False Jacksu forced to become Jacksu [Quick Transmigration]

Han Yun didn't know if Fu Qinghe knew about his transformation into a cat. Although this matter was too unbelievable in real life, but——until the fact of the cat biscuits came to light, he thought about it carefully, only to realize that the lies he revealed were too much. many.Coupled with Fu Qinghe's IQ and observation skills, Han Yun thought sadly that maybe he would be living on the streets in the days when he became a cat in the near future.

No - what's worse, will Fu Qinghe arrest him and send him to the institute for autopsy?

At such a desperate juncture, Gu Yu, who had met once that day—maybe it was more appropriate to say that it was more appropriate to say that a one-punch relationship, was still alive and kicking around in front of him.

Their relationship (didn't) start with a text message.

[Han Yun? 】

Han Yun didn't know who he was at first, so he didn't reply, but Gu Yu persisted in sending text messages for several days, and he did the same today.

[Han Yun, I'm hospitalized. 】

So he replied: [You are? 】

[I'm Gu Yu—hey, I said you sent me to the hospital in a few moments, but you asked me who I was? 】

Han Yun ignored the grievances in the other party's words, and typed quickly: [132xxxxxxxx, this is Fu Qinghe's number, he smashed the wine bottle, if you have something to ask him, it has nothing to do with me. 】

Gu Yu: ...

Gu Yu: [You are too good. 】

Han Yun: ...

He resisted the urge to type out the words [You are so disgusting], and replied: [Sorry, I have to work, goodbye. 】

Gu Yu: [It's eleven o'clock in the evening, so you have to be sincere when you make excuses, okay? 】

Han Yun didn't reply again, he glanced at the time and threw the phone aside.

It is indeed eleven o'clock in the evening, and he is indeed still working.Because he didn't want to go back and run into Fu Qinghe, one of the cat-feeding team members who came out to 'exercise' in a suit, Han Yun spent the past few days at the company to kill time, planning to go back later.They used to feed the cats together at eight or nine o'clock, but Han Yun didn't think that Fu Qinghe would wait for him in the garden of the community for more than two hours, so they dawdled every day until now.

He slowly rearranged the documents again, and when he was about to pack up and go back, he saw Su Chengzheng walking in with a blank expression, and threw a white plastic bag with unknown contents in front of him, "Let's eat with friends." I packed the leftovers after supper and brought them back if I didn’t want to waste them, and threw them in the trash if I wanted to eat them, I don’t want anyone to say that I treat the employees harshly.”

Su Chengzheng walked straight into the office with a stinky face after a string of words, without even giving Han Yun time to react.

In the next second, the aroma of barbecued meat rushed into Han Yun's nose continuously.

He opened the plastic bag, and inside was a disposable plastic box containing a dozen or so grilled chicken wings, sprinkled with chopped green onion, garlic and chopped peppers, and it was still steaming, and it was so fragrant.

And next to the plastic box were thoughtfully placed disposable gloves and chopsticks. Han Yun thought about it, and decided to put on the gloves and eat rudely.

The chicken wings are very fragrant, and the chicken is also very tender. I think it should be marinated and then lightly fried in the pan, and then put on the grill until it is fully cooked.At the same time, the heat of the barbecue is also well controlled. The chicken wings are roasted to a deep golden brown, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and are extraordinarily delicious.

Because Han Yun has been hiding from Fu Qinghe for the past few days, not only the stray cats in the community, but he hasn't even fed the cats in the alley behind the company for a long time.Han Yun was afraid that the cats would be spoiled by him, would not know how to find food, or would not eat the food thrown away by people on the side of the road, so he wanted to take some leftover chicken wings back to feed them.As a result, Han Yun couldn't stop after the first bite, and he collapsed on the recliner contentedly until he gnawed the last bone.

Although Su Chengzheng said it harshly, the box of chicken wings didn't look like he had packed leftovers after eating. He must be being arrogant again and refused to show his favor.Now that he had guessed this, Han Yun didn't want to leave after wiping it up, so he went to Su Chengzheng's office to ask if he needed to be sent back before going home.

Su Chengzheng was silent for a while, and then slowly said two words: "Okay." Such a careless and slightly loose look seemed to be giving him something.

The corner of Han Yun's mouth twitched and looked at Su Chengzheng. What was completely different from his tone and expression was the other party's neat movements. As if he had prepared everything, he simply picked up his mobile phone and briefcase and walked towards Han Yun.

"Let's go, what are you doing in a daze?" Su Chengzheng took out the car keys and handed them to Han Yun, urging impatiently as if he was afraid that he would go back on his word.

Han Yun took the key, glanced at Su Chengzheng, and inadvertently saw that the back of his hand was a little red, and there were a few crimson circular marks scattered here and there.

Han Yun frowned, and held his wrist, "What's wrong with the hand?" When he was young, he lived alone, cooking and cooking by himself, so he naturally knew that this was the scar left by the splash of hot oil.

But how could Su Chengzheng, a young master with eyes above his head, have such a wound?

