I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

One day, when Assistant Chen was submitting documents to Song Hanzhang, he suddenly discovered that Mr. Song had an extra tattoo on his wrist.

Because the watch covered it, he didn't know exactly what Mr. Song's tattoo was. He only occasionally glimpsed a corner, which seemed to be a full circle around the wrist.

Until the relevant quarterly summary meeting, due to the sudden failure of the air conditioner, Song Hanzhang had to take off the suit jacket he was almost welded to during work, and asked the secretary: "Go make everyone a cup of iced coffee."

Assistant Chen and several other managers pushed open the windows one by one, and Song Hanzhang loosened the tie around his neck: "What did you say just now? Continue."

The logistics department is undergoing emergency repairs. During this period, everyone can only continue the meeting just now in the steamer-like meeting room. The meeting is long and boring. Because of the heat, everyone seems a little anxious, and they can summarize the content in two sentences Never say a word.

When Assistant Chen, who was closest to Song Hanzhang, looked up halfway, he noticed that Mr. Song had rolled up his shirt sleeves at some point, and there was a blue-black line on the inside of his arm.

Carefully identify,? That thin line is an intertwined thorn.

In addition to him, many high-level executives at the scene also noticed it. It didn't take long for Song Zong's tattoo to spread in the group. Of course, it doesn't mean that everyone is curious about his tattoo. What's the reason? Tattoos are not what Song Hanzhang would do.

After all, in the eyes of everyone, Song is always a work machine for all to see,? He just thinks that there is not enough work, so why waste time doing such things.

When Assistant Chen heard the employees chatting in the tea room, he guessed whether the other hand of Mr. Song was still browsing the work documents when he got the tattoo?

As for being afraid of pain?

How can a cold block be afraid of pain.

Assistant Chen shook his head silently, none of you understand Mr. Song.

Mr. Song is no longer the workaholic he used to be. He is more punctual than anyone in the office when it’s time to leave work. Sometimes, as long as he finishes the work before get off work, he won’t be there for a second. The office is too much.

In the past, when Assistant Chen called Song Hanzhang, he always answered in seconds. Later, after Mr. Song hung up too many calls, he also realized that it was not something that was too urgent. He would definitely not call to disturb Song Hanzhang during the break. of.

After all, every time the sound of answering the phone, through the receiver, Assistant Chen's scalp can be tense, and every word reveals the coolness of "you better be in a hurry".

And all this is because Mr. Song is in love, and it is the man named Chun Leshui who changed him.

But isn't this Chun Leshui really the substitute of the spouse who passed away?

He held the document and knocked on the door of the CEO's office, and after waiting for a while, he didn't hear a sound, and the chief secretary outside the door was not there. Assistant Chen thought that Song Hanzhang was not in the office, so he pushed open the door and planned to put the document on his desk first. .

At a glance, there was indeed no one at the desk. Assistant Chen stepped into the door and took two steps, then turned his head as if sensing something.

He bumped into Song Hanzhang's calm and indifferent eyes.

Chun Leshui fell asleep lying on the sofa in the reception area, and Mr. Song, who he thought was not in the office, squatted on one knee beside the sofa, stroking the top of Chun Leshui's head with one hand, looking at the distance between the two And his posture, he obviously wants to steal relatives!

Then I was interrupted by myself who pushed the door open without authorization!

It is no exaggeration, the moment he met Song Hanzhang's gaze, Assistant Chen only felt his neck go cold, and his head seemed to have been separated from his body and rolled around on the ground several times.

Out of the instinct to survive in seconds, Assistant Chen quickly apologized: "I'm bothering Mr. Song!"

He even forgot the documents in his hands, and he left the office in one go and closed the door. The moment he stood at the door, Assistant Chen had already arranged his funeral.

Because his disturbing voice seemed to be too arrogant, it woke up Chun Leshui.

When closing the door, he glanced quickly from the corner of his eye, and Song Hanzhang's expression should not be too soft when he turned his head to talk to Chun Leshui.

Those eyes are not looking at a double, but clearly looking at true love.

The chief secretary was not there, and Assistant Chen hesitated for a few minutes between handing over the document to Song Hanzhang or taking it back for a while, adhering to the mood of going to death when stretching his head or shrinking his head, and knocked on the door again .

After withdrawing his hand, he held his breath and waited intently for Song Hanzhang to call him in, but Assistant Chen waited for a long time until he heard the sound of footsteps getting closer.

It was not Song Hanzhang who opened the door, but Chun Leshui who was yawning.

The young man was wearing a loose short-sleeved shirt, standing in front of Assistant Chen, who was over 1.7 meters tall, like a wall. He laughed so hard that he almost burned the assistant's eyes: "Just give me the documents."

Assistant Chen handed him the document as he said, and the heavy office door was slowly closed in front of him, and he even got a word of hard work from Chun Leshui.

This is the first time he has had direct contact with Chun Leshui. How should I put it, he and Mr. Song are two completely different personalities.

