Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

After breakfast, Fang Zhuo sent Xing Sen to school as usual, and then went to a club in the city center.

Although the original owner was not interested in the company, he also knew the truth of sitting and eating, so he partnered with someone to open this club, which is quite famous in Beishi.

The clubhouse usually opens late, and when Fang Zhuo arrived, the two magnificent golden doors were still closed.The two welcome guests were holding towels and wiping them quickly.

The welcome guest saw that he had a strange face, but he didn't react for a while, and when he remembered that this was the boss, he quickly called the people inside.

Some of the staff who were busy until the early hours of the morning were too lazy to walk home at night, and lay directly on the sofa in the lobby. When the bar phone rang suddenly, they all jumped up in fright.

Then I saw a well-dressed young man walking in.

Everyone rubbed their eyes, I'll go, isn't this the boss who has never shown his face except for the opening?

"Young Master Lu, why are you here?" The manager got up from the sofa in a daze, and ran towards Fang Zhuo while putting on his coat.

Fang Zhuo raised his head as a greeting, and bluntly stated the purpose of coming today, "Take out the account book, and I will check it."

The manager put his hands on his clothes, and his eyes almost popped out. Did this young master take the wrong medicine today?

Seeing him standing still, Fang Zhuo frowned, "Why, I can't call you?"

"No, no, no." The manager hurriedly denied, "You go to the office first, and I'll bring it to you right away."

The two bosses of the bar are both hands-off shopkeepers, and there are some scheming people below, so they take advantage of this loophole, put money from the government in their pockets from time to time, or cooperate with wine merchants to buy low-quality or low-priced wine and get high kickbacks.

The manager was trembling all over as he searched through the ledger, praying silently that the accountant would balance the ledger perfectly.

In Fang Zhuo's memory, his mathematics has been bad since he was a child. Of course, his brain is broken now, and he can't remember exactly how bad he is.

But when he saw the ledger full of numbers and began to be dazzled, he was sure that his math grades must be a shame to the teacher.

Fortunately, he has a plug-in, and the system quickly calculates his monthly income and expenses.

Really found the problem.

The manager had a guilty conscience and tried his best to keep calm.

However, the person in the boss chair frowned or clicked his tongue every one or two minutes. These subtle noises always gave him the illusion that Second Young Master Lu saw something.

"Senior Manager." Fang Zhuo put down the account book, tapped his fingers on the table, and said lazily, "How are you doing recently?"

The manager didn't know why, so he clenched his wet fist and said, "Thanks to you, everything is fine."

"How's your sleep? Does it taste good?" Fang Zhuo pursed his lips, as if he was chatting with someone.

The manager's face stiffened for a moment, and he nodded hurriedly, "Sleep well, and eat well."

Fang Zhuo groaned, then fell silent again, and once again set his eyes on the ledger, his heart was actually blown up.

Although Lu Yan has relaxed towards him, it doesn't mean that the thorn in his eye has been completely removed.

I'm sure that as long as he shows a little interest in the company, Lu Yan will definitely take new measures against him.

In terms of scheming, he can't play with his scheming brother, so he can only develop his career from other places. After all, it is very expensive to raise a son and provide for the elderly.

Who knew that this manager with dirty hands and feet would dare to swallow money together with the finance department.

As if sensing the man's restrained anger, the manager's legs began to tremble.

He was also obsessed with ghosts at the beginning, and after hearing the financial nonsense, the other party clearly promised to make the accounts tight!

The scale and grade of this club are not low, and there are many rich second-generation and rich third-generation guests. He has long heard about the way these sons and brothers punish people. Tie it to the back of the car with a rope and drag it on the uneven concrete road.

...That picture, just thinking about it makes me afraid.

The manager is regretful and angry now, but the person opposite him didn't say it clearly, so he couldn't rush to admit it frankly.

"Manager Gao, I have always trusted you, otherwise I wouldn't have left such a big deal with Lao Zhang to you." Fang Zhuo lowered his voice, unable to hear his emotions.

