Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

When Song Xi heard this voice, Song Xi's first reaction was to be confused, and the second reaction was to be confused in capital letters. He picked up the original body's memory again and again, and repeatedly confirmed that the original body did not have any impression of this voice.

He twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, and when he was about to mumble and continue to walk down, he suddenly lightened up, he was picked up by someone, and he was slightly bumped up due to inertia.

One of the man's hands was placed on the crook of his leg, and the other was around his shoulder. Although it was a standard princess hug posture, apart from the hands, there was hardly any close contact between the two of them.

Casual and gentlemanly.

The police comrade next to him was chattering about something.

Song Xi couldn't listen, his whole thoughts were disturbed by this princess' hug, and he kept thinking in his heart, I can't see, I can't see, I'm not embarrassed, I'm not embarrassed...

The mountain road that was often trampled by people was still very steep, but the man stepped on every step firmly while holding him, and the clear breathing sound came from the top of his head and entered Song Xi's ears, a little hot.

"System, you really don't know who he is?"

The system's brief menopause is over: "I'll check the information."

The information didn't arrive for a long time, Song Xi thought about it, and according to Yuanshen's personality, he lowered his eyes and pretended to be a wooden man, with a gloomy and unhappy appearance.

Although this posture is very strange, it is impossible to refuse it. He is worried about the trouble of walking, and he is a fool not to take advantage of it!

Everyone was on their way, and no one was paying attention. The man at the end hugged Song Xi, his eyes flickered, and his expression seemed a little weird...

·

When he was almost on the road halfway up the mountain, the system finally sent a message.

The man's name is Feng Chengyi, 31 years old, one of the famous business leaders in the original plot.

Song Xi finished reading this sentence: "It's gone?"

"Gone."

Song Xi: "..."

The system said: "Are you secretly scolding me?"

"...You just need to understand."

He didn't want to talk to the system, so he turned on the mandatory blocking function, which was his most satisfying system service so far.

Already on the road, Feng Chengyi put Song Xi down, turned around and walked towards his car without looking back, as if the helpful person just came from another dimension.

Father He stood in front of his car, stared dumbfounded for a long time, and then glanced at Song Xi who was gloomy and speechless, his expression was a bit indescribable.

Here, Feng Chengyi got into the car, raised his hand and took off his suit jacket with wrinkled cuffs, took out a bottle of mineral water from the car seat and took a leisurely sip.

Walking down the mountain road with a grown man in his arms, it would be a lie to say that he was not tired.

The assistant in the front row took out a new coat and handed it to him. Thinking of the scene he saw through the car window just now, he asked cautiously, "Sir, do you need me..."

Feng Chengyi screwed on the bottle cap, put on his coat, reached out and pushed the frame of the mirror, and said calmly: "No, go back."

The assistant moved his mouth, but finally stopped, asking less and doing more.

The car started, and Feng Chengyi looked at the woods passing by the window, as if there was still a warm touch on his hand, he raised his hand and rubbed his fingertips lightly.

It's so thin, it hurts.

Suddenly, a chuckle overflowed, and the whispers dissipated in the air, some couldn't hear clearly.

·

Here Song Xi also left behind the police car. He didn't know what He Tu said to his own father in the car. The group stayed in the interrogation room for a while. It's settled, after a set of operation procedures, he doesn't even have the right to speak.

Song Xi didn't care, but the comrade policeman, I don't know if he saw something, and he was very angry. After they finished the notes according to the usual practice, he used the reason that the three red-haired people had extremely improper attitudes, and forced them to take a few minutes. People squatted in the bureau and read the core socialist values ​​ten times.

In front of Song Xi, the system said that the red-haired Yang Wang had hated him several times, and probably blamed him for all the hatred.

When he walked out of the police station, he also took away a simple blind stick given by the police comrade. The driver of Jiang's family said in a strange way at the door, "Second Young Master." But he stretched out his hand to guide him into the car.

The Jiang family is so strange. You can look down on people who are not welcome, but you can't bully them in the open and hit the Jiang family's face.

So, Song Xi, who returned to Jiang's house, had a real experience of what cold violence is.

From entering the yard to entering the house, during this period, no one spoke to him. Song Xi could hear the busy footsteps of the servants passing by, the barking of the pet dog in the house, and the mistress of the Jiang family directing the servants to move. The sound of things, the Jiang family is very lively, except for him.

This is almost an unwritten rule of the Jiang family. Mrs. Jiang does not want to see him. When she is at home, no one wants to get into trouble for a blind "young master".

Song Xi had no one to show him the way, so he called the system to act as a humanoid navigation for him.

He passed the living room and heard Mrs. Jiang's voice raised several degrees, saying that her son gave her some luxury, limited edition.

Song Xi's heart didn't fluctuate, because he didn't know any of these luxuries.

As she said that, Mrs. Jiang began to praise her son again and again, babbling about what big things the other party has done in the company recently. His son's birthday is approaching. birthday party.

After finishing speaking, she paused again, and asked meaningfully: "Oh, Jiang Xi, isn't your birthday coming soon?"

Song Xi knew that she did it on purpose, Yuanchen's mother died on this day, he was too lazy to deal with it, imitating the anger that Yuanchen should have, and pursed his lips without saying a word, groping towards his room.

No woman can accept the product of her husband's infidelity, but the original body who has no right to choose should not be trampled on at will, no matter who is right or wrong, or everyone is at fault, Song Xi doesn't care about these things, he is not the original body, he It's just a tasker, he can't use his subjective opinion to judge things he has never experienced.

If you really want to find out right from wrong, Song Xi still thinks that father Jiang should be slapped on the face, a scumbag who does scumbags, and when he puts on his pants, he just wants to make himself happy.

Seeing Song Xi's expression, Mrs. Jiang withdrew her energy contentedly, and waved someone to help Song Xi back to the room. After speaking, she did not forget to order: "Tomorrow, ask someone to make better clothes for Jiang Xi. For the banquet next week."

Song Xi was relieved. After being helped into the room, and with the sound of closing the door, he supported the wall with his hands and touched the bookshelf little by little.

Yuanshen has a bookshelf, which is full of books for the blind. Because Yuanshen is jealous of his own eyes, he has never read these books, and a thick layer of dust has fallen on the books.

Song Xi found the latest one, pulled it out, opened it excitedly, and touched it with his fingers.

"..."

He changed the line again and touched.

"..."

"Fuck, what's all this?" Song Xi swallowed and asked the system.

The system answered irrelevantly: "Books for the blind."

Song Xi: "I want to ask, what is in this book."

The system was speechless: "Braille."

Song Xi: "..."

Yes, he knew that it was a book for the blind, and he also knew that it was Braille, but who the hell would know that this Braille is completely different from Chinese characters, it is a system of its own!

Song Xi put his finger on the book for the blind and fumbled back and forth, let alone Braille, he is an illiterate now, and thinking about the books on the original shelf, he fell silent.

Song Xi pulled out the task issued by the system and thought about it, what is it?What academic boss?

He is an illiterate with smeared eyes, and has become a knowledgeable academic boss?

Song Xi suddenly wanted to take out the system and beat him up.