Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Zhuo quietly went back to the room, savored the touch of the male protagonist's skin, and then touched his own face.

There is really a big difference between the age of eighteen and nineteen and the age of thirties, not only the skin is a little rough, but also the body and energy.

A terrible thing like time can turn small fresh meat into old bacon, and it can also sharpen a butcher's knife into a real sword, it depends on how you fight against it.

Although the original owner's body wasn't completely riddled with holes, it was almost hollowed out by the night parties for several years in a row.

He should pay more attention to his future work, rest and diet, and he must not die before the plot line is over.

Fang Zhuo touched the milk cup, it was still hot, he licked his teeth, and continued to dry with his head up.

After drinking the warm milk, Fang Zhuo's eyelids began to twitch. He pulled himself together and asked the system to call out the message he had just received.

[Successfully established a relationship with the protagonist. 】

[The plug-in has not yet been delivered. 】

[This cheating: Shadow. 】

Seeing the last item, sleepiness flew away, "Shadow?"

233, "Yes, but I haven't received a specific briefing on this cheat, it should be the latest one."

Anyway, it’s not for his own use, and whether he has a profile or not has little effect on him. Fang Zhuo no longer struggles with this question, “What is the delivery method?”

[This time, the host has a special relationship with the protagonist, and the delivery method has been changed to obtain the protagonist's trust.When the trust value reaches 10, the cheat will be dispatched automatically. 】

This is to urge him to be a good papa from the side, and the system is also well-intentioned.

"Understood, good night."

Fang Zhuo put down his words and fell into a deep sleep within 3 minutes.

The Lu family started out as a shipping company, and when they had a certain strength, they began to develop foreign trade business by taking advantage of their convenience and advantages in transportation.

In a place like Beicheng where officials and businessmen gather, it can be ranked at the upper middle level.

So there was no need to wait until Xing Sen came back from school in the afternoon. Early in the morning, mother Lu's brand-mates and sisters had already come to the door. The four of them got together to chat about cosmetics, jewelry, and finally their son.

One of the wives glanced left and right, but did not find the youngest son of the Lu family. "Did Lu Xun come back again? I haven't seen him for almost half a year since the last time."

When it came to the younger son, Lu's mother didn't feel helpless or frowning like before, but smiled happily and said, "I'm back, I'm back, I heard his brother said he came back in the early morning."

Xing Sen's youngest son never showed up for his birthday, and she didn't have much hope for yesterday's phone call, who knew that his youngest son would surprise her.

Fang Zhuo propped his arms on the guardrail on the second floor, brewing, and shouted, "Mom."

Mother Lu raised her head when she heard the words, and saw his son standing there refreshingly, her eyes lit up all of a sudden, and she blamed, "What time does it take to get up."

Fang Zhuo went downstairs, said hello to the aunts present, and said embarrassedly, "I overslept."

He raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was already 10:30, "Mom, I'm going out for a while."

Lu's mother thought that he was going out to hang out with those two cronies again, so her face sank and her tone became severe, "Come back early."

Fang Zhuo went to the garage, and instead of choosing the bright red supercar that the original owner usually drives, he chose an ordinary black car, and drove directly to a famous pen store.

Xing Sen is not short of clothes, shoes and electronic products. I guess he is not interested in these things, Fang Zhuo thought, just choose something practical.

By the time he came out with his bag in hand, it was already 11:25, just in time to pick him up from school.

The car was stuck all the way, walking all the way, and finally arrived at the school before twelve o'clock.

There are huge crowds of people at the gate of the school, and many parents who live far away come to pick up their children in person.

Fang Zhuo held the steering wheel and looked out of the car eagerly, afraid of missing it. After looking at it for a long time, he felt that it seemed that he was not sincere enough.

"I think to make Xing Sen trust me, he must first let him know that I am sincere to him."

233, "I have an idea, I wish you success, and be a good father."

Fang Zhuo lifted his spirits when he heard the word "father", he opened the car door and stepped out with his legs.

