Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Zhuo was stunned for a few seconds, and asked the system, "Did I hear correctly just now? Did Xing Sen call me Dad?"

233,"...I heard it too."

Hearing the system's affirmative answer, Fang Zhuo almost burst into tears. For the sake of his father, he really almost risked his life, it was too difficult.

Xing Sen's eyes flashed a slight strange color, he squinted his eyes, and called again, "Dad?"

Then I saw the corner of the man's mouth raised higher, and a pair of eyes looked at him with sparkle, "Hey."

Xing Sen thought, this man is really easy to coax.

He half-closed his eyes, suppressed the smile in his eyes, and reminded, "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Ah?" Fang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and then turned his thoughts back.

There are many things that don't require money, and the most often talked about by people are nothing more than love, family affection, and friendship.

Putting it on him and Xing Sen, it should be a father-son relationship.

Fang Zhuo tried his best to play the great papa who doted on his son, "As long as it is what you want, and it happens to be what Dad has, I will definitely give it to you."

The corners of Xing Sen's slightly pursed lips finally curled up, "Don't worry, Dad will definitely have it."

And there must be.

Fang Zhuo was almost blinded by this smile, thinking that my son's smile looks really good, and he doesn't know which bastard will be cheaper in the future.

Thinking of this little cabbage, which he has raised with his own hands for a few days, will be raped by pigs in the future, Fang Zhuo gets upset and upset.

Seeing the changing expression on the man's face, Xing Sen found it interesting, "What's wrong?"

Fang Zhuo was driving, so he could only squint at him, "It's okay."

With the boy's "Oh", the car became quiet, and the scenery outside the window receded quickly. After a while, the villa area could be seen.

When he was about to get home, Xing Sen suddenly called out, "Lu Xun."

Fang Zhuo raised his eyebrows, and knocked his head with one hand, "It's not big or small."

Xing Sen said, "Don't forget, you promised me something."

Fang Zhuoxin said, this child is really insecure, "Your matter is always the most important thing to me, and I will never forget it."

"En." Xing Sen responded in a low voice, but did not look away.

He stared at the side face for a long time, slowly and fondly, tracing every part of the man's face in detail, meticulously, and depressingly.

It's like a tightly woven net, which makes people breathless.

Fang Zhuo was made uncomfortable by Xing Sen's inexplicable eyes, and asked the system nervously, "What's the matter with him, why do I feel so weird."

233, "Maybe I'm too happy."

It's right to think about it, the heart of a young boy is always very fragile. After being left alone for so many days, Xing Sen's heart must be very lost and confused.

Precisely at this time, he had another conflict with his classmates, and his heart fell into a deeper abyss.

So he, the glorious papa, appeared and saved the panicked little lamb.

The more Fang Zhuo thought about it, the more excited he became, "I have made people so happy, has the trust value increased?"

233, "Wait a minute...the price has risen."

[Trust value: 8 points. 】

Fuck, Fang Zhuo was so surprised that he almost shouted out, and it soared by 3 points all of a sudden, it was so exciting.

This made Fang Baba so happy that he took out a candy from his pocket as soon as he got off the car, peeled it off and stuffed it directly into Xing Sen's mouth as a reward.

Xing Sen was taken aback when he tasted the sweet and sour lemon flavor on the tip of his tongue.

Fang Zhuo said, "Aren't you addicted to sweets, I bought it specially for you."

Xing Sen doesn't like sweets, it was purely something on his mind that day, and he didn't know how to eat it, so he didn't expect to be misunderstood by the man.

He pushed the sugar aside with his tongue, "Thank you."

Fang Zhuo said that you are welcome, and as if juggling, he took out several candies from his pocket and stuffed them all into the hands of the boy.

This brand of fruit candy is very delicious. He bought a lot of it online, and planned to give Xing Sen a few of them every day, so that he can develop a good habit of being fed by his papa.

After a long time, maybe he can develop a conditioned reflex. In the future, he only needs to lie on the sofa and wave his hands, and he will rush over when he hits him.

This picture is so cool just thinking about it.

233 couldn't stand it anymore, "If you play it off carefully, no one can save you."

Fang Zhuo said, "No, my son is good."

Just talking to the system and entering the door, Fang Zhuo saw an old acquaintance sitting in the living room as soon as he walked around the entrance.

