Shit shovel officer he always collapses [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Zuo, who was in pain from the fall, lay on the ground and waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the target to coax him.

His intentions were already so obvious, but the man standing beside him didn't intend to bend down for a long time. Jiang Zuo, who was really hurt this time, looked sad: ...Why don't you coax me, don't you? Are there other pigs out there?

362:"……"

Li Guanxing was sitting in the dining room, flipping through the newspaper boredly. He had something to ask his uncle for help today. He arrived at Fu Shiyu's villa early in the morning, waiting for him to discuss the matter with him after breakfast. With constant "dong dong" sounds, he leaned back, shook the hind legs of the two chairs, stretched his neck and looked towards the stairs.

After a while, a puddle of powdery phantom quickly rolled down the stairs, and then fell straight to the ground with a "crack", like a puddle of pink paint that was accidentally knocked over.

After seeing clearly what was lying on the ground, Li Guanxing: "..."

Why did he think this pig was pig essence yesterday?

Fu Shiyu looked down at the pink piggy who recklessly threw himself into a puddle of meat early in the morning. Picking it up with one hand, he walked through the living room, bypassed the carved screen, and came to the dining room.

Before Fu Shiyu came to the front, Li Guanxing hastily put the newspaper back to its original position, and pressed the corner of the newspaper with almost imperceptible curvature with his fingers again. He stood up, smiling all over his face. Fu Shiyu greeted: "Morning uncle."

Different from his foolish look last night, Li Guanxing specially wore a suit today, looking very handsome. When he smiled like this, the murderousness between his brows disappeared, and he still had the air of a sunny boy.

Fu Shiyu nodded lightly, then sat down on the main seat of the dining table, and put the pig in his hand on the dining table.

Jiang Zuo, who was placed next to the main seat, sat sullenly with his head drooped, his thick stomach meat piled up in a ball, squeezed on his waist, exuding the mournful aura of a disgraced pig.

362: ... only a little excrement shoveling value has been collected, is the host too pampered?

On the main seat of the dining table is a newspaper that has been turned over just now but still looks brand new. Next to it is an exquisite and small bone china cup. The hot brown red light tea is for Mr. Fu to clear his mouth every morning.

After taking a sip of the tea, Fu Shiyu put the porcelain cup back into the cup holder, and the crisp and clear sound of porcelain clashing resounded in the quiet dining room.

Seeing that Mr. Fu was seated, several servants in the house quietly served breakfast.

Worrying that the breakfast would be cold, the breakfast was served only after Mr. Fu was seated. The breakfast was also an ordinary Chinese breakfast. There are spring rolls filled with thin cakes and fillings, a cage of steaming crystal shrimp dumplings and radish cakes, and a small plate of lotus-flavored glutinous rice chicken.

Sitting opposite Jiangzuo, Li Guanxing looked through the steaming steam from the food on the table, and saw an eye-catching red mark on the light pink belly of the decadent pig on the other side of the table. , muffled a few laughs.

Jiang Zuo has no expression on his face: It's you again, smiling all day long, you kind of come to battle with me now.

Aunt Lin added a pair of bowls and chopsticks to Li Guanxing. With a smile on his face, Li Guanxing approached Aunt Lin and asked, "...Aunt Lin, where is my favorite soup dumpling?"

"It's been prepared for Young Master Li a long time ago," Mrs. Lin replied with a smile. Every time Li Guanxing came, he asked for soup dumplings by name. She specially wrapped the soup dumplings last night and steamed them early in the morning, and now she also brought them up together, and placed them in front of him.

The table was full of food, but Jiang Zuo didn't have any tableware in front of him. Jiang Zuo was sitting alone: ​​... Is this how you abuse cute pigs?

Fu Shiyu didn't move his chopsticks, he put away the newspaper on the table, and told Aunt Lin to bring two small plates.

Aunt Lin also noticed the palm-sized pink pig sitting next to Mr. Fu.

Unexpectedly, after one night, this little pig was still alive. This morning, Mr. let him eat breakfast at the same table. Mrs. Lin was stunned for a moment, and quickly agreed. She went into the kitchen, and when she came out again, she was at Jiangzuo In front of him was a plate of warm whole milk that had just been brewed, and an empty small plate.

Li Guanxing also stopped laughing at this time and remained silent.