The scorching sun above the head, the parents who pick up the person are either holding an umbrella or sitting in the car waiting. Fang Zhuo's upright poke there is a bit eye-catching, especially he is still wearing a white shirt. When the sun shines on him, the white is dazzling. Xing It was hard for Sen not to see him.

Fang Zhuo's eyes were sharp, and he saw the boy immediately, and shouted, "Xing Sen, this way."

The boy next to Xing Sen saw Fang Zhuo and asked curiously, "Who is this person?"

Xing Sen didn't answer, his eyes passed through the crowd, and he looked straight at Fang Zhuo.

He was a little confused last night, but now he finally found out that Lu Xun was unusual, he was deliberately getting close to him...

"I'll go first." Xing Sen dropped his words and walked towards Fang Zhuo.

Seeing the other party's cooperation, Fang Zhuo subconsciously wanted to laugh, and held back, he was trying to shape his father's image of being strict on the outside and loving on the inside, so he couldn't break the merits.

Not long after he sat in the car, Xing Sen also sat in, but in the back seat.

Fang Zhuo paused the hand that picked up the mineral water bottle, the pause was very standard, the hand just hung above the exquisite paper bag, and then passed it back to Xing Sen.

Xing Sen's eyes paused with his movements and landed on the paper bag, his eyes were cold without any curiosity.

Interesting, more calm than ordinary high school students, Fang Zhuo restrained his expression, "Drink some water first, what do you want to eat at noon?"

Xing Sen unscrewed the bottle and took a sip, "Whatever."

Fang Zhuo: "..."

The most difficult thing in the world is to be casual, which makes people have nowhere to speak. When they are in a bad mood, they will become irritable when they hear these two words.

Fang Zhuo can't be irritable, he has to brush his son's favorability, so he has a good temper and takes out his mobile phone to see what to eat around the circle.

"Go eat Malatang." Thinking of the taste, Fang Zhuo licked his mouth greedily.

The tip of the tongue just popped out, but was quickly retracted.

Xing Sen didn't have any opinion, and kept a straight face all the time.

Fang Zhuo glanced at him from the rearview mirror, his thick black eyelashes were drooping quietly, the tip of his nose was straight and straight, and his slightly thin lips were slightly pursed by the young man, not very happy.

In the next second, the eyelids were lifted up, pure black eyes with a sharp edge.

"What are you looking at?"

Fang Zhuo said honestly, "My son is so handsome, there must be many girls in school chasing him."

Lu Xun never really regarded him as his son. Xing Sen knew it was a joke, but he didn't find it funny, and even felt a little bored.

Especially when he saw the man smiling, he felt an inexplicable irritability in his heart, which he suppressed abruptly.

Fang Zhuo's scalp was numb, his heart was tense, and the hairs all over his body exploded.

This is a conditioned reflex formed by him to the protagonist after several worlds.

Lu Xun is a rich second generation who pays attention to enjoyment. He would not take his son to eat in a roadside cart, but chose a restaurant.

After he finished ticking off what he wanted to eat, he handed the pen and menu to Xing Sen. Xing Sen shook his head, "Same as you."

So Fang Zhuo changed every dish into two servings.

After ordering, the two faced each other, looking at each other without words, Xing Sen directly ignored the person in front of him, Fang Zhuo was embarrassed, he didn't know how to close the distance between them.

"How's your study going? Have you decided which school to take?" Fang Zhuo considerately scalded Xing Sen's bowls and chopsticks with the water in the pot.

Xing Sen looked away, and said flatly, "It's okay, T is big."

Look at his tone, full of confidence, Fang Zhuo was relieved, "Don't have any psychological pressure, I will take you out to play after graduation."

I don't know what Xing Sen thought of, his eyes were gloomy, and his brows were also frowned, "What do you want to do?"

Of course it’s a cheat for you. It’s a great thing, but it’s a pity that I can’t say it.

Fang Zhuo looked serious, "I watched a family movie a few days ago and wanted to return to my family."

Xing Sen: "..."

