Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

The young man's fear and astonishment were evident on his face, Huo Yan's face darkened, and he pinched his chin, "Scared like this?"

Fang Zhuo, "..."

Boss, you can't fall with a golden gun for three days and three nights, because everyone is afraid, okay?

He blinked, calmed his beating heart, and said hoarsely, "Mr. Huo, I'm having a terrible nightmare."

Huo Yan smiled, trying to see the boy's heart through those eyes.

It's a pity that due to the fever, Fang Zhuo's eyes were a bit cloudy, as if covered in fog.

"Tell me, what did you dream about?" Huo Yan pressed one knee on the bed, and the shadow drawn by the light enveloped Fang Zhuo's whole body.

It gives people the illusion of being locked in a cage, and Huo Yan is the owner of the cage.

Fang Zhuo licked his lower lip, and began to tell the story of the face-skinned monster with emotion and emotion, and he trembled a bit after he finished, looking like he was about to die of fright.

Huo Yan looked down at his wet eyelashes, and brushed his fingertips, "Afraid?"

Fang Zhuo nodded, hesitated for a second, turned away his face and broke away from Huo Yan's hand, got into his arms, wrapped his arms around his waist and clasped them tightly.

He raised his head quietly, unable to see the man's expression, only his beautiful chin and nostrils.

Fang Zhuo worried, "Brother Ah San, can you take a close-up of Mr. Huo's face?"

233 was very efficient, and the photo was sent in less than a blink of an eye.

The silhouette of the man in the photo is clear, the skin is so delicate that even the pores are invisible, the black eyelashes are drooping, and he is staring down at the top of his head.

It would be nice if I could smile, it would look more gentle, but the corners of Huo Yan's lips were always tight.Fang Zhuo felt that what he was looking at was not himself, but a dead person.

The boss is really not friendly at all, I am still a patient.

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips and asked angrily, "Aren't you happy when I hug you?"

Huo Yan still had the same expression, and his body was also tense.

Fang Zhuo continued, "But I feel comfortable holding you, your body temperature seems to be lower than mine..."

He now has a high fever of nearly [-] degrees. Even if Huo Yan's body temperature is different from ordinary people, it is impossible for him to be higher than this temperature.

Before, Fang Zhuo fantasized about being a man's cold baby, but now it's the other way around, besides Huo Yan, he is like a big popsicle in human shape.

It feels so cool to the touch, and I don't want to let go.

Huo Yan couldn't control it, the corner of his mouth twitched, and the palm of his hand pinched the soft back of the boy's neck, "Have you touched enough?"

"Not enough." Fang Zhuo was a little dizzy, and his eyes were colorful, but his courage grew inexplicably.

He has confidence in his heart, even if he lifts the roof off, Huo Yan will not do anything to him.

Huo Yan reacted quickly after being touched, grabbed the boy's wrist with his backhand, pulled it out from under the shirt, turned him over, and stuffed him back into the quilt.

This series happened so suddenly that Fang Zhuo didn't react at all. When he came back to his senses, the man had already sat on the sofa opposite.

If you just give up like this, what a fool, Fang Zhuo began to moan, and said coquettishly, "Huo Yan, I'm cold."

"Huo Yan, I'm hot."

"Huo Yan, I'm thirsty."

"Huo Yan, I feel so uncomfortable. Feel if I'm about to burn to death..."

He tossed and turned on the bed, his mouth kept popping. When people are sick, it is easy to feel empty, lonely and cold, and Fang Zhuo is no exception.

Huo Yan was clearly in the room, but he was too quiet, Fang Zhuo couldn't help but want to talk to him, it would be best if the other party could come to comfort him.

But in response to him, there was always only the sound of keyboard tapping.

Fang Zhuo stretched out his leg from the quilt and slapped it on the quilt. Probably the medicine started to take effect. He felt better than before, but his head was still dizzy and he felt uncomfortable no matter how he lay down.

The corners of Huo Yan's lips became tighter and tighter, his gaze uncontrollably passed over the computer and landed on that bare leg.

"Lin Haiyang." Huo Yan shouted.

Fang Zhuo let out a "huh", with a rising end, and his voice was hoarse due to fever, which had an indescribable taste.

Huo Yan picked up the cup and took a sip of cold water, "Get up when you can't sleep, don't wriggle around on the bed."

