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

Chapter 22

He Jimin lowered his head and thought about the rounded corners of the table, and laughed, "Maybe I really raised a child at home, and the corners of the furniture are so exquisite," he leaned over to pick up the cigarette, and then he was caught The shoulders teased by this joke shook, and the hair tucked behind the ears slid down.

Then he looked up at Xing Zhuole, "Mama, please go out, I want to take a shower."

But Xing Zhuo on the opposite side didn't move.

Because at this moment, what struck his eyes the most was the black hair and the pale skin.

When the two colors hit a person at the same time, Xing Zhuo took another look.

When Xing Zhuo came back to his senses, he said to Jin Nan, "Let's go."

Xing Zhuo didn't react much to Jin Nan's words just now, but just pulled people out by holding Jin Nan's tie.

As soon as He Jimin heard the people outside, Xing Zhuo said to Jin Nan, "Don't talk about the past, you know I don't want to hear it."

Then the sound gradually faded away, and He Jimin could only hear the peculiar ethereal sound in the bathroom.

Now he can barely walk, but his head is still somewhat unconscious, and the amount of medicine is a mystery.

So even though He Jimin was arguing with Xing Zhuo on the surface, he still put a warning on Xing Zhuo out of selfishness.

This person is so ruthless that Wu Haonan can't compare to him at all.

In the bathroom, He Jimin called Wen En outside, and there was a total of one thing explained inside, "Clean up the original residence in Province B, and tell Wu Bingjian that I don't want that batch of goods." , " He Jimin hung up the phone, and propped himself up to look in the mirror.

The person inside was thin, and there was still a patch of red on his collarbone.

Now He Jimin has to start reconsidering the matter of Li Wutong. After all, after getting along with Xing Zhuo for a long time, he realized that this person is very strange. Yuanzhuo and Xing Zhuo can't get close, maybe they don't need to go to the step of playing the emotional card.

He Jimin made up his mind, and simply took a cold shower with his head facing the shower. After all, he wasn't worried about what Xing Zhuo might ask. According to Xing Zhuo's temperament, if he really doubted, he wouldn't have asked. test.

When He Jimin was brushing his hair and going out, he heard Xing Zhuo answering the phone downstairs. The content of the conversation was the old man of the Wu family.

It wasn't until I got downstairs that I heard Xing Zhuo directly turned on the hands-free. Jin Nan was rubbing the handle on the side, and his feet were running around dishonestly.

"Master Xing's lesson is that in the future, I will pay more attention to this kind of brat in my family, so as not to trouble you."

He Jimin happened to hear the last few words when he came out, and when he got downstairs, he was completely hung up on the other end.

"Wu Bingjian is much more thorough than his son." He Jimin rubbed a towel against the dripping hair. "I just informed him, and he knew."

"Well," Xing Zhuo pointed to the water on the ground, "There is a blower in the bathroom."

"I'm not used to it," He Jimin leaned against Xing Zhuo while still steaming, then reached out to the big fruit plate on the table, picked up a cherries and chewed it in his mouth, "This old man Just like his son, he has a quick temper, and I started to challenge you before I wrote my horoscope."

He Jimin pinched one with his nails and threw it into Xing Zhuo's arms, "What do you mean, Master Xing?"

Xing Zhuo pinched it in his hand and didn't put it in his mouth, "Since you don't want to eat, you can go."

He Jimin chewed and agreed casually, "I'll leave when Wen En comes back." Then he pointed at himself, "I don't have any clothes."

"Then play a game with me," Jin Nan pulled He Jimin over, "to kill time."

When Jin Nan was talking, he kept looking at He Jimin, but finally couldn't hold back, and said, "Mr. He is so handsome."

Before He Jimin could reply, he sneezed and turned to Jin Nanle.

The two played a few rounds, and the time was drawn for more than an hour, but Wen En never came back. After another half an hour, Wen En called and said that there was a traffic jam on the road, and it was estimated that they would not be able to return for a while.

After hearing this, He Jimin simply put down his words, "Then you can find a hotel to stay on the way, and I'll spend the night at Master Xing's place, and you can come back tomorrow." He hung up the phone after speaking.

"Master Xing, is there any room available?" He Jimin turned his head and asked.

"That's really unfortunate, there's only one room," Jin Nan said quickly.

