Chapter 278： I have a "system" halo

"I can provide a credit service to the host and predict the lottery number."

"Really? But I don't have points." 001 said that points can be exchanged for everything needed, and there is no novice gift package. Wang Junhui was so happy that he never forgot this.

"I just need one thing from the host."

"What is it?" Wang Junhui warned.

Will 001 be a villain system? Take your own life? health?

Wang Junhui will not hide his thoughts, 001 immediately interpreted Wang Junhui's thoughts, "The host need not 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 have a baby after his death? Although the memory is changed even if the child is born, in human cognition, the soul is an empty but extremely important existence.

It ’s a big deal to earn some points tomorrow and change things to make money.

001 said, "It's only part of the luck of the host, and I won't charge it until the host dies."

Wang Junhui was silent.

"If the host wants to obtain points and then exchange the corresponding means, the required points may not be a day, it is possible for several years. Of course, the system will not force the host to agree to any terms, everything is chosen by the host." 001 Retreat to advance.

Wang Junhui flipped through the system mall and found that the points behind these things were counted by several zeros.

"it is good."

The moment Wang Junhui agreed, I felt that some kind of connection was established, and then disappeared.

"Who is this 'villain' Mo Fan? Why should I deal with him?"

"Mo Fan is the second person I will bind to in this world. If the host cannot destroy it, I will unbind from the host and bind each other."

"Isn't it impossible to lift the binding?" Wang Junhui was startled.

"This system hasn't said it."

Thinking of the anti-sky function in the mall, Wang Junhui shook his fist. "Okay, I accept the task."

"Ding, transmit the information of the villain Mo Fan."

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Without the system, Mo Fan could not observe the movement of Wang Junhui. However, Mo Fan didn't care. He probably knew the situation over there, but didn't mean to stop it.

Credit? Usury can make ordinary people lose their homes, not to mention the anti-sky function provided by the system. The more you owe, the more you will eventually pay, and Mo Fan will not stop Wang Junhui from dying.

He wanted to avenge his original life. Why did Wang Junhui die for himself?

And what could be more desperate than seeing hope and breaking it?

After a full sleep, Mo Fan woke up under the effect of the biological clock. At first glance, it's six o'clock.

After washing and coming downstairs to the living room, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

The traces left yesterday have disappeared, as if everything was just an illusion. However, Mo Fan knew that this was not an illusion, because someone busy in the kitchen was coming out.

"I got up so early? Don't sleep more?" The man's voice sounded calmly, which was very contrary to the apron on his home.

"You didn't leave?"

A faint tone sounded like it was catching people.

Ling Yan looked down, "I probably have nowhere to live."

Still a bit pitiful.

"What about your subordinates?" Mo Fan sat down at the dining table with a variety of early breakfasts on it.

The outer packaging has not been dismantled.

"Resigned." Ling Yan lost, "They think it's too dangerous to follow me."

Subordinates 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. I wanted to make it for you, but the injuries on my body are not convenient, so I can only buy a little bit outside." Unpack and pack.

"Is your injury so fast?"

It's kind of sharp.

Ling Ye paused, "It hurts a bit, but as long as he doesn't move a lot, it's fine."

Ling Ye is famous in the jewelry industry, but few have really seen him. Mo Fan naturally has never seen it. In addition, people with similar names in the world do not know how many people are, Ling Ling does not think that the other party will guess his identity.

He didn't hide it deliberately, but just said, wouldn't there be no reason to stay? After all, they just knew each other, and they were still rescued by the other party. It doesn't seem to be good to rely on someone else's house for no reason?

However, is it good to hide your identity like this and just find a reason to rely on someone else's house?

"Can I stay in your house for a while, and I can pay you a rent." Ling Yan asked softly when he saw the pleasure of eating by young people.

"Why don't you have money to find a house yourself?" Mo Fan kept moving.

"I need an ID card to rent a house, and I'm worried that others will find my whereabouts."

"Then don't you think it will harm innocent people? What if your enemies treat me as a group with you?"

Ling Ye's injury is a big problem. Mo Fan is already very good without investigating. It is difficult to keep him. If most people saw Ling Yan, they might have called the police.

"I have solved that group of people, and I will not make you dangerous. If you are worried about me, I can stay home and not go out." Ling Yan stared directly at the youth.

Mo Fan: ...

When did he say he was worried about the other party, he just worried about himself.

"I'm not good, why take a risk. And I'm not short of money. I don't need the money to rent a house." Mo Fan refused.

"I have a good craftsmanship and can help you cook and clean the house." Ling Yan pushed hard to sell himself. "When I'm hurt, you can try my cooking."

"No matter how good the hotel is?"

