I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

Song Hanzhang submitted the plan much earlier than Song Shiqing expected, and then started to implement it in a hurry the next day, and changed his previous style after holding the relevant evidence of the subsidiary's high-level bribery and business fraud. All the high-level executives were dismissed, and the matter was done seamlessly, which made the old man very satisfied.

Since then, Song Hanzhang has been even busier. He has taken over a lot of work from Song Shiqing on his own initiative. He has been working day and night, so busy that he hardly touches the ground.

And under his sharing, Song Shiqing did have a lot of leisure time.

The old man will spend half a day after breakfast every day, dealing with Song Hanzhang's lack of authority in the group and requiring him to give instructions or make decisions. Smaller problems or content that wants to exercise Song Hanzhang's ability will be sent to Song Hanzhang's desk by Xu Qing Let him handle it.

After the lunch break, he will receive some old friends who come to visit, like directors of other companies invite him out to drink tea or play golf for dinner, and he will ask Song Hanzhang to go instead of him.

For entrepreneurs like them, socializing is actually work. Sometimes Song Hanzhang takes turns running several rounds a day, and those directors feel that Song Hanzhang is not up to the task. The so-called investment and projects are not willing to talk with him in detail, or the old man can’t see it. Temporarily let Xu Qing follow him.Xu Qing had followed Song Shiqing for most of his life, and as long as he appeared in many things, he would represent the old man's will. Those so-called elders would not dare to embarrass Song Hanzhang with Qiao.

But Song Hanzhang's growth was very rapid. Originally, it was a cooperative enterprise that called him Song Shao for Song Shiqing's face. After several rounds of transactions, he began to call him Xiao Song Zong.

But Song Shiqing had no job, and he couldn't be free. It was Chun Leshui who took him to fish twice and made the old man find fun. Sitting by the river for an afternoon, wearing a small vest, squinting his eyes and twisting the fishing line, he is no different from an ordinary old man.

Song Hanzhang is like a wind-up top, opening and closing his eyes every day is work. Although Chun Leshui moved to the same room with him, the number of times he met was actually even less than when he didn't live together.

When he went to sleep every day, Song Hanzhang hadn't come home, and when he got up every day, Song Hanzhang had basically left.

Chun Leshui can guarantee that Song Hanzhang sleeps no more than four hours a day, or less, but after nearly a month of such high-intensity work, he still has no fart problems, but the elderly Uncle Xu Tired and sick.

So Song Hanzhang found an assistant for himself, returned Xu Qing to Song Shiqing, and then took his little assistant to run around the world.

Chun Leshui really has to lament that a novel is a novel, and the protagonist deserves to be the protagonist. This iron-like physical fitness and this jaw-dropping growth rate are simply unscientific.

But there are still people who are worried about Song Hanzhang, such as Uncle Xu who just recovered from a serious illness.

Now that Song Hanzhang is on frequent business trips, he is hardly seen on the breakfast table.

Uncle Xu said: "Old man, when the young master comes back this time, I'll continue to follow him. He often doesn't eat when he's busy, and drinks coffee as water. If I don't look at it, I won't be at ease."

Song Shiqing was thoughtful, and after a while he said: "Take care of your body first."

"Let his assistant pay close attention to the meal. If you are really too busy, arrange another assistant for him, so you don't have to worry about it." Song Shiqing said while taking medicine, "He is young, you are different."

Uncle Xu laughed: "I still remember that when I was young, I could stay up all night for a few days, but now... I can't accept my old age..."

As he said that, he glanced at Chun Leshui: "If you have time, please persuade Leshui to pay attention to his body."

"I will, Uncle Xu." Chun Leshui replied, "But Hanzhang is in good health, so you don't have to worry too much. If it doesn't work, I will deliver him meals at noon and watch him eat."

Song Shiqing smiled: "I don't need you, you are exhausted from rehearsing every day."

"It's okay, Grandpa, I'm not tired."

Chun Leshui's cute smile can't find any faults, she is still the same Chun Leshui who put Song Hanzhang first.

In fact, he thought in his heart that Song Hanzhang would die. It is impossible to deliver food, not possible in this life.