"From the very beginning, I wanted to ask, Master Xing's house doesn't look very big," He Jimin chatted, and didn't intend to leave.

"He doesn't like to open houses, he says it's empty, he says he's not popular, so the house he lives in is not big," Jin Nan said hurriedly, and Xing Zhuo explained everything.

So Jin Nan knew that he would not be welcomed after saying this, so he got up and waved to everyone in the room, "Come on, I've had enough fun today, I'm going to do cupping, see you later."

Talk and walk quickly.

This time, only He Jimin and Xing Zhuo were left in the room.

He Jimin himself didn't pay much attention, and even discussed with Xing Zhuo, "Your sofa is fine, please lift your butt, I'll sleep here."

Xing Zhuo stood up, said something casually and walked upstairs.

In the middle of the night, while He Jimin was lying down, suddenly his hand was empty, and he wanted to get up to see if there was any pillow he could grab or hug, but he searched around on the sofa and found nothing.

Like Xing Zhuo's people, the sofa is very unique.

In the end, He Jimin's eyelids had already started to fight, and he had no choice but to bend his knees into his arms and barely fell asleep.

Only this time in the dark, he couldn't see the child.

In the empty blackness, there was only He Jimin himself. He Jimin wanted to call out twice, but only after he called out did he realize that it was his own name.

People's panic is often just a moment.

He Jimin's heart suddenly jumped wildly, and he frantically searched in nothingness.

"Don't—I—I'll study hard—"

"I'm going to be a good boy, so—"

"so--"

"Don't go!" He Jimin opened his eyes suddenly, the rhythm of swallowing and exchanging panting was completely out of order, he just wanted to hold on to the thing he was grasping, he felt warm in the dark, the thing in his arms was hot It was like a person's extreme desire for warmth when he was dying, so He Jimin rubbed his forehead upward.

"Don't go, don't go, stay with me."

"Just a moment, a moment."

He Jimin himself didn't know what he was talking about, he didn't even know what he was holding in his hand.

But no matter what it was, He Jimin didn't want to let go.

Not at all.

He Jimin didn't wake up until he realized that there were two breathing rates in the dark.

This is not a dream.

"Master Xing?"

"Ah."

"Just kidding, I'm having a nightmare."

"Ah."

"Did my snot rub against you?"

"Ah."

"Then I let go."

He Jimin waited in the dark for a while, and found that the other party had neither moved nor spoken, so he planned to get off the other party himself first.

But before He Jimin could withdraw, an extra hand appeared on the back of his head, and then He Jimin felt a hard bone resting on his chin, and then heard Xing Zhuo say something in the dark,

"Shoulder."

While He Jimin understood these words, he felt at ease.

No one said anything about turning on the lights. After all, such a posture is not suitable for the two of them in their current identities.

Some things are not suitable to be done under the light. Adults are more sensitive to such things, if something must happen in the middle.

Then the source of this matter is placed on adults, called——

Take what you need.

Although Xing Zhuo's hands were cold, the temperature on his body was always high. He Jimin turned his face to the side and wanted to say something, but the warmth passed over his mouth suddenly.

Like a neck, but also like a mouth.

"There's something I've always wanted to ask." He Jimin noticed that Xing Zhuo, who had shown kindness just now, wanted to sneak away. I touched the tears that didn't dry up, and just rode on Xing Zhuo's body, wrapped his hands around his neck and asked, "Is your body particularly sensitive?"

"He Jimin," Xing Zhuo was not very cooperative.

But when He Jimin was a doctor before, he encountered many patients who did not cooperate with the treatment, so he could basically hold the patients down with skill.

It's just that he forgot that Xing Zhuo is not a patient, and he was a soldier for several years when he was in school in the original book.

So being overturned is as simple as Xing Zhuo turning over.

"Fuck me?" When Xing Zhuo spoke, his voice was obviously dumb.

He Jimin heard that Xing Zhuo's breath on top of his body had increased, and now there were two panting people entangled together, He Jimin was a little excited for no reason, and his skin on the kneecap was thin , when it was pushed up, it was full of bones, so the feeling of Xing Zhuo's body was clearer.

"Master Xing, your body is much more honest than yours." He Jimin jerked his body and jumped down a little bit, "If you react so much to touch, then if you mess with people in the future, you will feel better." Gotta double it."

