Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Zhuo's play hard to get was approached layer by layer, and he didn't give up suddenly.

But Xing Sen still felt that the man's words to him had decreased significantly.

In the past, as soon as he got in the car, the man's mouth would start to move, telling him to prevent heatstroke, not to stress too much, or promising to take him somewhere to travel after graduation.

Most of the time, Xing Sen replied in monophonic characters.

It's different now. The person in the driver's seat hasn't said a word since getting in the car, and the car is surrounded by low air pressure.

Xing Sen sat very straight, glanced at the man's face from the corner of his eye, the gentle and delicate face was tense, and there were bloodshot eyes, probably because he didn't sleep well last night.

Fang Zhuo noticed his attention and didn't say a word.

Do you really think that Dad can't cure you? If we can't cure you once, we can come twice. Anyway, my whole life is yours, let's spend it slowly.

At about 07:30, the car stopped at the school gate.

Xing Sen got off the car much slower than before, he was waiting for the man to say goodbye to him with a smile.

Fang Zhuo saw it, but he didn't say anything, and when he got out of the car, he stretched out his arm and pulled the door shut.

The corner of Xing Sen's mouth was pressed down quickly, and his dark eyes stared at the side of the man's face through the car window.

Fang Zhuo pretended not to know, and looked enviously at a parent in front of him who was also delivering a child. They were also sons. After the baby got off the car, he smiled at his father and acted coquettishly to ask for more pocket money. , It's fine if you can't make a fart for a long time, but when you get in the car, you will be cold-eyed.

Every day when sending people to school, seeing Xing Sen turning his back and walking forward without turning his head, Fang Zhuo wanted to kick him in the ass.

It's a pity that this is his big brother, he can't kick him, even if he kicks, he has to knead it himself.

Hey, this father is too imposing.

So as soon as he arrived at the club, the moment his butt touched the boss's chair, Fang Zhuo's aura of not being able to lift his head in front of Xing Sen quickly rebounded.

The manager who came in to report yesterday's situation did not dare to breathe.

This Second Young Master Lu was completely different from what he had imagined before. Although he didn't look fierce, he always had a cold face and cherished words like gold, giving people a feeling of calmness and prestige.

Not to mention him, everyone in the clubhouse will feel a bit of fear when they see him.

After listening to the report, Fang Zhuo waved his hand, "I know everything, you can go out."

These words were like an amnesty, the manager stepped back and left the office, the moment the door closed, Fang Zhuo's boss settings collapsed, he turned on the computer and started playing games.

At noon, the hand that had been quiet all of a sudden rang, it was the partner of the club.

The voice on the other end was angry, "Lu Er, why did I hear that you have withdrawn all the services in the clubhouse? What do you mean?"

This call, even if the other party doesn't call, Fang Zhuo will call sooner or later.

The two have completely different business philosophies, and from disagreement to separation is an inevitable result.

Fang Zhuo put his mobile phone between his ears and shoulders, and tapped his fingers on the keyboard, "A harmonious society, we self-employed, of course we must respond to the call of the country."

"You removed those things, how can I make money."

Brother, I'm afraid you didn't come to check the accounts, the annual dividends in this place are not enough for you to buy half a car.

And are you trying to make money, grab a little girl from the store from time to time, thinking I don't know.

Fang Zhuo stopped, and said again, "Everyone is responsible for creating a harmonious society."

"You..." The head was at a loss for words, and finally cursed, "You have taken the wrong medicine!"

Fang Zhuo said, "No, fourth brother, let's discuss something, you transfer the shares under your hand to me."

"Waiting for me here, I tell you, no..."

Fang Zhuo lazily threw a bomb, "What my brother meant."

The partner suddenly silenced.

The few cronies around the original owner were all afraid of Lu Yan, firstly because of the power of the Lu family, and secondly because of Lu Yan.

Someone told the original owner a long time ago that your brother hides a knife in his smile, so he is not a kind person at first glance.

