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

"You are really," He Jimin couldn't find the words to describe it, so he lowered his head and carefully bandaged the wound on Xing Zhuo's foot, then turned around and went to the bathroom to take a towel and put it on Xing Zhuo's body, " Wipe off the water."

When He Jimin turned around, he saw his aunt standing still clutching his apron, and he thought he had something to say.

"Speak up if you have something to say," He Jimin asked directly.

"Miss Jiang has been crying upstairs for a long time, do you want to go and have a look first?" Auntie looked up upstairs, "Just now the master called and asked Miss Jiang if she is used to living here. .”

He Jimin smiled at his aunt, "I see, I'll go up and have a look later."

Jiang Xiaofei is now relying on He Guoqi, she wants to be the wife of the He family.

When He Jimin turned his head back again, he saw Xing Zhuo taking up a cigarette and starting to smoke, and then heard him say, "I'll just stay here tonight."

"There are still vacant rooms upstairs." He Jimin glanced at his feet, "You rest more, I will help you later——Ah——Ah——" He Jimin continued to slap Three sneezes, and then the nasal voice suddenly increased, "Just go upstairs."

In the end, He Jimin first supported Xing Zhuo to go upstairs, and after he settled Xing Zhuo, he knocked on Jiang Xiaofei's door a few times, "Are you still angry?"

Jiang Xiaofei felt aggrieved inside, "I don't want to see you now."

"Then I'm leaving," He Jimin said happily, and planned to go down and lay down.

As soon as he turned his feet, the door opened a crack.

"Wait," Jiang Xiaofei grabbed the door frame, stretched out his hand with red eyes and grabbed He Jimin's sleeve, "You stay with me."

"I was really dumbfounded by the cold outside," Jiang Xiaofei said pitifully, with red nose. "I was just worried about you just now, and I was afraid that you would not be able to figure it out at a critical moment."

"So it's unclear?" He Jimin just stood and listened to Jiang Xiaofei's words.

"I didn't have time to choose a gift with Uncle He today. How can we go back tomorrow? If Uncle He knows that it's his birthday, we are so careless, what if we have prejudice against you? If it weren't for that unlucky pregnant woman tonight, we wouldn't be here In this way, my temper was not against you just now," Jiang Xiaofei said with a smile before he said, "Maybe if the pregnant woman aborts the child because of this, I might feel better."

When Jiang Xiaofei said this himself, he still asked expectantly, "By the way, what happened to that pregnant woman in the end, is the child still there?"

He Jimin stared at Jiang Xiaofei's innocent face now, and smiled back at her,

"Both adults and children are fine."

Seeing the look in He Jimin's eyes, Jiang Xiaofei instinctively dodged a little, "Don't mention her, what about Uncle He's birthday gift, it has to go tomorrow," Jiang Xiaofei said, and opened the door wide, "Why don't you come in and discuss it? ?”

As soon as He Jimin lifted his foot inside, he saw Xing Zhuo who was about to go out from the next door.

When the two of them were in the gap, their eyes briefly met, and He Jimin stepped in.

With a proud face on his face, Jiang Xiaofei turned his back and closed the door.

She raised her hand to pull up her hair at the back, tied it sideways into a low ponytail, and one side of her hair came out around her neck, spreading flat on her low|low-cut light pink underwear.

"It's okay, let's go out early tomorrow," Jiang Xiaofei sat on the bed and waved to He Jimin.

"Sit here," Jiang Xiaofei said, and stepped aside, "I want to apologize to you, is there any use for you to keep Xing Zhuo?"

In Jiang Xiaofei's room, there was nothing to sit on, the only place where he could rest his butt was a soft bed full of pink.

"What do you think?" He Jimin didn't sit on the bed, but just looked down at Jiang Xiaofei from above, "Tell me."

Jiang Xiaofei looked at the playful eyes He Jimin was looking at him now, and felt that he was smart and had guessed what He Jimin was thinking, so he opened his mouth confidently, "It's quite obvious, now Xing Zhuo has secretly followed He Jimin everywhere. It’s not obvious that I’m going to fight against you in the future, but now you just don’t want to make things too rigid.”

"Stay steady first, and then probe his bottom," Jiang Xiaofei saw that the smile on the corner of He Jimin's mouth deepened, and simply asked, "Do you have a way to deal with him now?"

"You really know a lot." He Jimin stretched out his hand to help Jiang Xiaofei smooth her hair, which was messed up because of her head bobbing back and forth just now. "What else do you know?"

Jiang Xiaofei touched a part of his hot face and said with a smile, "When you're free, listen to what He Yuan—Uncle He said." Jiang Xiaofei almost bit his tongue when he spoke.

He Jimin loosened his grip on Jiang Xiaofei's hair, pretending he didn't hear his words, "Then you go to bed early, tomorrow my dad sees that if you go with me, I will be happier than giving you anything."

Jiang Xiaofei blinked his round eyes, reached out and hooked He Jimin's hand that had been put back, "Xing Zhuo slept in your room just now, right?"

"So?" He Jimin asked.

"You just have to let me finish my sentence," Jiang Xiaofei sat on the bed with his legs crossed, "Anyway, I won't chase you away."

"He Jimin stretched out his hand to release Jiang Xiaofei's hand, lit a cigarette and retreated to the door, "I practice smoking at night, it's not a good habit, you go to bed early. "After He Jimin finished speaking, he went out and closed the door.

