Bai Yueguang, he only loves villains [Transmigration Book]

Even wearing a childish full set of sweater, Shi Zhou's noble facial features and temperament are really impossible to ignore.

The lips covered by the mask are like the tenderest rose petals, and the exposed skin is as clear as delicate white porcelain. It looks like it has never been exposed to wind and sun.

It's just that the hair is a bit long, covering the ears and half of the smooth forehead.

It's no wonder that the other party can't tell his gender.

"What kind of mask do you wear in the house?" Huang Mao walked over with his trouser pockets in his hands, grabbed the bear ears on Shi Zhou's hat with one hand and pulled, "Take it off and let me take a good look at it."

While speaking, he hooked the string of the mask and took it off for others.

Shi Zhou frowned, turned sideways, and knocked off the opponent's hand with a "slap".

Huang Mao was stunned by this crisp sound: "Damn, as for?"

Lu Youyuan glanced at Shi Zhou behind him, his lips were tightly pursed, his delicate face was as cold as ice.

This was the first time he saw the other party showing such an expression.

The child grows so well that people always think he is so soft and harmless, they forget that even the roses in the greenhouse have thorns.

"He is a man."

Wan Dong couldn't hold back his face, and kicked Huang Mao's buttocks, "Ask you to work or are you idle? Come and carry things for me."

His distant cousin dropped out of junior high school. He has nothing to do all day long, either hanging out in Internet cafes or wandering around the streets. After finally earning some extra money, he turns around and throws it into the game account.

In his early twenties, he has been a street skater for several years, and he is as thin as a stick. If he could not afford to hire a moving company, Wan Dong would not have hired him to make up for it.

In fact, the other party is as lazy as he looks.

After learning that Shi Zhou was a boy, Huang Mao was not happy, and pointed at him: "Why doesn't he move?"

Lu You couldn't hear any emotion in his original tone: "Your cousin is quite similar to you."

"Don't point fingers and scold Huai."

Wan Dong was so angry that he scolded his useless cousin: "He can't see and can't do the work. You just move yours and it's over."

"So he's blind. He has a pretty face, so he can't see a fart."

Huang Mao snorted from his nose, moved a table and walked away with his head propped up.

Wan Dong couldn't hold back his face, and flirted with Shi Zhou: "He's just like this, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Shi Zhou ignored him at all.

Except for Lu Youyuan, others are insignificant people to him, but he can't bear to be a burden to Lu Youyuan in the eyes of others.

He clenched more folds in the corner of the clothes in his hand, his voice was soft but firm: "I can also work."

Lu Youyuan thought that the other party was angry because Huang Mao called him blind, but he didn't expect it to be because of this.

When the child was talking to him, his face was no longer cold. His lowered eyebrows seemed to melt from the ice and snow, and his voice sounded a little aggrieved.

Lu Youyuan was caught off guard and softened a little.

Originally, he brought Shi Zhou here, but he was worried that the other party was alone at home, and he didn't hope that the other party could help.

Unexpectedly, the child sincerely wanted to do something for himself.

The other party may not know how to be likable, and the only way to express your gratitude is to make yourself useful.

Perhaps he subconsciously felt that only in this way could he get a glimmer of hope not to be sent away.

Lu Youyuan helped the other party put on the mask again: "Follow me and move something up."

Because they couldn't afford to rent a well-decorated and well-located office space, Lu Youyuan and Wan Dong rented one floor of an old building in a development zone that was remoter than the old city.

Going up from the first floor, the spacious interior is empty.

The previous demolition and modification has been completed, most of which were done by Lu Youyuan and Wan Dong themselves.

Not hiring a decoration team can be regarded as saving a lot of money.

The rest is some interior soft furnishings. The old-fashioned real estate does not even have an elevator. The tables, chairs, computers, etc. are all downstairs, and you need to carry them yourself.

He picked out a few lighter ones from the courier boxes downstairs, and stacked them on Shi Zhou's arm, so that the other party could also have one free hand to drag him to walk.

The two went back and forth many times like this one after the other, but they also finished moving the pile of things.

Wan Dong was busy working alone, he looked at one of the rooms with his hips on his hips: "This will be our office from now on, it has to be decorated in a good way."

