"I can provide the host with a credit service to predict lottery numbers."
"Really? But I don't have points." 001 said that you can exchange points for everything you need, and there is no beginner gift pack. No matter how happy Wang Junhui was, he never forgot this.
"I only need one thing from the host."
"What is it?" Wang Junhui was wary.
Will 001 be the villain system? Take your own life? healthy
Wang Junhui will not hide his thoughts yet, 001 immediately interpreted Wang Junhui's thoughts, "The host does not need to worry, I will not endanger the life and health of the host."
"Can you tell me what it is?" Wang Junhui asked.
He hesitated. If 001 wanted his own soul, wouldn't he be able to reincarnate after death? Although reincarnation is to change the memory, but in human cognition, the soul is an illusory but extremely important existence.
The big deal is to earn some points tomorrow and then exchange things to make money.
001 said, "It's just part of the luck of the host, and I will only collect it after the host dies."
Wang Junhui was silent.
"If the host wants to obtain points and then exchange them for corresponding means, the required points are not just one day, but several years. Of course, this system will not force the host to agree to any terms, everything is chosen by the host." 001 Advance with retreat.
Wang Junhui looked through the system mall and found that the points behind these items were counted by several 0s.
"good."
The moment Wang Junhui agreed, he felt that a certain connection was established, and it disappeared in a flash.
"Who is this 'villain' Mo Fan? Why do I have to deal with him?"
"Mo Fan is the second person I will bind to in this world. If the host cannot destroy him, I will unbind the host and bind the other party instead."
"Isn't it impossible to undo the binding?" Wang Junhui was shocked.
"This system didn't say that."
Thinking of the sky-defying functions in the mall, Wang Junhui clenched his fists, "Okay, I accept the task."
"Ding, transfer the data of the villain Mo Fan."
*****
Without a system, Mo Fan couldn't observe Wang Junhui's movements. However, Mo Fan didn't care. He probably knew the situation over there, but he didn't intend to stop it.
on credit? Usury can make ordinary people bankrupt, not to mention the heaven-defying functions provided by the system. The more you owe, the more you will pay back in the end. Mo Fan will not stop Wang Junhui from committing suicide.
He wanted to avenge Yuan Bo. Wang Junhui committed suicide, so why not do it
And, what could be more hopeless than seeing hope and seeing it shattered
After a good night's sleep, Mo Fan woke up under the action of his biological clock. Looking at the time, it's only six o'clock.
After washing up and going downstairs to the living room, he raised his eyebrows slightly.
The traces left by yesterday have disappeared, as if everything is just my own illusion. However, Mo Fan knew that this was not an illusion, because someone who was busy in the kitchen was coming out of it.
"Wake up so early? Don't sleep much?" The man's steady voice sounded, which was very inconsistent with the home-style apron on his body.
"You didn't leave?"
With a light tone, it sounded like he was chasing someone away.
Ling Chi lowered his eyes, "I probably have no place to live."
It's a little pathetic.
"Where are your subordinates?" Mo Fan sat down at the dining table, on which were various breakfasts.
The outer packaging has not been opened yet, it was packed and brought back.
"Resigned." Ling Chi said disappointedly, "They think it's too dangerous to follow me."
Subordinates who were forced to resign:…
"You bought it?" Mo Fan opened the box.
"Well, I don't know what you like to eat, so I bought some. Originally, I wanted to make it for you, but the injury on my body is not convenient, so I can only go outside and buy some." Ling Chi walked over, one by one. Unpack and pack.
"Is your injury healed so quickly?"
The action is quite neat.
Ling Chi paused for a moment, "It hurts a bit, but as long as you don't move too much, it's fine."
Ling Chi is well-known in the jewelry industry, but few people have actually seen him. Mo Fan has never seen it before. Moreover, there are not many people with similar names in the world, and Ling Chi doesn't think that the other party will guess his identity.
He didn't hide it deliberately, he just said it, wouldn't there be no reason to stay? After all, they just met each other, and he was the one rescued by the other party. It doesn't seem good to stay at someone else's house for no reason
However, is it good to hide your identity like this and just find a reason to stay in someone else's house
"Can I stay at your house for a while, and I can give you the rent." Seeing the young man eating happily, Ling Chi asked softly.
"Why don't you find a house yourself if you have money?" Mo Fan kept moving.
"I need an ID card to rent a house, and I'm worried that others will find out my whereabouts."
"Then don't you think this will harm the innocent? What if your enemies regard me as one of you?"
Ling Chi's injuries are a big problem, and Mo Fan is fine if he doesn't investigate, but it's a bit difficult to take him in. If ordinary people saw Ling Chi, they might have called the police a long time ago.
"I've already dealt with that group of people, and I won't put you in danger. If you're worried about me, I can stay at home." Ling Chi looked directly at the young man.
Mo Fan: ...
When did he say he was worried about the other party, he was only worried about himself.
"I'm not good, why take risks. And I'm not short of money, I don't need that little money to rent a house." Mo Fan refused.
"I'm good at cooking. I can help you cook and clean the house." Ling Chi tried to sell himself, "When I recover from my injury, you can try my cooking."