...Could it be that my uncle has been single for a long time, and even looking at a pig feels pretty?

Thinking of the final fate of that rambunctious person in the private room last night, Li Guanxing glanced at Fu Shiyu secretly, lowered his head and blew on the soup dumpling in the bowl, and ate properly, not daring to talk too much.

The fresh meat wrapped in the soup melts in the mouth, and the soup is clear and sweet.Remembering that he was trampled by this nasty pig yesterday, Li Guanxing picked up two soup dumplings as a joke, stretched his arms and put the soup dumplings into the small plate in front of Jiangzuo, "Come on, have a taste of Mrs. Lin craftsmanship."

Before 362 could stop it, Jiang Zuo couldn't wait to stuff more than half of the soup dumpling into his mouth, opened his mouth wide and took a bite.

The soup in the soup bag was still hot, and Jiang Zuo's tongue numb when it was hot. He opened his mouth, tilted his nose slightly, and breathed, and waited for the soup bag in his mouth to cool slightly, and his tongue felt numb. It also faded away, and the sweetness of the warm soup exploded between the teeth, and the mouth was full of fragrance. After chewing a few mouthfuls, the meat stuffed in the soup bag was tender and plump, soft and not greasy.

Jiang Zuo squinted his eyes and shook his head because of the deliciousness, his puffy cheeks filled with soup dumplings looked like a girl's blush, revealing a sweet and lovely puff.

Seeing that the pig not only chewed the soup dumpling wrapped in pork, but also swallowed it, showing a look of eating delicious food with bright eyes, Li Guanxing suddenly felt that this pig seemed to be quite handsome. of……

Shaking his head, Li Guanxing's expression changed, he looked at Jiang Zuo with disgust on his face, and complained to Fu Shiyu: "Uncle, your pigs still eat the same kind, it's really a wolf... It's better to stew it in a pot, sauce pig Which pork knuckle is not delicious? Pork hot pot with sesame sauce tastes good too..."

362 sighed: Oh, you don't know, last night the host bought a lot of pork jerky in front of the target, what is a mere soup dumpling?This paragraph is not enough...

Li Guanxing finished prodding and didn't hear his uncle's response for a long time, so he turned his head in confusion.

In the habit of Fu Shiyu in the past ten years, he must read the newspaper every day for breakfast. Even if he finished his breakfast, he would still sit in his seat, sipping tea and flipping through the newspaper in a gentle manner, and no one was allowed to disturb him.

This habit is unshakable, but what was unprecedented was that Mr. Fu didn't read the newspaper this morning. The newspaper, which was brand new as if it had been ironed, was folded and put aside.

Seeing Fu Shiyu holding up his chopsticks to put some spring rolls in the small plate of Zhuzhu sitting beside him, Li Guanxing felt that this matter was very evil.

The person sitting opposite actually encouraged the target to eat pork in front of his face. Jiang Zuo took a bite of the soup dumpling viciously, and the juice full of it coincidentally sprayed out, crossed the table, and splashed onto the collar of Li Guanxing's clothes opposite him. .

"Damn it," Li Guanxing jumped up, he cursed in a low voice, stretched out his hand and pulled a tissue to quickly wipe off the soup stained on his clothes, and after wiping, he remembered the incident of being stepped on the crotch last night.

A certain part was still aching today, Li Guanxing clamped his legs tightly, thinking that thinking about it, that damned pig must have done it on purpose last night, he gave Jiang Zuo a hard look, and muttered: "This pig really holds a grudge ah……"

Jiang Zuo, who completely ignored him, buried his head and ate vigorously, his nose was full of thick and fragrant soup.

Seeing that Mr. Fu put down the chopsticks in his hand, as if he was full, Uncle Xu stepped forward and said, "Mr. Fu, the pet hospital has already made an appointment."

Today he needs to take Mr. Fu's new favorite piglet to the pet hospital for a physical examination and vaccination.

Fu Shiyu wiped the corner of his mouth with a wet handkerchief, "I'll go with you."

Li Guanxing had half a soup dumpling in his mouth, and was blowing on his scalded tongue. When he heard Fu Shiyu's words, he hurriedly opened his eyes wide, and said anxiously with his tongue wide open, "Uncle...won't it shrink... Today... come with me to Mr. Li's side... hiss... Lang, did he sign the land in the western suburbs... to me?"

