Quick Transmigration Rescue Plan

In the composition room, Jiang Mo rubbed his brows with a face full of headaches, and 520 asked cautiously, "Master, why do I think your musical attainments are higher than the original owner's?"

Jiang Mo thought to himself, that's a matter of course. After all, when he was doing the cannon fodder counterattack mission, he also transmigrated and became a genius musician. That body has the ability to empathize with all things, and the music he creates is the real sound of nature. I also have this ability after completing the task, but because of different bodies, the feeling is not so strong. If it is my original body, the ability is the real empathy.

But these 520 systems don't know, it still thinks its host is a newcomer, so Jiang Mo bowed his head and said: "Lingling, you think too much, it may be because the original owner has rich knowledge about music in the memory, so I can The person who teaches the composition department, after all, I don't know music."

520 let out a ignorant "Oh".

Jiang Mo laughed lowly after hearing this, then stood up, poured a glass of water to moisten his throat, and prepared to go home from work. When he just left the composition room and walked to the creation room, he saw that the light in the creation room was still on, so he walked in curiously .

I thought to myself that the people in the composition department would not be willing to get off work if I explained to them today, and it dragged on for two hours. At this time, there should be no one in the company?Why is there still a light in the studio?

Jiang Mo pushed open the door of the creative studio, and saw a thin figure lying in front of the computer with one hand covering his stomach, looking very weak, Jiang Mo walked up to him and knocked on the table.

The person lying on the table raised his head, his face was pale, a few drops of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, he was biting his lip, with a painful expression on his face.

Jiang Mo saw that this wasn't the protagonist's acceptance?So he asked with concern: "What's the matter? It's been two hours past the off-duty time, why don't you get off work? Is it because you feel uncomfortable?"

Ye Wanggui looked at Jiang Mo in surprise and said, "Mr. Jiang, it's you. Do you work here too? I'm fine, but I didn't eat lunch. Now my stomach hurts. Let me lie down for a while and it will be fine."

Jiang Mo frowned and looked at him in pain, then turned and left.Ye Wanggui looked at his unhesitating back, and thought of yesterday's warm back, and couldn't help but shed tears a little aggrieved.

After a while, Ye Wanggui was trembling with pain, and he had gone from sitting on the stool to squatting on the ground holding his belly. At this time, he heard the sound of pushing the door and a footstep approaching him. He felt a little scared and confused. Lifting his head, he saw Jiang Mo holding a cup of porridge in his hand, holding a steamed bun and seeing him with an unhappy expression on his face.

Jiang Mo walked up to him, opened the thermos, let him drink some hot porridge, then looked at him and reprimanded: "You deserve it, do you dare not eat at noon next time? Knowing that you have a bad stomach, you are still so self-willed. Let me see who will bring you porridge next time, it will hurt you to death."

Ye Wanggui carefully held the thermos and drank the porridge one mouthful at a time, feeling sweet in his heart, but seeing Jiang Mo's serious expression, he lowered his head in shame.

Seeing him drinking porridge like a little hamster, Jiang Mo couldn't help but feel that such a little shou was a little cute, so he took out his mobile phone to take a photo of him, but forgot to turn off the sound, only heard a click, Ye Wanggui He raised his head in doubt and looked at Jiang Mo in doubt.

Looking at that gorgeous face, Jiang Mo couldn't help feeling guilty, so he stroked Ye Wanggui's hair and said softly, "It's okay, don't just drink water, eat the buns too."

Ye Wanggui nodded happily and squinted his eyes: "Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Mo found a place to sit down, and then started to play with his mobile phone. After a while, seeing Ye Wanggui still eating buns, he asked suspiciously, "Why are you still up from get off work so late? Are you not done with the project?" ?”

[The author has something to say: Pass by and throw a recommendation ticket before leaving! QAQ]