Only Jiang Xiaofei was left in the room, jumping from the bed to the floor, she first sat on the other side of the mirror, and pressed her hands on her face, the backs of her hands became hot after a while.

After that, she looked into the mirror and said to herself, "He Jimin looks so good looking at it like this."

Compared with He Yuanzhuo, He Yuanzhuo thinks more of a child who hasn't grown up, and there is no comparison with He Jimin. Jiang Xiaofei lay on the bed covering his face, muttering to himself, and finally stretched out his hand to He Yuanzhuo. got the news.

- Nothing unusual, you can rest easy tomorrow.

Waiting for the news to pass, Jiang Xiaofei is now feeling uneasy.

If you can become the real Mrs. He.

Then He Yuanzhuo is useless.

He Jimin went downstairs by himself, sat on the sofa and smoked.

He still smelled of the perfume brought from Jiang Xiaofei's house.

Smells like roses.

It's dark in the living room right now, He Jimin is rubbing sparks between his fingers, thinking about tomorrow's affairs.

An electronic clock was hung on the opposite wall, and the time on it was already past twelve.

But He Jimin's ears were sharp, and he heard a "click" from upstairs.

Like someone's door opened.

After that, He Jimin rubbed the last butt of his cigarette, waiting for the people above to go down.

The other party's voice was very soft, and he walked very slowly. He Jimin didn't reach out his hand to re-light a cigarette until he smelled the strong smell of smoke on the visitor's body. He gave the visitor one by the way, and asked him, " You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what's the point of stepping on your useless feet?"

The person opposite didn't speak, just sat next to He Jimin and sat quietly for a while before asking, "Her smell."

He Jimin lowered his head and sniffed it by himself, "The little girl likes this, and after sitting for a while, her body smells," He Jimin said, feeling that Xing Zhuo kept pushing this way, so he simply moved the nest, "Jinnan told me before that you have a brother."

"Well, there is one," Xing Zhuo didn't shy away from this matter, "it's a pity that we don't have many days together with him."

"The personality is quite similar to yours," Xing Zhuo suddenly added.

"There used to be too many bad things in the family, and I made him angry. He was ten years old and I was seven years old. It was also winter that year. He was only a little old, so he said he couldn't see the end." Xing Zhuo reached out for a cigarette, "I used to To say that you can survive it means that it will take longer."

"I've only used it for 15 years," Xing Zhuo said without stopping.

It was also the first time He Jimin saw Xing Zhuo talk a lot.

When I saw the large and small scars on Xing Zhuo's back before, I knew that the other party's childhood would not be easy.

"I'm very unlucky," Xing Zhuo crossed his hands and put them on his knees, "I guess no one would be willing to be my close relative."

"Don't be so absolute in everything," He Jimin heard Xing Zhuo's dejected words, thinking that when he and Xing Zhuo were this age, his mind was full of the despondency of these funerals.

But after thinking about it in the past few years, these thoughts have faded away.

"Speaking of it, you may find it impossible," He Jimin told the people in the book about his past for the first time, "I have a grandfather in my family."

"My family didn't like me even when I was young, so I was raised by my grandfather when I was seven or eight years old, and I was taught all my abilities by the old man." He Jimin leaned forward through the faint moonlight, "I used to be a child in my family. There are no brothers, or you can just be my younger brother."

Xing Zhuo turned his head suddenly, "You don't dislike it?"

He Jimin laughed out loud, "If I dislike you, will I still sleep with you?"

He Jimin posed the most convincing nonsense.

"Whom do I poke my butt at? Is it a pick?" He Jimin, a good man, put his hand on Xing Zhuo's shoulders after he finished.

Xing Zhuo's eyes were still clear in the dark night with the weak light.

He Jimin was a little embarrassed to be stared at by him, so he licked him directly, "Look, you want to have an older brother, and I want a younger brother. I can kill two birds with one stone."

"It's not the same," Xing Zhuo directly refused.

He Jimin was full of anticipation, and his voice lost all energy, "Is it so difficult for me to have a family?"

"Being an older brother is not enough," Xing Zhuo looked at He Jimin, turned his face and asked, "Are you talking nonsense now?"

When He Jimin was still listening to Xing Zhuo's sad past, he subconsciously asked, "What nonsense?"

"It's all her taste," Xing Zhuo leaned forward as he spoke.

At first, He Jimin was pushed up by Xing Zhuo, but for a long time, the other party didn't do anything.

Then there was a second sound upstairs.

It was also the sound of the door opening.

Then smell a strong fragrance of roses.

Not long after, He Jimin saw a pale figure walking down the stairs.

"Jimin, why don't you go to sleep," Jiang Xiaofei stretched out his hand and probed forward, "Even if you smoke, I won't—"

Jiang Xiaofei didn't fall asleep when he left He Jimin, and after tossing and turning, he finally decided to get more intimate with He Jimin now.

The living room was completely dark now, Jiang Jiang Xiaofei just stood there, probably didn't notice that there was someone beside He Jimin.

Just as He Jimin was about to open his mouth, Xing Zhuo covered it with his hand.

In the end, Xing Zhuo replied, "He sleeps with me at night."

After finishing speaking, he leaned into He Jimin's ear and said, "If you want to be a relative—"

"You don't have to be a brother."