The original owner defended in a silly and sweet way, "He did it just to deal with it outside, pretending, it's good for me."

What a fart.

Bystanders can tell that although Lu Yan did not publicly announce that he has taken the original owner's shares as his own, it can be seen from his increasingly powerful voice in the company that he has more shares than before.

Where did it come from?

Let the idiot brother go there.

Everyone sees through but doesn't tell the truth, and the fear of Lu Yan in their hearts is getting deeper and deeper.

So when the partner heard that Shang Luyan meant it, his mind was stuck immediately, "Really, really?"

Fang Zhuo said, "It's more real than pearls."

The partner was silent for a moment, and quickly agreed. Anyway, he also expects to make money from this place, and all kinds of crackdowns have been made recently, so it is better to transfer the shares out, so as not to cause accidents and get caught up in the fire.

The partner said, "Okay."

That afternoon, Fang Zhuo went to the company.

Leaders above the middle level, big and small, all laughed when they saw him.

Everyone knows that the company is supported by Lu Yan.

The elder brother is exhausted outside, and the younger brother is all out drinking and drinking. No one likes such a person.

Fang Zhuo didn't care, and entered the office under the leadership of the secretary.

Hearing the sound, Lu Yan just looked up, then lowered his head and continued to annotate the document in his hand.

"Brother, let's discuss something with you." Fang Zhuo walked over with a relaxed tone, as if he had forgotten the unpleasantness of that night.

In the past, when Lu Xun said this, he basically wanted to buy something, but he didn't have enough money.

Lu Yan still had that pampering look, gentle but stern, "Tell me, what do you want to buy?"

Fang Zhuo sat on the chair opposite him, and when he kicked his foot, the chair turned around.

He looked up at the rotating ceiling and said, "I want to buy the shares in the hands of the fourth brother."

Lu Yan's eyes paused, and he stopped writing, "Why?"

Fang Zhuo said with a silly smile, "No reason, I just want to be the boss by myself."

Lu Yan's eyelids were half drooped, unable to see the emotion in his eyes.

Fang Zhuo was beating his heart, and asked the system, "What is he thinking about, does he not want to agree?"

233,"It's hard to say."

Fang Zhuo picked his fingers nervously, with his IQ, he would be smart enough to act in front of Lu Yan.

If you really want to play tricks with the other party, you don't know how you died.

"How much does it cost?" Lu Yan finally spoke.

Fang Zhuo's palms were covered with sweat, he quietly wiped his pants, compared a number with his fingers, his eyes were full of flattery and pleading.

Lu Yan went to the club that his younger brother and his partner opened once. The grade and scale are not too low, but it is supported by some low-level gray services.

Even if this kind of shop is really handed over to Lu Xun, there will be no trouble.

Three days later, Fang Zhuo happily bought the shares with the check in hand, and then quietly transferred half of them to Xing Sen's name.

Lu Yan is a ticking time bomb, if one day he goes crazy and snatches his egg basket away, Fang Zhuo won't even have a place to cry.

The eggs must be separated.

And he also has his own caution, if one day Xingsen knows that he has put his wealth and life on him, he should be very touched.

But at present, only the lawyer and Fang Zhuo know about this matter.

In the classroom of Class [-] and Class [-] of No. [-] Middle School and Senior High School.

Xing Sen straightened his legs and folded them together, tilted up the stool legs, and leaned against the wall, the heat in his heart was not lessened by the coldness of his back.

Without him, he didn't see Lu Xun this morning.

According to the aunt in the kitchen, Lu Xun left before dawn.

The man is a little abnormal these days, and he is getting colder every day.

And every afternoon when he came to pick him up, there was an elegant sandalwood scent on his body, obviously he had been to other places before coming here.

Xing Sen laughed at himself and lowered his eyes, the man's overtures came suddenly, and the indifference seemed like a sudden drop of extreme cold, which caught people off guard.

Is he doing something wrong?

Or there is someone or something else that sucked the man's attention away.