I didn't twist it, boss, do you have to worry about changing your position if you feel uncomfortable in sleep? He didn't say a word, his brows were wrinkled, and he buried his face in the quilt to talk to the system.

"What do you think about the boss? At this time, shouldn't you be serving tea and water, hugging me and coaxing me in various ways?"

Sickness is an excellent opportunity to brush up on feelings, but the other party doesn't cooperate at all, and is fierce, and has a bad review.

233, "You just lie down, you don't have to be so dedicated."

Fang Zhuo disagreed, "Dedication and love for one's job are fundamental."

233 thinks about it too, and encourages, "Then you work hard."

Fang Zhuo was satisfied with his hair smoothed, he pulled down the quilt, exposed half of his face and looked at Huo Yan, just in time for a pair of dark eyes.

"Mr. Huo." Fang Zhuo was angry like a spring.

Huo Yan's face was cold and hard, he closed the computer and walked over, looking down at him, "Fever gone?"

Fang Zhuo looked up at him, "No."

Huo Yan put his hand on it, his forehead was about the same temperature as his hand, that means he still had a little fever.

"Lie down." Huo Yan forced the person down and tucked in the quilt.

Fang Zhuo was obedient, with his hands on his thighs, lying upright, Huo Yan let go, and was grabbed by a hand when he turned around.

"Can you sleep with me sir?"

The boy's eyes were full of anticipation and caution.

Huo Yan looked down at him, the atmosphere was terrifyingly low, and time seemed to stand still.

Fang Zhuo became nervous, and he would not sleep unless he slept. Why did he look like he was going to eat people? His eyes closed slowly, and he performed the great method of pretending to sleep.

After closing the eyes, people's attention will be on other senses. Fang Zhuo counted the lambs in his heart, and when he counted No. 90, he heard movement.

Huo Yan supported his head with one hand, "Are you sure you want me to sleep with you?"

I can hear it, it's going to be sunny again.

Fang Zhuo sighed silently, and did it as soon as he teased him, he was too unfocused.

Huo Yan raised his other hand, brushed the boy's raised eyelashes with his fingertips, saw his eyelids quivering, and chuckled happily.

The finger didn't stop, but slid down the cheek, crossed the shoulder and arm, and held Fang Zhuo's wrist.

Fang Zhuo opened his eyes suddenly, looking at his hand being pulled by the man in astonishment.

"Do you feel it? He always wanted to sleep with you, but he was just understanding your discomfort."

Unexpectedly, the big brother is so considerate, Fang Zhuo apologized in his heart, I'm sorry big brother, I blamed you wrongly.He curled his fingers in embarrassment, his face flushed, and he hesitated.

"Third brother, if there are two paths in front of you, one is to go to heaven, and the other is to continue lying in bed as a salted fish, which one would you choose?"

233, "...can I choose you to shut up?" It's almost ruined!

Forget it, it's better to be a dragon in the sky than to be a worm in bed.

Fang Zhuo licked his dry lips, straightened his fingers, and poked forward, "I want to understand you too, is that okay?"

Huo Yan's restrained breathing was suddenly heavy. Not only was this little thing not as afraid of him as before, but he even dared to tease him boldly.

Fang Zhuo wanted to cry when he thought of what happened later.

If Huo Yan didn't do bloodletting, his little brother didn't have rejuvenation liquid, so he couldn't jump up, but his body still felt numb, which made him feel refreshed and itchy. Several times, he wanted to turn around and hug the man's thigh and call him uncle.

In the second half, the fruit grower finally found a circle of fertile soil. First, he loosened the soil and dug a hole, then took out a thick seedling and put it in. After putting it for a long time, he finally watered and fertilized it.

Fang Zhuo's private land has finally been nourished, but there is only the back, not the front.

He was carried by Huo Yan to take a shower, and when he came back, he stared at the ceiling with dull eyes, sharing his dissatisfaction with the system, "Although the backside is also very cool, but the front and back must be covered with rain and dew. It's not good to treat one more than another. .”

233, "...you go tell Huo Yan about this."

Fang Zhuo curled his lips, he just told you because he didn't dare, old pervert, he seemed very happy to see his little bird dying.

Fuck, it's a beast.

When Huo Yan came out of the shower, he saw the young boy lying on the bed without love. He dried his hair and walked over, touching Fang Zhuo's forehead.

Fang Zhuo looked up at him, suppressing the anger in his heart, "Isn't Mister still asleep?"

