I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

Chunle made a phone call to Song Hanzhang after getting off the plane, but was ruthlessly hung up after two rings as usual.

He was dragging his suitcase, standing at the airport where people came and went in a hurry, looking out of place, his slender eyelashes overturned to block the scene in his eyes, Chun Leshui was quiet, and called Song Hanzhang again.

This time the waiting time was a bit long, and every time there was a sound, his heart was raised.

Until the waiting sound on the phone was suddenly interrupted, and after two seconds of response, Chun Leshui's obsidian-like eyes lit up visibly to the naked eye.

"Hanzhang!" He couldn't wait to call out the other person's name, with a joyful and vivid expression, and the surprise in his tone made his beautiful face seem to have a layer of luster, which attracted the frequent glances of passers-by.

It was quiet over the phone.

The tiny rubbing sound of the universal wheels of the suitcase passing the airport floor was covered by the noise of the environment. Chun Leshui waited for a while. It was not easy for Song Hanzhang to answer his call. He didn't want to miss this opportunity and asked cautiously: " Hanzhang, I just got off the plane...will you go home tonight?"

After speaking, he held his breath and waited nervously for Song Hanzhang's reply.

However, what he was waiting for was another strange male voice: "Young Master Song—"

"This is Hanzhang's call..." Chun Leshui quickly cut off the other person's words, his voice trembling slightly, "Who are you?"

Vaguely, Chun Leshui also heard a bit of lingering background music, and a female voice with a strong texture sang blues with ambiguous lyrics.

He is at the bar.

Chun Leshui bit her lower lip lightly, pretending to be calm after guessing something: "Please return the phone to Hanzhang."

In the psychedelic private room, the bodies of men and women are entangled and groaning/groaning in all directions.

The man was sitting on the sofa, with his two long legs wrapped in suit trousers folded leisurely. He rested one hand on the back of the dark brown leather sofa, pinched the mouth of the wine glass loosely with three fingers, and swung his wrist lightly. The ice cubes hit the walls of the glass lightly.

The sound is crisp and pleasant.

Compared with the smog in other corners, Song Hanzhang, who only has a little love in his arms, seems out of place in his "devotion" and "cleanness".

And the boy lying on his chest was holding his mobile phone, and told Chun Leshui with a smile: "Song Shao is inconvenient now, if you have anything to say, you can tell me, and I will convey it for you."

The lower lip was bitten white, leaving two deep tooth marks when it was released.

Chun Leshui was a little indifferent: "No need."

After he finished speaking, he was about to hang up the phone, but he heard the boy on the opposite side say, "Song Shao asked me to tell you that he will go home tonight."

After saying this, without waiting for any response from him, the phone was hung up.

The collar of Song Hanzhang's shirt was extremely open, and the boy's fingertips gently circled the large honey-colored skin on his chest: "Song Shao, are you really going home tonight?"

Song Hanzhang looked down at him, and parted his mouth to reveal a playful smile.

On the other side, Chun Leshui stared at the hung up phone and was silent for a few seconds. He pushed the suitcase and walked towards the exit, but when he saw a familiar face waiting at the exit from a distance, his eyes turned red.

The other party raised his hand to greet him: "Leshui."

Chun Leshui took a deep breath, a perfectly angled smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he walked towards the older man.

"Uncle Xu," Chun Leshui was a little surprised, "Why are you here?"

Uncle Xu's full name is Xu Qing. He is the housekeeper of the Song family. He has taken care of Mr. Song's daily life since he was young.

It is Song Hanzhang who usually respects three points. It is really overkill for him to come to the airport to pick up Chun Leshui.

"The school called to say you were injured," Uncle Xu said, "The old man is worried, so he asked me to come pick you up."

Chun Leshui went abroad to perform with the school this time, and accidentally sprained her foot during the rehearsal, so she returned home alone.

In order to prevent his family members from worrying that he did not tell his family members about this matter, he did not want the teacher who led the team to report it to the school, who directly told the old man.

Chun Leshui said: "Grandpa is worried, it's just a minor injury for me, it's fine."

"What kind of injury?" Uncle Xu disagreed. "You're a dancer again. Don't think it's just a sprain and you don't care about it. If you get sick later, will you still dance?"

Chun Leshui didn't know what he was thinking, and was slightly absent-minded.

Uncle Xu: "Le Shui?"

Chun Leshui regained his senses, he nodded quickly: "You are right, I will pay attention."

He was clearly out of shape, and his eyes were red, so Uncle Xu knew what was going on without thinking about it: "Hanzhang bullied you again?" "No." Chun Leshui shook his head, he was not good at lying, he could only feel uncomfortable Changed the topic quickly, "How is grandpa recently?"

The driver helped Chun Leshui put the luggage in the trunk, and the two sat down one after the other.

Mentioning the old man, Uncle Xu was naturally distracted: "It's still the same, by the way, Doctor Chen just happened to be checking the old man's body tonight, and let him show you your feet when you go back. You can stay in the old man for a while. Let's move back after healing the foot injury."

"But..." Chun Leshui hesitated, "Hanzhang said he would go home today."

