Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

In the days without work, people will always degenerate very quickly.

When Hua Zhirong woke up again, Wen Jingshu was holding his chin to change channels with the remote control.

Today's TVs have voice control devices, and you can find a satisfactory TV program with just a shout. Hua Zhirong was a little dazed when he saw the remote control.

"Huh?" Wen Jingshu looked down at him, then glanced at the blanket that had slipped a little, pulled it up, and covered him up.

"Hmm..." Hua Zhirong blinked her eyes.

"It's two o'clock." Wen Jingshu adjusted the channel casually, and pinched his stomach with his empty hands.

Hua Zhirong immediately grabbed his hand, somewhat disbelieving: "It's so late?"

How long did they have to sleep, and if they slept again, would they be able to go straight to the next day?He hadn't been able to sleep like this before.

"Are you hungry?" Wen Jingshu pressed his temple, he seemed to be too lethargic recently.

"A little bit." Hua Zhirong said reluctantly, it was rare for two people to lie together so sweetly, he didn't really think about it.

"Get up for dinner first, and Qipa will go to the research institute in a while. I have a document and I'll take it back and look at it. I left in a hurry that day and couldn't get it." Wen Jingshu patted him.

"Cold." Hua Zhirong said and leaned into his arms.

Wen Jingshu looked at the big sun outside, then at the cold thing in his arms, reached out his hand, turned off the air conditioner, stretched out his hand and pinched his face: "It will be hot in a while."

Hua Zhirong glanced at him, then narrowed his eyes slightly: Do you want to fight?

Wen Jingshu returned a faint smile: You can't beat me.

Hua Zhirong stopped looking at him, got up slowly, and made way for Wen Jingshu. After he got up, he rolled back on the sofa, reached out to turn on the air conditioner, and lifted his arms towards Wen Jingshu. Lift your chin: let's cook.

Wen Jingshu twitched the corners of his eyes, letting him go.

The research institute was still locked down. When Hua Zhirong got there, he realized that the matter was definitely not as simple as what Wen Jingshu said lightly. The guards knew their identities, and heard that they were coming to get the documents. Put it in without saying a word.

"Is Qiu Xiangdi okay?" Hua Zhirong didn't have much affection for Qiu Xiangdi, but he didn't exaggerate to the point of killing him. Seeing this posture, he was a little nervous.

"I don't know yet, I'm not out of danger." Wen Jingshu took the things and shook his head. The hospital's critical illness notice has not been withdrawn, and the two families are now arguing fiercely. Just now when he was watching the news, Qiu Xiangdi's parents also It's already started to make a fuss, that's right, the son has been raised so big and has a bright future, and this kind of thing happened in the end.

Now all parties are in a state of desperation, and they don't know how to solve it.

"So serious?" Hua Zhirong was taken aback, he ran fast, and only remembered the scene of Qiu Xiangdi clutching his stomach. In his heart, he estimated that Qiu Xiangdi would have to recover from the injury for a long time, but he would definitely not be with him. "Death" has something to do with it, if it's true, it's too scary.

"Well," Wen Jingshu nodded absent-mindedly, and suddenly patted Hua Zhirong, "But this matter has nothing to do with you, so don't take it too seriously."

"I know." Hua Zhirong said so, but he still felt awkward.

If he ran a little faster then, wouldn't the current situation be the same?

"Let's go." Wen Jingshu pulled him back to save him from thinking wildly.

"Yeah." Hua Zhirong was still a little distracted, and when he reached the door, he remembered the hands tightly held by the two.

The guards at the scene looked at the two people's hands and smiled knowingly at them.

Hua Zhirong forgot Qiu Xiangdi in an instant, and immediately held Wen Jingshu tightly back, raised her head and chest, trying to attract everyone's attention.

Wen Jingshu, who was still worried about Hua Zhirong's dead end: I am indeed too young.

"Should we go to the hospital to see him?" Hua Zhirong was excited for a while, then withered again.

"Then go." Wen Jingshu put his things away and drove to the hospital.

At this time, the entrance of the hospital was full of reporters who came to obtain first-hand information, and the two of them sneaked through the back door before entering.

The two families were still arguing outside. When they saw Hua Zhirong and Wen Jingshu, they didn't react at first, and they didn't know who remembered the identities of these two people first. A member of the Qiu family rushed over and pushed Hua Zhirong. With one hand, he screamed: "Is it, is it, it's you, didn't you stop him? You ran away by yourself? Now he's lying in there, and you're still running over to scare us!"

Hua Zhirong was stunned by the push, Wen Jingshu protected him behind him, frowning: "Sapo, go home, don't embarrass yourself here."

"Spoil? Are you messing with me? My son is going to die!" The woman's eyes were bloodshot and she shouted hoarsely, attracting the attention of the medical staff next to her. Hua Zhirong hid behind Wen Jingshu and swallowed Drooling, he opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know what he could say, so he fell silent again.

"That's not the reason for you to be rude. If you are really worried about him, you should care more about him in normal times, instead of making troubles for others when he is not out of danger." Wen Jingshu's power is not small Well, blocking an angry woman is not a big problem.

The situation at Qiu Xiangdi’s family is almost known to all colleagues. His parents are eccentric. He is just a large cash machine. Once he was too busy at work and the money was late. His mother even ran to the front of the research institute to make trouble, but was sent back by Qiu Xiangdi with twice the money.

"Pay for my son's life! None of you can escape!" Qiu Xiangdi's mother stretched out her hand and wanted to hit Hua Zhirong, but was thrown back by Wen Jingshu. In the distance, Qiu Xiangdi's father showed deep resentment in his eyes, and he didn't know who it was directed at. Wen Jingshu felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Let's go first." Wen Jingshu turned his head and said to Hua Zhirong.

Hua Zhirong seemed to be terrified, he was pulled away by Wen Jingshu without saying a word, when the two of them went out, before he had time to speak, Wen Jingshu hugged him first: "Go home first."

"Tell me, will Qiu Xiangdi die?" Hua Zhirong suddenly let out a sound when he was in the car, his voice was still a little trembling.

Wen Jingshu wanted to say no, but the word "no" twitched on the tip of his tongue, unable to utter it.

He thought he was going to die, and he didn't know why, even though he was still lying in the hospital, most people also thought he would come back to life, even his parents thought more, they wanted to extort a sum of money, how could it be true? 's dead.

"I think he's going to die," Hua Zhirong calmed down, "and I know that his injuries, his life or death, have nothing to do with me, but..."

"Any normal person will feel uncomfortable when someone around him dies, whether it is related to him or not. You don't need to put such a lot of pressure on yourself. It is normal for you to be unhappy and uncomfortable. If you It's abnormal to think that his death has nothing to do with you, so you don't care." Wen Jingshu interrupted him, resisting the urge to pat his lover's head, and said.

Hua Zhirong blinked, and the depression in his heart dissipated immediately. He said "um", turned his head, and held his face in his heart. His Shushu is really amazing, and he speaks so philosophically. It's his little angel!