Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Gu Chen explained to the secretary in a low voice, got up and went out to answer the phone.

Fang Zhuo was leaning against the big willow tree by the roadside, singing along to Cicada in his heart, when the bell rang suddenly, which startled him.

He took a deep breath, connected the phone, and let out a lazy feed.

On the other end of the phone, Gu Chen responded lightly, pushed open the door of the emergency exit, and walked into the stairwell.

The cleaning lady, who was cleaning, was obviously taken aback when she saw the big bosses who suddenly appeared, and hurriedly left with the cleaning tools.

Before going out, he looked back curiously, and happened to meet a pair of cold eyes.

Auntie shivered, and slammed the door shut, as if there was some scourge behind the door.

In the empty stairwell, the light was a little dim, and voices could be faintly heard from the other side of the wall.

Gu Chen put one hand in the pocket of his trousers, and the fist inside was already clenched, "Say what you just said again."

Through the phone, the young man's courage grew, and he repeated word by word, "I said, I'm going to rent a house tonight. I haven't gone back for a few days and the house is covered in dust. Clean it up by the way."

Gu Chen's eyes were half drooped, and his eyes fell on a certain step below, "I'll take you back, and we'll go back to Lishan together after packing up."

Fang Zhuo said no, "Just tonight."

Gu Chen pursed his lips tightly, and was silent for a moment, "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

Fang Zhuo was a little excited, tried his best to restrain his facial expression, and hummed obediently.

Just as he hung up the phone, the driver's cell phone rang. He answered the phone respectfully, said yes three times in a row, and then said to the young man outside the car window, "Mr. Fang, Mr. Gu asked me to take you back."

Fang Zhuo opened the car door and sat in, proudly telling the system, "I didn't brag, I'm sure I'll win this time."

No matter what the protagonist goes through, he always maintains his original intention and implements the core values ​​of socialism. How could he do such a thing as voyeurism.

Although he couldn't think of anyone else to be suspected for a while, the system is confident that Gu Chen must not have done this immoral thing.

The shared house has been empty for several days, and there is a lot of dust in the room. Fang Zhuo rolled up his sleeves and cleaned every corner, and even the air was much fresher.

One of the two roommates is watching the night and studying by themselves, and the other has not worked overtime today, and is sitting in the living room watching TV.

The little white-collar worker had sharp ears, and when he heard that there was no sound coming from the room, he got up and ran to knock on the door, "Brother Fang, have you finished cleaning?"

Fang Zhuo came out of the bathroom with a wrung handkerchief, opened the door, "It's over, what's the matter?"

The little white-collar worker said, "Mr. Shen said that he is leaving early tonight and wants to go to the super popular Mala Hot in the south, and asked if you can go."

Hearing Malatang, Fang Zhuo salivated, "Go, I'll go."

Gu Chen is a bit old-fashioned, and he is not allowed to eat any junk food, which is overkill, so that in the past two days, he has eaten the lunch box made of waste oil, and he feels delicious.

Hanging the towel on the shelf, ran to the closet and changed clothes, Fang Zhuo looked in the mirror, he ate and slept well recently, he was moistened by thick milk, he looks good, he is more handsome than before and fatter.

When he walked out, the little white-collar's eyes lit up, "Brother Fang is so handsome."

Fang Zhuo suddenly felt his feet stepping on the cotton, and pursed his mouth reservedly, "It's okay."

The little white-collar worker giggled, dragged him to watch TV together, but thought silently in his heart, sure enough, good-looking boys either have boyfriends or girlfriends.

There was a brain-damaged drama on TV, the man the heroine loved cheated, and she was sitting on the ground in grief, looking up at the sky, screaming heartbreakingly why did she do this to me, why why why.

A red supercar galloped over a small puddle on the side of the road, and the sewage splashed the heroine all over.

The car owner and the victim have since formed an indissoluble bond.

Fang Zhuo, "..."

Why does this old-fashioned plot last for so long?

After finally getting through an episode, the little white-collar worker finally received a call from another roommate, waved his hand, and said to Fang Zhuo, "Let's go."

That Malatang business was frighteningly hot, and there were so many people inside that there were no vacancies at all.

The three sat at the door for nearly half an hour before waiting for their seats.

Fang Zhuo took a photo with his mobile phone and sent it to Moments, waiting for the fish to take the bait.

Gu Chen's satellite number was applied for only the day before yesterday, and the only friend he has is Fang Zhuo, as long as he clicks on Moments, he can see scenes of him eating, drinking and having fun with his friends.

