All My Fans in the World [Quick Transmigration]

This situation is not mentioned in the plot, presumably it is the reason for Xue Mingyu's premature death to be automatically filled in.

After collecting the information, Mo Ziyu shook his dizzy head. In this situation, Xue Mingyu thought it was because he was too tired, and he was still very active after five years.

"Host, do you need to adjust your physical condition?" Looking at his host's pale face, 5917 was a little worried. Switching the body would put a certain amount of pressure on the host body meeting. It doesn't matter if it is healthy, this body is obviously sick.

"You can try." Mo Ziyu replied.

5917 was a little confused, but obediently mobilized energy to adjust Mo Ziyu's body state, but to his surprise, the energy that should have been very effective did not have any effect on Mo Ziyu, "Why, why?"

Mo Ziyu was not surprised by this result. After he completed 1 missions and successfully advanced, he found that his soul power was much stronger. This strength was reflected in his ability to automatically make his body get closer and closer to him after he entered the new body. The soul, body strength, and sensitivity of the five senses are all greatly enhanced.

Especially after he absorbed 5917's energy, this feeling became even more obvious.

However, since he fell into this mission world just now, he felt that his controllable energy had completely disappeared, as if something was preventing his soul from completely merging with this body.

Mo Ziyu was quite satisfied with 5917's performance, and comforted him: "Don't worry, maybe it's just that this body is not in harmony with my soul's feng shui."

There have been similar situations before, but usually the villain is not dead, and the tasker will be rejected when the soul is still in the body, but this body is obviously not among them. When Mo Ziyu came, it was already a body. The shell was empty, 5917 was still worried, but seeing Mo Ziyu's nonchalant look, he felt relieved.

The host is omnipotent!

Mo Ziyu stood in front of the mirror with a straight face, and stretched out his hands to straighten the tie around his neck.

His current appearance is completely different from his original appearance. He is just over 1.8 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure and a face with sharp edges and corners. When he has no expression, he looks very majestic and masculine. Mo Ziyu nodded, and then said : "Let's go see my son."

...The role of the host entered really quickly.

Mo Ziyu went downstairs slowly, the butler brought a cup of tea and put it in front of him, "Patriarch."

Mo Ziyu glanced at him, and said expressionlessly, "Where is Xue Zhiyuan?"

"The newly hired tutor arrived this morning, and the young master seemed very dissatisfied, so he drove out." Tan Moyang looked respectful.

Mo Ziyu hummed, expressionless, "Where's the tutor?"

"I asked her to go back first, and come back tomorrow morning."

"Did he bring his cell phone?"

"No, I called him just now, and the phone is at home."

"Okay, go make me breakfast."

Looking at the tall man's back, Mo Ziyu laughed in his heart, "This housekeeper is doing well."

5917 agreed: "Yes." Although it still doesn't know the difference between beauty and ugliness, the concept that everything the host says is right has taken root in its mind.

Mo Ziyu was not surprised by the behavior of a 14-year-old kid driving a car. In previous missions, he had also played the role of a rebellious boy, so he was familiar with the road.

At this time in the plot, the teenager should have invited a group of friends to go to the bar to complain.

The object of complaints is naturally his impersonal adoptive father, who is Mo Ziyu's current identity.

After finishing his breakfast in a leisurely manner, Mo Ziyu put on the coat that Tan Moyang handed over, rejected the other party's proposal to call him a driver, picked up the car keys and went out.

"Xiao Wu, the male lead is too young to start with. I think the housekeeper is pretty good." Mo Ziyu sighed as he started the car, "Check it out for me, does he have a date now? "

5917 was startled, and then came back to his senses, and quickly began to check the information. In the plot, Tan Moyang, as an almost transparent omnipotent butler, did not mention his private life at all, not even his specific appearance, but the later heroine seemed to mention it. After one sentence, I liked him, and then he was fired by the male lead, and he left without a sound, a typical cannon fodder male supporting role.

"Back to the host, there is no match." 5917 reported to Mo Ziyu after checking the information, "But his family seems to have arranged a blind date for him." It didn't know why it added the last sentence.

Mo Ziyu didn't say anything, but stepped on the accelerator even deeper.

5917 breathed a sigh of relief, it didn't forget what Mo Ziyu once said that the two worlds don't cut it, the last world is already over.

Instead of going to the male lead right away, Mo Ziyu came to the company following his memory.

"Hello, Mr. Xue."

"Good morning, Mr. Xue."

Seeing Mo Ziyu approaching, the front desk staff who were standing upright suddenly tensed up, and they didn't relax until he walked over.

"Mr. Xue is actually late today, but why do I feel that Mr. Xue's aura is even more terrifying?"

"Actually, if Mr. Xue smiles, I will consider him my male god." A girl at the front desk sighed, "He is so handsome, but he is so scary. I heard that he is only in his twenties. picture."

"Shh, stop talking, there is monitoring, do you want to deduct your salary?"

"Xiao Wu, do I look old?" Mo Ziyu looked at the face reflected in the elevator.

"Returning to the host, it's not. Maybe it's because you look too serious when you're not smiling, so they say that." 5917 replied cautiously.

"So?" Mo Ziyu suddenly showed a big smile.

5917: "...Very, very young."

It finally understands why the original owner never smiles. This face looks majestic when it is straight, but when it smiles, there are two dimples on its face, its eyes are crooked, and the sun is childish. It looks like it has aged several years instantly. .This is obviously not a good thing for a company in power who has just taken over the company.

