It was nearly eleven o'clock when He Zhi finished his official business. He went upstairs, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Ji Mao disheveled in his nightgown, holding a tablet computer in his hand, leaning on the bed. The nightgown only covered his waist and thighs. When He Zhi came in, Ji Mao didn't lift his head, and asked him, "Where do I sleep tonight?"
He Zhi looked at him for a while, then said, "It's up to you."
"I don't know which guest room is bigger." Ji Mao put the computer aside and looked at He Zhi with his head tilted slightly.
He Zhi coughed uncomfortably.
Ji Mao got off the bed, and he used He Zhi's body wash to clean his body. The smell on his body was very similar to He Zhi's, but it carried his own smell. As soon as he got close to He Zhi, He Zhi would never find his subordinates again. In front of him with a majestic appearance, he stood ordinaryly, feeling that the air was too thin because of Ji Mao's approach.
"Are you taking me with you?" Ji Mao asked him.
He Zhi walked out without looking back, and Ji Mao dragged his charging cable and followed him lightly.
Ji Mao was half a head shorter than He Zhi, and he was dangling in a dark silk pajamas that was one size larger, with the sleeves hanging down and only his fingertips exposed.
He Zhi led him along the corridor to the door of the largest guest room, and opened the door for him: "This one."
Ji Mao said "thank you" and walked in. Just as He Zhi was about to help him close the door, Ji Mao stretched out his hand to hold the edge of the door, opened it a little, and said to He Zhi in the crack of the door: "I will hurry up got a job."
"Don't worry," He Zhi said. He stared at Ji Mao's long and thick eyelashes, and added in a mysterious way, "Let's cover up the TL8 cabin first."
Ji Mao looked up at him, with water in his eyes, under the halo of the dim light of the corridor lamp, everyone wanted to kiss Fangze.
He Zhi knew that this was the default state of the body, Ji Mao's body was born for sex, it was supposed to be beautiful and alluring, but he couldn't move his eyes.
"Are you He Yongchen's own son? Why do you have to cover it up?" Ji Mao asked him.
He Zhi was taken aback for a moment, and said, "You don't have to worry about it."
"Hmm..." Ji Mao lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast a shadow on his face, he thought for a while, and asked He Zhi, "Are you looking for Shen... Shun?"
"Yes. Why, he knows about your thinking?" He Zhi frowned when his secretary told him that Shen Shun's communicator had turned off. He was worried that Shen Shun had built himself out of Ji Mao. Spread out.
Ji Mao shook his head and said, "He doesn't know, so don't look for him."
He Zhi couldn't help touching Ji Mao's hair: "Then don't think too much about it, leave it to me."
Ji Mao looked at He Zhi, stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly lowered his head and said "OK", and then immediately slammed the door behind him as if he was avoiding something.
He Zhi returned to his room, looking at the bed messed up by Ji Mao, his nose was filled with Ji Mao's smell.
According to the body wash, he is used to smelling it. For some reason, it is the smell tonight that makes him so uneasy.
Not long after falling asleep, He Zhi had a dream, dreaming that he was pressing Ji Mao under his body, playing with Ji Mao in various ways, forcing Ji Mao to tears, begging him not to push it so deeply, Ji Mao His wrists were pinched green by him, and he was still tightly hugging him shamelessly.
They had sex in Ji Mao's capsule apartment in The Last Day, where the space was narrow and the decorations were cheap, but Ji Mao's white skin was as delicate and soft as silk, his legs were wrapped around He Zhi's waist, and a quilt came out from his nasal cavity A moan tormented by lust.
In the end, He Zhi shot in Ji Mao's body, Ji Mao's legs were hanging limply, his lips were rosy from He Zhi's suction, his eyelashes were covered with tears, and he told He Zhi to get out quickly.
He Zhi was startled, and opened his eyes to see, a curse word lingered in his stomach for a long time before he cursed out.
The biological clock woke up He Zhi at a fixed time as usual.
