Get rid of the slag and attack me and the disabled boss [Transmigration Book]

The He family exploded.

Strictly speaking, He Guoqi exploded.

He Jimin hurriedly took the phone back from the child, covered the child's eyes, and asked Meng Ma to take him out.

After all, no matter how He Guoqi wants to deal with Wang Chunli for a while, he will leave a shadow if he is seen by a child.

"Dad, calm down, there may be some misunderstanding, so I didn't say it all the time, thinking that at least I would finish the meal—" He Jimin calmly tried to persuade him to fight, and by the way, he talked to Cumin Yang leg.

After all, He Guoqi can neither hear nor see what he says or does now. He Guoqi's eyes are burning now, and he throws it at Wang Chunli without knowing what he is holding in his hand, "I will feed you and wear you. Will find a man, right?!"

"How many times is this?!"

"How many times??!"

He Jimin guessed that He Guoqi scolded his superiors and no one would pay attention, so he stood a little farther away, and continued to use the same rhetoric just now.

As he was talking, he saw Wang Chunli break down and cry, and she swept everything on the table by herself, and now the sheep's back, which was dripping with oil just now, fell to the ground with the plate.

He Jimin felt lingering fear when he looked at the piece he had ignored just now.

I already knew that if the two quarreled, all the dishes on this table would be ruined, so I took small steps to pass the message to the kitchen.

No food is allowed.

Then he slowly pushed out the servants who were all watching the fun.

He Jimin glanced at He Guoqi from the corner of his eye, and now he has already started to greet Wang Chunli with the crutch in his hand.

The mouth kept yelling and cursing, "I have treated you so much all these years, but you still cheated on me, how can you be worthy of Yuan Zhuo, how can you be worthy of me?!"

Wang Chunli could only scream at the other end, it was useless to cry at He Guoqi now, she could only scream and run.

In the middle, Tian Shiwei hid directly under the table, not even daring to run to the door, his legs became decorations.

He Jimin saw that He Guoqi was busy cleaning up Wang Chunli and his body was strong, so he flipped Tian Shiwei under the table and grabbed him.

"What, did you steal someone to come to He's house?" He Jimin was choked up by the cigarette, and now seeing how messed up He's house is, no one would care about his cigarette, so he just stepped on someone. He nodded and said, "Stay, don't move."

"I'll say it again."

Tian Shiwei finally realized it at this moment, seeing that the door of the front hall was open, he wanted to stand up and crawl forward.

He Jimin felt that the person under his feet was dishonest, so he exerted a little strength on his feet, and directly pushed the person on the table, "Don't move, just make it easier for me."

He Jimin stared at Tian Shiwei through the cigarette holder, and looked at He Guoqi with the other eye.

At this time, Wang Chunli had already been smashed on the table by He Guoqi's hair, and what He Guoqi was chanting now was He Yuanzhuo's name, "Yuanzhuo, Yuanzhuo, Yuanzhuo," after He Guoqi finished chanting, he suddenly said Wang Chunli shouted, "Is Yuan Zhuo my son?!"

"Speak up," He Guoqi had already begun to slam Wang Chunli on the table uncontrollably.

Not long after, blood came out of Wang Chunli's head.

He couldn't even speak, let alone answer He Guoqi's immediate question.

"Dad, calm down for a moment. Mom needs a long-term plan. It's better to start with Tian Shiwei first." He Jimin glanced at Wang Chunli, whose eyelids were already swollen, and advised He Guoqi, "Dad, don't kill anyone." .”

But there is no warmth in He Guoqi's eyes now.

What he valued the most is now ruined by the woman he loves the most.

It's all over.

He Jimin wanted to say a few more words, but before he could decide to speak, He Guoqi's body straightened and fell to the ground.

He Jimin just watched without reaching out.

Because at this moment, He Jimin suddenly had a fragment in his mind.

It's about the original owner.

Also in this restaurant, sitting opposite is a gentle woman.

At that time, the woman was still young, and He Guoqi was only in his thirties.