He wanted to show off, so he said to Shi Zhou: "Do you know what kind of business we started the company for?"

Shi Zhou shook his head.

Wan Dong laughed: "The person who picked you up is amazing. He researched a mobile phone system by himself when he was a teenager..."

"The systems on the market are far behind our system. When we get investment, go to the factory to talk about a few more production chains, and make it bigger and stronger. It will not be a problem to enter the world's top [-]!"

Shi Zhou didn't understand what Wan Dong said, he silently listened to the other party's bragging, but he believed in one thing.

If it was Lu Youyuan, he should be able to turn these fantasies into reality.

He also hopes from the bottom of his heart that the other party can get the life he wants.

After moving all the things, the rest is to put them away, Shi Zhou is not physically strong, and the injury on his foot is still hurting, which is actually a little bit reluctant.

He couldn't see, he couldn't judge the location of things, and it was difficult to intervene in the rest of the work. Wan Dong asked him to sit on a chair by the wall to rest.

Shi Zhou hesitated for a moment, and between the chair and Lu Youyuan, he chose the latter.

No matter what the other party was doing, he followed behind, never leaving.

What's even more strange is that Lu Youyuan didn't feel annoyed by being so attached.

Wan Dong looked at the two who looked like conjoined twins, and couldn't help but be speechless inwardly.

Ever since he knew each other, he has never seen Lu Youyuan like this.

"Don't do it, take a rest and go back to your respective homes."

When Shi Zhou and Lu Youyuan went downstairs with unused waste cardboard boxes for the last time, Huang Mao had disappeared, and he didn't know where to go to be lazy.

Lu Youyuan found a chair for Shi Zhou to sit down, went to get two bottles of water by himself, and the bottle caps were already unscrewed when he handed them to the other party.

Wan Dong didn't like to be particular, and just sat on the ground.

The setting sun outside the window was setting heavily towards the west, and a golden light was rippling on the white wall. The three of them sat and rested without speaking.

Suddenly, a burst of noise broke the silence.

A group of people rushed in carelessly, the leader had a big gold chain hanging around his neck, Lu Youyuan also knew him, he was a person who often came to ask for debts.

I don't know how this group of people came here, but they are not easy to mess with, and there are even two people carrying an iron rod as thick as a fist.

Shi Zhou couldn't see anyone coming, but he could hear the piercing sound of the stick being scratched on the ground.

The big gold chain spit out a puff of smoke ring, and said to Lu Youyuan, "I'm not talking to you either, we'll leave immediately after you pay the money."

Lu Youyuan glanced at the date on the phone: "I just paid back a sum this month."

"Don't tell me these things are useless."

Da Jinlianzi's tone was a little displeased, and the atmosphere became tense: "The superior said that we should come to collect the debt, so we have to send the money back, even if you haven't paid it back this month."

Wan Dong stood in front of the other party, and smiled apologetically: "Don't worry, he didn't say no."

He frantically winked at Lu Youyuan, don't be so honest, first fool people away first!

The big gold chain compared a number: "The superior said, at least this amount must be paid this time."

Now Wan Dong was also dumbfounded.

He couldn't help even if he wanted to. When the company was just established and was in urgent need of money, the sum of all his belongings was not enough to help Lu Youyuan pay back half of the money.

It is simply difficult for others.

Lu Youyuan's tone was flat, and he didn't look like he was being chased: "I've already paid this month's money, not much."

No one responded to his words at all. The big gold chain leaned back against the wall and sneered: "Be careful, don't beat people to death."

The people holding the thing in their hands looked at each other and rushed over with a stride.

It is impossible to reason with this group of people who only recognize money but not people. Lu Youyuan has fought countless times since he was burdened with this huge debt.

He wasn't afraid of fighting at all, but when he was about to dodge, his movements suddenly froze.

Shi Zhou was still behind him.

In the second of Lu Youyuan's hesitation, the stick in the man's hand had already been smashed down.

Shi Zhou heard the sound of iron rods waving in the air, his body reacted faster than his brain, and he took a step forward to block Lu Youyuan.

Lu Youyuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he raised his hand to block Shi Zhou's blow.

However, he heard a muffled snort from the child.

It turned out that another person took a chair from nowhere and slammed it on Shi Zhou's body heavily.