Even if you don't peep, you won't miss the youth's movements.

233 couldn't help but comment, "I think it's useless."

Fang Zhuo said inscrutably, "You don't understand, I only care about eating, drinking and having fun, I leave him alone and don't ask, it's you, can you bear it?"

233 said honestly, "Of course, I can still play games online."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

The owner of this store is very good at doing business, the dishes are not expensive, and there are also iced drinks, several flavors of small ingredients to choose from, free of charge.

Fang Zhuo gave up communicating with the system, and began to eat meat, spicy and delicious, full of color, fragrance, and dry chili noodles. Just putting it in his mouth, he felt moved for a long time.

So happy.

The teacher probably encountered something unhappy, so he poured one cup after another of beer.

The little white-collar held his hand, "Stop drinking, what's wrong with you."

"It's nothing, I just want to drink." The teacher pushed the little white-collar's hand away, and continued to indulge in depression and drink.

Fang Zhuo and Xiaobai looked at each other, and pressed the teacher's wrist, "About the school?"

It was probably because he was too frustrated and overloaded, the teacher suddenly burst into tears. From his sobbing and intermittent words, Fang Zhuo could hear the general idea.

It turned out that the girl who was about to get married was robbed by the rich second generation.

Not everyone is willing to eat bread and earn milk with you. There are too many emotions in this world that cannot stand the test of reality.

Fang Zhuo and the white-collar workers sighed, and dryly comforted each other with a few words of comfort.

The teacher cried for a while, feeling much better, raised his head and poured another mouthful of beer, "You are right, it is her loss that she gave up on me, why should I feel sad for her loss, it's not a relationship, not a reason , none of my business."

With a bang, he touched the burning beer glass below, "Drink, let's not get drunk tonight."

Fang Zhuo took a sip meaningfully and smacked his lips, it was quite delicious.

This beer is boiled with jujube, wolfberry, tangerine peel and rock sugar. The taste of the beer is very light and slightly sweet, which makes people want to drink more.

Usually after the first glass of wine, the second glass of wine is easy to persuade. Fang Zhuo gradually changed from passive drinking to active drinking.

After finishing the three cups, a fearless heroism emerged in his chest, and he felt like a giant standing on a hill, overlooking everything.

233,"...you're drunk."

Fang Zhuo roared, "I'm not drunk."

As soon as these words came out, I felt chills on the back of my neck, and subconsciously looked back.

A kid was playing with a water gun and it hit the back of his neck.

Fang Zhuo didn't take it to heart, turned around and continued to drink with the teacher, and from time to time two bold words popped out of his mouth.

The little white collar drank less, and hurriedly held down the two people on the left and right, "Stop drinking, let's go back."

The teacher has already started crying for the third round, attracting countless attention.

Fang Zhuo was more honest than him, sitting motionless on the stool, like a rock, but his mind was in a daze.

233 was dying of anxiety, especially afraid that the host would forget their bet, "Do you remember what you are going to do tonight?"

Fang Zhuo opened his mouth and said loudly, "Remember, fishing."

Just as he finished speaking, the phone rang.

He took the phone out of his pocket, poked it several times but failed to hit the answer button, and finally buckled the phone in annoyance, and it automatically muted.

Inside the Lishan Villa.

Gu Chen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the grass covered in darkness, with an unpredictable expression.

Uncle Fu brought him a cup of tea, "Young master is only in his early twenties, just at the age where he loves to play, you can't control him too tightly, you have to give him some personal space properly."

Gu Chen chuckled lightly, "I don't think he's just playing for fun, but wants to turn the world upside down."

Probably because he has been spoiled too much recently and has a good temper, so he dared to ignore his phone calls.

When he thought of the young man hooking up with others, laughing and playing around, his heart was tightly clenched by one hand, suffocated, hurt, and jealousy that he didn't want to admit.

As long as Fang Zhuo is out of his sight, the gloom and rage are like the night outside the window, coming unstoppably, wrapping him in it.

Gu Chen understands the truth that the tighter he holds the sand in his hand, the faster it will flow away.

So he restrained himself and did not forcefully bring him back. Instead, he went up to the second floor and entered the room that no one had entered before except him.

Forbo looked at the cold tea which had been set aside, and shook his head.

I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing for these two people to be together.

The three of Fang Zhuo and his party took a taxi back home. As soon as they entered the door, they slumped on the sofa and did not move.

The little white collar is a woman who lives a delicate life. No matter how tired she is, she has to remove her makeup and apply a mask, so she struggled to get up, went back to the room to wash her face, and came out with a wrung towel, and wiped her face for two drunks. .