"I have to deal with work, you go to bed first." After finishing speaking, he left.

Fang Zhuo, "..."

He moaned on the bed for a while, got up wrapped in the quilt, and went to the living room.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, there is a European-style desk with a glass-colored desk lamp on it. Huo Yan is actually wearing a pair of glasses and is looking at something on the computer.

Fang Zhuo stepped on his slippers and sat down in front of the sofa, deliberately making rustling noises.

Huo Yan lowered his gaze and raised it, like a sharp knife, poking straight at Fang Zhuo's face, "If you make any noise again, I'll throw you into the sea."

There are sharks, octopuses, weird-looking sea worms, and poisonous jellyfish that sting...

Fang Zhuo shivered and curled up on the sofa, "I promise not to make a sound, I'm just scared and dare not sleep alone."

Huo Yan has always been alone. Before the age of 15, his parents were busy looking for the key and the whereabouts of that person. In the huge house, he was only accompanied by a housekeeper and a private teacher.

These companions seem to be close, but because of the difference in status, there is a distance.

Later, the butler got old, retired, his parents passed away, and even the private tutor left the house because he had nothing to teach him.

The people around him left one by one, and he was used to being alone.

For the first time in 30 years, someone was with him through the long night.

Fang Zhuo is always mastering his sitting posture. At first, he sat upright, keeping a [-]-degree angle with the sofa. The angle gradually narrowed, and finally he lay on his side on the sofa.

It perfectly interprets an infatuated image that even if you are sleepy, I will accompany you to cultivate immortality.

The shaping of this image is very useful, Huo Yan actually hugged him!

Fang Zhuo opened one eye, looked at the man's beautiful jawbone, and smiled, "Even if it's an iron wall, I can warm it up for you."

Huo Yan put him on the bed and went back to the desk in the living room.

The computer is in the hot spring hotel. Regarding all the monitoring of those waiters, he can be sure that T is not among them.

T is the abbreviation given to himself by that person, terminator, terminator.

He was like a mouse hiding in the gutter, maliciously admiring how the last member of the Dragon Clan died step by step.

According to his father, T's mother was a human being.

The Dragon Clan has always been isolated from the world and has never had any contact with humans, but one day T's father brought back a human woman and gave birth to a child despite the clan's opposition.

The patriarch was merciful, and he kept him because they loved each other and had a son.

Until one day, the tribe found many pigeons flying to the outside world, and they shot all the arrows, but they still couldn't shoot down all of them, and some of them flew away from the island.

The legs of the downed pigeons were full of descriptions of Treasure Island and the weaknesses of the Dragon Clan.

The tribe was angry and set T's mother on fire. The 35-year-old human woman was engulfed by the blazing flames and burned to death.

And T's father, apologizing with death, voluntarily had the dragon's tendons.

Because of his parents, T was often ridiculed and bullied, and hatred took root in his heart. He only knew that it was these vicious people who burned his mother to death and forced his father to death. Let these people also taste the humiliation and pain they have suffered.

The location of the hermitage must have been exposed.The people on Treasure Island are worried that their peaceful and peaceful life will soon be broken. The elders of the clan have even started planning to take everyone to migrate to a more distant place to live in seclusion.

Every year on the ancestor worship day, the patriarch would go to the Dragon Tomb alone, which is the resting place of the ancestors.

The key to open the Dragon Tomb and the route to the Dragon Tomb will only be told to the next patriarch before the patriarch dies.

It is rumored that there are countless treasures and gold in the Dragon Tomb, but the clansmen who love gold and silver treasures have never paid attention to the treasures of the Dragon Tomb, so every day, everyone will still do what they should do, and will not be curious about any curious.

Except for T, who sneaked up after him.At the same time, his mother's clan who cooperated with him also landed on Treasure Island.

They know how to catch the dragons who have turned into dragons, where to insert the knife to make it painful, and know all the exits on the island.

The dragon clan, which was originally thinly populated, faced a catastrophe of extinction, and only a few fled.

T killed the patriarch, got the key, came to Zulong's grave, and cast the most vicious curse.

Curse the dragon who survived the escape, like his mother, died in the agony of being burned by the fire on this day at the age of 35.

According to legend, T wanted to remove some treasures at that time, but because he was not the patriarch, he was ejected by Longzhong.

Probably holding the mentality of "I can't get it, you can't get it", he threw the key away.It may be in the abyss of the sea, or it may be in the rocks of a rugged mountain on land.