The original owner looked only in his teens, and he also ate with chopsticks in his small hands, but his head was kept down.

No one spoke, and there was a slight sound of chewing food, which made it seem like a family to outsiders.

Until he was on the table, He Guoqi dropped the plate first.

Women also end up breaking out.

"You went to Wang Chunli again," the woman said.

"What's wrong with me looking for her?" He Guoqi sneered, "I said it to make up for not being able to marry her."

"You're disgusting," the woman put down the bowls and chopsticks, looked at He Guoqi and then at the child eating beside her, her brows and eyes relaxed a little, "I don't want to argue with you in front of the child."

"I'll just ask you, is Wang Chunli pregnant?"

After the woman asked this sentence, she received a crisp slap from He Guoqi on the face.

"Take care of your children, be your full-time wife, and you shouldn't care about the rest," He Guoqi dropped these words, and threw the things on the table in front of the woman, "Ji This indecisive temperament, I think it's your favorite."

"It's not good to look at a child, what's the use of you."

All that's left is the cry of a woman.

He Jimin opened his eyes, his mind was filled with the old pictures in these books.

So when He Guoqi was tilted down, He Jimin just pinched his cigarette and stepped on Tian Shiwei's face.

Heart Road.

It also deserves it.

He Jimin asked someone to take the two crooked ones to the hospital, but he didn't leave.

There was a message from Wen En on the mobile phone, saying that He Yuanzhuo, taking advantage of He Jimin's absence, was showing his teeth and claws at Tianhua, asking when He Jimin would come back.

He Jimin happily knocked Wen En back.

- Don't worry, I have to give you a big gift. He is busy with his happy days, and it's only these few days.

He Jimin lowered his head and knocked on the message, when there was a sudden commotion at the door.

He Jimin turned his face and saw that it was the child from just now, but now he was no longer as domineering as before. With red eyes, he climbed the stairs and looked at the mess in the front hall, and suddenly burst into tears.

Both hands are clutching his pockets, pulling them to the sides.

He Jimin originally raised his feet and wanted to leave, but when he saw Meng's mother who came down from the upstairs, she was grabbing the child by the ear and cursing, "It's you, the god of plague, you have to run to kill the whole family. My wife, see if I don't kill you, you bastard that no one wants."

Meng Lijiao has been with Wang Chunli for so many years, although she is old, she doesn't have the kindness of old age at all, and she doesn't pay attention to the younger generation. Now the child's ears are stretched out by Meng's mother, but the child is so busy crying that the whole body is crying. "Pain" will not say.

"Meng Ma," He Jimin lifted his foot up the stairs.

Meng Lijiao saw He Jimin's angry face now, "Let me tell you, if one of our wives has troubles, I will never end with you!"

When He Jimin walked to Meng Lijiao's side, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

After the original owner's mother passed away, it was Meng Lijiao who helped Wang Chunli make it difficult for the original owner.

He Jimin squeezed a cigarette and smiled, "Mum Meng is so angry, why don't you wait for Wang Chunli's ups and downs, I see that you are in a hurry now," He Jimin said, reaching out to protect the child behind him , The queen covered the child's eyelids with one hand.

Then there was a warmth in the palm.

The child's hand was on He Jimin's trouser legs, and he kept calling "brother" on his lips.

Meng Ma let out a hey at the other end, "You even have to take care of my business, I think I haven't taught you enough before."

Meng Lijiao watched He Jimin grow up in the early years, and knew that the child had always been soft-tempered since he was a child, and he didn't dare to make any big noises to anyone, so as early as when He Jimin was young, Meng Lijiao wanted to win the favor of his new wife. I like it, I have played bad tricks on children a lot, it has become a habit for so many years.

Now even looking at He Jimin who is much bigger than himself, I still feel disgusted from the bottom of my heart.

"What do you think I'm doing, I'll tell you, when my wife comes back—" Meng Ma said, and suddenly put He Jimin's hand on her shoulder, and then heard He Jimin say, "I also Said, everyone is very busy, simply, don't wait."