The little follower was at the same table with him, and found that Lu Xun was staring at the textbook in a daze, and shook his hand in front of his eyes, "Are you okay? Why have you been in a trance these two days?"

Xing Sen came back to his senses, and suddenly asked, "Do you and your father usually have conflicts, and why?"

In the eyes of the little follower, Xing Sen is a cool guy who doesn't eat human fireworks. This kind of family ethics doesn't suit him very well.

He tentatively asked, "Did you quarrel with your adoptive father?"

Xing Sen frowned slightly, and quickly went through all the details of getting along with the man recently in his mind.

Except for the day of the car accident, that night, my attitude was a bit cold and hard.

Xing Sen pursed his lips and found the crux, "It should be."

The little follower couldn't understand, "What should it be?"

The corner of Xing Sen's mouth pressed down, and the little follower didn't dare to ask any more questions.

The little follower sighed, "The hearts of fathers are very fragile. Some have a big temper and can be ignited by a little thing, and some are soft-tempered. They don't say it, but they will remember it in their hearts."

As he said that, he thought of his father, "I think it's the latter type. Sometimes I think he's talkative, and I can't hold back his temper. He can get angry for half a month, and even complain to my mother, saying that I am not a filial son. "

Xing Sen thought for a while, before Lu Xun smiled at him every day, and he would not get angry if he said too much. When he was drunk, he would sing him a lullaby to pull him out of his nightmare.

The temper is really soft.

He was a little embarrassed, "Then how did you reconcile?"

Last night, he dreamed about Lu Xun again, and when he woke up, the bottom was sticky again.

He has always been not very keen on sexual matters. He used to find it boring to do it by himself. Lu Xun was the first and the second person to enter his dream.

If the first time is a reaction of self-forgetfulness and depression, it doesn't mean anything, what about the second time?

That is a deep longing.

Looking at Xing Sen's inexplicably changing face, the little follower suddenly wasn't sure if his answer was what he wanted.

"That's right, it will be reconciled naturally."

He guessed that Xing Sen must have had a conflict with his father, and he couldn't help thinking of a little neighbor who was also adopted but ended badly.

"Do you really think of him as your father? Let me tell you, don't take it too seriously. When he gets married in the future and lives his own life with his wife and son in his arms, how can he remember you?"

"Married?" Xing Sen lowered his eyes, stared at the untouched book on the desk, and said, "You said he would get married?"

The little follower blinked, "Your adoptive father doesn't look too old. If he doesn't get married, he will be a bachelor all his life."

That's right, Lu Xun is only thirty now, and it's the time when a man's energy is at its best. In addition, he has a good family background and a good temper, so he is the most sought-after.

And he, Xing Sen, is just an outsider.

Thinking of this, Xing Sen felt disappointed, angry, and even a little irritable. He seemed to have a trapped beast grinding its claws in his heart, and it would break out of its cage at any moment.

He blinked, suppressed his emotions, then took out the book from the desk, and turned to the title page.

His fingers brushed over those two ugly words, and he stared at them for an unknown amount of time. He muttered to himself, "I don't want you to get married, what should I do?"

The tone, as if it was not a book, but a person.

The little follower was startled, and hastily took out the wrong question and flipped through it, pretending not to hear it.

At this moment, an exclamation came from the side, "Xing Sen, why do you still have a new one? I didn't happen to bring it today, can I borrow it for the next class?"

Xing Sen put the book on the desk, "No."

That classmate is not happy, everyone is in the same class, why don't you borrow if you have a lot, and it's not that you won't return it.

The math teacher in the next class is notoriously the king of Hades, who didn't bring books and homework, and was criticized in public, and would be thrown into the corridor as a punishment.

The classmate didn't want to lose face. After a while, he ran to Xing Sen's place to borrow books, but found that he was not there.

He said to his little follower, "I took this book away. When Xing Sen comes back, you can tell him. In return, I will buy him water after school."

