Shit shovel officer he always collapses [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Zuo passed Fu Shiyu, waved goodbye to Yang Xunqi who was outside the car window, and before he had time to sit back in his seat, he was pressed and sat on Fu Shiyu's lap.

After sitting on the hard concrete floor for an entire afternoon, even the sitting posture has not changed. Now not only the butt hurts, but also the shoulders and back are sore. The exhausted Jiang Zuo leaned down and found a comfortable place in Fu Shiyu's arms. s position.

Remembering that he didn't get the seafood feast that he promised to eat, Jiang Zuo sighed sadly, and leaned his head on the man's shoulder.

Like knowing that Jiang Zuo didn't have a seafood banquet today, Mrs. Lin made a table of seafood at home for dinner that night, and Jiang Zuo, who didn't eat lunch, ate a big bowl of white rice more than usual. In the end, his stomach was really full , could only sip the crab stick soup listlessly, and watched Aunt Lin helplessly clean up the leftovers on the dining table.

After the meal, Jiang Zuo, who was so full that he couldn’t move, was resting on the chair when he heard Uncle Xu say that he had bought the popsicles. I took out a cold popsicle.

Jiang Zuo returned to the room, sat cross-legged on the bed comfortably, put a soft pillow on his lap and hugged him in his arms, while watching the family ethics drama at [-] o'clock in the evening, while licking the newly bought milk-flavored popsicles .

Fu Shiyu embraced him from behind, threw aside the obstructive pillow that Jiang Zuo had hugged for a long time, and asked, "Aren't you full tonight?"

Jiang Zuo burped delicately, and said plausibly: "The popsicle becomes water when it melts, it won't take up too much space, and I'll just eat a small one."

The milk popsicle in his hand melted quickly, and before he could lick it off, it melted and flowed down the stick and wrist. Jiang Zuo lay comfortably in Fu Shiyu's arms, and focused all his attention on the TV. He raised his hand and stuck out his tongue to lick off the melted slime flowing onto his hand.

Fu Shiyu hugged him and pressed Jiang Zuo's raised elbow.

The man's body temperature came from his back through the shirt, and the sound of his heartbeat overlapped.

"Is it delicious?" He leaned close to Jiang Zuo's ear, touching his earlobe from time to time while talking.

Jiang Zuo turned his head, the corner of his mouth was still stained with white milk: "Huh? It's delicious..."

Fu Shiyu leaned forward and entangled Jiang Zuo's little tongue, which was full of sweet and milky taste.

Jiang Zuo fell back into the man's arms, opened his mouth, and let the man suck and bite his lips and tongue, more and more popsicles in his hand melted, "tick tick tick" dripped on his pants.

Sensing the cold on his legs, Jiang Zuo hurriedly broke away from the people behind him, looked down, and saw a dark halo on his crotch, and the popsicle in his hand was still dripping water.

Jiang Zuo hesitated, if he stood up and went to get a paper towel now, the melted popsicle would stain the newly laid carpet, and if he didn't take it, his pants would be completely wet again, sticking to his legs made him uncomfortable. Unsure whether he should get up to get it, Jiang Zuo had no choice but to lick the inside of his wrist vigorously, pushing Fu Shiyu, motioning him to bring the tissue for him.

Fu Shiyu not only failed to receive Jiang Zuo's correct hint, but also ripped off his pants.

Jiang Zuo frowned and said vaguely, "Why are you taking off my pants?"

Without the cover of the pants, the icy liquid dripping down the wrists and elbows fell on the legs, and Jiang Zuo was shivering from the cold.

Fu Shiyu didn't speak, he pinched Jiang Zuo's jaw from back to front, put a gag on him to prevent him from screaming, and grabbed Jiang Zuo's hand viciously, deliberately letting it gradually melt until it was no longer The formed popsicle dripped on Jiang Zuo's body.

Jiang Zuo's nose, which was dyed a circle of red, kept moving, and there were a few soft hums from the tip of the nose, kicking his legs like a helpless little rabbit waiting to be slaughtered.

As a result, Jiang Zuo didn't eat much of the milk stick in his hand, it all dripped on his legs, and in the end almost all of it went into Fu Shiyu's mouth.

"Did you have fun today?" Fu Shiyu asked, biting Jiang Zuo's ear.

Jiang Zuo snorted a few times, and shook his head aggrievedly.

Jiang Zuo's response didn't seem to satisfy the man, he pressed the person under him, and he refused to let go until his whole body was covered with stickiness.

Fu Shiyu unfastened Jiang Zuo's mouth gag, lowered his head and kissed his lips, the man's mouth was full of thick milky smell, mixed with his own taste, Jiang Zuo's mouth couldn't close, he could only bear it in a daze .

After a while, Jiang Zuo, who had recovered, came to his senses. He looked at the popsicle in his hand that had melted away and only had a bare stick left. Jiang Zuo threw Fu Shiyu away, "...you... you give me back the popsicle... ...!"