The hand was held by Han Yun, and Su Chengzheng trembled slightly as if he had been scalded. He wanted to withdraw his hand, but Han Yun held it tightly.When Su Chengzheng couldn't make it, he became angry from embarrassment, shook his hand vigorously and said angrily, "It's none of your business!"

The other party's large movements brought a gust of wind, and Han Yun smelled the unique smell of cooking oil mixed with various unknown seasonings in the kitchen.

Then there was a crisp 'click', and Su Chengzheng's waving hand hit the solid wood door frame, and the expression on his face froze all of a sudden—as we all know, a hand with many bones and little skin hits a hard object The sour feeling on the table is as indescribable as hitting the corner of the table with your toes.

At this time, Han Yun's expression was also distorted for a moment - holding back his laughter.

Adhering to the principle of a good man doing his best to the end, he pulled the tearful Su Chengzheng to sit on the small sofa, then walked back to his office, took a bottle of safflower oil from the drawer and helped Su Chengzheng massage the wound.

Su Chengzheng looked at Han Yun through his teary eyes. He really wanted to raise his hand to wipe away the physical tears that came out of his eyes, but he felt ashamed, so he could only bear it, and wanted to wait until Han Yun didn't pay attention before wiping.

But in fact, such worries are completely unnecessary, because Han Yun's movements are very careful and focused. He first poured safflower oil into his palm, rubbed it to warm it up, and then supported Su Chengzheng's hand that was still trembling with pain.

His expression was also serious, Su Chengzheng could only see his lowered eyelashes, and the hands carefully holding his right hand.

"Cheng Zheng."

Su Chengzheng was a little distracted by Han Yun's soft words, "Huh?"

"be ready."

"doing what--"

In the next second, Han Yun pressed hard on his red, swollen and bruised place, pressing and rubbing with his palms.

It took Su Chengzheng a lot of effort not to let out a cry, but the few tears that he was holding back a few minutes ago suddenly gathered in his eyes, completing the leap from quantity to quality.

He has been favored since he was a child, and he has never suffered physical hardships, so everything else is easy to say, but when it comes to pain, Su Chengzheng's resistance is extremely weak.

A few minutes later, Han Yun finished his work, but when he looked up, he saw Su Chengzheng looking at him with a red nose, eyes full of grievances and accusations.

Han Yun: "..."

Speechlessly, he raised his hand and wiped Su Chengzheng's eyes, "How grown up, I can't bear such a little pain."

But Han Yun forgot that he still had safflower oil on his hands, and the hot feeling made Su Chengzheng burst into tears, as if he was using Fengyoujing as eye drops. He was so uncomfortable that he couldn't open his eyes, but tears still flow stop.

Han Yun: "..." He realized that he had caused trouble. Although he felt a little guilty, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, apologizing, "Yes, I'm sorry."

Su Chengzheng: Still laughing and laughing!I have worked hard for a long time to give you fried chicken wings, and you just QAQ to me like this!

Feeling being ridiculed, Su Chengzheng frowned. Although he couldn't see it, he still instinctively rushed forward, wanting to teach Han Yun a lesson.

Han Yun randomly pulled up a chair and sat opposite Su Chengzheng. Under the action of Su Chengzheng's acceleration of gravity, he fell backwards and fell to the ground. He hurriedly held down the other side while kicking the chair away so as not to bump into anything again. .

"Han Yun!" Su Chengzheng pressed his shoulder angrily, with a vicious expression on his face, but tears fell down his face.

Such an expression is really strange, and it is completely different from Su Chengzheng's usual cool and handsome painting style.Regardless of the soreness caused by his back hitting the back of the chair, Han Yun laughed even louder, lying on the ground with his legs bent and trembling with laughter, half covering his face with one hand, and had no intention of getting up for a while , trying to hold back his voice so that Su Chengzheng wouldn't blow his hair a second time.

Su Chengzheng had no fighting experience, and after pushing Han Yun to the ground, he was dazed for a while, not knowing what to do next.He angrily wiped his eyes hard, and slowly recovered, at least he was able to open his eyes and see things for a short time.At this time, Su Chengzheng suddenly realized how awkward and...ambiguous his movements of sitting on Han Yun's body were, and he couldn't help blushing, but before he could get up, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

At this time, no one is still in the company except the security guard, but the security guard would never dare to push the door directly and enter so rudely.Su Chengzheng looked up and found that it was Fu Qinghe who came.

Su Chengzheng met those cold black eyes that seemed to be brewing a storm, he narrowed his eyes, and suddenly didn't want to get up so quickly.

Han Yun was lying on the ground with his head facing the door. He heard footsteps but couldn't see who was coming.It's just that no matter who it is, this posture is still not very good now. He pushed Su Chengzheng, but he didn't push. The other party bent down on him like revenge, and pressed harder.

childish.

Han Yun rolled his eyes, hooked Su Chengzheng's leg and used a little skill to push him aside, and got up by himself.

After seeing who it was, he fell silent.

Su Chengzheng waited on the ground for a long time and did not see Han Yun helping him, so he got up angrily.But Fu Qinghe didn't even look at him. He stared at Han Yun, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, "I called you and sent you a text message."

