Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

What Jiang Yun said sounded reasonable, and Song Xi didn't respond. The kindness of life is great, and the Jiang family also has some kindness for the original body, but the original body is dead. After entrusting the task, the soul is probably gone. It's time to leave.

Those who should be paid back have all been paid back, even if there are still those who have not been paid back, after the death of the original body, the Jiang family has collected a lot of compensation, and they have already settled it.

And Song Xi didn't think Jiang's father wanted to see him, if he really went, he might be able to wake him up alive.

"Jiang Xi" is the pillar of shame of Jiang's father. He existed for a day, and Jiang's father and his wife had a deep thorn in their hearts. Looking at Jiang's father, this is the evidence of being played around by a woman in his romantic history, and he was born with a disability.

Song Xi didn't believe what Jiang Yun said about the deep love between father and son, he only believed that there was a pit waiting for him to jump.

Now the more he talked, the tighter the other party's bite became. He didn't bother to talk to Jiang Yun, so he reached out and pulled Feng Chengyi's sleeve based on his feeling, "Didn't you say you're busy, there's going to be a delay."

The man hummed lightly, and took his hand very naturally, as if this action had been done thousands of times.

Song Xi actually wanted to ask his assistant to guide him and go on his own, but after thinking about it, he gave up, it was too time-consuming and troublesome.

Jiang Yun typed a lot of drafts, but the other party just regarded him as nothing, and left without looking back.

Pride wants him to stride away with his head held high, but he can't leave, the Jiang family has been turned into a pool of muddy water by side branches and high-level executives who are ready to move, Jiang Xi must wade in, no matter which side it is...

Jiang Yun raised his eyelids and looked at the two people whose backs were getting farther and farther away from him, shoulder to shoulder, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and raised his feet to chase up.

"Mr. Jiang, please stop." The assistant suddenly stopped in front of him, with a very tough and merciless tone.

Jiang Yun's face was pale, but his pride still prevailed. He raised his chin and sneered, "It's just a dog that can only wag its tail."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Yun straightened his tie, turned around and left gracefully.

The assistant stood behind and shrugged indifferently. There are people in this world who are not as good as dogs.

Song Xi didn't know what happened behind, and followed the man carefully. From the moment he stepped into the company's gate, he heard the sound of greetings from all around him, mixed with the sound of breathing. He even felt exaggeratedly, as if Countless lines of sight pierced towards him with probing stings.

After waiting for the exclusive elevator, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Chengyi tilted his head: "What's wrong?"

Song Xi didn't want to admit that he was a local dog, so he pulled Jiang Yun out and slipped away, "It's just a little strange, why Jiang Yun insisted on me going back."

He asked casually, but he didn't expect the man to listen to him. He thought about the news he got and explained directly: "Someone in power in the Jiang family has an accident, and he holds shares in his hand. If he can't come up with a will, he just If it can be resolved according to legal procedures, you have the legal right to inherit... The Jiang family is too chaotic."

Song Xi nodded thoughtfully. If it is true what Feng Chengyi said, then Jiang's father did not make a will. According to formal procedures, he is the legal heir on the Jiang family's account, and the shares will more or less belong to him. one serving.

Having said that, he could instantly understand Jiang Yun's abnormal behavior. In the original plot, "Jiang Xi" is dead now, and the legal heir is naturally Jiang's father's wife and only son. Uehara's shares are the largest shareholder of the Jiang family, but now, it's like an apple is suddenly divided into three shares, two of which have owners, but the remaining one, everyone wants to taste it.

Song Xi didn't expect that he suddenly became an apple, he didn't want to go into this muddy water, he was just an outsider.

"Jiang Yun thinks that I can voluntarily give up the shares?"

The elevator dinged and the floor arrived.

Feng Chengyi led him out, his voice kept saying, "Well, it should be like this."

Song Xi suddenly thought, "Can you sell it to him directly?"

Feng Chengyi said, "... yes."

"Then sell it to him." Song Xi really didn't want to make a mess with others. Instead of being bothered by others, he might as well pay the money with one hand and the shares with the other.

Feng Chengyi took him to the sofa in the office and sat down, pondered: "Have you thought about it?"

Song Xi didn't think about anything, and rubbed his butt on the sofa, "I'm a blind man, what kind of shares do I want?"

This matter changed the original body, and this is probably the same decision. In Yuan Xin's heart, he hated Jiang's father the most, followed by Jiang's servants who acted according to people's faces and He Tu. For Jiang Yun and Mrs. Jiang, The original body wanted to hate, but couldn't.

The identity is wrong, the position is wrong.The members of Jiang's family couldn't tell who was the most pitiful.

Feng Chengyi seemed to smile, and said, "I'll ask my assistant to help you with this matter, he is better at it."

Song Xi couldn't ask for it, and everyone liked the shopkeeper.

Feng Chengyi gave him a new mobile phone and a pair of connected Bluetooth earphones, "This one can be directly controlled by voice, you should try it first."

Song Xi manipulated his mobile phone to find a famous book to listen to. Feng Chengyi brought him a bunch of snacks from his assistant and put them beside him. After a few instructions, he turned around and went to the side to get busy with work.

In the office, the nib of the pen and the paper made regular rustling sounds. Song Xi leaned against the soft sofa and listened with relish with a Bluetooth headset. He completely forgot where he was. When I got a bottle of milk, the shape felt like the shape of an AD calcium bottle.

