This is life [Quick Transmigration]

Zhao Yu was finally kept at home by his father.

原因无他，就是他那长的可以写出一本长篇巨著的风流情史，被人事无巨细的捅到了他老子那里。

Of course, those long and uniform love stories alone were not enough to make the old man so angry. Because Zhao Yu capsized in the gutter, there were many people who loved him, but there were also many people who hated him because of love.

Once, a little celebrity Bailian who had sex with him for three months and had a relationship with him accidentally saw the day Su Le had an accident on Weibo, and saw the news from Li Minghao being restrained to him and Zhao Yu on Weibo. In the confrontational video, I can't help but feel the same, sadness comes from it, a heartfelt mispayment, in the spirit of sacrificing myself, I also want to expose the scum, and save more ignorant boys who have been deceived by Zhao Yu.

So, he found out that when the two of them were having sex, he secretly recorded pornographic videos and various pornographic photos, blurring the inside of himself and using some technical tricks to ensure that he would not be picked up by others. Under the premise, a brainstorm was posted on the Internet.

Then, Zhao Yu became angry!

Although it has been popular before, it has never been as popular as this time.

He was so angry that his father wanted to turn a blind eye and close his eyes, but he couldn't do it. He almost passed out in anger, and he didn't bother to call this bear son. He directly sent a team of bodyguard brothers with big waists and no face at all. Zhao Yuliu, who didn't know it yet, forced Zhao Yu, who had been clubbing in isolation, back home.

On the way home, Zhao Yu was sandwiched in the back seat, and a burly bodyguard sat on the left and right, sandwiching him like a chicken.

If it weren't for the familiar faces in front of him, he would have almost called the police.

When I got home, as soon as I entered the door, a small vase flew in front of me.

Accompanied by the little vase, the old man shouted angrily: "Nizi!"

Zhao Yu hurriedly dodged aside, the vase fell to the wall and shattered.

He widened his eyes in disbelief, and looked at Mr. Zhao who was staring at him not far away, panting heavily: "Old man, you—"

However, before he finished speaking, his father waved his hand, and the two bodyguards standing beside him carried him away.

He drove all the way to his bedroom when he was a teenager, let him in gently, and then when Zhao Yu was still in a daze, he slammed the door and locked it.

Seeing that Mr. Zhao was finally caught, son Xiong didn't have the opportunity to run around and sleep with men playing tricks on him, so he finally let out a breath of anger that was stuffed in his chest.

God knows how much he has been ridiculed by those old guys overtly and secretly because of this bad thing about the bear son who was born to be an old debt collector.

At any rate, he locked up his son, and Mr. Zhao called his subordinates again, knowing that almost all the news in the evening had been deleted, and those newspapers and magazines didn't post random news, so it was in his heart. Take it easy.

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Zhao was about to go upstairs to educate his son on crutches, but as soon as he took a step, he saw the small Yuan blue and white vase that he loved and died tragically.

Mr. Zhao: "..."

"Old Li? Old Li!" Mr. Zhao covered his heart with a distressed face, and called the housekeeper, "Go, go, let someone confiscate that wicked mobile phone, cut off his internet! Cut off his flesh!" Mr. Zhao Taking a deep breath, he continued, "Find him a bible scripture and let him copy it! Copy it a hundred times! If you don't finish copying it, you won't give it to you! Be sure, let him reflect on himself! "

Lao Li shook his head at Mr. Zhao and smiled helplessly, agreed, and then called two servants to clean up Yuan Qinghua's remains.

Then, from then on, Zhao Yu was locked up at home and lived a life of self-cultivation and self-cultivation like a monk who copied scriptures and self-reflected.

However, Zhao Yu has a romantic nature, and he has never been able to taste the taste of the little intern he fancy, so how could he give up so easily.So, during the days when he was locked up at home copying scriptures, he did another big thing:

#About How To Succeed With A Little Intern Doctor's Plan#

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In the days when Zhao Yu was holding back his big moves, Wei Jing was also holding back his big moves.

Moreover, the big move he held back was somewhat similar to Zhao Yu's plan:

#On how to make my dear seniors deeply rooted in him and make love to him#

Wearing an apron, Wei Jing washed the dishes and made dinner, and couldn't help looking out.

Outside, Su Le was lying on the sofa as if boneless, dangling his legs, holding a tablet and reading a novel.

The novel was passed to him by an information terminal, without a title, just a txt file: the story takes place in a country named Dayan, it begins with an upcoming wedding, and slowly brings readers into the story.

Su Le wasn't interested in these love novels, but recently he was really bored, and didn't want to read the original owner's boring professional books, so he just read them.

He can't read novels very fast. It takes him more than ten minutes to turn a page in 22-point font.

Therefore, when Wei Jing prepared the meal and served it out, lit the candles, and poured the red wine, he couldn't see who the main character in the novel was going to get married.

As for the information terminal that he watched with him, it only took more than ten seconds to finish reading that page. Later, he wanted to turn the page and wanted to scratch his heart and lungs. He regretted why he didn't read it first before passing it to Su Lele.

Here, Wei Jing has already taken off her apron, and her neat suit makes her look extra energetic.

On the other hand, Su Le was still wearing pure cotton yellow Pikachu pajamas, which was crumpled by him, and even a strand of hair was curled up. When Wei Jing finished setting up the dining table, he was still on the sofa Lying still.

"Honey, come to eat." Wei Jing stood by the table and greeted Su Le with a smile.

Su Le held the tablet and turned to look at him, and then looked at the pile on the table. Except for the red wine, nothing could be seen. I didn't know what it was. She turned her head back silently, and said in a muffled voice, "No Hungry."

Seeing that Su Le couldn't be urged, Wei Jing was a little disappointed, but not discouraged.

He walked to the edge of the sofa, squatted down slowly, his burning eyes fell on Su Le's side face.

Wei Jing looked at Su Le with burning eyes like this, the two of them were very close, the warm breath from Wei Jing's mouth and nose hit him on the face, within a moment, Su Le's ears turned red from the excitement.

Su Le frowned and turned her head, "Don't leave me—"

Su Le's voice suddenly stopped. Looking at this face that was so close, he felt that something unexpected suddenly appeared in his brain and heart.

He slowly put down the tablet in his hand, turned sideways, stretched out his hand, his slender and slender fingers tightly grasped the tie of the person opposite him, and yanked it fiercely in front of him.

kissed it.