Transmigrating to Before the Big Boss Blackened

After eating, Fu Yunshen helped clean up, and Zhou Zhi first removed the weeds in the yard by himself.

"No one has died in this room." Fu Yunshen dripped detergent into the pool, but his hands remained silent.

"If you don't want to touch these, go out." Seeing the unwillingness in his expression, Shimu pushed the person aside.

Fu Yun took a deep breath, still submerged his hands in the sink, feeling the stickiness on the dishes, his brows wrinkled.

Seeing the boy's disgusting eyes and unskilled movements, Shi Mu forced a smile: "How do you know that someone has died here."

Fu Yunshen said: "There are some residual blood stains on the walls, I guess they haven't been cleaned before. I'll buy some paint later, and paint the pieces again."

"It's just that, it doesn't get in the way."

She said, lowering her head.

Fu Yunshen secretly watched Shimu. Her hair had grown much longer than when she first saw her. The broken hair was of various lengths, messed up against her head, and her eyebrows were delicate and enduring.

He narrowed his gaze, and the boy raised his lips badly: "I saw what you bought."

Patter.

Shi Mu's cleaned hands slid into the sink again, splashing a piece of water.

See, see?

Shimu wondered if this could be? She obviously remembered to lock the xl piece in the small box, and then locked the small box in the innermost layer of the closet. Could it be... she dropped the tag on the floor carelessly?

Thinking of this possibility, her face immediately paled.

Looking at the twilight with a look of horror on his face, Fu Yun smiled proudly: "It's not a big deal. I originally thought that you would hate getting along with me when you moved out from me. Now it seems that I think too much."

Shimu trembling: "I, why do I hate you?"

With the sound of water, he turned to face Shimu, lowered his head slightly, her face was reflected in his dark eyes, and the two of them were close together, Shimu breathed, and hurried back two steps.

The corner of Fu Yunshen's mouth was raised, and the depressed youth voice was a little hoarse: "How to say, don't you hate me?"

"I... never said I hate you?"

Shi Mu couldn't figure out what the kid wanted to express. The only thing that could be relieved was that he didn't seem to find his fake Ding Ding. As long as his identity was not revealed, everything would be fine!

[Ding! Swipe the bowl with the task target once to get the brother value x50. ]

[Ding! The mission goal mood is max, the host can appropriately propose brothers to bow, and if the mission goal agrees, the mission will be completed directly. ]

Shi Twi, who could not have seen the mere 50 brothers, his eyes brightened when he heard the second system sound.

She clasped Fu Yunshen's arms with her handsome, clean hands, her wide-open eyes sparkling: "Fu Yunshen, do you mind having more younger brothers."

Fu Yunshen was shocked and pushed back a small step, his eyes slowly lowered to her hand.

There are still a few drops of water on it.

"What do you think of the old locust tree in my courtyard? Isn't it pleasing to the eye?"

"..."

"In ancient times, there were three ties of justice in Taoyuan, and now there is a locust tree to recognize brothers. You see, you die and I die, why don't we have a bow today?"

Shi Mu's eyes lit up.

As long as Fu Yunshen can agree, she can complete the task ahead of time and leave, and when she returns to the original world, she can find the murderer who harmed herself, perfect! !

Fu Yun pressed his lips deeply, the original news disappeared in his eyes, and his voice was slow and steady: "You take your hand away first."

Shimu brushed his paw back.

She shrunk her neck and fished out a bowl from the sink, "You, do you think this bowl is pleasing to your eyes, or... shall we bow to this bowl?"

Fu Yunshen: "..."

Fu Yunshen: "I don't want my brother."

Shi Mu felt that it was easier to deal with when he heard it, so he raised his neck and straightened his chest: "Then you recognize me as brother!"

Brothers, brothers, brothers are the same, as long as you can complete the task, you can be a father.

Fu Yunshen's expressionless face suddenly widened with a big smile. Just when Mu Xizi thought he agreed, the boy's wet hands pinched her cheeks, Shi Mu backed away and was finally forced to the refrigerator beside her. on.

He resisted the twilight, condescending: "Want to be my brother? Next life."

With a cold snort, he threw off his apron and left the kitchen.

Shimu felt wronged and squeezed his face, cleaned the bowl alone, squeezed two glasses of apple juice and brought it out.

There was no weeding tool at home, and the weeds in the yard were too luxuriant. Zhou Zhi hummed for a long time before clearing a small area. Seeing Zhou Zhi whose hot head was flushed, Shi Mu was a little embarrassed. Zhou Zhi said that he was also a second-generation ancestor, a rich second-generation, and he was always served as a master at home. How could he have done such a rough job?

"Zhou Zhi, come over for a drink first, I'll go in and wash the bunches of grapes for you to eat."

Zhou Zhi panted, stretched out his hand to snor the sweat on his face: "I want to drink beer."

Shi Mu rolled his eyes: "What beer do you drink as a minor."

"I don't care." Zhou Zhi stomped, "I will clean the grass in the yard this afternoon. We are skewered in the yard at night, and I want to drink beer."

Shimu hesitated for a while: "Is the fruit wine made? It is not good for children to drink beer."

Zhou Zhi raised his cheeks to think for a long time, and nodded reluctantly: "Come, fruit wine is fruit wine."

After speaking, he looked at Fu Yunshen behind him: "Brother Shen, come and weeding together. Our brother has three drinks at night!"