After He Jimin finished speaking, he lightly tapped Meng Lijiao. The old man was light, and He Jimin pushed the person in the hall facing the stairs. Meng Lijiao didn't even react, and rolled down the stairs.

I only wanted to get up when I fell down, but I couldn't move after a long time. I could only sit on the ground and point to He Jimin at you for a long time.

He Jimin ignored Meng Lijiao who was sitting on the ground stammering, turned around and covered the front with her body, wiped away the tears from the child's face, and asked, "What's your name?"

The child put away the snot from his face, stared at He Jimin, and whispered to himself, "He Zhuo."

"Congratulations, congratulations, washing."

When He Jimin heard this name, he found it fresh, so he got up and led the child down. When he passed by Meng Lijiao, He Jimin raised his foot and stomped Meng Lijiao's half body on the ground, and asked her cheerfully, "Now I'll give you a call."

"A crematorium is still a funeral home,"

"Pick one."

Meng Lijiao didn't dare to speak anymore, looking at the eyes of He Jimin now, she felt strange in her heart, without the cowardice that had brought her since she was a child, and now the whole person's mental state is different, Meng Lijiao can only give in first. "Eldest young master, it's my fault. I don't know Taishan with my eyes. Just because of my age, please forgive me, forgive me."

"In the room just now, she pinched me," He Zhuo said suddenly at this moment, and then lifted his bright yellow shirt, revealing two rows of purple-red printing.

And the attack was heavy, but the red marks were fine, and now the marks were dyed a layer of deep purple, which meant that Meng Lijiao was deadly when she attacked.

After He Zhuo finished speaking, he hid behind He Jimin, "She won't let me speak."

"She still stabbed me with needles and—"

"Shut up, you little plague god," Meng Lijiao stared back fiercely, and said to He Jimin, "Eldest young master, don't listen to his nonsense, no one has seen this little thing in their house for a long time. I killed my parents three years after I was born, and now I'm a bastard who doesn't tell the truth to anyone, so don't take it too seriously, I—"

"I've decided," He Jimin slowly squatted down, and told He Zhuo who was behind him, "Go out first, brother will look for you later, don't peek and remember?"

He Zhuo nodded, stepped back little by little, and finally stood outside the door, tiptoed and pinched the round doorknob, and closed the door.

He Jimin heard that there was no movement outside, and he took the leg of lamb that he left just now, after all, he didn't eat it for dinner, and gestured to Meng Lijiao, but he finally gave up because he couldn't bear it, "What did you use to tie it up just now?" Boy, just prick your own arm a few times."

"Please hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

When He Jimin finished tidying up Meng Lijiao in the house, He Jimin thought about going out to smoke. When he saw He Zhuo who was still standing by the door, He Jimin threw away the cigarette and took a piece of mutton. Warm.

"Eat something," He Jimin held the phone in his hand and planned to send the child back first. When the child was biting the meat and stuffed his mouth full, He Jimin explained, "Where is your home? take you back."

At first, He Zhuo stuffed the meat into his cheeks, but he stopped eating when he heard He Jimin's words.

He Jimin pinched the back of the child's head and wanted him to move forward, but the child refused to take a step forward.

Seeing the child's reluctance, He Jimin changed his words, "Do you want to stay at Uncle's house for a few days?"

He Zhuo's eyes are bright.

He Jimin touched the child's head and walked forward.

After He Zhuo settled down at night, He Jimin went to a few more places, mainly going to the hospital to see how the two He family members were doing.

When she arrived, Wang Chunli's head was covered with gauze, and the bandaged area had extended to the corner of her eyes. Presumably, He Guoqi didn't think about how useful Wang Chunli's face could be when he smashed her head on the table.

He Jimin still had a smile on his face when he entered the door, "Little Mom, does it hurt?"

Wang Chunli raised her head suddenly when she heard the voice, and then staggered up while holding onto the table, "He Jimin, you've already set up an ambush, haven't you?! You just want me and Yuan Zhuo to die, don't you? !"

