Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

The little gangster followed Fang Zhuo, the hair on the back of his head was almost scratched off.

There is no way, he is worried, suspecting that the golden bump is sick.

I've talked to the rooster all the way, whether it's sick or something.

"Hey, are you okay?" The little gangster couldn't help it, "What are you muttering to it along the way, can it understand?"

Fang Zhuo pinched the smashed cockscomb in distress, and didn't intend to respond directly, "It's nothing."

Although the chicken cub had a hard time, it didn't lose much weight. The big one weighed at least seven or eight catties, and it was a bit difficult for Fang Zhuo to hold it.

Resisting the soreness in his arm, he walked another distance, and he dropped his son on the ground, "I can't hold it anymore, you can go by yourself."

The chicken cub hadn't been intimate enough yet, he was holding his father's trouser leg in his mouth, looking up, unwilling to move.

Fang Zhuo had no choice but to hug it again.

Little bastard, "..." Something's wrong.

With his hands behind his back, the little gangster couldn't help touching the paper in his butt pocket. It was a reward list.

From the first day he got the reward list, he had to take it out and look at it several times a day, trying to remember that face.

In case one day you're lucky to run into someone on the street, you won't be able to recognize him.

As a result, God opened his eyes, and he really caught him.

The little bastard became more and more elated as he thought about it, and lightly bumped Xia Zhuo with his arm, "Do you know that those hundreds of dollars are my living expenses for the second half of the month, and you must go home with me now, or else someone will run away and I will go home." Where to find it."

The main reason is that he always feels that Fang Zhuo is a slippery person, and he will run away if he doesn't pay attention.

Fang Zhuo was tired from holding a lump on the street, so he nodded and said, "Okay, you lead the way."

"That's why you trust me?" The little gangster was stunned, "Are you not afraid that I will harm you?"

Fang Zhuo, "Don't be afraid."

Along the way, the gangsters had many opportunities to harm him, but he didn't take action, and instead paid to help Chicken Cub redeem himself.

Which bad guy would be so stupid.

The person in front of him looked at him in a flustered manner, and his heart was not dark.

The little gangster pursed his lips in silence for a while, passed Fang Zhuo, and walked to the front to lead the way.

Their previous location could barely be regarded as the edge of the city center. With the changes in the surrounding buildings, Fang Zhuo can be sure that they have reached the urban-rural junction.

The little gangster's house is not big, but it has all the internal organs.

He asked Fang Zhuo to sit on the sofa and poured him a glass of water.

Fang Zhuo raised his head and took a sip. Feeling the movement in his arms, he smiled awkwardly at the little gangster, "Do you have rice at home? It seems to be hungry."

"Ah?" The little gangster was astonished, and ran into the kitchen to search around, but there was nothing, just a little coarse grain bread, which was still full of scum.

Fang Zhuo stroked the chicken's feathers, "Go and eat."

The chicken cub flew over like a bullet, put its head into the plastic bag, and started to eat it.

The little gangster looked at one person and one chicken, and was suddenly a little uncertain whether to make that call.

Fang Zhuo trusts him so much, he still doesn't despise him as a bastard.

In case the person who issued the reward is Fang Zhuo's enemy, wouldn't it be like pushing him into a fire pit by making this phone call.

It doesn't seem right at all.

"Hello." The little gangster said, his voice hoarse, "What did you do before?"

"A farmer." Fang Zhuo said casually, "I just entered the city, looking for someone."

The little gangster frowned, "Who? Enemies, friends, or relatives?"

Fang Zhuo, "Husband."

gangster,"……"

After talking for a long time, he came to find a man.

After the chicken cubs finished eating the bread crumbs, their stomachs were still empty, and they returned to Fang Zhuo listlessly, and lay still.

The little gangster was dumbfounded, is this really a fucking chicken?

Fang Zhuo picked it up and put it on his lap, "Do you know Gu Chen?"

The little gangster, "Which Gu Chen?"

Fang Zhuo wrote on the table with his fingers dipped in water.

The little gangster took a closer look, took a sharp breath, "You man?"

The person on the other side was a little surprised. Fang Zhuo guessed that apart from the creator of the small world, there might be something else in his identity as a big boss.

Still pretty awesome.

He was wary in his heart, and didn't nod to admit, "No, I'm just curious and asked casually."

Seeing that his expression was serious and honest, the little gangster didn't take it to heart, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Not to mention Central City, everyone in the real world knows Mr. Gu, right? Did you see those stars outside the window? They were all built by him."

The sky outside the window was not yet completely dark, and there were already stars, twinkling in the gray-blue sky.

Fang Zhuo knew that those stars were actually small worlds one after another.

And where you are, is the real world.

"He's in Central City, that's it." The little gangster gave a thumbs up, not referring to bang bang, but the boss.

Fang Zhuo's eyes widened, "It's so hanging."

The little gangster looked at him as if he had never seen the world, and made up his mind again.