Seeing that Fu Shiyu was about to get up, the housekeeper took a small step forward, followed his up movement, and pulled his chair slightly back.

Fu Shiyu stood up calmly, his face was still gentle and indifferent, he glanced at Li Guanxing, but the slender eyes under the lens were cold-blooded and ruthless, and said:

"That piece of land, if you want it, you can fight for it yourself."

Li Guanxing closed his mouth in embarrassment, not knowing where he offended his uncle, and changed his face when he said it.

Uncle Xu persuaded from the side: "Mr. Fu, there are many sick cats and dogs in the pet hospital... germs or something..."

"Bring more quilts." Fu Shiyu interrupted the butler, picked up Zhuzhu, who was clearly full but still buried in his breakfast, and walked out of the house regardless of Jiang Zuo's thrashing legs.

Thinking that the palpation table and infusion table in the consulting room are all made of cold metal, and the air conditioner is turned on in the hospital, it is impossible to guarantee that the pet pig will be frozen to death. Mr. Fu is very concerned. With a voice, he turned around and went to the third floor to find a small quilt.

Bringing a small quilt, the housekeeper and several bodyguards got into a car and followed Mr. Fu's car.

The pet hospital is in the city center. After arriving at the destination, Uncle Xu got out of the car first and knocked on the window of the limousine parked in front.

The car window was rolled down, revealing Mr. Fu's gentle and refined face. He took off his glasses at the moment and was resting on the seat with his eyes closed.

Uncle Xu bent down and asked for instructions: "Mr. Fu, I'll just take this little piglet in. Sir, please wait in the car..."

"It doesn't matter." Fu Shiyu gently opened his eyes, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and put on the pair of gold-rimmed glasses again.

Seeing that Mr. Fu had made up his mind, Uncle Xu had no choice but to open the car door. Fu Shiyu carried Jiang Zuo out of the car, walked into the pet hospital first with long legs.

Under the guidance of the nurse, Uncle Xu followed Mr. Fu into a clean and tidy consultation room.

The beautiful nurse apologized and explained that the doctor went to the bathroom and told them to wait for a while. Fu Shiyu sat down on the chair, leaned back on the chair, crossed his legs, and put the pink pig on his lap.

There is a small iron frame next to the chair, on which are several pet-related magazines. One of the covers is a fashionable pet pig. The black and white little pig is very chic with sunglasses and a straw hat standing on a surfboard.

Still thinking about the fact that the target didn't coax him just now, Jiang Zuo sighed: They are both pigs, why are they treated so differently?

Fu Shiyu pulled out the magazine and spread it out on his lap.

Jiang Zuo lay on Fu Shiyu's lap, arching his nose and leaning up to look at it.

The magazine is nothing more than some common sense about raising pigs, about how to arrange a pig’s daily diet to be healthy, the importance of regular vaccinations and physical examinations, and what parts of a pig will make the pig feel happy and make a comfortable whining sound .

Jiang Zuo disdains: ... What are you doing looking at this, then it goes without saying that it's just touching chickens!

Thinking of something, Jiang Zuo's face was pale, and he added: ... But it's useless if you know, I won't let you touch it.

Not long after, the doctor in a white coat came back, gave Jiang Zuo a comprehensive examination, and asked the nurse to inject him with the vaccine.

Knowing the importance of vaccination, Jiang Zuo, who was wrapped in a small quilt, was extremely well-behaved the whole time, and he didn't make a fuss at all. He obediently exposed the back of his neck and let the nurse inject him with the vaccine.

362: Isn't it because the sister who gave the injection is pretty?

Jiang Zuo: ...let me die.

After a series of inspections and injections were completed, the doctor returned the healthy pink pig to Fu Shiyu, and told him the details: "The skin of piglets is easy to dry, and you need to buy body lotion every day. Wipe it, if you stay in an air-conditioned room at night, you must remember to cover the pig with a quilt, otherwise it will easily cause diarrhea when the belly catches a cold."

Uncle Xu wrote down one by one.

"Also, this pet pig is still young. It is recommended to buy some special diapers for pets. Otherwise, it may be more troublesome to clean up. After using diapers, it can also save the time of dealing with pet feces every day."

Jiang Zuo showed a confused look.

... What diapers?Are you in a white coat looking for death? ? ?