233, "He will only be a ghost if he believes in you."

Fang Zhuo snorted twice, and continued, "A few years ago, I didn't mean to be indifferent to you, but I suddenly had a son, and I didn't get used to it, and I didn't know how to get along. In a blink of an eye, you were eighteen."

As he spoke, he really became sad, and wanted to pick up some interesting stories about Xing Sen's childhood, but he didn't remember them.

"Actually, we can get along like friends or brothers, what do you think?" Fang Zhuo suggested.

Xing Sen narrowed his eyes, "Yes."

At this time, the dishes came, Xing Sen picked up the bowls and chopsticks that had just been scalded by Fang Zhuo, and put his fingertips on the bottom of the bowl, it was still hot.

The taste of Malatang is good, Fang Zhuo was still holding his father's face at first, but then he threw off his arms and started doing it.

In contrast, Xing Sen's behavior is much more refined, slow and orderly, like a young master who abides by etiquette.

Fang Zhuo's eyes changed, and he asked the system, "Can you provide Xing Sen's information?"

233 said, "No."

Fang Zhuo said righteously, "One of the core values ​​is diligence and thrift. You know something, but you still insist on spending money to find a private detective. Third brother, this is very disharmonious."

The system fell silent, probably for review, but soon it changed its tune and said, "Yes."

A light screen appeared in front of Fang Zhuo's eyes, densely packed with words, everything from Xing Sen's childhood to adulthood was on it, definitely more detailed than what a private detective could find out.

He scanned a few lines, doubting his eyes a little.

Fights, brawls, temper tantrums?

Fang Zhuo glanced at the person opposite, tsk, I really can't tell, he is cold and gentle, he doesn't look like a problem boy at all.

He then looked down.

Xing Sen's parents were both from a scholarly family, and they worked together in a biological company. The family was well-off and harmonious. Until he was ten years old, he witnessed the tragic scene of someone breaking into his home and brutally killing his parents.

After his parents were buried, Xing Sen became a football, kicked around by relatives, and tasted the warmth and coldness of human feelings.

This kind of life lasted for three or four years, and Mother Lu appeared.

Xing Sen's appearance at home is completely different from that at school. His grades are indeed very good, but it does not mean that he is a well-behaved baby.

He is very good at measuring, and every time there is a fight, he can pick himself up completely, stepping on the red line of "please parents".

Fang Zhuo exclaimed after reading it, "Awesome, this is the perfect combination of the legendary gentleness and wildness."

233, "Don't be shy, think about how to attack."

Fang Zhuo tapped his finger on the table unconsciously, "Rebellious is because he is not understood, Xing Sen must be pretending to be serious."

Facing him, Xing Sen looked at Fang Zhuo's fingers intentionally or unintentionally, tapping non-stop, whether he was thinking or nervous.

His eyes darkened, he put down the bowls and chopsticks, picked up his schoolbag and hung it on his shoulder, "I've finished eating, let's go to school first."

Fang Zhuo came back to his senses, "I'll see you off."

Xing Sen said without looking back, "No need."

The little boy has long legs and big steps, Fang Zhuo didn't catch up.

He stood still and watched the young man leave, and became more and more sure of his previous guess. Xing Sen hated him, and was even a little wary.

why?

It seems that Lu Xun didn't even say a few words to him, but there is no unreasonable hate in the world, the original owner must have touched Xing Sen's thunder point without knowing it.

If this is the case, this trust value will be too difficult to obtain.

-

Xing Sen's birthday banquet hosted a lot of people. Before six o'clock, there were already many people attending the banquet on the lawn in the back garden.

Among them were friends from the Lu family's business, as well as Xing Sen's classmates.

The original owner, Bai Yueguang's family, who had been hiding in his heart for more than ten years, was a family friend with the Lu family, so he naturally came here with his parents.

When he saw Fang Zhuo, he smiled slightly, "Long time no see, Lu Xun."

As soon as Fang Zhuo saw the white moonlight, he wanted to rush up and punch him twice.