In short, the Huo family has not been found for so many years.

Huo Yan put away his thoughts, and his eyes fell on the hand wearing the glove. He took off the glove, and the back of his hand was covered with black dragon scales. As the time of death drew closer, the dragon scales would gradually cover his whole body.

If he dies, there will be no more dragons in this world.

When Fang Zhuo woke up, he was the only one left in the room, the light was dim, and the sound of howling wind was everywhere.

He got out of bed and opened the curtains. A plastic bag happened to be blown over and hit the glass.

The trees outside were all blown to their waists, and the dome was dim, as if it would fall at any moment.

Typhoon is coming.

The bodyguard heard the commotion inside, brought the breakfast in, and relayed the boss's words, "The weather has changed, the boss wants you to stay in the hotel."

It's not just the weather that changes, it's people too.

Before dawn, some island patrol personnel found a body on the seashore. According to preliminary judgment, it should have fallen from the rock above and fell to death with its head down.

In another tea room, a middle-aged man was sitting opposite Huo Yan, who was also one of the bosses of this trip.

The boss was friends with the deceased who was found by the sea and lived in the same hotel. He glanced at the black-clothed bodyguard standing in the room and dared not hide anything.

"Actually, Lao Jin's company has suffered a financial breakdown a long time ago. This time I followed Treasure Island to attract some investment. As a result, I don't know when rumors began to spread on the ship that Treasure Island has treasures. I said this It's a lie, he doesn't believe it, especially after arriving at Treasure Island, he became more and more bewildered, often talking to himself, and sleepwalking at night... at night."

Huo Yan took a sip of tea and asked him, "When."

"The night before yesterday, also, and last night..." The boss said and secretly glanced at Huo Yan, feeling a little scared and guilty, if he told Huo Yan or others about sleepwalking earlier, maybe Lao Jin would not will die.

A flash of white lightning exploded in the distance, and the torrential rain fell in an instant. Coupled with the frenzied hurricane, even the bicycles parked on the road were blown far away.

Fang Zhuo sat in the projection room on the sixth floor of the hotel, seemingly watching a movie, but actually watching Huo Yan's live broadcast.

The man made a phone call to ask the bodyguards about his whereabouts, and then got into the car in the rain.

Looking at Huo Yan's soaked shirt and the strong chest muscles outlined, Fang Zhuo couldn't help licking his lips, "To be honest, the protagonist's figure is really good, every muscle is just right."

Not too much, not too much, not oily or greasy, it feels very attractive when touched.

233's tone was a little proud, "Of course, the protagonist's appearance data is calculated through precise calculations. In the small world, there is absolutely no one with a more perfect appearance than him."

Can this be figured out?

Fang Zhuo asked in a scientific spirit, "Big brother too"

233 said seriously, "Yes."

Thinking of Huo Yan's big baby hiding in his trousers, Fang Zhuo couldn't help hissing. The most perfect size in the world is definitely not fake. He was convinced from body to heart.

"Hello, do you want juice?" a question came from my ear.

Before Fang Zhuo answered, the two bodyguards had already stood up.

The little brother's face changed with fright, he raised the tray in his hand, and his voice weakened a few degrees, "Do you want tea or coffee?"

Fang Zhuo said, "Tea, thank you."

The little brother put down the glass teacup and ran away quickly.

The news of Lao Jin's death spread to the whole island at a very fast speed. Reminiscent of the previous oil tanker fire, everyone speculated that Lao Jin's death might not be an accident, but a deliberate murder.

Someone deliberately wanted to keep them on the island and kill them one by one.Or, they wanted to arrest them all, blackmail their families, and demand a high ransom.

As for Lao Jin, he probably broke through their trick by accident and was murdered to silence him.

For a moment, everyone was trembling, looking at each other in the wrong way, suspicious, defensive, and speculated that the instigator was hiding among them.

Fang Zhuo's current state of mind is similar to that of other people. He has seen the disguise skills of that skin-picking demon before.

Wherever he goes now, he will be nervous and nervous, but the bodyguards are more nervous than him. Anyone who comes close, even the most ordinary service staff will be suspected.

Fang Zhuo asked the two to sit down, and took a look at the movie theater. There were more than a dozen people sitting here and there. The light was dim and their faces could not be seen clearly. But those eyes, illuminated by the screen, flickered, looking at some weird.

