Shit shovel officer he always collapses [Quick Transmigration]

After giving instructions to the housekeeper, Fu Shiyu turned around and walked towards the second floor.

Jiang Zuo, who was reminded of the bad memories of the previous two worlds, took a step back, looked at the butler who was approaching step by step, and let out a terrified pig cry.

What kind of show is it to wash it and send it to the room? ? ?He is just a pig! ! !

The housekeeper who stayed where he was was ignored the struggling little pig on the table, held down his restless little body, and picked him up.He turned his steps towards the stairs and turned into the kitchen.

An old lady in the kitchen was meeting with each other when she heard the shrill cry of a pig outside the door. She turned her head and saw Uncle Xu stepping into the kitchen carrying a pig. Flour's hands were rinsed under the tap, and then dried on the apron, "Old Xu, the amount of pork we need for tomorrow is enough...no more..."

"...that's Mrs. Lin," Uncle Xu interrupted her, "Mr. Fu ordered this little piggy to be washed and sent to his room..."

Seeming to be a little embarrassed, Xu Shuqing coughed and continued: "But this piggy is really too small, I'm afraid I can't control my strength... I'll make it bald..."

"... Sister Lin, you should be more experienced in this area, or should you do the washing?"

In the house, he has always been in charge of taking care of Mr. Fu's daily life, and Mrs. Lin is usually in charge of eating and drinking. She goes in and out of the kitchen all year round, so it shouldn't be a problem for her to wash a pig.

When she heard that it was such a trivial matter, Aunt Lin readily agreed. She took off her apron and said with a smile, "Isn't the amount of pork I've washed in the kitchen fairly rare? Don't worry, I'll definitely wash this pig for nothing." Slippery..."

Listening to the terrifying conversation between the two, Jiang Zuo shed tears of confusion: What is pork that has been washed in the kitchen... Are you some perverted pig killer? ?

Aunt Lin took the miniature pink piglet from Uncle Xu, took it up to the second floor, and put some warm water in the bathtub in the guest room.

Worried that this palm-sized and seemingly fragile pig would choke on the water in the bathtub and die, Aunt Lin saw that the water covered the bottom of the bathtub, and immediately turned off the shower. She put Jiang Zuo in the bathtub. He got into the tub so that the water was just up to his neck.

After soaking the pink piggy's body with water, Mrs. Lin then filled a light gray bath ball with bath liquid, rubbed it to create bubbles, and gently rubbed it on Jiang Zuo's body.

The little pink pig under him was soft and small, Mrs. Lin didn't dare to use force with her hands, Jiang Zuo rubbed the soft and fragrant bath bubbles all over his body, he moaned comfortably, closed his eyes, and shook his body.

With the movement of the body shaking, several small bubbles flew out.The transparent bubbles dangled in the air for a while, and then lightly touched Jiang Zuo's pink and tender nostrils.

Sensing his nose itching, Jiang Zuo sneezed, and the bubbles shattered.

Mrs. Lin rubbed the back of the little pig under her hand with a bath ball, and said with a smile, "Where did Mr. Fu pick this up? He's so cute."

The proud Jiang Zuo raised his nose: proud jpg

"...It's a pity that Mr. Fu has never had a pet before... I hope I don't kill you..." Mrs. Lin said to herself with a sincere face, "If Mr. Fu gets tired of playing, you can raise it for my granddaughter ...She has been clamoring for a long time to keep a small pet...The dog is too noisy, and the cat doesn't like people..."

She muttered, but Jiang Zuo panicked: ... Tired of playing, playing? ... Get... kill? ? ?How come... I don't like to hear what you said...

362 Reminder: The host's current collection progress of shit shoveling value is zero, and the difficulty of the target's strategy is eight stars. I hope the host will cherish life and don't die casually.

Jiang Zuo: Lost desire for life jpg

Mrs. Lin washed the pig that suddenly became depressed for some reason, wrapped it in a bath towel and wiped it clean. The fragrant and soft Jiang Zuo was packed and sent to Mr. Fu's room.

The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and as soon as the door was opened, the cool air blowing in from the room wrapped itself into a ball and stuck to the skin. The room was spacious, elegantly furnished, and the light inside was soft. There was a retro Chinese lamp on the bedside table , a few light ink-colored bamboo leaves are painted on the lampshade, and a jade pendant tassel strung with orchids hangs down from the lampshade, showing a sense of Zen.