Seeing that the eyes and brows of the people under him looked red after being served comfortably, Fu Shiyu asked in a low voice, "Do you still want to eat?"

As soon as he saw the target showing such an expression, Jiang Zuo knew that the breastfeeding stick he was talking about was definitely not a simple milk stick, Jiang Zuo's face flushed red: "...I'm really full now..."

Fu Shiyu half leaned on the pillow, hugging the person in his arms, with a calm expression: "Will you go out to play alone with Secretary Yang from now on?"

Not wanting to be tossed to pieces, Jiang Zuo had no choice but to obey the man on the surface, and shook his head firmly, "No, no, Secretary Yang is not fun at all..."

Jiang Zuo lowered his eyelids while talking, and only then noticed a new wound on Fu Shiyu's chest. This wound was about three or four centimeters long. It had just been sutured, and it looked abrupt on his chest.

Jiang Zuo was lying on him limply, but now he sat up slightly: "Did you go out to fight with someone today, and who cut you off?!"

The hand was injured two days ago, and today there was another scar. I don't know what the target is doing. Jiang Zuo's brain became hot, and he took out the plastic bag from the pocket of his trousers that had fallen aside. The bag, took out the big gold chain inside, and hung it around Fu Shiyu's neck: "This... I think the big guys who hang around outside... all like to wear this..."

Seeing that Fu Shiyu's eyes kept falling on his face, Jiang Zuo looked away, his face was a little red, and he stammered, "...others will know you are a member of society after seeing this... then you will not dare to bully me casually. is you……"

Fu Shiyu lowered his eyes, and after a while, he asked, "Are you going to buy this today?"

Jiang Zuo nodded, and shamelessly put his face closer: "How about it, do you like it, don't I have a good eye for picking gifts?"

A look of waiting to boast.

362: ...Did the host forget... Plot line [-] is to ask the target to give him a gift on his birthday... There are still six days left before the target's birthday...

Only then did Jiang Zuo realize that this should be a birthday present for Fu Shiyu.

Looking down at the chain hanging around Fu Shiyu's neck, Jiang Zuo was a little confused: ...then...what will happen if you tell the target to get it back now...

362 was silent for a while: ...Maybe he will be directly fucked to death...The host should find a way to get some other gifts...

Feeling that life is so cruel, Jiang Zuo bit his lips tightly so as not to let himself cry out with a "wow": ... huh? ...Could it be that this poor piggy boy like me has to move bricks again...?

Seeing the red corners of Jiang Zuo's eyes, Fu Shiyu smiled, and hugged him in his arms, "I just went to the hospital to get a rib."

Feeling cheated, Jiang Zuo wished he could strangle the target: "...what are you doing with your ribs? Do you want to lose weight?!"

Fu Shiyu squeezed his hand, didn't speak, only smiled.

While taking a shower, Jiang Zuo sat on the toilet seat, thinking hard about what to do after the gift was given out.

Jiang Zuo: How about taking the gift back while the target is asleep, and giving it to him after his birthday?

362: ... Isn't there a ring?

At the mention of 362, Jiang Zuo remembered that he had circled an iron ring for an afternoon today, and the dealer gave him one in the end.

Jiang Zuo hurriedly got up, and found the thin ring made of wire from the pocket of his crumpled trousers.

Jiang Zuo squeezed the iron ring in his hand: But this thing looks a bit like a ring... Wouldn't it be easy to misunderstand if you gave this?

Jiang Zuo was a little awkward.

362 has a straight face: How far has it progressed? What's wrong with sending a ring? Do you still want to prostitute for nothing?

Jiang Zuo tried his best to organize his words: ...Go to hell.

But after much deliberation, there was nothing else to give away, and he didn't want to move the bricks again. When he was sleeping at night, Jiang Zuo, who was struggling in his heart, turned over and asked Fu Shiyu to hug him from behind.

The warm breath sprinkled on the base of the ears, Jiang Zuo held back the drowsiness, but as time went by, his eyelids drooped uncontrollably bit by bit, half dreaming and half awake, Jiang Zuo pinched his thighs, legs The pain from the upload made him shed two tears, and it also made him wake up quickly.

Hearing the gentle breathing of the person behind him, Jiang Zuo opened his eyes, gently raised his hand, and held Fu Shiyu's hand on his waist with little force.

Afraid of waking Fu Shiyu up, Jiang Zuo slowed down his breathing and waited for a while to confirm that the person behind him was indeed asleep, then groped with his fingertips, carefully touching the fingers of his left hand.

The next day, when Jiang Zuo excused himself to go to the toilet, he sat on the toilet seat and took off the iron ring hidden in his pocket. Based on the approximate size of the man's fingers measured last night, according to memory Rewind a new ring.

When he was sleeping that night, Jiang Zuo did the same thing again. When Fu Shiyu fell asleep, he secretly took out the ring hidden under the pillow, and put it on the man's finger lightly.