There was a teacup in front of Song Guangyue, half of the tea was empty, obviously he had been waiting for quite a while.

Seeing Fang Zhuo coming back, he smiled and stood up, calling softly, "Ah Xun."

On Fang Zhuo's neck, goosebumps popped up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he felt a little nauseous.

Seeing that Song Guangyue was approaching, he subconsciously retreated into Xing Sen's arms.

Before Fang Zhuo pushed him away, Xing Sen took a step to the side, and looked indifferently at the well-dressed man opposite him with a gentle face.

He didn't know much about Song Guangyue, he only knew that he was the only son of the Song family and had always had a good relationship with Lu Xun.

But according to the current situation, the relationship between the two is not the case.

Xing Sen stood quietly behind Fang Zhuo, with his head slightly lowered, and his presence decreased a lot.

Fang Zhuo frowned, "What are you doing here?"

The tone was really not good, but Song Guangyue couldn't hear it, and said cheekily, "Can we have a chat alone?"

Fang Zhuo said, "No, if you have something to say, just say it here."

Song Guangyue looked at the big boy behind him, "Xing Sen, your dad and I have something to talk about alone."

Xing Sen put his hands in his pockets and didn't even lift his eyelids.

Fang Zhuo looked at him appreciatively, you can do it big man, you really give me a face.

He stretched out his hand and pulled Xing Sen closer to him, "Xing Sen is not an outsider, there is nothing you cannot listen to."

Song Guangyue: "..."

Song Guangyue wondered if he had run into evil recently. First, Lu Xun, who had been chasing him all day, suddenly turned ruthless, and now it was Lu Yan again...

Seeing that Fang Zhuo refused to give in, he clenched his fists and suppressed the anger in his heart, "Please tell your brother for me, I want to ask him to have a meal alone."

"My brother?" Fang Zhuo asked back, "You don't know how to date yourself?"

Song Guangyue frowned, his face showed embarrassment, a look of distress and difficulty to speak.

In the past, as long as he showed such an expression, Lu Xun would feel very distressed, and rushed to help him solve the problem... I hope this trick can still work today.

Fang Zhuo was annoyed when he saw him pretending, "Xing Sen, see off."

"Wait." Song Guangyue hurriedly stopped, and could only say frankly, "I made an appointment, but your brother refused."

Fang Zhuo finally became interested.

Probably because the schadenfreude on his face was too obvious, Song Guangyue said angrily, "Just say whether you can help or not!"

Fang Zhuo still didn't reply, but asked curiously, "I remember that our two companies have the intention to cooperate, how could my brother refuse you?"

Xing Sen stuffed the brewed tea into Fang Zhuo's hand, and said obediently, "Dad, drink tea."

This was the first time Song Guangyue had formally cast his eyes on Xing Sen after entering the door. This person has been in the Lu family for several years, but the number of times the two of them have met can be counted on five fingers.

Now I suddenly realized that this kid is already this big.

What the hell is Lu Xun's father!

When did these two become so close? !

Xing Sen ignored him directly, quietly took out the book from his schoolbag, spread it on his lap, made up his mind to stay, and listened openly.

Song Guangyue frowned and lowered his voice, "The cooperation has been put on hold."

Wow, it deserves it.

Fang Zhuo restrained the urge to laugh, "But how can I remember the last time Xing Sen celebrated his birthday, you had a good chat."

Song Guangyue smiled wryly. The conversation was indeed very speculative at that time, and Lu Yan also clearly expressed his willingness to invest.

But just two days ago, Lu Xun claimed that he had received an anonymous email, which listed some illegal aspects of the Song family project.

The terms and conditions are very detailed, as if the other party participated in the entire project.

But because of this matter, Lu Yan felt that he had been deceived and deceived. From that day on, he cut the mess with a sharp knife and directly cut off all business contacts with the Song family.

Not only that, but even his phone calls were refused.

Most businessmen are sensitive, and once they smell the wind is not in the right direction, they will hide away. If the talks between the Lu family and the Song family collapse, other people will naturally guess whether there is really a problem with the project.

The Song family worked hard for several days, but couldn't find a new partner, so they had to turn around and look for Lu Yan.

Song Guangyue finally told the cause and effect.

Fang Zhuo sneered after listening, "If there is a problem with the project, you still put it in my brother's arms. I think you have no good intentions."