He sat down and looked at the live broadcast of the system. Huo Yan had already returned to the hotel, drenched from inside to outside, and the bodyguards were miserable.

The lobby manager of the hotel came over and said something in a low voice.

Huo Yan looked into the distance, a girl in a pink dress with a pale face from the cold was standing in the corner, looking at him timidly and expectantly.

Fang Zhuo also saw it, and muttered, "Why is Ai Jia here?"

233 said, "Maybe I'm afraid, I came to you."

Fang Zhuo also thought about it, this kind of horrible weather, even a man as bold as him is afraid, let alone a little girl like Ai Jia.

He turned his gaze and saw Ai Jia walking in front of Huo Yan, and shouted in fear, "Mr. Huo."

Huo Yan frowned, his eyes were unfamiliar, "I don't know you."

Ai Jia had expected that big people would bother to remember such insignificant people like them.

The person in front of him, I'm afraid he even forgot what he confessed to him back then.

She didn't feel too hurt, and said the purpose of her visit, "Mr. Huo, I came to find Lin Haiyang, but the hotel manager said that there was no such person among the guests who booked the room..."

Ai Jia's voice gradually weakened under Huo Yan's oppressive eyes.

Huo Yan's clothes were dripping all the time, and they fell on the clean floor, forming a small puddle very quickly.

Ai Jia's frail body trembled, and she felt more and more scary about the man in front of her, and it was such a formidable man who was conquered by Lin Haiyang, who once refused to say a word.

Lin Haiyang's presence in the class is too low, Ai Jia's most memory of him is silence.

But this time when he came to the island, Lin Haiyang has changed amazingly. He loves to laugh, talk, and dares to pursue love.

Some people are like this, only when they meet someone they really like, who make them willing to change, the different self hidden in the body, will they be awakened.

"What do you want from him?" Huo Yan tugged at his tie and unbuttoned the collar of his wet shirt.

On the other end, the manager quickly handed over the towel.

Huo Yan took it and wiped it casually, watching the girl hesitate to speak, the gloom in her eyes became even worse, "Do you like him?"

The audience outside the venue almost spit out the hot tea they had just taken when they heard this sentence.

"Did the boss lose his memory? Ai Jia only confessed to him a few days ago." Fang Zhuo was shocked.

233 There is nothing to say, Huo Yan has always turned a blind eye to those Yingyingyanyans outside, since he can't see them, naturally he won't remember them.

Ai Jia was so overwhelmed by the gaze above her head that she couldn't lift her head, "I don't like him. I came here to ask him for help. There is really no other meaning."

Afraid that Huo Yan would not believe it, she plucked up the courage to look up, "I know he is your boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Huo Yan raised his eyebrows, these three words were very new to him.

Only then did Ai Jia realize that she had said the wrong thing.Apart from myself and Huo Yan, there were many other people in the hall. What I said just now meant that the two of them came out publicly.

The tolerance of homosexuality in this society is not that high, and the rich pay attention to image and face...

"Mr. Huo, I'm sorry, I made a slip of the tongue, I..." Ai Jia broke into a sweat, for fear of being thrown out of the hotel.

"You're right." Huo Yan's expression was serious and cold, like angry, but not angry.

Ai Jia was terrified and didn't know what to do. Then he heard the man say, "But I still have to correct you, Lin Haiyang is not my boyfriend."

Not to mention Ai Jia, even Fang Zhuo himself was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

You fucked me twice, twice!It's a bit unkind to slap your ass now and don't want to admit it.

The two bodyguards noticed that the boy's face had changed obviously, and his eyes staring at the big screen were very fierce.

But on the screen, a man and a woman are clearly kissing passionately, and they are about to have sex, how harmonious.

The two looked at each other and suddenly understood.

Eighteen or nineteen-year-old boys are full of energy. It's not surprising that they get hard after watching a movie. Fortunately, their boss is in good health. After so many years of being single, he doesn't know how much energy has been hoarded in his body, and he is worried that he has no place to vent.

Thinking about it this way, the two are quite a match.

The lobby on the first floor was unnervingly quiet.

Ai Jia blushed with anger, "You, how could you do this!"

Huo Yan's expression was cold, even if he was drenched, he couldn't hide his aura. He scanned around and saw many gloating faces.

The object of schadenfreude is self-evident.

Huo Yan raised the corners of his lips mockingly, his voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone present to hear clearly, "To be exact, he is my lover, another master of the Huo family."