After the full-level boss lifts the coffin [Quick Transmigration]

"it's me."

Nodding lightly, Su Ranxue's eyes swept down: "Can you let him go?"

His brain went down for a moment, Wei Yang never thought that the heir to the Su family's serious eight classics would suddenly appear here, and the new project that he wanted to get the Su family to invest in flashed through his mind, and he reflexively said: "Su Shao... ..."

"I said, let him go," Su Ran said without any interest in wasting time on insignificant people, "Mr. Cheng is my guest tonight."

Wei Yang was embarrassed.

How could he have imagined that Cheng Tianle's little game would actually be able to board the big boat of the Su family.

Reluctantly letting go, he was about to say something to save the awkward atmosphere, when Su Le's coquettish anger came from behind: "Ah Yang, I'm in so much pain, please ask him to apologize to me!"

As for the angle of view, he was full of the young man's red rabbit eyes that smelled of tea, and he didn't notice that there was someone standing in front of Wei Yang at all.

Su Ran who recognized the person: ...

what happened?Su Le and his partner also know each other?

"He slept with my boyfriend, no, ex-boyfriend," read out the doubt in the protagonist's eyes accurately, Wen Jiu wiped away tears, pretending to be puzzled, "Sorry, Wei Yang only said that Su Le is from his parents' friend's house Son... do you know each other?"

Sleeping with someone else's boyfriend?Still showing off in front of others.

Isn't this just knowing three things?

No different from his mother.

In an instant, Su Ran's face turned completely cold.

So much so that when Su Le, who had dealt with the nosebleed and went downstairs, saw the other person's face clearly, he was frightened and stuttered: "Brother, why are you here?"

Su Ran: "What? I can't be here?"

If not, he would not have known that his cheap brother had done such a shameful thing.

"It's all him, it's all his brother." Pointing to his red and swollen nose, Su Le rolled his eyes skillfully, "He was jealous that I was with A Yang, so he threw a cup at people."

"And he asked me for money, he is very greedy, don't be fooled by him!"

"Mr. Cheng is my partner." Seeing that the two people in front of him seemed to only have love in their minds, Su Ran had to emphasize again, "If there is nothing else, I will take him away first."

Su Le: "How is that possible! He's just a little programmer, an idiot who doesn't understand anything..."

Su Ran frowned: "Are you questioning my vision?"

Su Le, who was barking her teeth and claws just a second ago, immediately stopped talking.

Although they are brothers by blood, except for their eyes, he and Su Ran don't have much similarity, especially in terms of demeanor and temperament. It's easy to tell who is the real one.

"Very good." Turning to look at Wei Yang, Su Ran sneered, "And you, few people doubt my investment vision. Do you seriously understand Mr. Process's game? Dare to call it childish."

Patting Wen Jiu on the shoulder, his tone quickly warmed up: "The game is well done, Mr. Cheng, let's get in the car first."

Uncontrollably, Wen Jiu's nose was sour.

During the time when the original owner and Wei Yang fell in love, Cheng Tianle really rarely heard sincere and strong affirmation.

Even from outsiders.

"What's the matter? Does it hurt where you were caught?" Startled by the sudden sobbing sound beside her, Su Ran closed the car door, "Uncle Li, the medicine box."

Wen Jiu, who doesn't really want to cry: ...

Well, it seems that besides being sensitive to pain, the original owner also has well-developed lacrimal glands.

"I'm sorry," shrank subconsciously into the corner, the black-haired young man took the tissue, lowered his head and wiped his face, "I didn't expect him to be Mr. Su's younger brother..."

Su Ran, who was ashamed and thrown in front of her partner, said, "I didn't expect that either."

Remembering what Su Le mentioned asking for money, he looked at the gauze behind Wen Jiu's head: "Su Le?"

"Yeah," finally had the opportunity to complain to the parents of the third child, Wen Jiu's upper body could not hide his sobs, like a little white flower swaying in the wind, "Su Le came to me that day... saying that he and Wei Yang thing."

"During the dispute, I was pushed downstairs."

"He didn't call an ambulance and the doctor said I came too late and almost died."

"Wei Yang asked me out for dinner today, and said that Su Le wanted to apologize to me, so I came here to collect medical expenses." Considering that the other party was Su Le's blood relative after all, Wen Jiu added, "In the end, Su Le insisted on Forcing me to drink, I was so angry that I hit him with a glass."

"About this matter, I will not apologize. If Mr. Su wants to terminate the cooperation, just drop me at any intersection."

The more I listened, the more I felt ashamed. At the last sentence, Su Ran finally said, "Why? Work is work. I rarely mix personal feelings in work."

Knowing very well what an artificial intelligence with extremely high growth rate means, he slowed down his tone and further confirmed: "Where is Mr. Cheng? Would you mind if I am Su Le's brother?"

Wen Jiu shook his head: "You don't look alike at all."

No wonder Wei Yang, the cannon fodder, told Su Le not to chase Su Ran. Everyone knows how to choose between pearls and fish eyes.

Bloody incidents followed one after another, and today's atmosphere was obviously not suitable for discussing work. After re-arranging to meet tomorrow, Su Ran politely sent Wen Jiu downstairs to the hotel.

[Don't tell me, seeing too many strange flowers, the protagonist with normal three views will look extraordinarily beautiful. 】

After successfully fighting a turnaround for the original owner, Wen Jiu slanted down on the bed, and before he touched the quilt, someone gently grabbed his arm.