Fang Zhuo was covered by a hot towel, he became more awake, rubbed his dizzy head, and looked around blankly.

Only then did he react and go home by himself.

233 suggested, "You go take a bath first to wake up your mind."

Fang Zhuo staggered back to the room, took his clothes and went into the bathroom. When he closed the door, he suddenly remembered something and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

There is a missed call on it.

A little inexplicable guilt and panic.

He hugged his clothes and knelt down with his mobile phone in his hands. His forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, "Brother Ah San, you said we don't know how to play with firecrackers, right?"

233 was directed at the game card, how could it dampen the enthusiasm of the host, said hastily, "No, Gu Chen is generous and generous, so he won't get angry and punish you for such a trivial matter."

Fang Zhuo thought about it and thought it made sense, not to mention that he really didn't do it on purpose, he was really confused at the time.

The heart is at ease, and the IQ returns to the mind.

He got up and climbed onto the basin and washed his face with cold water several times.

As soon as the ice-cold water stirred, all the drunkenness disappeared.Fang Zhuo looked up at himself in the mirror, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were soaked with water, as if he had just finished something.

The bathroom was very quiet, and the silent air seemed to be brewing something, but it didn't make him feel familiar with the tingling sense of crisis.

The voyeur was not there, or in other words, the other party was not watching him.

Could it be that I thought wrong and wronged the boss.

Fang Zhuo frowned, looked at the black screen of the mobile phone, took it after hesitating for a few seconds, his expression was serious and nervous as if he was about to go to the execution ground.

After three beeps, the phone was connected.

Gu Chen's voice was low, and the background was almost eerily quiet.

Fang Zhuo cleared his throat, and while taking off his clothes, he asked, "Are you asleep?"

"No."

"Oh, I didn't sleep either." Fang Zhuo said a few more nonsense words in a circle, still unable to speak out, numb, it was the first time he did this kind of thing, he felt something wrong all over his body.

He took a deep breath and deliberately took down the shower so that the person on the other side of the receiver could hear the sound of water.

Then whispered, "I miss you."

The voice was light, a little hoarse after drinking, and it sounded like some kind of invitation.

The man obviously fell silent, his breathing was rapid, Fang Zhuo lost three times in his heart, and hung up the phone without saying a word.

Not because of anything else, purely because of guilty conscience.

He comforted himself that the phone hung up very well.

Since you want to fish, you can't throw all the bait down, you can only give a little bit, otherwise the fish will not take the initiative to bite the hook when they are full.

Fang Zhuo stared at the phone for a while, but the man didn't call back.

He was a little disappointed, it was different from what he had imagined...

He squeezed the shower head and rushed towards his face a few times, the heat on his face didn't decrease, but got hotter and hotter. He wondered if the words just now had enough weight.

After taking a long bath, a layer of skin was almost rubbed off, but there was still no abnormality in the bathroom.

in the villa.

Gu Chen was sitting in the study on the third floor to handle his work. The black mobile phone was standing upright and placed on a book, and he could clearly see the picture in it when he raised his eyes.

The young people in the picture moved very slowly, which was in great contrast to the usual battle scenes.

He raised his eyebrows, put down the pen with interest, folded his arms in front of his chest, his eyes were warm and focused.

But soon, the young man's face collapsed.

Fang Zhuo took a bath for nearly a quarter of an hour without gaining anything, which made the system very proud, "You lost, I want all 1399 games of x Heaven."

"..." This appetite is too great.

Fang Zhuo was dejected and worried, where could he get 1399 game cassettes.

I was pulling my hair impatiently, and my elbow hit the shelf, and the soap flew out.

Fang Zhuo, "..."

This soap is really flying at the wrong time, you should wait for the boss to show up before flying.

Fang Zhuo sighed helplessly, and resigned himself to his fate as he walked over barefoot, slipping and wrestling, he bent down slowly.

Soap probably has become a genius, very slippery, likes to play cat and mouse with people.

As soon as the fingertip touched it, it slid out a long way. Fang Zhuo could only straighten his waist, take a few steps forward, and then bend down again.

After repeating this four times, the soap essence was finally caught.

He clenched it tightly and stood up straight. Suddenly, the back of his neck felt cold, and all the cells in his body immediately became vigilant.

Excitement and nervousness jumped out, like soldiers rushing to the battlefield to fight to the death with the enemy, Fang Zhuo felt the blood all over his body become hot at this moment.

His voice trembled with excitement, "Brother Ah San, he's here."