He still had to go to the troupe to rehearse in the afternoon, and left after dinner.

The mountain ghost played by Chun Leshui runs through the whole play, and he has the most important role. Although he has learned all the choreography, it still takes time to memorize them all, so he can only practice continuously until he forms muscle memory.

The rehearsal of the dance drama is divided into several groups. In addition to the solo dance, the actors also need to cooperate with each other. Everyone is still in the running-in stage, and the rehearsal schedule is full.

There is a scene in which the mountain ghost becomes a female pas de deux to live with him under the expectation of a teenager. Although some dance movements in classical dance are different for men and women, it is not a big problem for professional dancers. The difficulty of dancing lies in how Chun Leshui uses a man's body to perform women's slenderness, softness and lingering.

Chun Leshui couldn't help complaining: "Why do girls have to be weak? What if the girl turned into a ghost is the kind who is strong and powerful?"

His rehearsal today was pointed out several times by the choreographer for not showing the softness and tenderness of women. Chun Leshui jumped numb, and slipped into the rehearsal hall next door to find Chu Lin who was resting, and stretched his legs beside him.

Chun Leshui's two legs were stretched into a straight horse and stuck tightly to the wall behind her. Her upper body was lying on the floor, and she rested her chin on her hands and looked at the female dancers who were rehearsing in the hall.

He murmured in a low voice: "Sister Xiaochen danced very powerfully in this dance."

Chu Lin was sitting against the wall with one leg bent in front of his chest. He had just finished drinking water and was screwing back the bottle cap.

The rehearsal hall is fully air-conditioned, everyone is wearing thin clothes, and he is still sweating on his forehead after practicing.

Hearing this, Chu Lin tapped Chun Leshui's forehead with a water bottle: "Who said girls must not be strong and powerful? Girls can, but you can't."

Chun Leshui pursed her lips, he really couldn't do it.

The female image of the mountain ghost is based on the expectations of the boy. The boy hopes that she will be a gentle, beautiful and weak woman who can only rely on him to take care of the housework and have children for him. Then the mountain ghost will reproduce him one by one. The expectation of becoming a "perfect" woman exactly as he imagined.

She can have the strength to stand on her own, but the teenager doesn't allow it, so she doesn't.

Of course Chun Leshui knows this. In fact, there is not much difference between a dancer and a real actor. They also need to thoroughly understand the characters and the script, and understand the psychology and state of the characters. It's just that the interpretation forms of the two are different.

But Chun Leshui was tired, and he really couldn't grasp that feeling. In terms of flexibility, he thought he was no different from a female dancer, but he just couldn't grasp the softness and coquettishness repeatedly emphasized by the choreographer.

"Brother, are you free?" Chun Leshui asked, "How about you rehearse with me?"

"Okay." Chu Lin put down the mineral water bottle, "Let's change rooms."

The two of them haven't performed this pas de deux together yet, and Chun Leshui wants to see if they can gain some insights when they have a partner.

As a result, the two rehearsed until midnight, and finally Jiang Buyan, who was about to leave, knocked on their door.

Jiang Buyi leaned against the door with his arms crossed, and waited until they finished dancing before knocking on the door to remind the people in the room of his existence. He raised his wrist to look at his watch: "It's twelve o'clock, are you still going home?"

Both Chun Leshui and Chu Lin looked at him through the mirror, they gasped, walked aside and filled half a bottle of water.

With the door open, the cold wind from the corridor blew in. Chun Leshui said, "Director, can we talk with the door closed? You don't fear the cold if you wear such thick clothes, what if you want to freeze me and me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Lin grabbed their coats hanging on the wall and wrapped them in Chunle water first.

"I'll do it myself, senior brother, you wear yours."

Jiang never tired of asking them: "How are you doing?"

"It's okay." Chu Lin said, "Jump to the back, Xiaochun, to find some feeling."

Jiang Buyi looked at Chun Leshui, of course he also knew that he was not in good shape today, so he asked, "How did you find it?"

Chun Leshui turned off the lights in the rehearsal hall, and the three of them walked out, the corridor was quiet, only the sound of their footsteps.