Ling Ye did not let Cha Mofan's life experience, but his subordinates have sent the other party's information in full to Ling Ye's eyes.

He knew that the youth in front of him was excellent from a young age, his family was strong, and there was no shortage of material.

Mo Fan's sexuality is well hidden, and he has never revealed it to anyone. Others only knew that he was extraordinarily clean and self-contained, and maybe even a cleansing fetish, but he did not consider him in that direction.

But it doesn't matter. Regardless of the youth's sexual orientation, he will never let go.

Thinking about it that way, Ling Yan himself choked first.

He tried to find reasons to stay, because he liked young people? Ling Ye has never been emotional, but this seems to be true.

Ling Ye accepted his sexuality almost instantaneously and looked at the youth with delight.

It really looks good everywhere, and sure enough, only Xiaofan can make himself tempted.

The other party's eyes changed a few times, and a big drama was staged in his head. Mo Fan vaguely drew his lips. He pulled the tissue on the table and wiped his mouth. "I'm going to work. Remember to lock the door when you go out."

"Okay." Ling Yan should be, like a virtuous wife, sent people to the door.

Mo Fan looked up and stopped talking, and finally said nothing, closed the door and left.

Coming home from work, unsurprisingly, seeing a figure who did not leave, Mo Fan sucked his nose, and the fragrance of meals drifted.

"You didn't leave?" Mo Fan went to the kitchen and saw a tall man working in the spacious kitchen. "Are you hurt?"

"I have nowhere to go." The man put down the spatula and grieved.

He picked up the freshly made shredded shredded pork and went outside. "You taste it, it's delicious."

The man diligently sat down against the youth and handed the bowl to chopsticks. Mo Fan couldn't help but pick up a chopstick dish and tasted it, his eyes brightened.

The dishes made by the high-end hotel chef are naturally more delicious than ordinary home-cooked dishes, but they are more crafty and do not have the warmth made at home. Ling Ye's cooking skills are not weak, and they really taste like home.

"How's it?" Ling Ye asked even when he saw the appreciation in the eyes of the youth.

As far as youth is concerned, it always makes him a little bit more uncertain.

"pretty good."

Ling Yan frowned, "Then I will make it for you in the future."

Mo Fan squinted.

Want to live here?

However, he did not object.

Ling Yan's heart was agitated slightly, and the range of action was a little bigger, which affected the wound on his right shoulder. He originally wanted to forgive him, and when he saw the sight of the young man, he hissed softly.

"Is it okay?" After all, because of the wounds involved in cooking for himself, Mo Fan asked with concern.

"It's okay." Ling Yan's face flashed with pain, and he gave a comforting look.

"Are there inside? I'll take it out." Mo Fan said actively.

"There is still a pot of soup in it, just serve it up and serve it."

"Um." Mo Fan nodded and got up to go to the kitchen.

Ling Yan stared at the young man's erect back and kept watching. Even if he received the doubtful look of the other party, he did not take his eyes off.

Ling Ye hurt his right hand, and a large range of motion would pull the wound. Mo Fan was so secretive that she pushed the dish to a place close to Ling Ling.

Ling Yan was satisfied with his food. After eating a few chopsticks, he said to the youth, "You eat yours."

He was reluctant to starve the youth to take care of him.

"Tell me what you want to eat."

"it is good."

However, in the following, Ling Ye did not let the young people help themselves to pick vegetables.

He doesn't picky eaters, he can eat everything deliciously. When the conditions were difficult before, I had only eaten white rice. Compared with the previous life, today's life is quite different.

The improvement of living conditions has not caused Ling Ye to suffer from many ordinary people's wealth, but instead he cherishes them more and more. He likes to live his own life, instead of showing himself in front of others.

Mo Fan is not the young master who doesn't touch the spring water with fingers. Mo's environment is warm. Although there is a babysitter at home, Mo's mother often cooks for his family. This has also developed Mo Fan's gentle and temperament.

Mo's cooking, he helped wash the dishes. After eating, Mo Fan was thinking of Ling Yan's injury, and he would clean up the dishes when raising his hand.

Ling Yan pulled his wrist, "Let it go, I'll pack it later."

"Your injury is OK?" Mo Fan drew only a bathrobe to the other side because of the wound, and glanced at the exposed chest, asking.

"Washing dishes is still possible. I said I would cook for you. I ca n’t let you wash dishes."

Although this cooperation is very inspiring, Ling Ye decided to take over the work at home.

"I think you may be inconvenient. Since it's okay, of course it's up to you to wash."

Few men like washing dishes, and Mo Fan likes the family atmosphere.

"I'm fine." Ling Yan said, eyes could not help but scratch the skin of the other side.

The author has something to say: I want to fill out the romance pits that I dug previously. OCD must be.