Han Yun said, "I'm sorry, I left my phone outside, so I didn't hear it."

"A few days ago, the mobile phone was kept outside and didn't hear it?" Fu Qinghe asked.

For five days in a row, Han Yun did not have any contact with him.

Every afternoon and evening, he feeds the cats by himself. Fu Qinghe squats or sits, surrounded by a circle of stray cats who keep meowing. These guys could eat anything before, but now they seem to be having a temper tantrum After taking a few mouthfuls of the same thing, he stopped moving, and only knew to yell at him non-stop.

Fu Qinghe said, "I can't contact him." He scattered the broken cat biscuits on the ground with a calm expression.

But the cats didn't eat, and grinned and growled, as if he had driven Han Yun away in anger.

Fu Qinghe then put the biscuit into his mouth and chewed it bit by bit. Cat biscuits were still different from human biscuits.It has a fishy smell and a hard and rough taste. It is definitely not something humans would like to eat, and it is even less likely that someone will confuse biscuits eaten by humans with biscuits eaten by animals.

After making an absurd guess, Fu Qinghe approached the HR department of Su Chengzheng's company through his connections and asked about Han Yun's leave.The result he got was in line with his expectations. Fu Qinghe couldn't understand what mood he was in, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the matter was absurd, Fu Qinghe felt that it was the truth he wanted. He didn't feel afraid or terrified, and even felt a little happy and looking forward to it.The more he gets in touch with Han Yun, the more he feels this way, because in front of the other party, he can always present the truest and most comfortable self, which he has never had with anyone before.

Fu Qinghe swallowed the dry biscuits slowly, and said to the stray cat in front of him, "He doesn't want you anymore."

"Meow woo woo!!"

The cats screamed sharply at the same time, Fu Qinghe stood up, looked down at them indifferently, and repeated: "He doesn't want you anymore."

In exchange for these words, the cats yelled more fiercely, but Fu Qinghe didn't even look at them, just turned and left indifferently.

If these stupid cats screaming here can persuade him to come back, then they will be screaming to death.

Pulling back his thoughts, Fu Qinghe looked at Han Yun who was still silent in front of him. He thought that maybe the other party had noticed something and felt insecure so he alienated him. After all, it is the instinct of animals to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Fu Qinghe wanted to say that he could explain, but Han Yun didn't even give him a chance to talk and communicate, as if he decided that he would definitely hurt him.

"Qinghe, let's talk another day."

Hearing what Han Yun said, Fu Qinghe frowned, feeling a little impatient.

"Why another day, can't it be done now?" Fu Qinghe said with rare stubbornness.

Han Yun thought for a while, maybe it would be good to solve it at this opportunity, so as to save him from worrying all the time.So he drove Su Chengzheng back, and he and Fu Qinghe found a McDonald's to sit down and talk. At this time, there were still many waiters and customers in the store.

When Han Yun turned his head and said, "You go back first", Su Chengzheng was naturally anxious: "Han Yun, you——!"

Han Yun looked at him.

"you--"

Han Yun turned his head to look at him, his bright eyes were kind, gentle and affectionate.

Su Chengzheng said "you" for a long time, but he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly his face turned red to the base of his neck.He groaned for a while, and said angrily, "I won't bake chicken wings for you again!"

Han Yun: "..."

Ten minutes later, in McDonald's, Han Yun and Fu Qinghe sat opposite each other.

"What's the matter, tell me."

"Han Yun," Fu Qinghe said, bluntly and directly, "I will not hurt you, give me enough time, and I can prove it to you."

Han Yun stared into his eyes, he was very familiar with this face, and the way Fu Qinghe looked at him now - even more damn familiar.

"..."

Han Yun suddenly didn't know what to say. In human form, he and Fu Qinghe had known each other for a short time, and they weren't very close. It was just a normal way of getting along between friends. There was no reason for the other party to fall in love with him so quickly.

Han Yun said: "Qinghe, you like cats, but I'm not a cat, I'm a human."

"No, I don't like cats." Fu Qinghe shook his head, "They are too stupid, I don't like stupid things."

Han Yun: "..."

He was completely confused, he didn't know what the other party wanted to express, and he couldn't understand whether Fu Qinghe's repeated mention of IQ was to praise him or scold him.

Han Yun said with some frustration: "Well, what do you want?"

When Fu Qinghe heard this, he was stunned for a short time, and he didn't know what he wanted, but whether it was for people or cats, Fu Qinghe clearly understood that he wanted to continue to be with them.

"I hope we can go back to what we were before."

Fu Qinghe said, but after finishing speaking, he faintly felt that something was missing, and his heart was empty.He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything else, like a sneeze that was ready to go, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't get it out, making his nose sour and his eyes swollen, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Fu Qinghe lowered his head sullenly and didn't speak, but Han Yundu simply said, "Okay, it's still the same as before."

At the same time, I was relieved. In fact, it is not bad to say that it is open. There is an extra imperial excrement shovel officer, and rations and accommodation are also guaranteed.