This Quick Transmigration Experience Is a Bit Sweet

Fu Dongqiang got a message after the third day of idleness on the street.

He used to be a clerical job, but the decadence of seven or eight years left him almost forgotten, and the alcohol emptied his body. Even if he was placed there, he still had less than half an hour of physical activity. Will be tired and breathless.

He deeply felt the word "waste" that the person uttered, and even more realized the fact that how Fu Xin raised himself and was dragged down by him for so many years.

And this news was obtained by coincidence.

Pasted on a wall he often passes by, **** No. 1 Senior High School recruits a school accountant. Fu Dongqiang thought vaguely and vaguely that his son, Fu Xin, belonged to this high school, right?

When he was young, he was an accountant.

Fu Dongqiang took a few deep breaths, controlled his nervous trembling hands, and gently tore off the clean sheet of paper.

The interview time was this afternoon. He hurriedly walked back, intending to clean up himself. The pace of walking brought hope.

When eating at noon, besides Fu Xin and Yang Fan, Zong Yuan was with four of them.

Yang Fan looked at Fu Xin several times, wondering, "I'm still not used to it from yesterday to the present."

Fu Xin, ""

Just ignore him, Yang Fan has gotten used to it these days. Not only him, but Fatty has figured it out. Fu Xin is only active when facing Zong Yuan. Although he doesn’t talk, he gets along well, at least they He is also listening carefully when he speaks. It is suitable for being a tree hole. When getting along, he forgot how he had such an impression of dealing with Xin.

I didn't see that he likes Zhang Zhiliang

He has never talked to Zhang Zhiliang, nor has he kept his eyes on Zhang Zhiliang, nor has he seen any shyness that he likes.

The more I get along, the more I feel that Zong Yuan’s words are right. Fu Xin just worships Zhang Zhiliang and learns well, but he is maliciously misinterpreted to like Zhang Zhiliang and feel wronged in vain.

Because of this, several of them are guilty of dealing with Xin, and take care of them as much as possible.

Zong Yuan and the others found a place to sit down. The seat next to Zong Yuan is usually reserved for Fu Xin. Yang Fan and the others tacitly gave up the position. However, Fu Xin, who was carrying the meal, did not sit down. A girl sat first with a smell of fragrance. Come down.

She has a beautiful face and light makeup. She is the same girl who was rejected when she entered the classroom to confess.

The first thing Yang Fan and a few people thought about was not going to the theater, but going to see Fu Xin.

Fu Xin didn't seem to have changed, his expression was calm, he changed direction and sat next to Dongzi.

The girl's tone was pampered, "Zong Yuan, I figured it out clearly, even if you rejected me last time, I won't give up."

What Zongyuan fears most is being entangled. This situation can be as ruthless as it can be. He loves to answer, "Who asked you to sit here?"

The girl is dissatisfied, "Why can't I sit"

She looked at Zong Yuan, the vigorous power of youth and the masculine charm that had just appeared in him perfectly blended together. For boys and girls of the average age, he possessed addictive magic.

Her voice was imperative, "Zongyuan, I am not bad, you"

A bowl of hot soup poured from head to toe.

The soup is only warm and not hot, but the slimy and salty soup sprinkled on the skin, it will make girls want to scream.

She froze for a moment, "Ah"

Fu Xin walked over quickly, squeezed her wrist firmly, and pulled her up firmly, "Classmate, sorry, my hand slipped."

Although he smiled apologetically, his eyes were cold, as if two glass eyes were ruthlessly indifferent. The girl choked in her throat when she cursed, and a chill came from behind, and she reflexively waved Fu Xin away. His hand, as if being chased by a vicious dog, ran out of the restaurant in a panic.

Fu Xin held the red hands that were being photographed, and lowered his head, his expression could not be seen clearly, but there was a pitiful smell.

Zong Yuan frowned, stood in front of Zong Yuan a few steps, with a serious face, "Is it all right"

It doesn't matter whether he is cold-hearted or heartless, he doesn't worry about the girl who was just exposed to the soup, but cares about Fu Xin whose hands were just patted.

He knew that the temperature of that soup was never hot enough.

Fu Xin put his hand in his pocket, "It's okay."

Zong Yuan held his wrist and Fu Xin obediently pulled him out.

The back of the hand was flushed red, and a few finger marks were still faintly visible, showing how hard the girl had just used.

Zong Yuan's brows furrowed, "It doesn't hurt yet"

Fu Xin's face was blushing for no reason. He said, "It really doesn't hurt."

Zong Yuan put his hand to his lips and opened his mouth to blow, almost kissing the swollen skin. Fu Xin looked at him, his obsession was revealed for an instant, and he quickly retracted it, reluctantly moving. Open staring at Zong Yuan.

Yang Fan and a few people came up to care, "Is it okay, how was the girl just now?"