The data mimicry became more and more solid, Xie Xuan lowered his eyes: "There is an injury in the back of the head."

Wen Jiu: "...Aren't I always hurt?"

Xie Xuan: "But you complained of pain last night."

- That's what I lied to you.

The words that were on the verge of his mouth suddenly stumbled, Wen Jiu pulled out his grasped wrist, and honestly changed his position to lie on his side: "Okay, housekeeper."

Accepting the new nickname given to him by the young man, Xie Xuan sat down beside the bed: "Does your mouth hurt?"

Wen Jiu: "Huh?"

Xie Xuan: "Didn't you bite when you pretended to cry?"

"Oh, you said that, isn't the original owner very sensitive to pain, and I'm too lazy to develop feelings for Zha Gong," Wen Jiu said indifferently as he licked the inner part of his lips with the tip of his tongue, "It's okay, no bleeding, It will grow on its own in two days."

Xie Xuan: "Are you sure?"

Wen Jiu: "I'm not afraid of pain."

Xie Xuan: "I hope Master Wen can say the same when eating."

eat.

At the mention of these two words, Wen Jiu stood up in a second: "You are right, take the medicine quickly."

Whether it's the rumors in the storybook or the storyteller's mouth, Wen Jiu, whose life is so hard that he can kill a city, seems to be an invulnerable freak, but since he has not been sanctified, a human being is a mortal body after all. Will it hurt?

It's just that no one cares, it doesn't matter if it hurts or not, ignoring it has become a habit.

Having lived with Wen Jiu for a long time, Xie Xuan certainly knows how delicate the other party is in private.

Like now.

He frowned slightly, but he didn't say that he was uncomfortable, but the small movement of grasping the bed sheet revealed his impatience.

The light green ointment brought a cold sting, Wen Jiu inhaled, and uttered words vaguely: "Xie Huan (Xuan)? Are you alright?"

It's strange to say that when Xie Xuan didn't mention this, he didn't feel pain when he broke his head, but now that he was being pressed for medicine, he cared hypocritically.

He couldn't see the wound he had bitten out, so he could only focus on the man in front of him who was bending over to apply the medicine for him, with long and straight eyelashes, a high and straight nose, and looking down, he was in perfect shape, But lips that couldn't say anything nice.

Extremely thin, extremely light, one can tell at a glance that he is a cold-hearted person.

After countless beats, Wen Jiu finally became suspicious of Xie Xuan's kung fu practice.

Not to mention the life before his death, which was the three thousand worlds under the jurisdiction of the Fast Travel Bureau, is there really something that can make the other party obsessed?

Is it for ascension?

"No."

Hearing the man's answer, he realized that he had asked aloud, Wen Jiu resolutely climbed up the pole: "What is that for?"

After tidying up the cotton swabs and ointment calmly, Xie Xuan stood up straight and raised his eyebrows very rarely: "Guess."

Wen Jiu: "You've learned badly!"

Wen Jiu: "Give me back that serious Xie Zaizai who won't lie!"

Blinking back to Xie Xuan on the phone: "Okay, good night."

Wen Jiu, who has been tricked for a while: ...

He felt that it was very necessary for him to emphasize who was the host and who was the one giving orders.

"It can't really be because of love." Trying to find the female cultivators in his memory, Wen Jiu counted them one by one: "Gu Wei, the senior sister of Jiutian Sword Sect? Su He, the junior sister of Cihangzhai? Or Hehuan That little demon girl Zong, there is no balance between good and evil, don’t all novels like to write like this?”

A dissatisfaction bubble popped up from the little monk on the screen: 【You remember clearly. 】

Wen Jiu: "Who told me that fortune-telling is accurate, there are quite a few people who come to ask about marriage."

The three mentioned above are the hot favorites of many admirers in the cultivation world.

"Who the hell is it?" Rolling on the bed with the phone in his hands, Wen Jiu stared straight at Xie Xuan, with the tip of his nose almost touching the screen: "Don't lie, I'm a good judge of people."

Cub Xie Xuan: [...Go to sleep. 】

It wasn't because he was cowardly or wavering, but based on what he knew about Wen Jiu, if he told the truth at this moment, the other party would definitely change to a new system as quickly as possible.

The evil ghost never keeps anyone who loves him.

"Stingy." Deliberately knocking the little monk on the screen to the ground, Wen Jiu snorted and laughed, "Just wait, one day I will let you say it yourself."

If Xie Xuan's fate hadn't been too deeply involved with him, he would be able to pinch his fingers and calculate the other's marriage right now.

Playing with fire without knowing it, Xie Xuan sat up again like a tumbler, his eyes darkened: [I am looking forward to it. 】

Can artificial intelligence dream?How does it affect dreaming?

Quickly took the tablet and typed, Wen Jiu covered the little monk in the game: "You are not allowed to watch."

Worried about touching the freshly applied medicine in his mouth, his speech was a little fuzzy and sounded softer than usual. He raised his hand and touched the young man's palm off the screen, Xie Xuan smiled: "En."

This sentence was played out through the loudspeaker, Wen Jiu's ears numb, and said angrily, "Don't laugh."

Xie Xuan: "Yes."

Well you big headed ghost.

What happened to the body of the original owner?

The tablet shook, suppressing the desire to continue bickering with the smelly monk, Wen Jiu rubbed his ears, and looked down at the pop-up WeChat interface:

[Lele, are you home yet? 】