After washing up, he went to the stairs and looked down. There was no one in the living room, so he went to the guest room and knocked on the door.
Ji Mao said "come in" inside, and He Zhi walked in, and saw Ji Mao sitting cross-legged on the bed in a daze, without changing his clothes. Ji Mao may have just fallen asleep, and he said to He Zhi in a somewhat unhappy tone, "Do I have any clothes to wear?"
He Zhi looked at Ji Mao, thinking about what clothes he could wear for him.
Ji Mao rubbed his face, stared at his hand for a while as if in a daze, and then said: "My chip will be delivered this afternoon, and I'm going out to get it."
"Where are you sending it?" He Zhi asked him.
"In the security box at the gate of Hengwan," Ji Mao said, and asked He Zhi, "Don't you know that the delivery machine can't enter the gate of Hengwan?"
"I don't know," He knew, "you come with me."
He walked over to pull Ji Mao up and walked out, but as soon as he touched Ji Mao's soft skin, he remembered the lustful dream last night, and looked at Ji Mao's innocent face, feeling a little guilty in his heart, he suspected that he was really dissatisfied with desire.
He Zhi brought Ji Mao to the cloakroom, the cabinet doors opened automatically, and the hangers stretched out for the owner to choose from.
"Choose it yourself." He Zhi said, but didn't let go of Ji Mao's wrist.
Ji Mao took two steps and found that He Zhi was still dragging him, so he pushed He Zhi away, walked over to look at the classification, bent down, and rummaged through He Zhi's sportswear.
His nightgown is very soft and sticks to his waistline. The nightgown is pushed up by his hips. It should be convex and concave. Most of his legs are exposed, and they move with his rummaging. of.
He Zhi couldn't stand it anymore, walked over and pulled down Ji Mao's nightgown a little, and asked him, "Can't you just pick one, why is it so worn out?"
Ji Mao didn't notice He Zhi's movements, so he found a T-shirt that He Zhi was wearing for running, and turned his head and said, "But there are no pants that I can wear, you are too fat."
He Zhi grabbed him and carried him away, warning him: "Don't push your nose on your face."
Ji Mao was dragged to the bedroom by him, He Zhi folded his arms to watch Ji Mao change clothes, Ji Mao pulled off the strap of his nightgown, and complained: "How can I go out like this?"
"Let the workers get it for you," He Zhi said, leaning over and smoothing out a bunch of hair that was upturned on Ji Mao's head, "What kind of door is the sun in broad daylight?"
Ji Mao tied up his nightgown again: "You can't say it earlier."
The two went downstairs, the breakfast was put on the table, and the chef made two servings. Ji Mao sat aside and watched He Zhi drink the porridge, and asked him enviously, "Is it good?"
He Zhi glanced at him and commented, "Ordinary."
"The porridge is so thick," Ji Mao said, "it must be delicious."
He Zhi put down his chopsticks and didn't continue the topic of porridge. He asked Ji Mao, "Are you really looking for a job?"
Ji Mao nodded, and asked He Zhi, "Is it not possible?"
"Let me open a store for you," He Zhi thought for a moment, then said, "This way you will be free and open whatever you want."
Ji Mao looked at He Zhi, as if thinking about He Zhi's proposal.
He Zhi was not in a hurry to ask Ji Mao to reply. After finishing his breakfast, he opened the Financial Daily on the three-dimensional display screen on the dining table, but he didn't read half a word, and only paid attention to Ji Mao's expression from the corner of his eye.
Ji Mao was holding a chopstick in front of him, tapping the bowl lightly, making a crisp sound. He thought for a few minutes, but still rejected He Zhi's kindness: "It's too troublesome. If the employees find out about me, I won't be able to leave if I want to. Why don't I just find a place to work."
He Zhi nodded, cut to the second page, read a few lines, and then asked again: "Why do you want to work so much?"
Ji Mao looked at He Zhi with stubborn eyes, he said, "I want to live the same life as before."