She looks beautiful, her personality seems to be very cheerful and outgoing, her smile is as bright as...

Assistant Chen looked at the bright yellow sunflowers and multi-headed roses in the vase on the secretary's desk.

He turned around and walked out, took two steps and then stopped suddenly, the picture of Chun Leshui reaching out to pick up the file just now became clear in his mind, playing frame by frame as if in slow motion.

He noticed that there was also a tattoo on the inside of Chun Leshui's wrist, the English characters in curly fonts, it seemed to be...

song?

The final letter "g" extends out to connect with a stick figure cartoon puppy.

The act of tattooing your partner's name on your body is too stupid, even elementary school students may not be able to do it, and you will regret it when you break up later?

Sure enough, Chun Leshui is still a stand-in, anyway, Mr. Song's tattoo can't be a "chun" tattooed on his wrist, right?

in the office.

The wrist watch lay quietly on the coffee table. Song Hanzhang stretched out his wrist to pick up the documents Chun Leshui handed over, and the complete pinyin of Chun Leshui's name was wrapped around it, just covering the long scar on his wrist. The beautiful curlicue letters are bound by thorny thorns, going up the arm and piercing the heart.

Chun Leshui always rubbed and kissed Song Hanzhang's scar when he was doing business. One night, the two hugged and lay on the bed. cover up.

In a few days, I caught up with Song Hanzhang on a business trip abroad, and when he came back, he had this tattoo on his body.

Probably took the time to get the tattoo before returning to China, the scab has not yet formed, and the skin next to the tattoo is still slightly red.

But I don’t know if it’s because of embarrassment or what happened. When he came back, he kept hiding his hands from Chun Leshui’s eyes. At first, Chun Leshui didn’t think about it at all. After all, he was thinking about tattoos at the time. This idea suddenly came up in Li and said it out of the way.

It stands to reason that the two have been separated for half a month. According to Song Hanzhang's clinginess, after the farewell, it must be a normal operation to go where and where to go, and then to be gentle with sauce, but in the face of Chun Leshui's initiative He actually refused the invitation to take a bath together.

Although Chun Leshui thought it was a bit strange, he didn't think much about it, and at night, the atmosphere was just right, and both of them felt it too. Just when Chun Leshui was about to touch his chest, Song Hanzhang pressed down suddenly as if thinking of something. his hand.

This one or two is a bit abnormal.

"You're a bit strange, Song Hanzhang." Chun Leshui sized him up.

Song Hanzhang pursed his lips and said nothing, glanced at him and looked away with some guilt, and finally suggested another day.

When things go wrong, there must be a demon. Chun Leshui asked him the reason, but he couldn't tell the reason. When Chun Leshui found that he was obviously not exerting any strength, but his expression was a little painful, he cast down his eyes and glanced at his arm.

I was still wearing long-sleeved home clothes in spring, and the sleeves were grabbed by the cuffs and slid down a bit, revealing the reddened skin and the corners of the letters.

After seeing the pattern clearly, Chun Leshui was speechless for a while: "Song Hanzhang..."

He originally wanted to tease him, did he know that there are many people on the Internet who have tattooed their names on a whim and regretted it later, but the words rolled around, thinking that these words implied a breakup, Song Hanzhang would definitely not be willing to listen to it, and finally changed Cheng was quite helpless and said with a smile: "I am convinced."

"What do you mean by these thorns?"

At first, he hid it from showing, but after being discovered, Song Hanzhang said bluntly: "Tie you to my side."

Chun Leshui chuckled, bowed her head and kissed him.

Because the wound was still not healed, Chun Leshui habitually grabbed his wrist several times in the middle of the journey, retracted after touching the tattoo, and finally clasped his five fingers tightly.

The back of his hand rubbed against the dark bed sheet, and the red letters and thin thorns on his wrist seemed a bit astringent.

After the end, Chun Leshui took his hand and stretched it into the air, and he asked Song Hanzhang, "Does it hurt?"

Song Hanzhang was silent for a moment and said truthfully, "A little bit."

Chun Leshui pinched his wrist and brought it to his lips, and kissed him lightly, not knowing whether it was kissing the scar below or the tattoo covering it.

A few days later, when Chun Leshui returned home, he also had a tattoo on his wrist, which was not as complicated as Song Hanzhang's, just an initial.

And the sticky puppy designed by himself.

Just after finishing the tattoo, his wrist was still wrapped with plastic wrap, and it happened that Song Hanzhang was not long behind him. Chun Leshui leaned on the sofa and raised his head to hook him, and when he approached, he showed his wrist: "Look at it!" .”

Song Hanzhang was stunned for a moment, and then carefully kissed him on the wrist.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-09-12?02:34:50~2021-09-13?22:05:41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 who threw the landmine: Ah lazy. , Qiao Yuruo, Shanhe Zhuoli? 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: Qianzhihe Hard Candy? 20 bottles; Special Twelve? 5 bottles; Right & Wrong? 3 bottles;

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