Fu Yunshen folded a hat over his head with a newspaper to shade his head, and ignored him at all.

Shimu went to the vegetable market alone to buy barbecue racks and ingredients. Although it was not far away, there were a lot of things. She ran back and forth two or three times to buy everything. She was busy in the kitchen alone, and the two outside were mowing the grass with the burning sun.

"This wicker chair is not stable. Lost it."

Fu Yunshen raised his eyes, looked at the dark brown chair thoughtfully, and said for a moment: "Keep it, I will saw it for a while, and I will put it on a swing."

Zhou Zhi's eyes widened: "You know how?"

"Ok."

After clearing the last piece of grass, Fu Yun went into the house and found the toolbox left by his family. Fu Yunshen saw the wheel with a saw and changed the style three times. Although Zhou Zhi didn't know how to do it, he still succeeded.

The twine was twisted firmly, and Fu Yunshen's figure vigorously climbed onto the old locust tree with lush branches and thick trunks.

"Brother Shen, take your time--!"

When Shimu was washing vegetables in the room, she heard the movement and looked out the window.

The dappled sunlight reflected the shadow of the green tree. The young man was on the tree, his head slightly raised, his eyebrows clean and beautiful.

When she thought, she couldn't move her eyes.

Fu Yunshen twisted the rope and jumped off the tree in Zhou Zhi's worried eyes. He shook the newly made swing and smiled: "It's very strong."

The swing made of wicker chairs comes with its own backrest. As the wind swayed gently, Zhou Zhi sat on it and swung around twice, very satisfied: "Brilliant, Brother Shen! How can you do everything?"

"Go away, it's not for you."

Seeing that Fu Yunshen's foot was about to kick him, Zhou Zhi hurriedly jumped out of the chair.

After the play, the two continued to work.

The sunset faded, and the orange sunset climbed into the air.

The weeds in the yard have all been cleared, and the weeds are piled up in the corner. The cleaned up yard is quite empty in an instant. When Shishi is ready to have money, he will buy the house. If he can’t complete the task and can’t leave, he will settle here, surround a flower garden, build a fish pond, plant small flowers, and raise the small. The fish is also very good.

Fu Yunshen and Zhou Zhi went to the bathroom to take a bath. Shimu set up a grill in the yard and took out all the meat skewers that had been worn.

"Brother Mu, did you buy the wine?" Zhou Zhi, who had finished taking a shower, ran in without blowing his head. He moved a small chair and sat at the stone table, his eyes full of expectation.

"It's cold in the refrigerator, wait until the meat is roasted before taking it out to drink."

"I'm enjoying it first." Zhou Zhi couldn't wait, ran into the house and took out two bottles.

At this time Fu Yunshen also came out, Zhou Zhi passed one of the bottles, "Here, quench your thirst."

Fu Yun shook his head, "I don't know how to drink."

Zhou Zhi was a little puzzled: "Is the fruit wine okay?"

He looked stubborn: "No, you can't drink a drop, and you can't drink anything with alcohol."

It wasn't that Fu Yun was hypocritical, but that he really couldn't drink.

Fu Yunshen vaguely remembered that he drank his stepmother's red wine when he was a child. He took a sip and became confused. When he woke up, he was wearing a stepmother's skirt. His body was covered with scars. He didn't remember what happened or why he was wearing that skirt. I remember it hurts, it hurts, it hurts...

Later, when encountering alcohol-related matters, there will always be "fragments".

Fu Yunshen realized that he was just pouring a glass, and he couldn't touch the wine at all.

"Then it's boring for me to drink alone, Brother Mu, let's clink glasses for a while."

Shimu turned over the meat on the grill: "Okay, but I don't drink much."

Finally finished roasting the meat, Zhou Zhi moved aside and moved it to Shi Mu Teng.

It's getting dark, and the small lights in the yard are like small moonlights, lighting up this little world.

Zhou Zhi had already poured her fruit wine, Shi Mu sat on the small stool, picked up the cup and sipped his mouth gently.

Sweet and sour, orange juice taste...

Shi Mu frowned, this fruit wine is so weak?

At this moment, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground suddenly heard in front of her. As soon as she lifted her eyelids, she saw Fu Yunshen collapse on the ground.

Zhou Zhi was dumbfounded, "I confuse your two drinks."

"..."

"Brother Shen, are you okay?"

After reacting, Zhou Zhi hurriedly went to help.

"It's not in the way." The man on the ground twitched his limbs twice and slowly lifted the fallen stool to sit down.

Suddenly, Fu Yunshen raised his head and his eyes fell on Shi Mu.

His eyes were deep, like a smile but not a smile.

Shi Mu was startled.

I don't know if it is an illusion, but I always feel... Fu Yunshen is a little strange.

The next second, warm fingertips fell on Shimu's face, his eyes were drooping, and his voice was slightly tactful: "You are so beautiful."

...?

…………? ? ? ? ?

"Fu Yunshen, you're not sick!" Shi Mu snapped away her crazy hand, flushing, "I'm a man!"

He smiled deeply, his legs crossed, and his sitting posture was charming, in other words...

The orchid fingers aroused and drank the fruit wine.

Thinking of the old violent and cold old man, and looking at his elegant little white face, Zhou Zhi was shocked to the point that he lost his language ability. He approached Shimu in silence, stammering: "Is he, is he okay?"

There must be something the fuck! ! !