With the sound of ding, Mo Ziyu regained his expression, glanced at the monitor at the corner of the elevator, and walked out of the elevator.

The Xue Group company is not small, and the things are relatively complicated. Although these things are not difficult for Mo Ziyu, they still consume a lot of time. In addition, he came late, and it was almost [-] o'clock in the evening when he was done.

Touching his twitching stomach, Mo Ziyu found a box of stomach medicine from the drawer on the left hand side of the office, took a few pills with water, "Xiao Wu, remember to remind me to eat in the future."

"Host, I reminded you twice at noon." 5917 trembled, because of Mo Ziyu's workaholic attributes, it had been taught many times to disturb him by speaking without authorization.

"Call four times in the future." Mo Ziyu touched his stomach which was better, "This body's stomach problem is a bit serious."

"Okay, host."

There was no one in the company at this time, Mo Ziyu leaned against the elevator wall, rubbed his head that was starting to ache, "It seems that I will go to the hospital for an examination in a few days."

5917 nodded. It could only briefly check the host's body when it just passed through, which was not comprehensive. For better tasks, it certainly hoped that its host had a good physical condition.

When the elevator stopped, Mo Ziyu straightened up and walked out.

"Host, don't you go home first?" Looking at the pale face of his own host, 5917 was a little worried.

"Huh?" Mo Ziyu parked the car on the side of the road, and said in a normal tone, "Didn't I say to see my son? To be a good father, of course I will take him home."

5917: "..." It thought the host had forgotten.

The night was getting thicker and thicker, the air in the bar was restless, the music was deafening, the band on the stage was hoarse, a group of men and women were dancing wildly on the dance floor, and the jumping lights were dizzying.

Mo Ziyu strode to a corner that was barely considered clean. There was a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys with a girl in their arms, cheering and pouring wine on each other.

At the bottom is a drunk-eyed young man who is lying on the table, holding an empty wine glass and constantly knocking on the table, trying to get someone to refill him. Mo Ziyu raised his eyebrows slightly, "This green hair is quite unique."

"Yes, host." The male protagonist's taste is unique.

Mo Ziyu stepped forward and tapped lightly on the table.

How could the young man, who had already gone crazy from drinking, hear such a voice.

A tall young man raised his glass, "Come on, let's do it! Young Master Xue can't drink enough, so he poured down just a few bottles."

The others followed suit, and burst out laughing.

Xue Zhiyuan sat up staggeringly, and put the cup on the table with a snap, "Who said that? I, hiccup, I can still drink."

At this time, Mo Ziyu saw the appearance of the male protagonist clearly by the light of the bar. The one with nose and eyes is just too tender.

As if feeling that someone was looking at him, Xue Zhiyuan squinted at Mo Ziyu, "You, who are you? Why do you look...so like...my...cheap dad?"

All the teenagers followed Xue Zhiyuan's gaze, and met Mo Ziyu's expressionless face.They often hang out with Xue Zhiyuan, so they naturally know who is in charge of the Xue family now, and they also know what the cheap daddy Xue Zhiyuan said looks like, so after seeing Mo Ziyu's appearance clearly, they are immediately shocked, although their family backgrounds are not bad. , but still far behind the Xue family, they greeted Mo Ziyu with smiles.

"Hello, Uncle Xue."

"Uncle Xue, you are here."

"Uncle Xue, you are here to find Xue Zhiyuan, he is drunk, and we are about to send him back."

……

"Who said I was drunk? Hiccup." Xue Zhiyuan refused to accept it, stood up holding the wine bottle, pointed at the teenagers one by one, finally looked at Mo Ziyu, and said drunkenly: "Yes, you said that?"

"Uncle, we still have something to do, so let's go first!" Seeing Mo Ziyu's darkened face, the young men quickly stood up and fled with the girls who didn't know where they were going. Almost instantly, this corner was quiet down.

Xue Zhiyuan still pointed at Mo Ziyu with the bottle, and walked towards him staggeringly.

"He's so young," Mo Ziyu stood on the spot, looking at the young man who was a little shorter than himself, "I can't speak."

5917:"……"

5917, who was thinking about whether to reply to the host, suddenly saw that the young man had walked up to Mo Ziyu and raised the bottle towards him. Thinking of how weak his host is now, he couldn't help shouting: "Host be careful!"

"Keep down." Mo Ziyu, who had a headache from the loud music in the bar, caught the bottle with one hand and knocked the boy on the back of the neck with the other.

"Yes, the host." Seeing the boy falling softly, 5917 felt aggrieved.

The few teenagers who had just fled not far away were stunned, and then expressed deep sympathy for Xue Zhiyuan who was carried away.

One of them spoke slowly, "I always feel that we may not see First Young Master Xue for a long time."

The others nodded.

"Patriarch, you are back." When Mo Ziyu arrived home, the butler was standing upright at the door, apparently waiting for him, looking at the green-haired boy on Mo Ziyu's shoulder, "What's wrong, young master?"

"It's okay." Mo Ziyu paused his gaze on the other person's face, "Go and prepare hangover soup."

"Yes."

Throwing the boy into the bathtub filled with water without mercy, Mo Ziyu took off his clothes. The boy's body has not grown yet, and he still looks a little immature.

Taking off the last layer of clothing on the young man, Mo Ziyu squatted in front of the bathtub, flicking some delicate things in front of him, "Xiao Wu, why is he so small here?"