The little follower rolled his eyes, "Just now Xing Sen said he wouldn't borrow it."

The classmate didn't seem to hear, and left with the book, just when the class bell rang, the little follower could only draw back his feet that were going to chase the book.

As soon as Xing Sen was seated, the little follower smelled smoke on his body, guessing that he was in a bad mood, "Just now Zhou Lai took your book away."

Xing Sen frowned, "Which one?"

The little follower said, "You are the most precious Ben."

I don't know what kind of magical power the book has. Xing Sen took it out every now and then to flip through it, but he never used it, and there wasn't even a drop of ink on it.

Xing Sen stood up abruptly and walked straight towards Zhou Lai.

"Hey, what are you doing, the teacher will be here soon." The little follower exclaimed.

Xing Sen walked behind Zhou Lai and saw that there were many ghostly symbols on the book he cherished.

He stretched out his hand to pick him up, and said sullenly, "Who will allow you to touch my things."

Zhou Lai realized that something was wrong, he was cowardly, and hurriedly said, "I'll pay you back now, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was taken out.

-

When Fang Zhuo received the teacher's call, he was discussing with the manager the future development direction of the club.

Seeing that it was an unfamiliar call, he hesitated for a few seconds before answering.

The person on the other end of the phone didn't know what to say, anyway, the manager saw the boss's expression changed, and as soon as he hung up the phone, he rushed out.

Fang Zhuo was restless all the way, Xing Sen fought so many times, which time he didn't pick himself up clean, why did he invite his parents this time?

"Ah San, do you know the situation?" Fang Zhuo asked the system during the red light.

233 said, "I'll show you the replay when we stop at the school."

"it is good."

In less than 10 minutes, the car rushed to the school.

Before watching the replay, Fang Zhuo was still worried that his son would be injured.

After watching the replay, Fang Zhuo wished that time could turn back and he didn't receive the teacher's call.

The way Xing Sen beat people was too scary, the ferocity in his eyes made him look like a wild beast.

But when he struck, he was very measured and didn't let the opponent see any blood.

It's a state somewhere between grumpy and calm, and not everyone does it.

"So it's because of a book that I got involved with someone?" Fang Zhuo was stunned.

When delivering the books, he was worried whether Xing Sen would throw them into the trash can after he left.

As a result, the other party not only didn't throw it away, but also kept the book very well, not even folding a corner.

Fang Zhuo comforted, "Who says my son doesn't love me, he loves me implicitly and deeply."

Books worth more than [-] yuan were just cherished by him as treasures.

In the office, Zhou Lai's parents had already arrived, pointing at Xing Sen's nose and cursing angrily.

"What kind of thing are you? Why do you beat my son? Ever since I was a child, I couldn't bear to touch him with a single finger. What right do you have!"

The teacher in charge tried to persuade him gently, but it was useless.

Zhou's mother's mouth was like a flood from a cable gate, and it couldn't be stopped.

Xing Sen was expressionless and motionless. He waited for the parents to finish scolding before he looked at the head teacher, "Teacher, are my parents here?"

The teacher in charge glared at him, "Here we come."

Xing Sen has always been very good, and he was caught fighting several times before, but it was the other party's fault.

Not this time, not only did he strike first, but when the math teacher arrived to stop him, he was almost accidentally injured.

She couldn't help wondering if Xing Sen was under too much pressure as the college entrance examination was approaching.

"I'd like to see what kind of parents raised you, with your upbringing." Zhou's mother said viciously, pointing her fingers back and forth in mid-air.

Zhou Lai quickly stuck it to her ear, and whispered, "His parents were killed by him, he has a fart parent."

There was a wave in Xing Sen's indifferent eyes, and his fists were clenched.

The death of his parents has always been the last thing he wants to touch, but someone just wants to tear open the wound, laugh at it and sprinkle salt on it, and treat his most painful thing as a joke or a tool for fun.

There are many such people in life. It's not that they can't empathize with you, but they just like to use the greatest malice to rub your self-esteem.