The sound of gurgling and drinking water can be heard in the relatively quiet room. Feng Chengyi, who was sitting on the office chair facing the sofa and reading documents, raised his head subconsciously. The young man was hanging on the sofa with one leg crossed, holding a bottle of AD calcium in both hands He was sucking in small mouthfuls.

After taking a sip of milk, even the Adam's apple was rolling.

Feng Chengyi's throat also rolled, and so did his sight. After exhaling, his Adam's apple rolled around and returned to its original position, but his eyes were dishonest, rolling straight and rolling, directly rolling along the collarbone of the young white and thin neck Go down, can't go up, and don't want to go up.

Feng Chengyi was saluting, and the object of salutation was Song Xi who was sitting on the sofa without noticing it, and he was respectful and upright.

When Song Xi listened to the key points, he subconsciously focused on the straw, biting his teeth and grinding it back and forth, but refused to drink.

With a creak, the chair legs were wiped on the ground, Feng Chengyi stood up from the chair quickly, without saying a word, he boldly entered the bathroom in the inner room.

The sound of reading in the bluetooth headset blocked the sound of the outside world, Song Xi didn't know anything, didn't know that the man entered the bathroom and was diligently doing manual work in it.

This job is not easy to do alone. The industrious Feng Chengyi laboriously moved his hands for a long time, and the work was always a bit meaningless. Suddenly, Song Xi's voice calling "Mr. Feng" sounded outside, clear and crisp , Mr. Feng's heart trembled for a moment, his breath sank, and he completed this great manual work.

The work was finished, but Mr. Feng was not happy, he waited for a while and walked out of the toilet, the low air pressure almost drifted several miles away.

Song Xi didn't smell it, he only smelled a strong smell of tobacco from the man, it was so strong and choking, as if the man had spit all the smoke on him one by one, taking a cigarette bath.

Song Xi shrugged his nose like a puppy, and stepped back when he smelled the choking smell, and couldn't help coughing a few times. This body had never smoked before, and he couldn't adapt to it.

Feng Chengyi stepped back, his voice was damp and hoarse, "What's wrong."

Song Xi was a little embarrassed, and whispered: "I want to go to the bathroom."

Feng Chengyi stretched out his arms to take off his coat, put his hand on the office chair, helped him into the toilet, led him to the toilet to align it, and turned on the ventilation function when he went out.

After closing the door, Feng Chengyi stood at the door, lowered his head, looked at the water-stained trousers, and exhaled heavily.

Really crazy, always calm and self-sustaining, but when he met the young man inside, it was as if he had been drugged, and he lost his composure due to bewilderment.

Feelings surged up inexplicably, as if the two had met a long time ago, there are many difficulties, nothing can stop the bond between souls...

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In the toilet here, Song Xi stood still, smelling the faint smell of water in the space, and helped himself to pee.

Since he couldn't see it, there was another point that was particularly bad. It was easy to go to the toilet. In Jiang's house, he used a special toilet with a fixed position, and he was quite proficient with the original body's memory.

He was not used to using this ordinary toilet, even if he was careful and careful, he still urinated sideways this time and splashed from the side of the toilet to the floor. Song Xi touched his trouser legs, and it was also stained and dirty.

He didn't go out inside, Feng Chengyi walked around outside, but didn't hear any sound inside, so he reached out and knocked on the door, "Jiang Xi?"

After a while, the young man's voice came out through the door, sounding very embarrassed, "Mr. Feng, I'm sorry, I seem to have dirty the inside."

After listening, Feng Chengyi pushed open the door and looked at the young man standing in front of the toilet, his head almost buried in an ostrich costume, and his ears were so red that he was bleeding, he burst out laughing for a moment: "It's okay, I'll call someone later." to deal with."

Song Xi's face was burning with shame and indignation, the corners of his lips parted and parted, and he held back for a long time before he said resentfully, "Um...do you have pants?"

Feng Chengyi was stunned for a moment, his gaze moved down, and he saw a little wetness on the trousers of the young man. After realizing it instantly, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and the words rolled to his lips and changed to: "No."

Song Xi almost pulled his hair down, pulled his pants in disgust, did he just go out like this?I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but Song Xi feels like he can smell it now.

Feng Chengyi stopped teasing him, and couldn't resist stretching out his hand to ruffle Song Xi's hair, "Okay, I'll ask my assistant to bring you a new one later, go out first."

"Or I'll just wait here." Song Xi didn't want to go out. To be precise, he didn't want to go out with a smell. The toilet was already dirty, so he couldn't dirty his office.

Feng Chengyi also saw that he was embarrassed, stretched out his hand and pulled him away from the toilet, and said calmly, "Take off your pants first."

Song Xi didn't turn his head around, and turned his head to him: "What, what?"

Feng Chengyi's mouth was serious, and he couldn't hear any unusual ups and downs, "Take off your pants first if they get dirty. The smell in the toilet is strong. If you stand for a while, you will get the smell on your body. Go out for a while."

Song Xi thought about it, nodded and said: "That's okay." He was embarrassed for a second or two, and then stretched out his hand to pull his pants neatly. In front of the straight man, you and I are brothers, anyway, he still wears clothes underneath. one.

He moved very fast, so fast that before Feng Chengyi could react, the young man in front of him was already bare|slip|slipping with two legs, and the dirty pants fell on the ground at will, dark colored, and it was very difficult for his feet to step on them. Clearly.

Feng Chengyi's gaze slowly floated up from his ankles, up, and then with difficulty to the bend of his legs. He stopped, closed his eyes, suppressed the urge to salute vertically, and said softly, "Stretch out your hand."