Chun Leshui hooked Chu Lin's arms and leaned on him: "It's all thanks to my senior brother's guidance, I was brought up by his emotions. You haven't seen how well my senior brother dances."

Jiang Buyi didn't see it, he just stood by the door and watched for a long time.

He snorted softly: "What's wrong with your senior brother in your eyes?"

"Everywhere is good." Chun Leshui felt that it was not enough and wanted to add, but was interrupted by Chu Lin with a chuckle, "Blow me to the sky again."

Jiang Buyi and them parted ways to go for a ride. Before Chun Leshui and Chu Lin walked out of the theater, they saw Chu Yu who had just gotten off the taxi: "Brother, I'm here to pick you up."

The scarf around his neck fell apart, and Chu Lin helped him tie it again: "Why don't you study and run so far at home?"

"I came home from school and saw that you hadn't come back. I guess you are still in the theater, so I came to pick you up. I finished my homework today, so you can't blame me." Chu Yu smiled, holding two roasted sweet potatoes in his hand , "I saw it when I took a taxi."

He just bought two, probably thinking about one for Chu Lin, but he didn't expect Chun Leshui to be there, so he handed one to him: "It's still hot, Brother Xiao Chun, eat while it's hot."

Chun Leshui happened to be a little hungry, so he was not polite to the little kid: "What do you eat if you give it to me?"

"With my brother here, can I miss a bite?"

As Chu Yu was talking, Chu Lin had already broken the sweet potato in half.

Chu Lin exchanged the peeled one with Chu Yu, and he asked Chun Leshui how to get back.

"I called the driver to pick me up." Chun Leshui said, "I guess it will be here in a while."

"Then let us wait with you."

The three of them were standing on the side of the street eating roasted sweet potatoes when they suddenly heard the roar of the accelerator pedal, which was particularly eye-catching in the silent night.

Then, before the three of them could react, a deep black heavy locomotive passed by like a sharp sword. The paint of the car faintly reflected the light of the street lamps overhead. .

Man, who doesn't like something cool and handsome.

Especially a little kid like Chu Yu who is in the second stage of middle school: "Wow, big brother, look-"

Several people looked in the direction of the motorcycle, and saw that the motorcycle turned around at the intersection ahead, turned around and came towards them.

The closer Chun Leshui got, the more familiar the figure with the helmet on the back of the car looked.

Until the other party stopped, lifted the windshield on the helmet, revealing a pair of sharp eyes.

He looked at Chun Leshui and then at Chu Lin and Chu Yu: "What's going on with you?"

"This is my younger brother. Xiaoyu's name is Brother Jiang." Chu Lin said, "We will accompany Xiaochun and wait for the driver to pick him up."

Chu Yu's eyes were staring: "Hello, Brother Jiang."

"Hello." Jiang Buyi nodded, and then asked Chun Leshui, "Where are you going, I'll see you off."

The motorcycle tilted towards Chun Leshui, Jiang Buyi stepped on the steps by the street with one long leg, and handed him another spare helmet with one hand.

Chun Leshui hesitated for three seconds, then handed over the other half of the roasted sweet potato: "Eat it before leaving?"

Jiang Buti threw the helmet to him, took off the gloves first, then took off the helmet and hugged it by his waist before taking the sweet potato.

So four men with an average height of 1.8 meters, stood on the street and ate two sweet potatoes before parting ways.

"Get in the car." After sending the Chu brothers into the car, Jiang Buyi raised his legs and stepped on the car to greet Chun Leshui.

Chun Leshui took a deep look at him: "Jiang Buyan."

Jiang Buyan was putting down the windshield when he heard this and turned his head.

Chun Leshui silently gave him a thumbs up.

Motorcycle with handsome guy.

Really eye-catching.

Jiang Buyi smiled lightly: "Hurry up and get in the car."

The motorcycle sank due to the added weight, Jiang Buyi lowered his upper body, turned his head and said, "Hold me tight for a while, and put your hands in my pockets if it's cold."

The motorcycle was fast and people were outside, but Jiang Buyan was tightly wrapped from head to toe. If Chun Leshui's hands were exposed all the time, he would probably be blown into popsicles when he got home.