The more miserable others are, the happier he is.

When meeting this kind of person before, Xing Sen always beat him up.

Not today, he clearly heard familiar footsteps.

Just outside the office door.

Fang Zhuo was outside the office door, and he raised his hand to knock on the door after listening to the whole process.

When he entered, the head teacher explained the reason of the incident.

Fang Zhuo nodded, didn't ask Zhou Lai if he was injured, but looked around Xing Sen's face.

There were obvious bruises on the handsome and handsome cheeks, the skin on the elbows was also broken, and the old wounds on the arms were almost healed, the scabs were buckled off, revealing the bright red new flesh.

Fang Zhuo suppressed the anger in his heart and asked, "Are there any other injuries? Does it hurt?"

The man asked without concealing his concern, like a feather fluttering in the young man's heart, numb, the numbness after being stabbed in the past, for the first time turned into a grievance that he wanted to confide in.

Xing Sen shook his head, his voice hoarse, "No."

"Are you his brother?" Zhou's mother looked Fang Zhuo up and down, and found out with sharp eyes that the other party was very good in terms of clothing and temperament.

Unlike ordinary working class.

"I am Xing Sen's guardian, you can tell me if you have something to say." When Fang Zhuo spoke, he pulled Xing Sen behind his back. This behavior of protecting the calf made the boy's dim eyes gradually brighten, and his fingers were uncontrollable. Grab the man's arm.

Zhou's mother sneered, "He injured my son, what do you say?"

Fang Zhuo asked her, "Where is the injury? Let me see."

Zhou Lai choked, and Xing Sen was very particular about beating, he only looked for fleshy places, such as thighs and buttocks, he was too embarrassed to reveal the part of the shoe.

Seeing that he was reluctant to speak, Zhou's mother pushed and said, "Why be ashamed, let's reason, and we are not afraid."

Zhou Lai whispered, "In, in a relatively secret place."

"That's it." Fang Zhuo understood, "Go, go to the bathroom."

Xing Sen frowned, grabbed Fang Zhuo's arm, "Are you going to see it?"

Fang Zhuo raised his eyebrows, this kid is alive and well, there is something wrong with the naked eye, compared to the injury of his good son, I don't know how much better it is.

It's okay to ask for money, but he must see the wound with his own eyes.

Xing Sen pursed his lips, thinking of a man going to see another boy's butt, he felt uncomfortable all over, "You are not afraid of the eye of a needle."

Men's restrooms generally don't have cubicles, and they will grow long ago, so there's no need to wait until today.

Fang Zhuo stroked Er Sang's head in a good-tempered manner, "Good boy, I'll be back soon."

Xing Sen was stunned, and brushed his fingers over the place where the man rubbed, wanting to laugh, but he held back.

The boy's eyes turned around in the office, and he walked up to a male teacher who was eating melons, "Teacher, can I trouble you to check Zhou Lai's injury?"

The male teacher was called out suddenly, he was a little dazed, and let out a dumbfounded oh.

Seeing some of Xing Sen's words and deeds, Fang Zhuo's heart was bubbling with beauty, and he couldn't help but praise the system, "It's such a small thing that I can't bear to do it, I think Xing Sen has accepted me from the heart."

233 also said, "It should be because I am really afraid that you will be tired."

Yes, he is really a silly son who still cares about whether his father will have a needle eye.

Not long after, the male teacher came back with Zhou Lai.

Zhou Lai's face was bluish and white, and he stared at Xing Sen fiercely, speechless.

The male teacher told the truth about what he saw, "There are no major scars, but the buttocks and thighs are a little red, which should disappear soon."

Fang Zhuo, who had watched the replay of the scene, understood why Xing Sen beat people in a strange way. It turned out that it was to leave no traces.

It's a scheming.

"Looking at it this way, Zhou Lai's injury is not as serious as our Xing Sen's." Fang Zhuo asked Zhou's mother with a downcast face, "Tell me, what should I do?"