This young man was dressed in ordinary clothes, and he did not speak or act like a bad person, nor did he seem to be avoiding enemies... He stood up, took out an ultra-thin mobile phone from his pocket, "I'm going to make a call."

The little gangster walked to the bathroom, leaned his back against the door, and took out the reward list.

The contact number on the reward list starts with 000, and it looks like the ZF functional department.

The thumb poked back and forth on the screen, and when he pressed the last number, he hesitated.

He looked out through the crack of the door.

Fang Zhuo hugged the chicken cub, and was staring at the shining bright spots in the sky outside the window in a daze. He was wondering which "stars" belonged to the world he had been in.

The little bastard looked back, made a decision, and pressed the last number.

Just as he was about to make a call, there was a knock on the door in the narrow living room.

Boom, boom, boom, neither light nor heavy, it looks abrupt in a quiet space.

The little gangster was so frightened that he almost threw the phone out.

He is alone, his friends are basically closed, and he has no outstanding bills lately... At this time of night, who is coming back?

The little bastard turned off the phone screen and went out, raised his index finger to tell Fang Zhuo to be silent.

Fang Zhuo looked at him mysteriously, thought some enemy was outside, and hid behind the sofa with the chicken cubs in his arms.

gangster,"……"

He shook his head, and asked the person outside the door vigilantly, "Who?"

"Community visit." The voice outside the door sounded very friendly, making it easy for people to let their guard down.

The little bastard opened the door, and instantly froze and petrified, "You, you..."

A group of people stood outside the door, all dressed in black suits, with dead faces.

They parted neatly to make way.

Only then did the little gangster see that a car had just stabilized behind the crowd.

The car door was pushed open, and a pair of long legs stepped down.

The little gangster swallowed subconsciously, his eyes followed his long legs all the way up, passed his waist and chest, and finally met a pair of cold eyes.

"Gu Gu Gu..." After thinking for a long time without thinking about the next word, the little gangster turned and ran into the room, and took Fang Zhuo out from behind the sofa.

"Gu Gu Gu..."

"Ah?" Fang Zhuo and Ji Zai looked at a loss.

The little gangster slapped himself backhanded, "Gu Chen, it's Gu Chen, I'm not fucking dreaming, am I?"

The central city is the most prosperous city on the planet, and it is also the political and economic center, where almost all important ZF functional departments are located.

And Gu Chen is one of the most powerful people, the object of countless men and women.

A person so far away unexpectedly appeared at his door.

The little gangster almost fainted, swayed twice, hooked Fang Zhuo's shoulders to support himself.

Fang Zhuo was also stunned, he didn't expect the surprise to come so quickly.

His feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move no matter what. Because he was too nervous, he subconsciously tightened his arms, causing the chick to cluck miserably.

It broke away from the father's embrace, ran out patter, raised its head and stopped at the door, fluttered its wings, and wanted to fly towards the man.

Gu Chen was slightly taken aback when he saw the desolate chicken cub at his feet, then pushed his foot away expressionlessly, and went straight into the room.

Fang Zhuo wandered outside for a long time today, his appearance was not clean and clean, and there was a piece of chicken feather stuck in his head.

Gu Chen's lips twitched, his steps widened, as if a huge wave rushed towards him, engulfing Fang Zhuo.

He hugged the young man tightly, his eyes were red, "I have been looking for you for sixteen days."

When passing through the barrier of time and space, the two were separated due to the impact of powerful energy.

The first thing Gu Chen does when he wakes up is to look for Fang Zhuo's whereabouts.

There are [-] planets in the real world with tens of billions of people. Finding a young man without an ID card among them is like looking for a grain of sand in the vast universe.

He didn't even know whether Fang Zhuo was here or not.

Fang Zhuo smelled like chicken, and Gu Chen didn't dislike him either. He tilted his head and kissed the young man's ear, "Sorry, I'm late."

The muscles on the man's body are flexible, and his body temperature is higher than in other worlds. Fang Zhuo feels like he is holding a big stove, so don't worry too much about it.

He rubbed his face against Gu Chen's chest, and muttered, "No, I just arrived."

"Little liar." Gu Chen rubbed the top of his head, "You showed up at the intersection of East Street at [-]:[-] in the afternoon, and I was three hours late."

Fang Zhuo remembered, he seemed to be waving to Tianyan at that moment.

...like a mental retardation.

The little gangster was in a daze, seeing the two hugging each other tightly, unable to tear apart, he was frightened again, staggered back uncontrollably, and knocked over the trash can.

Fang Zhuo's head shifted, and he met a pair of shocked and frightened eyes.

He tugged at the man's clothes and motioned him to let go of himself, "He is my friend."

The little bastard was picking up trash in a hurry, when he heard the words, he stood up cautiously, "Gu, Mr. Gu."

Gu Chen firmly held Fang Zhuo's hand, and solemnly thanked him.

The little gangster hurriedly waved his hands, "No, I, I actually didn't do anything..."