The home that Chun Leshui was talking about was not the Song family's old house, but the wedding gift that Mr. Song gave to the young couple when he and Song Hanzhang got married.

Li Shuiwan is the real estate of the Song family. It is located in the CBD business district of the city center, with convenient transportation and convenient location. The view or overlooking the whole city is excellent.

It's just that in this nominal wedding room, Chun Leshui lives alone most of the time.

Finally, Song Hanzhang said that he would go back to rest for a night, and he would never miss anything.

Everyone knows that Chun Leshui has a deep love for Song Hanzhang, and a small family like him would never be able to climb the high branches of the Song family, let alone marry Song Hanzhang.

But it happened that Chun Leshui's father died accidentally because of saving Mr. Song, so Chun Leshui, who suddenly became an orphan in his teens, was brought home by Mrs. Song and kept by his side. Because of an accident, he had a relationship with Song Hanzhang. married.

It's just that after this marriage, the relationship between Chun Leshui and Song Hanzhang, which was barely okay, fell to the bottom of the valley.

Song Hanzhang got into bed after being drugged by Chunle.

Everyone thought that Chun Leshui was forced by Song Hanzhang, because Song Hanzhang had a lot of lovers, so no one believed it except the parties involved.

Therefore, Song Hanzhang hated Chun Leshui deeply.

But Chun Leshui has always loved him deeply, and because of guilt, he is willing to humiliate himself.

He said to Uncle Xu, "Send me back to Lishui Bay, Uncle Xu."

Uncle Xu also knew that he put Song Hanzhang first in everything, and couldn't help but persuade him as an elder: "Don't let Hanzhang do everything."

Having said that, he told the driver to turn around.

Chun Leshui behaved very well-behaved: "I know, thank you Uncle Xu."

Uncle Xu looked at him through the rearview mirror.

Chun Leshui has danced since elementary school. She is thin and straight, with thin and tough muscles wrapped around her slender limbs, just like the vigorous and straight green bamboo in the ink painting.

He has thin lips and phoenix eyes, his double eyelid folds are hidden at the end of his eyes, and they are slightly raised. The small mole under his eyes is shining, and the masculine sharpness is mixed with a bit of feminine beauty. The gender characteristics are blended in his face. It doesn't look obtrusive, but just rightly highlights his aggressive beauty.

But his character is completely different from his straightforward appearance.

Uncle Xu sighed silently in his heart and didn't say any more.

There are not many vehicles on the road at night, and it takes half an hour to go from the airport to Lishuiwan by taking the airport expressway when the road conditions are clear.

Before reaching the unit downstairs, Chun Leshui saw the lights on in the house.

He didn't even have time to get his luggage, like a bird returning home, he swiped the elevator card on the top floor anxiously.

Chun Leshui's heart seemed to hit his chest with the beating floor numbers.

Li Shuiwan has one elevator and one household, and the elevator directly enters the household. As soon as the car door opened, he couldn't wait to trot out.

All the lights in the house were on, bright as day.

Chun Leshui's jumping footsteps suffocated severely when he saw the extra pair of leather shoes that were neither him nor Song Hanzhang's in the entrance.

He stared in disbelief, followed the messy clothes and pants on the floor and stopped outside the door of the master bedroom.

The bedroom door was not completely closed, leaving a palm-width gap, and the view on the bed was not visible due to the angle of view, but from the gap in the door, two pairs of slippers on the carpet that looked like they were kicking off in a hurry could be seen.

There was only one ambiguous bedside lamp in the bedroom. The light elongated the shadow of the person on the bed, projecting obliquely on the curtains, and the kneeling figure buried his head in another person's groin.

The shadow moved, and lightly patted the kneeling man's face, Chun Leshui heard Song Hanzhang's voice: "Have a good laugh."

Chun Leshui's face turned pale in an instant, and tears rolled down in an instant.

This is obviously his home, but he tightly covered his mouth and dared not make a sound.

He was afraid of making Song Hanzhang unhappy.

In the room, the male voice that Dao Chun Leshui heard on the phone not long ago seemed vague because of something in his mouth. He asked Song Hanzhang: "Young Master Song, don't you worry about waiting for your wife to come back..."

Hearing this, Song Hanzhang sneered, grabbed the boy's hair and forced him to raise his head, but gently stroked the boy's lips with the other hand, because the eyes stained with lust/desire were dark, and just being looked at like that made the boy lighten up with excitement trembling.

"So what if you see it?" Song Hanzhang pressed his head down, "Continue."

The boy's voice was sticky: "Song Shao, you have to protect me when the time comes."

Song Hanzhang swept the door lightly, and there were small black shadows on the carpet in front of the crack of the door.

Thinking of the scene outside the door, he curled his lips and squeezed out a joyful voice from his nasal cavity: "Well, I will protect you."

The two people in the house are in full swing, and the Chunle water outside the door is like falling into an ice cave.

He even forgot to move, and stood upright until Uncle Xu's voice faintly came from the entrance: "Le Shui, is Hanzhang at home?"