There are a few books next to the desk lamp, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses are randomly placed on the books, and the sound of splashing water can be heard from the closed bathroom.

Uncle Xu has ordered someone to prepare a delicate bamboo basket and put it in Mr. Fu's room.The delicately woven bamboo basket is filled with soft and comfortable goose down cushions, and there is a small mini quilt on top.

The bamboo basket was placed in a corner of the room, and the big bag of snacks I just bought was also thoughtfully placed beside the basket.

Aunt Lin took away the bath towel that wrapped Jiang Zuo, put him on it lightly, and didn't care whether Jiang Zuo could understand or not, she murmured, "You can stay here and don't run around... Fu Sir is not what he seems to be..."

Mrs. Lin muttered a few words, then closed the door and left. The frosted glass of the bathroom door next to her was covered with mist, and she couldn't see the figure inside, only the sound of water coming from her could be heard.

The air conditioner in the quiet room is running, the temperature is slightly low, and it is very cool. Jiang Zuo lies in his comfortable velvet piggy nest, looking at the super soft kingsize bed next to him, Jiang Zuo: emmmmmmm, I think...

362 interrupted in time: No, you don't want anything.

It's a pity that the legs have their own thoughts, Jiang Zuo couldn't control the four hooves, climbed up from his piggy nest, took out a bag of potato chips from the bag, and threw the potato chips onto the bed with great effort. It took a lot of effort to climb up the pillars of the bed legs.

Stuck on the cool and smooth velvet quilt, Jiang Zuo lay on the bed with his ass pouted, and sighed comfortably: This world is really the source of my happiness.

In the same way, he bit open the potato chips packaging bag with his teeth, Jiang Zuo controlled his strength this time, the potato chips inside did not spill out, holding the potato chips, Jiang Zuo pressed the power button on the remote control with his hoof, and twisted his body While watching TV, he happily munched on potato chips.

The sound of the bathroom water in the room stopped, and after a while, the bathroom door opened, and Fu Shiyu came out wrapped in a bathrobe after taking a bath.

The man picked out his golden eyes, his bangs combed back were scattered, covering his eyebrows that were broken in two, the black hair hanging in front of his eyes was dripping with water, and a towel was draped over his head.

Without the cover of the golden eyes, his dark eyes were like the eyes of an eagle, and his cheeks were stained with water stains after the bath, and a few drops of water dripped down his chin into the slightly open neckline of the bathrobe.

;???The well-fed and well-washed Jiang Zuo lay on the soft super big bed, his eyes were all attracted by the wonderful plots on TV, and he couldn't distract himself from the target who just got out of the bath. With the potato chips, he patted his two front hooves vigorously, and said perfunctorily: "It looks good, I'll take a picture of you with a small hand holding it personally."

There was a cumin pork smell of potato chips in the room, and Fu Shiyu gradually smiled, and he took a few steps forward. He was tall and imposing, and his eyes were fixed on Jiang Zuo.

Aware of the sight that made his scalp tingle, Jiang Zuo froze, then licked his nose that smelled like pork, picked up the bag of potato chips and threw it on the ground, got into the bed with a cute face: Please help me shut it down Turn off the light, I'm going to sleep.

Fu Shiyu wiped off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bedside table, and put them on slowly. The corner of his mouth curled up, and he spoke with a smile, "Who allowed you to go to bed?"

Feeling that the target's words were a bit cold, Jiang Zuo wrapped the quilt tightly: Eh?Don't be so stingy, look at your bed is so big, wasting space is also a waste...

Fu Shiyu leaned over, propped up on the quilt with one hand, his five fingers sank deeply in, and with the other hand pinched the little pink hoof of the little pig that was resting on the side of his head.

In the half-bright light, his voice sounded low——

"...is that you?"

I don't know what the target is talking about, but Jiang Zuo decided to hide it: Yes, I am your long-lost father!

362:? ? ?Skin? ?

Without getting any response from Zhuzhu under him, Fu Shiyu fished Jiang Zuo out from the quilt, held down his throbbing limbs, and stared at Jiang Zuo's chest.

Jiang Zuo's hoof was pressed down, and he couldn't stop his eyes from falling on his chest and belly, and the light pink on his body turned into a deep crimson: dog man, where are you looking? !shameless! !

Fu Shiyu had a slight smile on his face, still looking gentle and refined, but he stretched out his hand towards Jiang Zuo's belly.