If he hadn't known that Fang Zhuo was a gold bump, he would have never been able to take him home, let alone pay for chickens, that's something a fool would do.

All of this is based on profit.

Being thanked so sincerely by Gu Chen, the little bastard's face burned hot and he was ashamed.

But on second thought, he couldn't help being a little complacent. If he said what happened today, it would be enough for him to brag about it for the rest of his life.

Those subordinates in black were still waiting outside the door aggressively, which had already attracted quite a crowd of onlookers.

Gu Chen led Fang Zhuo out the door, and Fang Zhuo walked out with the chicken in his arms. This scene looked a bit strange.

But somehow, there is a bit of harmony.

The little gangster stood at the window and watched the two leave, with an extra check in his hand.

Gu Chen's mansion is located at the highest point of Central City, standing by the window overlooking the whole city.

At this time, the lights are on, and the curfew is getting closer, and everyone is rushing home.

Fang Zhuo took a bath for the chicken cub in the bathroom, hugged it and sat on the carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and cleaned the wound on its toe.

The wound was small, but it definitely hurt, and the nails fell off.

"He kicked you?" Fang Zhuo looked gloomy.

The black bean eyes of the chicken cub seemed to be soaked in water, "Hey."

Fang Zhuo was so angry that he was breathing heavily, he couldn't bear to scold this baby pimple usually.

Gu Chen's breathing was heavier than his. He sat down on the spot, spread his legs and sandwiched the young man, and lowered his head to kiss the side of his neck.

Fang Zhuo soon became overwhelmed and forgot all the grievances his son had suffered.

He opened his eyes wide and saw a wave coming towards him.

The tide was coming fiercely, throwing him down from all directions, suppressing him, and washing him from head to toe with warm temperature.

The wave refused to recede for a long time, forcefully squeezed into the gap between the mountains, and drilled into the valley.

Seeing that his father was lying on the ground dying, the chicken cub flapped his wings to rescue him, but was blown away by an invisible wind.

Bang, the door slammed shut.

The chicken cub was so anxious that it jumped and screamed, but the only response to it was always the sound of waves crashing against the mountain peak.

I don't know how long it took before the landslide and tsunami subsided.

Gu Chen lay sideways on the bed, pressed the young man into his arms from behind, and hugged him tightly.

This kind of temperature and realism that penetrates deep into the bones from the outside to the inside can easily drive him crazy.

In the beginning, his Fang Zhuo was indeed just a brotherhood.

One is sixteen and the other is twelve. The former is in the early stages of love, while the latter really has not yet grown up enough to produce love.

He stood aside curiously, watching Fang Zhuo grow up little by little, using his thin shoulders to create a small family that belonged to him and Fang Wei.

Gu Chen couldn't remember when this relationship turned sour.

Maybe it's just a photo taken secretly by stalking, maybe it's the tenacity that shocked him at a young age.

Or, no matter how hard or tired he is, he can always smile easily when facing Fang Wei, so that his younger brother can rely on him without burden.

Gu Chen once secretly laughed at Fang Zhuo's stupidity, the vampire's dislike for him was quite obvious, but he didn't know it at all.

Only later did he realize that he was obviously jealous.

Jealous of the young man's unreserved devotion to another person, but he didn't know from the beginning to the end that someone was watching him non-stop.

Gu Chen tightened the person in his arms, and when he breathed, his breath lightly brushed the young man's hair.

Fang Zhuo scratched the top of his head, touched the man's face, and fell asleep.

Gu Chen buried his head and licked the back of the young man's neck, tightly clasped his hand wearing the ring, and sighed contentedly, "Good night, baby."

When Fang Zhuo woke up, the room was already bright. He looked at the wall clock on the wall, and it turned out that it was only past seven in the morning.

At this point in time, it is not too early in this world, it can even be said to be very late.

Most people, have already started their day at work.

Seeing him squirming on the bed and refusing to get up, Gu Chen asked his assistant to bring a blindfold.

As soon as he put on the blindfold, the person who was still under the quilt a second ago stopped in an instant.

Gu Chen rubbed the young man's hair, his eyes were unbelievably soft.

The assistant standing aside waiting to be dispatched, probably saw this side of the boss for the first time, forgot to leave, just like a big light bulb.

By the time she took countless beats and met Gu Chen's displeased eyes, it was already too late.

During the lunch break at noon that day, the assistant received a notice of dismissal.

It was sent along with all her belongings in the department.

Fang Zhuo didn't know about all this, at that moment he just woke up and returned to the cage, he stretched his waist, feeling refreshed all over.

Walking into the bathroom with bare feet, I found that whether it was a towel or a toothbrush, they were all a pair.

He licked his canine teeth and said to himself, the boss is still the same boss, sullen and cute.

The young man in the mirror restrained his smile and looked dazed.

He forgot that Brother Ah San was gone, no matter what he said in his heart, there would be no response.