Trying to be a bit wide, Jiang Zuo thought about changing it again, and was about to take off the ring, when the person behind him suddenly moved slightly, Jiang Zuo's back stiffened, and his fingertips followed suit.Fearing that Fu Shiyu would wake up, he held his breath, his limbs were stiff and he dared not move.

After a while of no movement, Jiang Zuo quietly tightened his fingers, took back the ring from Fu Shiyu's finger, and carefully pressed it under his pillow, remembering how much he needed to change, and then fell asleep in a daze after thinking about it.

The next morning, before Jiang Zuo woke up, he was crushed several times. Fu Shiyu didn't know what stimulated him. Jiang Zuo felt that his body was about to be shaken apart early in the morning.

After being shaken all morning, you can skip breakfast and go straight to lunch when you come down.

Jiang Zuo rubbed his waist, angrily gnawed at the pork belly on his chopsticks.

After lunch, a black-clothed bodyguard came to the room. He leaned over and said something in Fu Shiyu's ear, afraid that Fu Shiyu would catch him and listen to those boring things. Before the two of them finished talking, Jiang Zuo took a step ahead run away.

Thinking that he didn't eat popsicles last night, Jiang Zuo hid in the kitchen, pouted his ass and found a strawberry-flavored popsicle in the refrigerator, came out and licked it, just as he unwrapped the wrapping paper, he saw Mrs. Lin move a small chair , sitting in the corner by the window flipping through a magazine, Jiang Zuo leaned over to Mrs. Lin, mumbled with a popsicle in his mouth, "... what are you reading, Mrs. Lin?"

Aunt Lin at the side raised her head and saw that it was Jiang Zuo. She stood up and said, "I got some magazines from my granddaughter... I am usually in charge of cooking and nothing else. Randomly picked one from the pile of magazines to read..."

Speaking of her sensible granddaughter, she still has a little pride on her face.

Jiang Zuo was idle and bored, so he also raised his eyelids to look up, and almost spit out when he saw the title.

"The self-indulgence of a lonely hunk in the middle of the night"? ? ?

It's rare to find a like-minded bosom friend, but I didn't expect it to be Mrs. Lin. Jiang Zuo was a little bit stunned while excited: "... Sister Lin, do you usually... like to watch these...?"

Aunt Lin rubbed the footer of the magazine with her finger embarrassingly, "Actually, I can't read, so I can only pass the time by looking at the pictures on it..."

Jiang Zuo felt a little irritated, and his smile gradually became abnormal: "...and, there are pictures???"

As she spoke, Aunt Lin pinched the magazine and flipped through a few pages to show Jiang Zuo the pictures inside.

Jiang Zuo looked at the inside pages of the colorful magazine. Although the content was a bit yellowish, the pictures were all landscapes.

Although a little disappointed that the picture is so clear, words are better than nothing, Jiang Zuo stared at the magazine in Aunt Lin's hand, "Well... Sister Lin, can you borrow me to read it..."

"Master Jiang is being polite to me, of course it's okay, I still have more..." Aunt Lin took out another book from under the chair and handed it to Jiang Zuo.

After thanking Mrs. Lin, Jiang Zuo took a copy from her, and let her continue to sit on the chair and continue to read without caring about him, while he sat cross-legged on the ground with great interest, while licking the popsicle, casually flipping through the pages. took out the magazine in his hand.

Turning from the first page, Jiang Zuo paused for the headline that jumped into his eyes. He held a corner of the magazine with one hand, raised his head and glanced, and saw that Aunt Lin was still admiring the landscape photos in the book in her hand. Jiang Zuo had no time to notice himself, so Jiang Zuo lowered his head and pretended to be nonchalantly staring at the headline in the magazine——

"My husband's sexual desire is too strong, I can only..."

Jiang Zuo touched his chin: Huh?Isn't this the true portrayal of my miserable pig...?

Jiang Zuo continued to read, it was written that her husband had seven times every night, the poor young woman couldn't bear it, and only looked for various ways to reduce her husband's desire.

Although the front part is a small huang article that makes people's blood boil, the latter really starts to put some useful facts.

"...Bamboo shoots contain a lot of oxalic acid, which can affect the body's absorption and utilization of calcium and zinc...Zinc deficiency can lead to decreased libido and decreased sexual function..."

"...After doing a lot of searching on the Internet, I found that water chestnut and kale are also effective... Following this method...My husband finally became a man who is more pure and ascetic than a monk..."

Jiang Zuo read the contents of the magazine word by word in his heart, rubbed his legs that were tossed and almost couldn't close this morning, half-believing:...is it so amazing?

362: ...Being more pure and ascetic than a monk, wouldn't that be impotence?

Jiang Zuo closed the magazine forcefully: What? !Impotence? !

Jiang Zuo stood up: "Sister Lin! Make more bamboo shoots tonight! There are also water chestnuts and kale!!"