A drop of sweat rolled down from the corner of the manager's forehead, and he wiped it off with his hand, waiting for the final judgment.

Fang Zhuo closed the account book with a snap, without any question, he said softly, "Go out."

The manager raised his head in surprise. Seeing the plain expression of the man opposite him, he wondered, could it be that he was thinking too much just now, and this idiot young master didn't see anything?

As soon as the others left, Fang Zhuo slammed the ledger onto the table forcefully.

The financial ability is indeed very strong, and even the system has not found any major flaws in the accounts, only two small accounts have problems.

233, "What are you going to do? Are you going to be fired?"

Fang Zhuo said angrily, "Fuck you, the ones found out are [-], and the ones that haven't been found out can't be determined. This person can't be fired. We have to keep him to earn back the money he got out of the scam."

So at two o'clock in the afternoon, when the accountant came to work, he was called directly to the office.

When the person came out, his face was pale, and his lips were almost bleeding from biting.

In the morning, the manager thought he had escaped a catastrophe, and was secretly happy. Who knew that in the afternoon, he had a big blow. Looking at the financial expression, he knew that his luck was shattered.

"What did Second Young Master Lu tell you?" The manager pulled the finance manager to a corner.

The finance minister panicked, "He asked me to return all the public funds, or I will be sued."

Experience's face turned ugly for a moment, "How much did he find out?"

"Twenty thousand."

The manager sneered when he heard the words, and said with a sigh of relief, "What is [-], it's a small amount, just fill it in."

The next sentence from the financial department made him completely stupid, "This is a relatively large amount of occupational occupation, more than three months, less than a year..."

The Lu family is rich and powerful, so it is not difficult to get someone in and serve a one-year sentence, but no one can tell what will happen within this year.

The manager's face was ashamed, and he didn't care to talk to the finance, he stumbled into Fang Zhuo's office.

Fang Zhuo was making tea for himself leisurely, when he saw the manager himself delivered to his door, he poured him a cup as well.

"Did he tell you all about it?"

The manager nodded in a daze, and then saw the man smiling and said, "How much should be returned, you can decide for yourself, and work honestly in the future, and help me earn more money, maybe one day I am happy, so I will give the account book to you." Burned."

manager:"……"

Who the hell said that Second Young Master Lu is an idiot!

This is pinching his seven inches. In the future, if he doesn't have the guts to do something, Er Shao can pinch him to death if he gets upset.

Not to mention working, even if he was asked to work for nothing, he would not even dare to fart now.

The manager gritted his teeth, "Don't worry, I will be honest."

Fang Zhuo gave a deep "um", "One more thing, if someone asks you what I do in the clubhouse every day..."

The manager's timidity is small, and he is a fine individual. As soon as he rolled his eyes, he guessed that this might involve a rich family's grievances.

He asked tentatively, "So the second young master is eating, drinking and having fun every day?"

Fang Zhuo hooked his lips in satisfaction, "Go out."

This smile was maintained until the manager left, and as soon as the office door was closed, Fang Zhuo threw off the restraints and collapsed on the sofa.

Remembering how he had stunned the manager just now, he excitedly asked the system, "You did a good job just now, didn't you?"

233 said, "I think he's going to be scared to death."

"That is." Fang Zhuo suddenly became sad as he spoke, "It would be great if we could maintain this level all the time."

Once you meet the protagonist, let alone his acting skills, thank God that he is not stupid.

From today on, he will sit in the clubhouse and earnestly save a small treasury for his son.

He roughly calculated that Xing Sen was only a member of the Lu family in name and did not have any property under his name.

Mother Lu is still here and can protect him. If Mother Lu is gone one day, according to Lu Yan's temper, she will definitely kick him out.

The most important thing is that those murderers have not been caught yet. As the only survivor of the Xing family and a witness, Xing Sen may be in danger at any time.

Moreover, his son is still gay, and will have no children in the future, so he needs a lot of money.