Zong Yuan took out his wallet and drew out a few large bills at random, "Yang Fan, you can help me to see if the girl is okay, go to the hospital if anything happens, you can say anything, don’t get involved with me, I don’t want to Being entangled by her, the money is for you, not enough to tell me."

Yang Fan took the banknote and asked "Then you"

Fu Xin's dark eyes stared thoughtfully at the banknote in Yang Fan's hand.

Zong Yuan tugged at his collar, "I will take him to take a shower."

Of course, Fu Xin didn't have any problems. He was just beaten by a girl. Compared to the extent to which he was beaten before, he was not a fraction.

However, when Zong Yuan showered him with cold water, he involuntarily made a painful look.

Zong Yuan laughed at him, "fragile." But he wiped the water droplets off his hands extremely gently, Fu Xin's eyebrows jumped, half shy and half excited, "Will you blow me up?"

Zong Yuan snorted, directly raised his hand, bent his waist slightly, and accurately printed his thin lips on that piece of skin, "Kiss, is there more than ten times the effect of blowing?"

The red on the back of his hand had slowly faded, but Fu Xin felt that the skin suddenly became hot for no reason. His fingers curled up uncontrollably, leaving a burst of itching in Zong Yuan's hand.

Zong Yuan grabbed his finger, "Don't move."

Fu Xin's fingers were still trembling slightly. Zong Yuan thought he was in pain. Only Fu Xin knew that he was excited, so excited, and so excited.

If Zong Yuan is not here, I'm afraid that he has already held this hand, indulged in the wonderful intimate contact.

"Zong Yuan," Fu Xin concealed his greedy thoughts, but couldn't help but a pointed head popped up, "could you please kiss me again"

Zong Yuan raised his eyebrows, the gentleman's bent over again, Fu Xin's heart beat faster and faster, his expectant eyes did not blink, but Zong Yuan deliberately stopped when he was about a centimeter away from the back of his hand. Xin waited anxiously for a second, "What, what?"

Zong Yuan raised his head slightly, a smirk slowly appeared on his handsome face, "No kiss."

Fu Xin, ""

It was a false grievance just now, but now it is a real grievance.

When Fu Dongqiang came out of the principal’s office, he was still full of blank space. He ended up without asking anything about his profession. Simply asking a few words from his family and he got the job.

He pinched his thigh several times, it hurts, it hurts.

Not a dream

He could get an accounting job in a school so easily

Fu Dongqiang wanted to make a few circles to express happiness, but he didn't know how to swing his hands and feet.

The school was unfamiliar when I first came in, and now I still have a sense of intimacy when I go out

He walked a few steps, just in time to see two girls talking around the corner, and the scattered words were picked up by the wind, "It's Fu Xin", "Someday Saturday", "Xiuxiu said" "it is good."

Fu Dongqiang hiding behind the tree, his son, what Saturday

The conversation continued, "I heard it was" "Gosh, he likes Zhang"

His voice was vague, and Fu Dongqiang had a guess in his heart. It seemed that it was a matter of love and affection between children, hahaha, his son is a good mix, very popular.

When Zong Yuan and the others returned to the classroom from the dining room, they saw Fu Dongqiang in a trance under the tree.

Fu Xin stopped, his expression cold, he immediately turned around and pulled Zong Yuan's clothes, "Don't go here."

Fu Dongqiang saw him in time, happily, "Fu Xin"

Zong Yuan closed his mouth and pretended to be cold.

Fu Xin pursed his lips, like a hedgehog covered in prickles, "What are you doing in school?"

Fu Dongqiang laughed, "I found a job, right in your school, I will work hard in the future, son, dad will definitely compensate you"

He was very enthusiastic, "Have you eaten?" He looked at Zong Yuan, who was expressionless, and reached out to pat Zong Yuan's shoulder, "have you eaten so much, thank you for taking care of our house"

"enough."

Suddenly, Fu Xin interrupted Fu Dongqiang like a anger. He pulled Zong Yuan behind him and stared at Fu Dongqiang's hand with a fierce attitude, "Don't touch him."

Fu Dongqiang has never faced him with such violent and vigilant eyes.

He was slightly stunned, "You"

Fu Xin took a few deep breaths and recovered his calm. He kept his eyes away, "Whatever job you are looking for, don't disturb me."

He still tightly guarded Zong Yuan behind him, obviously he had a head shorter than Zong Yuan, and he was still holding on to the food.

Zong Yuan stretched out his hand from behind him and took his shoulders, "Let's go, go back to work."

Fu Dongqiang was still immersed in guilt and embarrassment, and suddenly he was confused again.

Why is this voice so familiar?

He chased the tall classmate beside Fu Xin to see, Zong Yuan noticed his gaze, tilted his head slightly, and gave him a meaningful smile.

Fu Dongqiang suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and shivered. This person, no, something is wrong.