His voice was muffled in the helmet, and there was a different texture to it.

While thinking that there is such a good thing, he shoved his hand into Jiang Buyan's pocket without any politeness.

The motorcycle jumped out in an instant, and the inertia led Chun Leshui to lean back slightly, and then he lay on Jiang Buyi's back in the gust of wind whistling in his ears, and hugged his waist tightly.

Their director, despite his age of 28, is actually not afraid of the cold at all.

Not to mention riding a motorcycle in the winter, I only wear two pieces. Although the collar of the coat is erected to block most of the wind blowing into the neck, there are still some fish that slip through the net.The material lining the pocket is relatively thin, and Chun Leshui tightened his forearm around Jiang Buyan's waist, and could clearly feel the tight waistline of the other party.

Although Chun Leshui really wanted to touch it, he didn't dare to move it, but even so, he shed tears of happiness.

And the time of happiness is always short, Chun Leshui felt that he hadn't hugged enough, why did he get home?

With a beautiful tail flick, the motorcycle stopped outside the Song family villa.

Chun Leshui reluctantly got out of the car, took off the helmet and gave it back to him, he shook his head, brushed his messy forehead hair, and said, "Thank you."

[Why is the road home no longer longer! 】

[The endless length! 】

"Small things." Jiang Buyi took the helmet.

He waved to Chun Leshui, and quickly disappeared into the night with his motorcycle, but because the night was quiet, the sound of the motorcycle's gas pedal could be heard from a long distance away.

Chun Leshui turned around, pushed the door open and took two steps, feeling something was wrong, when she raised her head, she bumped into Song Hanzhang by the window on the second floor.

The light was on in the room, and Song Hanzhang couldn't see his face clearly standing by the window with the backlight, but he was silent like a ghost, scaring Chun Leshui.

[Why did this dog come back so early? 】

【Is he finished on a business trip? 】

It wasn't until Chun Leshui opened the door and walked into the villa that Song Hanzhang couldn't hear his voice.

He came back very early today. After getting off the plane, he didn't go to the company again, but went home directly, and he has been dealing with work upstairs.

It's so quiet at night, and the screeching of the motorcycle's gas pedal is so loud that it's hard not to attract people's attention. Coupled with the fact that Chun Leshui is getting closer and nagging that he doesn't want to get off Jiang Buyan's car, it's really annoying. My mind was spinning over and over again on one sentence.

So Song Hanzhang simply put down his work and rested for a few minutes.

I don't know if it's because he's been too busy with work recently, or he's completely adapted to it. Hearing Chun Leshui's voice that seems to cuckold him, his heart is as calm as water.

In fact, Song Hanzhang still can't see through Chun Leshui, even if he can hear his inner voice.

In the past, he thought that Chun Leshui approached him because of his family property and money, but after careful investigation, he found that he hadn't spent much money in these years, except for the crazy shopping some time ago.

And he can't fake all kinds of concern for his grandfather, Song Hanzhang is the only person he dislikes the most in the entire Song family.

But if he had no purpose, why did he continue to stay even though he didn't like him at all?

What's more, it's these men that Chun Leshui can't forget, since he likes others so much, why is Lin Xi still indifferent even though they are delivered to his door.

No.

It's not indifferent, it's Chun Leshui thinking in his heart, but he doesn't do it or say he can't do it?

why?

Song Hanzhang pressed his temples, really couldn't figure it out.

While he was thinking about this, Chun Leshui had already entered the room, and the two of them didn't communicate with each other except for the look at each other downstairs, as if they both regarded the two parties as transparent people, and there was no longer any eye contact. .

Chun Leshui went to bed after taking a bath, plugged in earplugs and put on an eye mask, and fell asleep.

The sound of typing on the keyboard in the room gradually slowed down, and finally stopped completely. Song Hanzhang picked up the coffee cup on the table and went downstairs to have a cup of coffee. When he came back, he turned off the lights in the room, leaving only a small beam of light in front of the desk. .

It was dawn in a blink of an eye, and Song Hanzhang was no longer in the room when Chun Leshui lifted the blindfold.

