added another item of illegally tampering with the memory of the auxiliary system.

It said angrily, "Don't ask me, I don't know."

Fang Zhuo was inexplicably clever, "Have you taken the explosives yet?"

There was Gu Chen sitting there, 233 dared not speak out, snorted weakly, and ran away.

Fang Zhuo knew that it was impossible to learn from Gu Chen exactly what mistakes he had made, and the person with greater rules and power would not allow him to speak out.

He sighed, pinched the man's finger and played with it twice, "No matter what happens, I will be with you."

Gu Chen laughed softly, pinched Fang Zhuo's chin, pulled his face down, and kissed him.

In broad daylight, and in the living room again, Fang Zhuo's cheeks were not as thick as in the bedroom, and his old face was flushed.

He glanced at the butler in embarrassment. The old man's eyes were closed with laughter, and his face was flushed, not to mention how happy he was.

Fang Zhuo felt that if he kissed another man again, Forbe would clap his hands and send them into the bridal chamber.

He slid his buttocks down, and sat on a sofa with Gu Chen, leaning his head to the right, staring at the newspaper in the man's hand.

Not long after, the doorbell rang.

The tailor who came was a master craftsman in his 60s.

According to the housekeeper, he is a well-known suit tailor in the local area. He has never had any complaints or dissatisfaction from customers since he was in the business in his 20s. Masters at home and abroad come to visit.

The tailor had a kind face. After entering the door, he greeted Gu Chen, and then looked at Fang Zhuo, "Hi, young master."

Fang Zhuo nodded in greeting, and was dragged up from the sofa by Gu Chen, and pushed to the center of the living room, "Don't tighten the waist too tightly, and the hips of the trousers should be a little looser."

The tailor is a fine individual, so how could he not understand what Gu Chen meant, so he nodded to express his understanding.

He took out the wooden ruler from his belt to the bag, and was careful when measuring, barely touching his body.

The boss is so affectionate, Fang Zhuo couldn't help but make his face hot.

After 5 minutes, the measurement was completed, and the tailor didn't stop at all, so he had to go back and work overtime to make the clothes out.

The butler sent the tailor back and stood back to his original position. He pursed his lips and couldn't help saying, "I'm afraid the young master doesn't know that the old tailor made clothes for the young master before."

As he was talking, the housekeeper's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he remembered something, but he couldn't say it clearly because of Gu Chen's presence.

Fang Zhuo understood, and dragged the butler straight to the garden.

There was a swing in the garden, Fang Zhuo pulled the housekeeper to sit on it, and swayed slowly, "Fu Bo, what did you think of just now?"

The housekeeper said, "I think of the funny things about the young master when he was a child."

Just by looking at the butler's expression, it must be black history.

Fang Zhuo straightened his face, "Say it, I promise I won't laugh, and I won't make small reports."

Guan Wang recalled, "It happened a few days before the accident when the young master was 12 years old. That afternoon, he drew a sketch of a costume and asked me to ask the tailor to make a set, emphasizing that it must be exactly the same."

Fang Zhuo was curious, "He designed it himself?"

The housekeeper shook his head, "It should be drawn according to someone's clothes. The style is very ordinary, but the young master just likes it. He said it was a brother's outfit."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

The housekeeper smiled, "I asked him who is the elder brother and who is the younger brother, but he pursed his lips and refused to say, I think it should be his new friend, but it's a pity, until I left and went abroad, I couldn't meet the young master My new friend. If I see him, I must say thank you to him, so that the young master can live like a normal child during that time, and have the little temper that should be at that age. "

Fang Zhuo felt sour in his heart, where did the hairy boy come from, so charming.

The housekeeper didn't notice his strangeness, and patted his forehead, "I've kept that picture, young master, do you want to see it?"

Fang Zhuo wanted to see it, but he didn't want to.

He was happy that someone could accompany Gu Chen in the past time, but he was very awkward, why wasn't that him.

Fang Zhuo put his feet on the ground and stopped the swing, "Let's see."

The butler whispered, "You wait in the small garden, I'll fetch it for you."

Although the old man is a little older, his legs and feet are very nimble. He quickly returned with the drawing, looked back at the direction of the French window, and quickly handed it to Fang Zhuo.

The butler has a deep affection for Gu Chen. Even an ordinary drawing is wrapped in a layer of plastic and preserved very completely.

The clothes on the drawing paper are indeed very ordinary, old styles, not linked to fashion at all.

Even more than ten years ago, these clothes were bought by very ordinary families.

If you have to find a bright spot on it, it is that there is a dog's head on the chest.

It was a small character in the cartoon, a fierce white bully dog.

Fang Zhuo frowned slowly, feeling that the dog looked a little familiar, somehow feeling that the dog's head should not be here.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, the housekeeper asked in a low voice, "What's wrong, young master?"

Fang Zhuo pointed to the bully dog's head and said, "This should be a patch."

The housekeeper froze for a moment, took the drawing paper and looked at it carefully.

Fang Zhuo said, "My mother bought this kind of patch when I was a child, just paste or sew it on the broken place."

There are many styles, butterflies, kittens, puppies, and English letters, he remembers, remembers... his head suddenly jammed, and he couldn't think of what the flashing thing was just now.

Intuition told him that was important.

The butler stared at it for a long while, then suddenly smiled, "I just said that the dog is a bit out of line, it turned out to be a patch."

When he was sending Gu Chen to school, he saw other children wearing this dress, and he didn't have a dog's head on his chest.

He was wondering at the time, wondering if the young master had added it on a sudden whim, but it turned out to be so.

"The young master was so cute when he was young." The housekeeper lovingly stroked the drawing paper, "It's not like now, I know how to keep a straight face all day long, and only smile when facing you."

Fang Zhuo was immersed in his thoughts and couldn't get out.

Digging hard in his mind, he could only find vague silhouettes.

"Uncle Fu, I have to go out." Fang Zhuo dropped the words, hurried back to the hall, and stopped when passing Gu Chen, "I want to go back to the shared house."

Gu Chen looked at the time on his watch, closed the newspaper and stood up, "I'll accompany you."

Fang Zhuo didn't hesitate, "Okay."

Gu Chen drove the car himself, as usual taciturn, but Fang Zhuo was very strange.

Usually young people would play with their mobile phones as soon as they got in the car, or just chat with him, but today they pursed their lips and didn't say a word, full of preoccupations.

After waiting for the red light, Gu Chen reached out and pinched his face, "What are you thinking?"

Fang Zhuo lowered his eyes and said, "I heard from the butler that you met a new friend at school when you were 12 years old."

Gu Chen, "It doesn't count as acquaintance."

"Ok?"

"I unilaterally think we are friends." Gu Chen said, "He doesn't know my existence."

Probably recalling the interesting childhood memories, the man's soft and deep eyes gave Fang Zhuo the illusion that the other party was looking at another person through him.

But after blinking, he realized that Gu Chen seemed to be just looking at him.

"Why do you say that?" Fang Zhuo, "Since we are friends, we should know each other."

Gu Chen stared down at the steering wheel, his fingers kept tightening, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

"Because I'm afraid," he said.

"Afraid of what?" Fang Zhuo blurted out.

A dissatisfied horn sounded from behind, Gu Chen glanced at the rearview mirror and started the car.

Instead of going straight, he parked the car on the side of the road.

"Do you know when I first met him?" Gu Chen answered irrelevantly, looking into the distance, "At three o'clock in the afternoon on August 2012, 8, I was in the Municipal People's Hospital and saw him for the first time."