Thinking of Xing Sen's shy face that morning, Fang Zhuo felt that he must become stronger and be his strongest backing.

In the afternoon, Fang Zhuo convened a meeting with everyone, thoroughly checked inside and out, and banned some gray services. Besides, the overall operation of the clubhouse is still good.

He stayed on duty until five o'clock, beat the manager a few more words, and drove to pick up his son from school.

With a sullen face, Xing Sen walked alone, behind a few classmates who wanted to strike up a conversation but didn't dare.

Fang Zhuo noticed that when the young man saw him, he paused obviously, his thick black eyebrows frowned, as if hesitating.

No way, are you still shy about the morning thing?

The corners of Fang Zhuo's mouth curled up, and he talked to the system in his heart, "Do you think he had a wet dream in the morning, or did he masturbate by himself?"

233, "...I, how would I know."

Fang Zhuo was exploring with a serious scientific attitude, "It's easy to get messed up after drinking, I guess he had a dream."

twenty one,"……"

Fang Baba's guess was right, his son did dream something he shouldn't have, maybe it was caused by the temperature and fragrance left on the pillow last night, or it was really just messing with his mind after drinking.

Xing Sen sat in the car with a sullen face, and smelled a faint fragrance, similar to sandalwood, but he was sure that this was not the usual refreshing breath of a man.

The young man's eyebrows were slightly frowned, he glanced at Fang Zhuo, and took out a book from his schoolbag.

Fang Zhuo looked at his son who was concentrating on studying, and felt that he was too obedient, and the more he looked at him, the more pleasing he was.

Xing Sen's fingers pinching the spine of the book tightened, and when he turned his head, he caught Fang Zhuo's eyes, "Can you concentrate on driving and don't look at me."

Fang Zhuo was in a good mood, and said with a smile, "My son is so handsome, why don't people see him?"

Xing Sen's eyes were in a trance, and his face changed suddenly, "I'm not your son."

Fang Zhuo was baffled. Before, Xing Sen usually treated this kind of half-joking title with cold eyes. It was the first time that he made such a righteous statement like today.

"What's the sudden temper? Wasn't it fine before?"

Xing Sen pursed his lips tightly, his face was cold and hard, he couldn't tell the reason.

Do you want to tell a man, last night I dreamed that I pressed you under my body and called daddy while fucking you, so now when I hear son or daddy, there is a secret, unspeakable sense of weirdness and Excitement?

Xing Sen chuckled self-deprecatingly, the man would regard him as a pervert.

Fang Zhuo glanced at it quietly, the little boy didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes were cold and his face was distorted, it was scary.

"Third brother, can you read minds?" He is now eager to know all the mental activities of the protagonist, so as not to be caught by thunder.

233,"...will not"

Fang Zhuo cried and chirped.

233's voice was cold, "It's useless to act like a baby."

Fang Zhuo snorted, at worst, he asked himself.

He pretended to focus on the road ahead, and tightened his grip on the steering wheel, "Xing Sen, did you encounter something at school?"

Xing Sen was silent for a moment, "No."

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips, it wasn't a study and life problem, it was a relationship problem.

"You..." Fang Zhuo thought about his words carefully, "Is there someone you like?"

"No." The boy denied it flatly, with a hint of warning in his tone.

It is said that raising a son is easier than raising a daughter, but in fact it is just as tiring. Fang Zhuo has tried his best to become a father for the first time, but so far, he has only touched the corners of his son's heart.

Hey, there is still a long way to go.

The two of them remained silent for the rest of the journey, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

When I got home, I realized that this embarrassment was likely to last all night, because the other two people in the family were away. .

Lu's mother temporarily decided to go on a trip with her little sister, while Lu Yan was out to socialize.

Fang Zhuo wondered if he should cook himself, and try to see if he could bring his son's heart closer by relying on delicious food.

He greeted the aunt who was cooking and told her to leave work early, then put on a pink apron, rolled up his sleeves and started working.