He Jimin went over to hold Wang Chunli down, still talking like a "good son", "Mum, I'm serious, I'm all for this family," He Jimin bent slightly, and stretched out his hand to touch the gauze on Wang Chunli's forehead .

The wound looked not shallow, and it still oozes a little bit of blood.

He Jimin clicked his tongue, pressed his thumb lightly, and touched the bleeding hole, and said with a smile, "Isn't it just to keep the He family clean?"

"You say yes, little mother."

Wang Chunli straightened her body, and then she couldn't say a word, so she fell straight on the bed.

Nice nails scratched the sheets.

Just froze there.

He Jimin put his pockets in his pockets and went out, pretending to be anxious, "Is there a doctor, my family member fainted."

When someone came in, He Jimin stepped aside.

"Bed 45, bed 45!"

The nurse came first, and seeing that something was wrong, she began to look for the doctor outside.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the middle, He Jimin walked out through the side door by himself.

He is now going to He Guoqi's ward. The hospital has cooperated with the He family all the year round, so he is busy taking care of He Guoqi.

When He Jimin entered, He Guoqi was sitting in the ward with an oxygen tube inserted in his nose, reading documents.

He is now recovering much better than Wang Chunli, and now he has calmed down, explaining to the housekeeper about the changes in the shares of Wang Chunli, a subsidiary of the group.

Several affiliated companies under Wang Chunli were withdrawn.

When He Jimin entered, he lowered his head, didn't speak, just stood by He Guoqi's window holding hands, like a child receiving punishment for doing something wrong.

He Guoqi waited until he finished dealing with the work at hand, and then cleared out all the people under him.

He Jimin was the only one left in the room.

"You just wanted to tell me this before?" When He Guoqi talked about this matter again, his emotions still fluctuated obviously.

"Yes, but I wasn't quite sure, and I didn't say until—"

"In the bathroom."

He Jimin's voice was steady as he narrated, but it sounded as if this incident was all his fault.

"I know, you and I are of the same mind," He Guoqi suddenly remembered, "By the way, where is that kid He Zhuo?"

He Jimin: "I've got someone to watch over it."

He Guoqi snorted, "Give this kid back to your uncle as soon as possible, and he will make a fool of himself wherever he goes, bad luck."

"By the way, don't worry about this matter. You can go back today. Don't make a noise to He Yuanzhuo about the family affairs. I will suppress this end first. You—" He Guoqi closed the computer on the blue quilt on, say,

"You help me make sure of one thing."

He Jimin naturally knew that now He Guoqi had doubts about whether He Yuanzhuo was his own.

The man's suspicion is still very serious.

He Jimin bowed his head in response, and then added, "When I came here just now, I saw my little mother...Wang Chunli was a little stressed, and the doctors who passed by looked like—" He Jimin observed while talking With He Guoqi's current expression, it was obvious that He Guoqi's brows had never been relaxed when he heard the words Wang Chunli.

Just as He Jimin was explaining his words, a nurse came in at the other end, and because of the emergency, he didn't even bother to knock on the door, "Mr. Come here and send you the document agreeing to the operation for you to sign."

The little nurse looked as if she was running in, and she couldn't catch her breath when she reached the door, and then she handed the surgery consent certificate to the two people in the room, "Do you think it was signed by Mr. He, or this—"

The little nurse's eyes stayed on He Jimin for a few more seconds, feeling uncomfortable being stared at by those eyes, she whispered again, "Madam's current situation is very dangerous, she has a history of high blood pressure, Now I have a cerebral hemorrhage due to emotional agitation, I hope you—”

While she was still talking, no one in the room answered.

The standing gentle young man looked at the elderly man on the bed.

"Dad," He Jimin said.

"You go back now and do as I said, the sooner the better," He Guoqi explained, lay down by himself, and waved to the little nurse at the door, "You go out too."