"Being called around like a plaything by the upper class in the retro styling room?" He Zhi asked bluntly.
"Yes, that's my life," Ji Mao was not angry, he said calmly, "I'm used to it, and I don't want to change."
"The reality is much uglier, and you may not be able to get used to it," He Zhi said.
He hasn't been in this kind of place, it doesn't mean he doesn't know.
Retro modeling studio is one of the newly emerging retro industries in recent years. The lower class people replace the machines, serve the middle and upper class people, and get some remuneration. It was originally a welfare project promoted by the new Prime Minister himself, but it quickly changed after it was implemented. tasted.
The retro modeling room in The Last Day beautifies reality, setting Jimmy as a beautiful but genetically defective lower class in the modeling room, while the player is a successful upper class.
Jimmy will start a love affair with the player across classes, and whether it succeeds or not, the game will end with the death of one party.
But in reality, the retro industry is just another hotbed of sex trafficking, and the game portrays it as very romantic, not really romantic.
He Zhi's eyes moved away from the daily newspaper and landed on Ji Mao's face: "Don't you know how to do a lot of things, wouldn't it be better to change to a job that allows you to work remotely?"
"Those things..." Ji Mao suddenly smiled at He Zhi, "You really don't want someone to study me?"
Ji Mao leaned back on the chair, the corners of his mouth were raised, but there was no smile in his eyes.
"I don't want to." He Zhi glanced at him and denied it without hesitation.
Ji Mao asked softly in disbelief: "Really?"
"I said I will be responsible for you," He Zhi said.
When he said this, his heart beat a little faster. He hoped that Ji Mao didn't notice that he was nervous for no reason. He Zhi had some sense of responsibility and desire to protect Ji Mao. If Ji Mao wanted to continue living along the inertia, Then He Zhi will do his best to create the illusion that nothing has changed for him.
He added to Ji Mao: "If you want to live the life before, then go there. I don't need to study you to get rich."
"Oh," Ji Mao propped his chin and smiled at He Zhi, "Yes, yes, yes, you are Prince Luo Gen, you are making a fortune while lying down."
He Zhi ignored his ridicule, stood up, and said seriously: "I'm at work, I have something to do for the workers."
Ji Mao pretended to be obedient and waved at him.
When he arrived at the company, He Zhi received a call from his father's secretary. He Yongchen asked him why he temporarily canceled the dinner last night. He Zhi fooled around a few words and went to the second laboratory.
The person in charge of the second laboratory is surnamed Ding, and He Zhizun calls him Professor Ding.
Professor Ding was anxious about losing things in the laboratory, and his face was full of sorrow. Seeing the boss come down in person, he put down his old face and criticized himself. From the safety facilities in the laboratory not up to standard, to the lack of awareness of the responsibility of the employees below.
He Zhi looked at the scene of the theft in the laboratory, interrupted Professor Ding before he could go any further, and asked him, "Did you finish the instruction manual for the lost thing?"
"Oh?" Professor Ding was stunned for a second, and said quickly, "It's done, just the last step of program implantation."
"Give me a copy of the manual," He Zhi said, and then beckoned to Professor Ding, beckoning him to come closer. Professor Ding leaned over, and He Zhi told him softly, "Help me make two identical ones, but The hardware configuration should be higher."
Noticing that Professor Ding looked at him as if looking at a pervert, He Zhi cleared his throat: "I'm doing experiments."
Professor Ding's expression froze for a second, and he praised He Zhi's scientific research spirit like flowing water.
"Oh, by the way, there is no need to install the programs," He Zhi added, "I designed some programs myself."
Professor Ding slapped the table, as if suddenly enlightened, and once again praised He Zhi's professional ability, but for some reason, his expression seemed more subtle.
He Zhi was a little embarrassed, and emphasized: "It's not the kind of program you think."
"Mr. He's program must be in line with the standards of the times." Professor Ding nodded.