"It's even better to have the delicious food in the hotel?"
Ling Chi didn't ask anyone to find out about Mo Fan's life experience, but his dedicated subordinates have delivered the other party's information to Ling Chi in front of him.
He knew that the young man in front of him had been outstanding since he was a child, had a good family background, and was not lacking in material things.
Mo Fan's sexuality is well hidden and has never been revealed to anyone. Others only know that he is extraordinarily clean and self-conscious, and may even be a clean freak, but they don't consider him in that direction.
But it doesn't matter, no matter what the youth's aptitude is, he will never let go.
Thinking of this, Ling Chi was stunned.
He tried every means to find a reason to stay, was it because he fell in love with the young man? Ling Chi has never been emotional, but this feeling doesn't seem bad.
Ling Chi accepted his sexual orientation almost instantly, and looked at the young man with joy in his eyes.
It's really good to look at any place, as expected, only Xiaofan can make himself tempted.
The other party's eyes changed several times, and a big drama was staged in his mind. Mo Fan twitched the corner of his mouth cryptically. He took the tissue on the table and wiped his mouth, "I'm going to work, remember to lock the door for me when you go out."
"Okay." Ling Chi answered, and sent her to the door like a virtuous wife.
Mo Fan raised his head, hesitated to speak, and finally closed the door and left without saying anything.
After returning home from get off work, as expected, he saw a figure who hadn't left. Mo Fan sniffed, and the fragrance of food wafted over.
"You didn't leave?" Mo Fan went to the kitchen and saw a tall man working in the spacious kitchen, "Healed?"
"I have nowhere to go." The man put down the spatula and said aggrievedly.
He picked up the shredded fish-flavored pork just out of the pan, and took it out, "Try it, it's delicious."
The man courteously pushed the young man to sit down, and handed the bowl and chopsticks. Mo Fan couldn't help picking up a chopstick and took a sip, his eyes lit up.
The dishes made by senior hotel chefs are naturally more delicious than ordinary home-cooked dishes, but they are more ingenious and not as warm as those made at home. Ling Chi's cooking skills are not weak, and it really tastes like home.
"How is it?" Even seeing the appreciation in the young man's eyes, Ling Chi still asked.
As long as it is related to youth, it will always make him a little more uncertain.
"fine."
Ling Chi's eyebrows softened, "Then I'll make it for you from now on."
Mo Fan squinted.
Do you want to live here
However, he did not object.
Ling Chi's heart was agitated slightly, and the range of his movements became a little bigger, affecting the wound on the shoulder of his right hand. Originally wanting to endure it, when he saw the young man's gaze sweeping over him, he let out a soft "hiss".
"Are you okay?" After all, it was because of the wounds involved in cooking for himself, Mo Fan asked with concern.
"It's okay." A trace of pain flashed across Ling Chi's face, and he gave a comforting look.
"Is there any more in it? I'll bring it out." Mo Fan said proactively.
"There is still a pot of soup in it, just take it out and put it on a plate."
"Yes." Mo Fan nodded, got up and went to the kitchen.
Ling Chi stared intently at the young man's tall and straight back, even if he received the suspicious look in his eyes, he didn't look back.
Ling Chi injured his right hand, and if he moved too far, the wound would be pulled. Mo Fan sympathized, and pushed the dish closer to Ling Chi, and stretched out his chopsticks to help if it was inconvenient to pick it up.
Ling Chi was satisfied with his meal, and after eating a few chopsticks, he said to the young man, "You eat yours."
He couldn't bear the youth starving to take care of him.
"You can tell me what you want to eat."
"good."
However, after that, Ling Chi didn't ask the young man to help him with food.
He is not picky about food and can eat anything delicious. In the past, when the conditions were difficult, I even only ate white rice. Compared with the previous life, the life now is very different.
The improvement of living conditions did not cause Ling Chi to have many problems of ordinary people getting rich, on the contrary, he cherished Shen Lian even more. He likes to live his own life, rather than haunting people and showing himself.
Mo Fan is not a young master who does not touch the spring water with his fingers. The Mo family has a warm environment. Although there is a nanny at home, Mo's mother often cooks for the family with her own hands. This has also formed Mo Fan's gentle and gentle temperament.
Mo's mother cooks, and he helps wash the dishes. After eating, Mo Fan thought about Ling Chi's injury, and raised his hand to clean up the dishes.
Ling Chi pulled his wrist, "Leave it alone, I'll clean it up later."
"Your injury is okay?" Mo Fan asked, looking at the other party's exposed chest, which was only wearing a bathrobe because of the injury.
"It's still okay to wash the dishes. I said I want to cook for you, but I can't let you wash the dishes."
Although this kind of cooperation is very tempting, Ling Chi still decides to take care of the housework all by himself.
"I think it might be inconvenient for you. Since it's all right, of course it's up to you to wash it."
Not many men like to wash dishes, what Mo Fan likes is the atmosphere of the family.
"I'm fine." Ling Chi said, his eyes couldn't help but glance at the piece of skin that was holding the other party.
The author has something to say: I kind of want to fill in the romance pits I dug before, obsessive-compulsive disorder is a no-brainer.