Chun Leshui woke up suddenly and turned around in a panic, but the two people in the bedroom were too absorbed in hearing this slight movement.

Uncle Xu turned out of the porch, his gaze rested on Chun Leshui following the chaos of the place.

The eyes of the latter looking at him were full of despair and heartbreak. Their eyes were as red as rabbits, and there were tears in their eyes. When the eyelids moved lightly, they fell straight down like beads with broken threads.

At this moment, Uncle Xu didn't understand anything.

It's fine that Song Hanzhang likes to play outside at ordinary times, but now he brings him home directly, making it clear that he doesn't take Chun Leshui seriously, and embarrasses him specially.

It's just too outrageous!

He walked to the master bedroom in two steps, and was about to break in, but suddenly Chun Leshui grabbed his wrist.

Chun Leshui shook her head at him with tears in her eyes.

He can pretend that he doesn't know anything, as long as Song Hanzhang can go home.

Uncle Xu frowned.

Although he likes the kid Chun Leshui very much, he has to be said that sometimes he is so cowardly that it makes people angry.

He ignored Chun Leshui's pleading eyes, raised his hand and knocked on the door twice neatly, the knocking sound was short and powerful enough for the two people working in the room to hear.

I couldn't help it anymore, I thought how long he could bear it.

Song Hanzhang smiled sarcastically, and asked knowingly, "Who is it?"

But he didn't expect that it wasn't the submissive Chun Leshui who answered him, that steady voice was about to frighten Song Hanzhang on the spot: "It's me, young master."

Song Hanzhang suddenly sat up from the bed, the boy raised his head because of his ignorance, and asked, "Who is Song Shao?"

Although Uncle Xu is only a housekeeper, his status in the Song family is not low. In many cases, he can even directly represent Mr. Song.

Song Hanzhang is not afraid of him, it's just that he bumped into this matter today, and it will surely reach the old man's ears without waiting until tomorrow.

Grandpa is getting old and has been in poor health for the past few years. Song Hanzhang always pretends to be obedient in front of him, trying to avoid making him angry.

He was a little irritable, why did Uncle Xu come over?

Uncle Xu was still saying, "Clean up, I'll wait for you outside."

Song Hanzhang lost all interest. He pushed away the boy and wrapped him in a bathrobe. When he saw the boy knelt on the bed and didn't react, he got angry. He picked up the clothes on the ground and threw them on him. How can there be the tenderness on the bed just now? looks, with a violent tone: "What are you doing in a daze, do you want me to wear it for you?"

The boy was taken aback, and hurriedly put on his clothes.

It's just that his clothes are made of very little fabric, and what should be exposed and what shouldn't be exposed are all outside, Song Hanzhang said "tsk", turned around and grabbed two pieces of Chun Leshui's clothes from the cloakroom and threw them to him: "Wear this. "

After speaking, he stepped on the messy clothes on the ground with a cold face and was about to go out, but suddenly the boy grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"Young Master Song, do I want to go out too?" The boy was a little scared, although he could have no scruples in order to sleep in Song Hanzhang's bed, but being caught by Chun Leshui and being caught by the Song family are two different things.

The voice of the person outside the door sounded very low, but even Song Hanzhang had to take into account the sense of oppression in the words, so he was naturally flustered.

He didn't want to, or dared not go out.

Song Hanzhang was disturbed because of Uncle Xu's arrival, he was not as gentle as before, and he was about to leave without mercy. The boy knelt and walked to the bedside, leaning half of his body out of the bed: "Mr. Song , you said you would protect me?"

"It's just a mb, who do you really think of yourself as your boss?" Song Hanzhang pushed him away in a cold voice.

"Young Master Song!" The boy was in a hurry, and reached out to grab him, but he fell off the bed directly. He didn't catch Song Hanzhang's clothes, but pushed him on the back because of his panic.

Song Hanzhang was caught off guard by being pushed forward and staggered two steps forward, tripped by the scattered clothes under his feet, fell firmly, and hit his head on the corner of the bed.

The two people outside the door heard two muffled noises, and before they had time to think about pushing the door open, they saw Song Hanzhang lying on the ground with his eyes closed, his face turned pale with fright, and they couldn't care less about other things.

Although the floor was covered with carpets, the corners of the bed were sharp. Song Hanzhang's eyes went dark from the pain, and he lost consciousness for tens of seconds.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Chun Leshui's tearful and worried eyes.

Seeing him waking up, with tears hitting his face, Chun Leshui cried, "Hanzhang, how are you? Don't scare me."

Song Hanzhang had a splitting headache, turned his eyes away in disgust, pushed away his hand that wanted to help him, and tried to sit up while pressing his head.

Uncle Xu supported him from behind: "Young Master, are you alright?"

[Laughing, Song Hanzhang actually shaved the hair below. 】

Song Hanzhang paused when he got up, and his eyes fell between his legs.

Because he was wrapped in a bathrobe, it was only loosely tied with a belt. Although the belt did not come loose when he fell, the bathrobe was opened wide, and his two long legs and lower body were directly exposed.

Song Hanzhang: "..."