He Zhi didn't bother to explain to him, and asked the laboratory to make the things for him within a month, so he went upstairs with the printed instructions.
When he arrived at the office, He Zhi called Ji Mao, wanting to claim credit with him, but Ji Mao seemed to be busy, so he called three times before Ji Mao picked up.
As soon as the screen came out, He Zhi saw Ji Mao leaning in front of the camera, holding the cabinet with both hands, and asked He Zhi, "Why do you like video chat so much?"
The camera of He Zhi's home phone has very high pixels, and Ji Mao is so close. He Zhi feels that he can count Ji Mao's eyelashes, and the unpleasantness of waiting is gone. He only thinks about how to open his mouth to call Ji Mao. Come here a little bit.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Ji Mao explained: "Just now I went outside to get the documents. I asked the workers to go home first. I don't like people at home."
Hearing Ji Mao say the word "home", the status of the Hengwan apartment in He Zhi's heart suddenly changed from a sleeping place to a home. Ji Mao's speech was very appropriate, which made people excited and wanted to go home.
He Zhi said "hmm" and asked Ji Mao, "What clothes did you wear when you went out?"
"The T-shirt is yours. I dried the pants, and the workers ironed them for me." Ji Mao stepped back a little, showed He Zhi the whole body, and said, "She looks like she really wants to ask me what is the relationship with you .”
"Did you say it?" He Zhi looked directly at Ji Mao and asked him.
"She didn't ask again," Ji Mao muttered, bent down to pick up the box on the ground, and proudly introduced to He Zhi, unpacking the box live, "I'm going to remove my chip now, and my identity card is also called Ji Mao. "
He Zhi nodded and asked him to continue. Ji Mao tore open the box, took out an ID card and a chip, his eyes narrowed in laughter, bit his lips, and showed He Zhi his ID card: "look."
"Good job, can this thing be swiped?" He Zhi stared at the screen and asked.
"Yes," Ji Mao touched the photo on the card, looked up at the screen, "I am now Ji Mao, born in March 2068, with a score of 76 in the comprehensive genetic test, unemployed, and an account balance of 38,400 Sixty-five dollars."
He Zhi nodded, and Ji Mao seemed to be selling it but showing off: "If you need a fake identity, I can help you and guarantee free entry and exit from the customs."
He Zhi said "enough", made Ji Mao stop, and told him that he got the instruction manual for that robot.
Ji Mao looked down at his own chip, raised his head upon hearing this, and asked slowly, "Is there an instruction manual for the inflatable doll...?"
He Zhi stared at him for a few seconds, and explained as objectively as possible: "There are also some hardware instructions."
"Oh." Ji Mao uttered a single syllable and nodded slowly.
He Zhi looked at Ji Mao's attitude, recalled Professor Ding's eyes in the laboratory, felt very ashamed and angry, and asked him angrily, "Oh, what do you mean?"
"It means thank you," Ji Mao lowered his head and stuffed the chip into the bracelet, and asked him casually, "Are you going home at night?"
He was wearing He Zhi's black T-shirt, his arms were so white that they could shine, the afternoon sun shone in from the window and hit him, every frame of movement, every gesture, looked beautiful.
"Back," He Zhi automatically interpreted Ji Mao's words as urging him to go home, half of his anger subsided, and he asked Ji Mao, "What's wrong?"
Ji Mao said: "Can you help me bring some long-sleeved clothes back?"
He Zhi's T-shirt covered his forearm a bit, barely covering the wound, Ji Mao pulled up the sleeves of the T-shirt, and the wound was fully exposed.
Ji Mao said: "I want to find a job tomorrow, and I'm afraid of being seen."
He didn't get close to the camera, and the gap was still obvious.
After the silicone on his arm was scratched, Ji Mao had no choice but to take care of it, and after a day and two nights, the wound opened up, like a grinning mouth, mocking He Zhi's ignorance.