Song Guangyue stood up excitedly, "I can guarantee with my personality that the project is absolutely legal."

Fang Zhuo twitched, and asked, "You personally participated in the early research and development?"

"I..." Song Guangyue was momentarily at a loss for words.

Lu Xun has grown a lot more than before. He has learned to reject him, flirt with him, and learn to be aggressive.

Lu Xun and Song Guangyue didn't like this very much. He preferred that idiot who obeyed his own opinion in everything and was firmly controlled by him.

"I can't help you." Fang Zhuo gave the order to evict the guest, stood up, and was about to turn around when he was dragged back by Song Guangyue.

Song Guangyue asked angrily, "Have you fallen in love with someone else?" Otherwise, Lu Xun would never have treated him like this.

Xing Sen blinked his eyes lightly, and looked at his father.

Regarding the relationship between elders, it would always be embarrassing to be stared at by the younger generation. Fang Zhuo patted Xing Sen on the shoulder, "It's getting late, hurry up and review."

There was no abnormality on Xing Sen's face, and he left very obediently.

As soon as the son smashed away, the demeanor that Fang Zhuo was trying to maintain disappeared, and he shook off Song Guangyue's hand in disgust, "Who do I like has anything to do with you? If you don't leave, I'll call the security guard."

Song Guangyue was proud and arrogant, frustrated one after another, his self-esteem had reached its limit, he turned and left, and when he reached the door, he still pointed at Fang Zhuo and said harsh words, trying to get back [-]%.

"Lu Xun, you will regret it."

Fang Zhuo hehehe, sent five words, idiot please go away.

Just then, someone came out of the corridor on the second floor.

Xing Sen stood upstairs with a book in his hand, "I don't know one question."

Fang Zhuo rubbed his face, turned his head and smiled brightly again, "I'll be right there."

Xing Sen nodded, and smiled silently when he turned his back.

He was worried that Fang Zhuo would regard his reverie as a different kind, but now he knows that his father is the same as him.

The second floor.

In Xing Sen's room, the lights were dim, and there was only a desk lamp left on the table.

When Fang Zhuo went in, Er Zao was writing vigorously, very diligently.

He walked over, put his arm on the back of Xing Sen's chair, leaned over and asked, "Which question can't you?"

The fragrance of the man came oncoming, Xing Sen frowned, "Dad, you smell."

"Really?" Probably because his sense of smell has adapted to the sandalwood scent, Fang Zhuo raised his arm and smelled the shirt, without much feeling, "I guess it got it somewhere."

Xing Sen gave a faint "hmm" and clicked on a certain question with the pen.

"This question."

Fang Zhuo glanced at it calmly, let me go, there are letters and numbers, and there are pictures, I can't understand it at all, okay?

Just as he was about to say that he didn't know how to do it either, but when he saw his son's earnest eyes, he couldn't say anything, and could only pin his hopes on his own IQ storm.

"This question should be like this...um...uh..."

Hearing the man's hesitation, Xing Sen suddenly interrupted him, folded his legs, and said bluntly, "I know what to do."

Fang Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to leave when he was held back by a hand.

Xing Sen said, "Isn't dad thinking about it too? Let me teach you."

After speaking, Fang Zhuo staggered and sat down on the chair with half of his buttocks.

Xing Sen began to count seriously, and he didn't feel any discomfort when two people squeezed a stool. Fang Zhuo even saw the corners of the young man's good-looking mouth tickle indiscernibly.

Fang Zhuo's heart suddenly softened, and he thought that Er Shi probably enjoyed this kind of learning process with his parents.

An elbow suddenly bumped from the side, Fang Zhuo came back to his senses, and heard the boy say in a low voice, "Concentrate."

Fang silly father immediately straightened his sitting posture and listened carefully to his son's lecture.

On the desk shrouded in warm orange light, the rustling sound of writing echoed. After an unknown period of time, the black pen stopped on the paper.

Xing Sen asked him, "Do you understand?"

To be honest, I didn’t understand it at all. High school mathematics has been away from him for too long, and it is a bible for him now.

But in order to make his son happy, Fang Zhuo still bit the bullet and said he understood, "I won't disturb your study, go up first."

The sound of the man's footsteps was getting further and further away. Xing Sen turned his head and looked at the closed door. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the barrier and see the back in the corridor.