"But sir—" the nurse hurriedly took two steps forward, the walkie-talkie on her chest uniform was still creaking—

-The preparations for Mrs. Wang's operation on bed 45 have been completed. Have the family members signed it?

- Confirm it again, have the family members signed it?

- Confirm it again, have the family members signed it?

The doctor on the other end of the phone was in a hurry, and so was the little girl who was rushing over here.

Sweating profusely, he asked He Jimin, "What does Mr. He mean?"

He Jimin walked out, helping the little nurse with his hand, "My dad likes to be quiet," and pointed to the walkie-talkie in the nurse's pocket, "This thing is too noisy."

The little nurse backed away and widened her eyes, not knowing how to say this sentence.

Finally, He Jimin came out of the ward, closed the door, and then smiled politely into the nurse's walkie-talkie, "Doctor, I'm so sorry, my master meant—"

"This word is not signed."

"Isn't that his wife?" The nurse was dumbfounded.

"Yes," He Jimin said.

"Or, it used to be."

He Jimin contacted Wen En to book a plane ticket for him, and then went back to He's house.

But before that, he went to look for He Guoli.

He Guoqi's elder brother, He Zhuo is his grandson.

Originally, He Jimin had no intention of meddling in other people's affairs, so he went to see He Guoli, meaning that he wanted to catch up with He Zhuo's summer vacation and take the children out for a stroll, but when He Guoli wasn't there, his wife agreed without hesitation.

"Take as far as you can. Although the child's skin is itchy and unlucky, he has to be sent back after playing."

The original words of He Zhuo's grandma.

Naturally, He Jimin saw that the family was eager to throw the child far away, so he didn't say anything more. He asked the nanny who usually took care of He Zhuo and asked for some things that the child usually used, and then went back to his home. The house in province C.

When He Jimin entered the door, he saw He Zhuo sitting on the sofa by himself, shaking his feet. He was wearing chick slippers that someone bought for him.

The little toes on both sides were exposed, and he looked down quietly and read a book uncharacteristically.

The child was quiet, with a row of straight and long eyelashes fluttering on his fair face, as if he were two people in the afternoon.

Previously at He Guoqi's place, he was too focused on the matter of catching traitors, so He Ji didn't have time to take a closer look at what the child was doing.

The blood of the He family is also reflected in He Zhuo's body, because He Jimin found that this child even resembles him in five or six parts, so He Jimin went to touch He Zhuo's little head.

He Zhuo looked up and found that it was his elder brother, so he grinned.

It was only then that He Jimin saw that the child's front tooth was missing, and now half of the milky white cusp was protruding from the place where it was missing.

"Brother," the child called out softly.

In a daze, He Jimin took out a piece of candy from his pocket.

Peel it off and stuff it into the child's mouth.

"Sleeping?" He Jimin asked.

The child shook his head and asked, "Is grandma taking me back?"

"Don't go back," He Jimin said, putting his arms around the child's waist, putting him on his shoulders, and dragging his buttocks with one hand, and sending him to the bedroom on the second floor. "You go to bed first, and I will take you out in the middle of the night. play."

Waiting to fly back to province B, it was three o'clock in the morning.

Wen En went to the airport to pick him up.

He Jimin bought some clothes for the child on the way here, and the child was very quiet along the way, and when he passed by the bookstore, he kept looking in the bookstore. Finally, He Jimin asked him what he wanted to see, and He Zhuo asked It's like, "Can I?"

When He Jimin looked at this child, he looked more and more like himself, especially the curvature of the corners of his eyes, as if seeing himself when he was a child.

"He Dong, yesterday's document I already...this child?" Wen En took the things for the child from He Jimin's hand, saw He Jimin leading a child, looked carefully for a long time, and suddenly frowned. Brow, "This is you..."

He Jimin looked at He Zhuo, pursed his lips into a smile, and said something to Wen En,

"Just treat this child as—" He Jimin paused, as if he was thinking about how to introduce it to the outside world, and he clearly said that it was enough to be a relative's child, but He Jimin's words got stuck on his lips.

"I gave birth."