Xing Sen came down from upstairs to pour water, and when he passed the kitchen, he glanced subconsciously. There was a pink belt tied around the man's waist.

He closed his eyes and forced himself to stop thinking.But the people in the kitchen didn't know what was going on, they were cooking well, and suddenly started humming.

The tone is not complete, but it is very pleasant to the ear, like the lullaby I heard in my dream that day, very natural, and I remembered the peaceful sleeping face of the man when I woke up that day.

Lu Xun's appearance was very handsome, with soft lines and delicate features, especially his eyes, which would be curved when he smiled, and extremely bright when he was angry, but when he closed quietly, there was a kind of reassuring tranquility.

In the past four years, he never knew that Lu Xun had so many sides, and each side was so vivid that people wanted to get close.

Xing Sen's thoughts began to expand uncontrollably, thinking of the beautiful picture in his dream last night.

Before that, he never knew that he liked the same sex.

Fang Zhuo didn't notice the people in the living room, his mind was full of the recipes he had read on the Internet. After a while, he took two cucumbers from the refrigerator and prepared them for salad.

"Where is Mama Xing from?" Squatting on the ground while peeling the skin, she asked the system.

233 looked up and said, "People from Suzhou City."

Su Shi's taste is mild and sweet, Fang Zhuo thought, if he can cook a meal that tastes like his mother, Xing Sen will be moved, and his trust value in him may soar to 10 directly.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that there is a door, and the harder I cook.

An hour later, the meals are served.

Fang Zhuo came out with two bowls of rice, looked at the two stools that were far apart, and pursed his lips unhappily.

He put down the rice, lifted the stool and placed it next to Xing Sen.

Xing Sen's hand holding the chopsticks tightened, then quickly relaxed, quietly chopping the rice, but his mind was turned to other places, and he didn't notice how sweet the food was.

Seeing that he was eating so deliciously, Fang Zhuo picked up his chopsticks happily and almost spit out on the spot, it's so sweet!

On the other hand, the guy next to him didn't change his face, and he ate chopsticks one by one.

Fang Zhuo bit his chopsticks and looked at him for a long time, he was going crazy with joy, why didn't he realize that Sensen was addicted to sugar to such an extent before, today's meal was just right for him.

So when he delivered the milk at night, he deliberately added more honey to it.

In the room, Xing Sen was immersed in the problem, when he raised his eyes, he saw the thin white wrist stretched out by the man, and his eyes were uncontrollable, crawling along the wrist to the other's face.

The gaze was deep and complex, with obvious sharpness.

Fang Zhuo's little heart was pounding, and he was a little hurt, "Is this an annoying look in his eyes? Am I so annoying."

233,"You are cute."

Fang Zhuo felt relieved all of a sudden, and he forgot the cold reception brought by Xing Sen in the blink of an eye.

He lightly tapped the milk cup twice, and said, "Drink it while it's hot, I added honey for you." The secret words were bitten very hard.

Xing Sen didn't know if he was hallucinating, the last word at the end of the man's words was bitten softly.

Mi, meowing like a kitten.

His hand holding the pen kept tightening, and his mouth was inexplicably dry.

Lowering his head, his voice was hoarse, and he resisted, "Go out, don't disturb my homework."

The repulsion and disgust in his tone made Fang Zhuo feel like he was a virus, and if he took a step closer, he would infect others.

Tsk, I feel a little upset.

He seriously doubted whether he had been too kind to this kid recently and fattened his courage, so he dared to flirt with him like this.

"Okay, I won't bother you." Fang Zhuo couldn't hold back after speaking, and sneered.

Xing Sen's body froze for a moment, lowered his eyes to cover his emotions, but his ears focused on the sound of footsteps leaving behind.

Fang Zhuo walked outside the door, his eyes were like two sharp swords, stabbing Xing Sen's back firmly.

He is an elder now, and he can be angry if he is offended by a younger generation.

Hehe, playing high-cold with Papa, right? I'll leave you alone for ten days and a half months, and go play with your own eggs.