The desk was empty and tidy, and there was no bedding on the floor, as if the person I saw last night was just dreaming.

However, Song Hanzhang at the dining table downstairs told Chun Leshui that he was not dreaming, and Song Hanzhang really came back.

In front of grandpa, at least the two of them had a harmonious relationship, and when they had to look at him a few more times, Chun Leshui found that Song Hanzhang had lost a lot of weight.

The mandible is obvious, the contours of the facial features are sharper, the coercion in the eyes is closer to Song Shiqing, and the whole person exudes a kind of superiority that strangers should not get close to.

[Only his father is handsome? 】

[I'm hopeless, I'm a dog. 】

[Others will only be depressed if they stay up late, but the more he stays up, the more radiant he looks, this is a bit unscientific, right? 】

[Is this the so-called protagonist halo? 】

Song Hanzhang bowed his head to eat, and after a few seconds, he took a slow look at Chun Leshui.

After Chun Leshui met his eyes, she smiled and put quick crisp cakes in his bowl: "Hanzhang, you still have to pay attention to your body, you can see that your dark circles have come out."

[It looks like a kidney deficiency. 】

"Are you saying it's your grandfather?" Chun Leshui asked.

"Le Shui is right, you still need to be more restrained in your work."

"Understood Grandpa." Song Hanzhang said to Song Shiqing, but without any delay, he put an order into the Chunle water bowl, skillfully as if he had done it many times, "I will pay attention."

Song Shiqing saw it, smiled silently, mentioned that Song Hanzhang's birthday would be in a few days, and asked him what he planned to do this year.

"It will not be done this year." Song Hanzhang said, "There is nothing to do."

Song Hanzhang's current mind is not on these messy things at all, he just wants to let his grandfather completely put down work as soon as possible to take care of his health and then go to surgery, so he can't find time to hold a birthday party.

"That's up to you." Song Shiqing said.

When Chun Leshui heard this, she became anxious.

How could Song Hanzhang's birthday party not be held! ! !

This is the point where the protagonist Gong and the protagonist Shou officially meet! ! !

[If you don’t hold this birthday party, how will Song Hanzhang meet Jiang Ming? If you don’t meet, how can you get to know each other? 】

Song Hanzhang: "?"

What is Chun Leshui talking about?

【No, I won't allow this to happen. 】

"Hanzhang, I think it's better to do it?" Chun Leshui persuaded softly with reason and reason, "You see you have been working day and night recently, you still have to give yourself a chance to breathe, seeing how hard you are I feel so bad."

【yue. 】

【affectation!Chun Leshui, you are contrived! 】

Song Hanzhang looked at him expressionlessly.

Chun Leshui recruited allies for herself: "Grandpa, what do you think?"

"I think what Le Shui said makes sense." Song Shiqing thought for a while, "Why don't you take advantage of your birthday to relax, anyway, it's not too late."

Song Hanzhang just wanted to know what exactly Chun Leshui was up to: "It's okay."

Chun Leshui was overjoyed: "This is the first time since we got married that you are willing to celebrate my birthday with me!"

After speaking, he seemed to realize that he had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly covered his mouth.

Song Hanzhang glanced at his grandfather with a threat in his eyes: "I will live with you from now on."

[No need, no need. 】

"Then can I invite some of my friends?" Chun Leshui looked at him and then at Song Shiqing, smiling broadly, "I want to introduce Hanzhang to my good friend."

Chun Leshui planned it this way. One is that he didn’t know the opportunity for Jiang Ming to come to Song Hanzhang’s birthday party in the original text, and the other is that the plot is now on the verge of collapse at any time. He will invite Jiang Ming on his own side. , Double insurance, more peace of mind.

Song Hanzhang is invincible and easy to talk: "Of course."

"Hanzhang, you are so kind." Chun Leshui smiled, sincerely.

Looking at his chilling smile, Song Hanzhang suddenly regretted it.

He had a vague, bad premonition.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-08-02?19:39:13~2021-08-03?18:55:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: Alpaca playing the piano? 5 bottles; ah lazy. , Metaphysics to change fate? 2 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!