After being dressed as a scumbag, I rescued myself by pampering my wife [Quick Transmigration]

"Watching the stage?" Shi Yang asked.

"Well... I'm going back to the company for training tomorrow, I kinda forgot, I'm going to the dance room to practice, shall I?" Fu Kun got up.

Lin Kecheng was about to leave after sitting for a while, slumped on the sofa: "Shall we eat chicken together? I'll take you guys up, I'm awesome!!" He kicked Fu Zeyu's knee, actually looking at Fu Kun and the others.

Fu Kun opened the game and glanced at Lin Kecheng's rank, and pondered for a few seconds, "I am higher than your rank, are you sure you will take me?"

Lin Kecheng: "..."

Seeing the other party's petrified expression, Fu Kun smiled, and kicked the phone back into his pocket, "You play, Shi Yang is still stubborn bronze, take him with you."

Lin Kecheng changed his target and dragged Shi Yang to play games with him. When Fu Kun walked into the dance room, he saw his face printed in the mirror facing the door.

Summarizing the whole thing, he slowly closed the door, tuned up the music, and after roughly swinging his arms and legs a few times, he slowly swayed.

"711 recalls the memory of the original body." Fu Kun reminded.

Only then did 711 react, and quickly transferred the memory to Fu Kun's mind. When the music started again, Fu Kun roughly followed it, and then slowly looked at the mirror carefully to his movements.

He has also taken over the task of setting up the characters of celebrities before, and has undergone systematic training. Although his memory of that world is very vague, there shouldn't be too much of a problem picking up this dance.

From time to time in the training room, the sound of shoes rubbing against the ground could be heard, and sweat slowly slid down from his forehead.

TOO's dance was not considered difficult, but it was extremely difficult for Fu Kun to sing and dance at the same time, and his clothes were soaked in sweat.

The door opened with a "squeak", and Shi Yang poked his head in like a kitten.

"Brother Kun..."

"Huh?" Fu Kun turned his head, the broken hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, his skin was cold and pale, and when he looked up, he pulled his lower lip.

"Let me take a look for you?" Shi Yang lifted up his peaked cap, not willing to change it to Fu Kun, pursing his lips and staring at him in the mirror.

"You can just sit down. You just took a shower, don't have to take another one later like me." Fu Kun followed the open space on one side and slowly got up.

"Just point it out." Fu Kun turned on the music, and as soon as the prelude came out, he slowly warmed up to the music, his body movements were unfamiliar but rhythmic.

As soon as the music started, Fu Kun sang and danced to the music, with a smoky tone, like a story.

At the end of the song, he pursed his lips, handed the mineral water at his feet to Fu Kun, and stood up, "I've made a lot of progress. But you're struggling to sing and dance. Is it a physical problem?"

"...Mmm." Fu Kun raised his head and poured water into his mouth, sweat slid down his slender neck and into his collar, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, with an inexplicable sex appeal.

"Singing and dancing together won't work, I'll be out of breath." Fu Kun was still panting heavily, his physical fitness was not ordinary, he was out of breath after just a few jumps like this.

"Aren't you exercising?" Shi Yang asked, his face slightly raised, indescribably serious.

"Fitness doesn't seem to have anything to do with singing and dancing?" Fu Kun raised his eyebrows, and smiled like a big dog when he received the other party's helpless expression.

"Then you still said that there are no bones left from my being gnawed by others..." Fu Kun muttered softly on the side, but Fu Kun didn't hear clearly, and with an ah, Shi Yang stopped talking.

There was air conditioning in the quiet training room, Fu Kun rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, "Captain, teach me how to breathe."

Shi Yang quickly pushed down the brim of his hat to cover his blushing face.

Is he being too sensitive himself? ?

How could you be so red-faced by a man?

"Take a rest, wait a while and sing while doing planks, you can practice your breath." Shi Yang pushed him, but he knew that he was cold and cold despite not seeing his expression.

"Yes." Fu Kun leaned against the mirror, looking at his facial features, he was still as handsome as ever and had nothing to say.

711 is angry: You are really shameless.

Fu Kun: Am I not good-looking?

711: ...

I am speechless?

Time quickly passed to noon, Lao Wu's call was to Shi Yang, and he told him the location and specific time. In the end, Qian reminded Wan to take good care of the boss, and was directly pressed by Fu Kun.

"Just press it, he won't mess with you with your background." Fu Kun threw the phone back into Shi Yang's arms.

Before going out, take off the hat on the little boy's head, press it on his head, hold the key in his hand, and hang the mask back on his face.

"Let's go." He yelled.

Lin Kecheng and Fu Zeyu also walked to the door, the former pretended not to care, "If that guy touches you, beat him up, we'll take care of it."

"Would you like to go together?" Fu Zeyu bent over to put on his shoes.

"No need." Fu Kun closed the door.

There was already a waiting car outside, and the co-pilot was sitting in the agent Lao Wu, who saw Fu Kun coming out alone and raised his eyebrows and showed a contemptuous smile.

"Didn't it mean that I have a problem with my brain, daydreaming? Don't you want to slap me in the face?" Yin Yang chattered strangely all the way, and the car stopped at the entrance of the clubhouse.

Fu Kun put on the mask and lowered the brim of the hat. It seemed that Shi Yang's scent was still on it, a faint fruity scent.

At the moment of entering the door, I took out my mobile phone and clicked on the recording button, then threw it back into my pocket, and swayed in.

There was a middle-aged man sitting in the box, with a hint of obscenity on his fat and greasy face, and the hairs on the top of his head trembling in the air.

"Yo, are you here?" The man knocked on the glass of the table and patted the place next to him, "Come, sit."