Fortunately, Wan Dong kicked the man away, and he was also mad with anger, turned around and punched the man with the stick fiercely: "You idiot, don't play tricks if you have the ability."

Lu Youyuan took Wan Dong's collar and threw him beside Shi Zhou: "Look at him, I'll come."

He picked up the stick that the man was knocked down just now, his eyes were full of gloom that couldn't be melted away.

Aiming at the person who was still holding the chair in his hand, the iron rod in his hand drew a cold arc like a blade.

Originally aimed at the man's head, I don't know why he stopped halfway and landed firmly on the man's calf.

This is definitely a broken bone, even Wan Dong's teeth are sore from seeing it.

The man groaned in pain and fell to his knees.

Four or five of them were not Lu Youyuan's opponents. The opponent seemed to feel no pain, but every blow he hit would be doubled back, and the bones and flesh were ruthlessly tortured.

Even this group of gangsters are afraid of this desperate style of play.

Lu Youyuan kicked the ribs of the last person neatly, and threw the stick back to the foot of the big gold chain, his eyes as black as lacquer were full of coldness.

"It's money or life, choose one."

The other party felt a trace of fear for no reason in this knife-like eyes, gritted his teeth and said to his subordinates: "Let's go!"

When a group of people come, they must all tail, and when they leave, they support each other.

It looks very miserable to find fault but to be abused.

After a fight was over, Huang Mao came back from the outside, looking at the messy room, he was still a little confused: "What's wrong?"

Wan Dong rolled his eyes: "Little brat! You weren't there when you were supposed to be here, but you came back after the fight."

"Why are you scolding me, I don't even know what happened!"

Shi Zhou covered his side waist, straightened up with difficulty, his back and waist felt burning pain as soon as he inhaled.

He also thought that Lu Youyuan's arm had helped him block the stick, and anxiously groped around to find someone.

Lu Youyuan held his hand, brought him into his arms, and said in a deep voice, "Go back first."

I ran into this trouble temporarily, and it was getting late when I got home.

Wan Dong went to the pharmacy to buy an ice pack and bruise medicine, and handed them to Lu Youyuan: "Your arm is harder than a stick, so it's a miracle that you didn't break any bones."

Maybe the man was startled when he saw Shi Zhou suddenly come out, and finally relieved a little bit of strength, Lu Youyuan didn't feel any pain at all.

On the contrary, Shi Zhou followed him with a worried expression on his face.

Fortunately, the other party couldn't see the injury on his arm, Lu Youyuan patted the other party's head: "I'm fine, let's go home."

After the two entered, Lu Youyuan led Shi Zhou into the bedroom.

"Take off your clothes and let me see."

Shi Zhou didn't realize it at first, but after the other party repeated it again, his face flushed red, and he lifted up half of his shirt in a not-so-clean manner.

He felt Lu Youyuan's hand moving on his body, obviously confirming the wound without any color, but a layer of goose bumps appeared on the exposed skin.

Obviously not cold at all, but Shi Zhou shivered inexplicably.

Lu Youyuan asked the other party to raise his arms and lie on the pillow, and check down along the butterfly bone at the shoulder blade.

There was already a large bruise on the white back, and the red bloodstains drawn from the sharp points stretched to the lower side of the waist. It looked like a perfect mural was torn up by someone.

Lu Youyuan poured some safflower oil in the palm of his hand, covered the bruise and slowly rubbed it away little by little.

The more you apply it down, the more painful and itchy Shi Zhou becomes.

The itching gradually surpassed the pain and became unbearable.

He buried his face in the pillow, his narrow waist couldn't help trembling slightly under the opponent's hand, bending a beautiful arc under the cover.

I don't know if it's the effect of safflower oil, but Lu You's fingertips, which were originally slightly cool, also felt a little hot from the stain.

Just when fine beads of sweat appeared on Shi Zhou's forehead, the tortured step of applying medicine finally stopped.

Lu Youyuan pulled the quilt over Shi Zhou's body.

After a while, when Shi Zhou thought that the other party had gone out, a low voice suddenly sounded above his head, like the most beautiful double bass, easily fascinated.

"I can't send you away for the time being, stay here to recuperate."

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