The sandalwood scent in the air was still there, and the boy's eyes quickly dimmed. He got up and took out an unopened gift box from the cabinet.

Inside lay a black pen of unknown material.

Fang Zhuo returned to the room, found a paper and a pen, and said to the system, "Make up lessons for me."

twenty one,"……"

Fang Zhuo said seriously, "What if you ask me another question next time, I have to answer it fluently at the first time."

233, "High school textbooks are too difficult for you, you should start with kindergarten."

Fang Zhuo was not convinced, "Do you have the basic test for the first year of high school, send it."

Three minutes later, Fang Zhuo died in battle.

Forget it, I'm afraid Xueshen Papa's character design won't work anymore, so he should continue to play the old father who dotes on the doll.

Fang Zhuo sighed, ran to the bathroom to take a shower, and found that the shower gel in the bathroom seemed to have been replaced by someone, and three large yellow lemons were drawn on the wrapping paper.

He stared at the bottle for a while, "Who changed it?"

233,"Your son."

Fang Zhuo shook his head and sighed, "This is a tacit understanding. You don't need to communicate to know what I like."

He blinked, and suddenly remembered something, "Do you feel that Xing Sen's attitude towards me has changed a lot?"

He will no longer speak sarcasticly, but will take the initiative to get close to him, such a development that he did not even dare to think about before.

233 said, "This is a good thing."

Fang Zhuo nodded. It is indeed a good thing. If we continue to develop harmoniously and lovingly, the trust value should be very high and we can get it completely.

He came out of the shower comfortably, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, sat on the bed with the quilt in his arms, and played games before going to bed.

Seeing that the level was about to be cleared, there was a knock on the door suddenly in the room, Fang Zhuo slipped his finger and died.

I lost the game, I was in a bad mood, and my face was a bit smelly when I opened the door.

Seeing that the man's face was not good, Xing Sen raised the medicine box in his hand and used his trump card, "Dad, can you help me treat my injury?"

Dad's name is little sun, and the frost on Fang Zhuo's face melted instantly.

He asked people to sit on the soft bed, took some active oil and put it on his fingers, carefully avoiding the eyes, and gently massaged for Xing Sen.

Xing Sen closed his eyes, feeling the water vapor on the man's body just after bathing, and his favorite smell.

The Adam's apple rolled, and the boy said hoarsely, "Where did you go this afternoon?"

"Huh?" I have been wearing it for so long, and this is the first person who asked about his whereabouts. Fang Zhuo answered honestly, "Make money."

Xing Sen suddenly opened his eyes, Fang Zhuo didn't pay attention, his finger slipped to the corner of his eyes, and his black and white eyes turned red all of a sudden.

"Don't move, I'll get you a towel."

Fang Zhuo ran faster than a rabbit, and he was afraid that if he was delayed for a second, the goodwill he had finally gained would be gone.

He went into the bathroom and smacked his hand, "I made you careless."

233 suddenly said, "Your son has come in."

Fang Zhuo turned around holding the towel, and sure enough, he saw Xing Sen following in.

He pointed to his red eyes, "It hurts a bit."

Fang Zhuo hurriedly blew on him, then wiped it with a towel a few times, "Does it still hurt?"

Xing Sen's voice was hoarse, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

He breathed greedily, and his eyes uncontrollably slid across the man's beautiful fair neck and the small collarbone wrapped around the T-shirt.

He swallowed dryly, and blocked the man's hand, "There's no need to wipe it."

Fang Zhuo asked eagerly, "But you look uncomfortable..."

Xing Sen's complexion changed, and his voice became even more strange, "It's not uncomfortable, I'll just go back and wash myself, you go to bed early, good night."

Seeing that he was not angry, Fang Zhuo heaved a sigh of relief, leaned on the door frame and said with a smile, "Good night, sweet dreams."

In a word, Xing Sen's dream this night is more beautiful than the previous two.

He dreamed that the man's body was full of transparent and shiny massage oil, and while he was massaging him, he loosened the soil for the flowers vigorously.

When I woke up in the morning, all the fertilizer that should have been given to the flowers was wasted on the pants.

He looked down at a certain part of himself, and the desire in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, but it was not the time, if he acted rashly now, he might scare the man.

Touching her throbbing chest, she lowered her eyes.

Maybe he can take some small benefits in advance to appease the beast in his heart.