"I have admired your name for a long time, Mr. Wang!" Old Wu stretched out his hand to shake the man's hand, and he was not annoyed when he was rushed over. He sat on the opposite side of the man with a smile, and looked at Fu Kun who was still motionless.

"What are you doing standing there, hurry up and sit over!!"

With his hands still in his trouser pockets, Fu Kun raised his legs and walked over. He casually lifted the seat with his toes and sat next to the man.

"Aren't you going to eat?" He looked at the empty table.

"Ah...yes, it's dinner, what do you want to eat?" The man pushed the menu at hand to Fu Kun, and began to look at him bluntly, from head to toe, like picking Chinese cabbage, he was not satisfied.

"I only eat expensive ones." Fu Kun threw the menu on the table, tilted his head and smiled, very provocative, but aroused the man's desire to win.

"Okay, okay, call the waiter!" The man smiled and went to pat Fu Kun's hand, but was waved away by the other party.

"Did you start your hands without eating?"

The air was quiet for a second, the man restrained his smile, saw the waiter come in, tapped the menu a few times, "The expensive ones, serve them all."

Fu Kun didn't even give him a look, but the old man was determined to do it, and Old Wu couldn't stop laughing at him.

People, you can sell your flesh and blood for money, and you can flatter yourself to please for a little bit of fun. You can't see who is being used and who is that fool.

Swallowing a sip of cold water, Lao Wu left the private room with extra sense of time. There were only two people in the huge space.

Fu Kun nodded on the back of his chair, and the repeated "duk tuk" echoed in the space, "What exactly is Mr. Wang going to say?"

"What are you talking about? What can I say? It's the variety show I was talking about with your company earlier. If you perform well, I can promote your group as a resident."

The conditions were laid out, whether to accept or not depends on the intensity of the temptation, Fu Kun nodded, turned his head to look over, and pretended to be stupid: "What does it mean to behave well?"

The man didn't reply, he stared at Fu Kun's face which was mostly covered by the mask, and suddenly reached out to take off his mask.

"Look what you look like..."

Just as his hand was about to touch Fu Kun's face, there was a knock on the door, and then three teenagers came in through the door.

Fu Kun frowned slightly until the door closed again. A young man sat next to him and called him in a low voice: "Brother Kun..."

"What does this mean?" Mr. Wang looked at Old Wu who couldn't stop anyone at the door, and the meaning of questioning was very clear.

It was obviously a dinner party for two people alone, but several of them got involved, so what?

He glanced at the three teenagers who were sitting down, but they looked better than each other, and he was a little distracted for a moment.

Just after getting in touch with him, he found that he and that little beauty named Fu Kun seemed to have hit each other, but the one beside him was so fresh and juicy.

He waved to the manager with an embarrassed expression at the door, his expression was unpredictable, and finally coughed lightly.

"Come on, sit down, the food will be served soon, let's chat slowly."

As if to confirm his words, the door was knocked again, and a series of waiters poured dishes into the room, setting up a table of delicious food, and quickly opened it. There were only a few people in the huge private room, relatively silent.

Fu Kun didn't speak any more, pursed his lips tightly, and didn't look at Shi Yang, and stared at the table with his lowered eyes covered by the peaked cap.

The sleeve was pulled lightly, and the voice next to him was low and pitiful: "Brother..."

After a minute of stalemate, Fu Kun sighed, and leaned forward in a low voice: "Go back and deal with you."

Shi Yan pursed his lips, smiled lightly, his eyes were curved into crescent moons, shining brightly, the man's gaze was a little hot, and then he was blocked by the ignorant people next to him, and he couldn't even see a strand of hair.

"Eat." The man looked away resentfully, and he put a chopstick dish in Fu Kun's bowl, "This tastes good."

Fu Kun didn't even move, and suddenly snorted coldly: "Then Mr. Wang should eat more."

The man was choked and felt that the big beauty next to him was jealous. He regretted looking at the little beauty too much just now, and then smiled and coaxed: "Don't worry, just look at her face, and take another look."

Fu Kun looked puzzled, and raised his chin: "Eat it." He picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks and put it on a clean plate, carefully picked and cleaned the fish and put it into Shi Yang's bowl, still refusing to look at him with a cold face.

Mr. Wang not only failed to touch the beauties after a meal, but also accompanied his grandson for a meal, but when he came over to eat and drink enough, not only did he not show his face, he played him as a fool?

It's fun to make a fuss with you, and it's shameless to make too much trouble.

He put down the chopsticks, withdrew the greasy smile on his face, got up, walked between Fu Kun and Shi Yang, and clapped his hands on Fu Kun's shoulder first, with a cold and gloomy voice.

"Aren't you going to have a live broadcast tonight? Just pick a kid to accompany my uncle for a night, and if there is one other person, it should be perfunctory... How about it? Xiaofu? Hours?"

He reached out to pat Shi Yang's shoulder again.

At this moment, Fu Kun stood up, grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it back, the private room was instantly filled with screams.

"...What are you doing?!! Fu Kun!! Do you want to be blocked!! Let go!! What are you going crazy!! You really think you are some kind of chaste girl!!"

"I want your company to block you...don't think about it...let go!!"

Fu Kun sneered, not only did he not let go, but he pressed the man against the table with all his strength, his face was almost pressed into the fish bowl, "You fucking dare to touch him, I will destroy you, at worst, everyone will die!!"

He spoke harshly, the hostility all over his body could not be suppressed no matter what, he really looked like he was at the end of his rope.

Lin Kecheng and Fu Zeyu couldn't stand it anymore, and quickly ran in front of Shi Yang to protect him.

But Shi Yang kept staring at Fu Kun, obviously he was dealing with Kun's various humiliation and defilement from words to actions, and he endured everything, but it happened to involve himself...