He Zhi felt that it was a bit glaring, so he moved his eyes away and said, "I asked the laboratory to make two new ones, and you can replace them with new ones before you go to find a job."
"How long will it take?" Ji Mao asked him.
"...one month." He Zhi said.
Ji Mao glanced at him, shook his head and said, "It's been too long."
Then he said that he still wanted to follow the drama and hung up the phone.
He Zhi stared at the darkened screen, stunned for a few seconds, called his assistant in to explain some things, and got busy with work.
After the TL8 cabin was scrapped, the backup version was missing. The game testing department asked the deputy director to take the top seat, re-vote the game version of the TL12 game cabin, and began to advance the testing progress.
The time for the release of the new product is getting closer. He Zhi is about to go to work in his father's group and needs to familiarize himself with the information. He still insists on finishing work before five o'clock when he wishes he could break it into two pieces. The assistant brought in the purchased men's clothing.
He felt very good about himself and felt that someone in Hengwan was urging him to go home.
Looking out from He Zhi's office, one can just see the spire of the Logan Group's main building, and the capital letter "R" on the spire glistens in the sunlight.
He Zhi originally expected to leave Qianzhan Technology and work at the group headquarters.
Because the Logan Group will belong to him sooner or later.
He Zhi has a lot of ambitions, he will stand higher and look down on all living beings.
But today, when He Zhi saw the spire of the group building, he was actually thinking about such a question: If he went to the headquarters, a new person in charge came to the company, and the production process of the second laboratory was slow, then his total Wouldn't it be well known that he ordered three inflatable dolls
The assistant's knock on the door interrupted his contemplation. The assistant came in with a big shopping bag. He Zhi stood up, walked over to pick it up, and went downstairs from the special elevator.
As expected, Ji Mao was watching dramas at home. He was watching a new period drama about love and hatred in wars in the 2010s.
He Zhi has seen sci-fi movies with a history spanning a hundred years, in which the decent and cutting-edge artificial intelligence is either fighting on the battlefield or saving lives in danger.
An artificial intelligence like Ji Mao who has no ambitions and is addicted to idol dramas really challenges human imagination.
He Zhi threw the briefcase beside Ji Mao, put the shopping bag in his hand on the ground, and said, "I bought clothes for you, and the instructions are in my bag."
Ji Mao didn't even look at the briefcase, he replied vaguely, and stared at the screen firmly.
He Zhi arrived home on time, but he didn't get the welcome from his family in his fantasy. He had a big psychological gap, so he glanced at Ji Mao silently, and went to eat on his own.
After he finished eating, he returned to the living room, the TV series was suspended, and Ji Mao sat cross-legged on the sofa, carefully reading the manual of the inflatable doll.
"What do you see?" He Zhi asked him as he sat on the side.
"Silicone is integrally formed, and it is not easy to repair," Ji Mao said. "The hardware is very poor, but because of its special purpose, the shock absorption function is not bad."
His tone was very serious, but he specially emphasized the pronunciation of the word "shock absorber". To He Zhi's ears, it seemed that he had something else to say.
"By the way, this kind of silicone ages faster," Ji Mao continued to analyze his body, "Because the inflatable doll is replaced quickly, the owner will lose its freshness if it is used too much, and there is no need to use too good materials, so the laboratory The set lifespan is five years."
He Zhi choked for a moment before saying, "I'll ask the lab to change the material."
But Ji Mao didn't continue talking, he closed the manual, smiled at He Zhi, and said: "I finished reading it, and I have a new understanding of your company's design direction for inflatable dolls. Your company is really leading the way in society. cutting edge."
"Do you have to make me uncomfortable?" He Zhi grabbed the manual and defended himself, "There is a reason why I asked the lab to do this. Are you not looking for a job? Have you finished your resume?"
Seeing that He Zhi was on the verge of breaking out, Ji Mao said slowly, "I'm looking for a welfare job, what kind of resume do I need?"
He turned on the TV idly again and started watching dramas.