Bai Yueguang's name is Song Guangyue, and the original owner kept his body clean for 30 years, not to mention eating meat, and has never even held anyone's hand.

He raced cars, drank and played extreme sports, but never messed with sex, in order to give Bai Yueguang a good impression.

However, Song Guangyue was not a good person. Although he was always gentle and kind, he was always emotionally ambiguous.

Knowing that the original owner liked him, he didn't agree or refuse, and he hung up and didn't give permission.

The original main reason was because of his ambiguous attitude, if he lost his temper for ten days and half a month and ignored him, Song Guangyue would take the initiative to contact him, and casually said "Aren't we best friends?" Foolishly leaned forward.

Now that the core has been replaced by Fang Zhuo, it is impossible for him to get together.

And probably because of the absence of his sweetheart's ultra-thick filter, Fang Zhuo didn't feel that Song Guangyue's smile was like a spring breeze.On the contrary, he clearly saw that when the other party looked at him again, there was no smile in his eyes.

This is somewhat different from the Bai Yueguang that the original owner kept in his heart.

Fang Zhuo put away his thoughts, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the man walking towards him. He turned his head and pretended not to see him, and walked in the opposite direction with his wine glass.

Song Guangyue frowned, and tightened his grip on the cup, wondering why this man was so awkward.

His gaze scanned the hall and walked towards Lu Yan.

It is said to be a birthday party, but it is actually a social occasion. The Song family has recently intended to cooperate with the Lu family, and they just took advantage of today's opportunity to make more connections.

Lu Yan didn't have a good impression of his younger brother, but he admired his younger brother. The two exchanged a few words and then talked about business.

Fang Zhuo walked around and came back, and saw the two talking happily, especially Song Guangyue, his face was full of smiles.

Just as he was about to go around the pillar and eavesdrop, when he passed the balcony, he happened to see Xing Sen being confessed.

The girl blushed, and following Xing Sen's cold refusal, her little face quickly turned pale, and tears dripped down her face.

"No, it's okay." The male god was embarrassed, so she shook her head with a forced smile, and finally couldn't bear the embarrassing atmosphere, and ran away, covering her mouth.

Hey, silly girl, your male god doesn't like you, not because you are bad, but because your gender is wrong.

Fang Zhuo shook his head and sighed, and was about to leave when Xing Sen stopped him.

Xing Sen couldn't call his father, and for some reason, Lu Xun blurted out the words.

Fang Zhuo didn't care, he turned around holding the cup and looked at Xing Sen, "Huh?"

When the man said "um", his lips were hooked slantingly, a little ruffian.

Xing Sen pinched his fingers, "Don't tell grandma what happened just now."

"Afraid that I will make a small report?" Fang Zhuo smiled. He stepped forward and grabbed the boy's shoulders. "What are you afraid of? Is it normal for high school students to fall in love? But you have to be careful, understand?"

Xing Sen pushed the hand on his shoulder away, "I don't understand."

The gloomy face did not have the slightest sunshine that should be at this age, even hostile.

In Xing Sen's eyes, perhaps only Lu's mother is a relative, because Lu's mother gave him the most warmth after his parents died. As for the original owner and his brother, both of them probably stay in the category of "knowledge".

Fang Zhuo was not repelled by the other party's indifference, but became a little interested, sipped his red wine and asked him, "You don't like me, why?"

There was a strange flash in Xing Sen's eyes, but he didn't speak.

Fang Zhuo thought for a while and asked him, "Because I'm an idiot?"

Cowardly and incompetent people are indeed not likable, Fang Zhuo let out a long sigh, feeling disappointed that the whole world doesn't understand me.

"Not fighting or grabbing is my attitude in life. Of course, I also have things that I am willing to fight for." Fang Zhuo made a breakthrough in acting at this moment, and Xing Sen was taken aback by his serious expression.

He asked, "For example?"

Fang Zhuo sipped the sour red wine on his lips, and said in a meaningful voice, "Guess, there will be a prize for guessing right."