"Pay attention to the occasion when you post and flirt," Xing Zhuo held his breath, and pinched He Jimin's neck.

A little thinner than he expected.

His Adam's apple is moving.

The legs are moving.

He is also moving.

It was the first time that Xing Zhuo felt that people could get so hot. His pajamas were pulled loose by He Jimin underneath, and when his skin was touching his skin, he realized that there was nothing on He Jimin's upper body.

Hold.

Xing Zhuo stretched out his hand to push He Jimin away, and only now did he realize that he had used something out of his good intentions.

"I'll say it again, let go," He Jimin raised his head, facing Xing Zhuo and originally planned to play, but during the rubbing, he found that he was inexplicably in tune with Xing Zhuo's body, so the original plan to wipe the gun is now a little bit He lost his temper, and when he opened his mouth to speak, he realized that the movement in his mouth was so dumb that he couldn't hear it, "Then you have to promise me something."

He Jimin is now making conditions like a bandit.

But before Xing Zhuo could answer, He Jimin's cell phone on the table rang suddenly. He Jimin was still a little sober, and he was afraid that his father was calling, so he was able to stretch out his arms "in his busy schedule". , but still did not forget to "shh" to Xing Zhuo.

Xing Zhuo now has the last rationality left to restrain himself, "Go."

The voice on the other end was concerned, "You didn't go home?"

"Fang Yuan," just as He Jimin said a word, his body was suddenly lifted upright, and his whole body was riding on Xing Zhuo's body.

Then there was Xing Zhuo's revenge on his empty ear, "Boyfriend? Then you pay attention."

Before He Jimin could react, he put a hand on his face.

The voice on the other end of the phone continued, "Is it still at Wu Haonan's place?"

He Jimin was talking about dealing with Xing Zhuo, but he was still thinking about how to deal with it. Before Hou Fangyuan's batch of goods arrived, he was still a bit useless.

But his thoughts ended here, and Xing Zhuo took over all the rest.

He Jimin's head was pressed down, and he felt soft.

Then, the mouth was bitten.

He Jimin was so busy talking, He Jimin couldn't find time to answer the phone, so he could only try his best to put the phone away first.

"Hey, are you listening? Jimin, what's wrong?"

He Jimin was a little anxious, and Xing Zhuo kept pushing him against the edge of the sofa. He Jimin took the time to reply when his mouth started to drop, "I'm outside, staying in a hotel in a traffic jam, fuck, you -"

Xing Zhuoren looked dull, but he had a lot of ability to play tricks on people. He Jimin was already suspecting that the other party was a fool pretending to be innocent.

"Jimin?" Hou Fangyuan still wanted to say.

"Is there anything else?" He Jimin held Xing Zhuo's head and bit his ear while talking. Xing Zhuo on the opposite side suddenly stopped, and He Jimin took advantage of this gap to continue talking into the phone, "Fang Yuan, I'm all for us in the future, wait for me tomorrow, I'm still busy with work at home, and I'm sleepy—"

"Hiss—" He Jimin had his tongue bitten before he finished speaking.

After listening to the love words, Hou Fangyuan stabilized his mood, and said, "Then you should rest early, and we will talk about things tomorrow."

"Ha—good night" He Jimin couldn't control his voice when he finished the last word, so he poked his thumbs randomly on the screen, and when Xing Zhuo pressed him back to the sofa, he didn't even know the phone number. Whether or not the phone was hung up, the phone fell on the carpet.

"Stealing on someone's back?" Xing Zhuo spoke in a low voice, and smiled on the ground, "But he hasn't hung up yet."

He Jimin couldn't see it now, and he couldn't tell if what Xing Zhuo said was true or not, but just to be on the safe side, He Jimin rubbed his neck against Xing Zhuo's palm, and asked in the same small voice, "So what are your conditions?"

Now, the situation is reversed.

Although He Jimin knew that Xing Zhuo's mood was still stable, the hand that had been around his neck was already slippery and sweaty now, and the stickiness in his neck made He Jimin judge that this level of intimate contact had long ago made Xing Zhuo feel uncomfortable. My sanity doesn't know how much is left.

Just the more and more rapid breathing near his ear had already penetrated half of He Jimin's ear.

Later, in the long-lost darkness, he heard the so-called conditions in Xing Zhuo's mouth, and said two words,

"Fuck you—"