Seeing that Jiang Zuo, who was not in the right atmosphere, exploded with energy, he kicked his short legs and broke free. He fell off the bed in a f*cking mess, and hurriedly staggered to the door. Jiang Zuo, who couldn't reach the doorknob, faced the tightly closed There was a miserable pig cry from the door.

Jiang Zuo, who had nowhere to go, was in a panic like a headless fly. After scurrying around the room for a few times, he finally jumped into his piggy nest, wrapped himself tightly in a small quilt, and hid Trembling in the corner.

Jiang Zuo: ...Why, how fat four? ...Even pigs are not spared...the goal of this world...is this...such a heavy taste...?

362 Confusion: Who did the target think of you just now?

Jiang Zuo's Confusion 1: In this world, Lao Tzu is just a cute pink Juju... Can there be a human being who looks like me? !Isn't that Bajie? ? ?

362 fell into deep thought: ...that...the data of the last world was strung together, which led to the inscription on the chest of the male protagonist in the second world, which was engraved by the host on the chest of the holy monk. Could it be that the data of this world has been strung together again... ...emmmmmm...

Jiang Zuo was startled:! ! !

Is it so strong? ! ! !

362 dispelled his confusion, and gave himself a reassurance: No... If I had previous memories, the value of shoveling shit would have been 999 long ago... But I haven't collected shoveling shit yet... …

[Congratulations to the host, the target shovel value is 1! 】

362's words were interrupted by the prompt sound in his ear.

362: ...just added a little problem, don't panic.

Jiang Zuo: ...

Fu Shiyu didn't look at the piggy cowering in the nest in fear, but sat on the head of the bed. He moved leisurely and flipped through a book on the bedside table.

The man lowered his head slightly, and the light fell softly on his side face, which made his complexion more gentle, and his gestures and gestures were all gentle and gentle, not at all like the person who committed the perverted behavior just now.

Jiang Zuo stared at him vigilantly, a little afraid that he would suddenly rush over and do something wrong to an innocent pig.

After a long time, Jiang Zuo heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the target had already read the book without distraction: the data should not be linked...then I'll go to bed first.

362: ...Don't need to take advantage of the victory to add a wave of shit shoveling value?

Jiang Zuo yawned: "What's the hurry, make a cute Juju every day, when the time comes, the shit shoveling value will naturally be full."

Fu Shiyu's living habits are very good, he got up at seven o'clock the next morning, he got up and opened the beige curtains, and the light sunlight outside the window was projected into the room.

Jiang Zuo, who was curled up in the little pig's nest, subconsciously groaned, and continued to sleep soundly with his head covered under the quilt.

After washing and changing his clothes, Fu Shiyu pulled Jiang Zuo out of the warm pig's nest.

Jiang Zuo, who was sleeping comfortably, was on all fours, with more than half of the quilt on his body under his body, and the remaining half covering his face. His uncovered, round, pink belly was exposed to the air. Breathing up and down gently, it seems that a light press can make a "chirp" sound.

Fu Shiyu squatted beside the basket, just about to pick up Jiang Zuo's finger and poke it on the warm and warm belly.

The belly was smooth, without any scars left. He pinched Jiang Zuo's four hooves and slid his fingers upwards slightly. There were no scars on the four little hooves that were covered in light powder. He was slightly stunned. After a while, he pursed his lips again to confirm again.

His belly was a little cold, Jiang Zuo twisted his waist and turned over.

The smile on Fu Shiyu's face disappeared, and he looked at the sleeping pig with his head covered for a while, the lens on the bridge of his nose reflected an unknown light.

After a while, he picked up Jiang Zuo and put him on the ground, "Get up."

The bleary-eyed Jiang Zuo walked crookedly like he was drunk, and followed Fu Shiyu downstairs for breakfast.

Jiang Zuo, who hadn't woken up, closed his eyes and didn't look at the road. He just stuck to Fu Shiyu's feet and followed him. He couldn't help stepping on the stairs, and fell straight down before he could call for help, knocking on the steps and screaming. There was a sound of "boom, boom, boom, boom".

With the last heavy muffled sound, Jiang Zuo fell to the bottom. He sucked his nose pitifully, let out a "beep", slowly retracted his limbs, and lay down on the ground, refusing to move.

After a while, a pair of feet stopped by his side, Jiang Zuo pouted his nose and raised his head in aggrieved manner, and pulled the man's trousers with his hoof: ...to coax me.