Zhou Lai was so angry that his ass and thighs really hurt!

He stared at him angrily, and Xing Sen suddenly turned his head to look over.

There was no light in the dark eyes, like a black abyss that could engulf everything, Zhou Lai was so frightened that he buried his head immediately.

Zhou's mother originally thought that she could extort a sum of medical expenses, but who knew that things would suddenly turn around.

She frowned and said nothing, thinking about how to get things over.

Fang Zhuo glanced at Zhou's mother, who was full of drama, and said generously, "It is inevitable for children to fight and fight, and what Xing Sen suffered was only a skin trauma, which is not a problem. I don't plan to pursue today's matter any further. .”

Mother Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, while Zhou Lai gritted her teeth, not convinced.

"But." Fang Zhuo changed the subject, and the office became tense again, "Who said Xing Sen has no parents? Let me hear similar things in the future, kid, I can only ask my lawyer to contact you."

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old children are short-tempered, no matter how aggressive they are, when they hear the word "lawyer", they immediately become cowardly.

He mumbled in fear, "I didn't pass it on."

Fang Zhuo said with a cold face, "So please tell others what I just said."

Zhou Lai hurriedly said, "I see, I must pass it on to other students."

Fang Zhuo squeezed Xing Sen's arm, brushed his thumb over the wound on his elbow, raised his head and said to the class teacher, "Xing Sen is not in good condition today, and the afternoon class will start, I will ask you for leave."

In the last more than 40 days, the review has been almost done, mainly reviewing the textbooks and laying a solid foundation.

Xing Sen has good grades and strong self-consciousness, no matter where he reviews.

The teacher in charge didn't say anything, but nodded his head in agreement.

Fang Zhuo grabbed people all the way to the parking lot and opened the car door for them.

Xing Sen sat on it without saying a word, hugging his schoolbag in his arms, thinking of the man's protection of him just now, his heart felt like it was stuffed with soft cotton, and it was full.

"I'm sorry." Xing Sen's slightly hoarse voice suddenly remembered, "I shouldn't have talked to you like that before."

Fang Zhuo was fastening his seat belt. Unexpectedly, Er Zao suddenly apologized obediently, raised his head in surprise, and the tips of their noses almost bumped into each other.

Xing Sen froze, his eyes became weird.

Fang Zhuo withdrew naturally, "It's okay."

Xing Sen sat upright, his eyes fell on the console, "Aren't you angry?"

Fang Zhuo said calmly, "Don't be angry."

But he couldn't help yelling at the system in his heart, "Ah, why do I feel like I'm hitting his head, like touching his head."

233,"...touch it if you want."

Fang Zhuo said, "Then I really touched it?"

After speaking, I really stretched out my hand, put it on my head and rubbed it.

The hair that was rubbed in the office just now was too hasty, Fang Zhuo can now truly feel that although Xing Sen's hair is not as soft as in the dream, it is moderately thick and feels great.

Xing Sen's ears turned red uncontrollably. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and could clearly feel the touch of the man's fingertips rubbing against his scalp.

Fang Zhuo is not a greedy person, he gave up after rubbing a few times, and started teaching instead.

"Are you really fighting that classmate because of a book? Isn't it some other conflict?"

Xing Sen said bluntly, "Why do you ask that? That book is very important to me."

When Fang Zhuo heard this, he couldn't do it from the outside to the inside, his son was so good at coaxing people, his father was so happy hahahaha.

He pursed his lower lip subtly, "If you like it, shall we buy two more?"

Xing Sen shook his head, "No need."

different meaning.

Fang Zhuo resisted the urge to touch his son again and smashed his head, and said with a loving smile, "You can tell me what you want in the future, as long as you can buy it, Dad will buy it for you."

Xing Sen raised his eyes, there was a frightening glint in his pupils like splashed ink.

He tilted his head slightly, and asked in a low voice, "What if it's something money can't buy, but I really want it?"

"Will Daddy give it to me too?"