All My Fans in the World [Quick Transmigration]

After Mo Ziyu left, Han Fuchen thought about it, but he was still a little worried.

Although there have been fewer contacts in recent years, the other party is also his cousin, and he can't let him ruin his body like this, let alone watching him die at such a good age. I am 22 years old, and I will only be 25 three years later, so young.

Looking at the young man with the usual expression in front of him, Han Fuchen felt his heart tighten. With his common medical knowledge, he naturally knew how bad Mo Ziyu's physical condition is now. Ordinary people don't say that he is as calm as he is, and I'm afraid he can't even stand up. question.

"The host is really amazing!" 5917 couldn't help admiring, the host just said yesterday that this person was coming to him, and he really came today.

Mo Ziyu ignored 5917, and had a brief conversation with Han Fuchen. After knowing that the other party had resigned, he seemed a little surprised. He nodded to express that the other party had excellent medical skills and was willing to hire him as a private doctor. What else would he like to say? After getting down, Mo Ziyu stopped talking and stood up, "It's lunch time, cousin stay to eat."

Han Fuchen glanced at Xue Zhiyuan, nodded without saying anything, and followed Mo Ziyu towards the dining table.

Xue Zhiyuan looked at the strange man on the table, and was about to take the tableware when he heard Mo Ziyu's voice, "This is Doctor Han. In terms of seniority, you should be called Cousin."

The young man who didn't want to pay attention to the other party suddenly met Mo Ziyu's eyes, very calm, but for some reason, under such gaze, he always felt a little guilty for no reason, turned his head and shouted at the gentle man sitting opposite Mo Ziyu: " Cousin."

Han Fuchen hummed to express his agreement, his eyes paused on Xue Zhiyuan's head, and then he reached out to stop Mo Ziyu's hand from reaching out to the vegetable bowl, "You can't eat."

Mo Ziyu looked at Han Fuchen expressionlessly.

The servant and Xue Zhiyuan, who hadn't had time to retreat, also looked at the newly arrived Doctor Han, and couldn't help feeling more sympathetic in their eyes, even daring to block the owner's chopsticks.

Han Fuchen was calm, but the smile on his face faded a lot, and he looked a little serious.

He stood up calmly, took away all the meat in front of Mo Ziyu, brought over two vegetarian dishes, picked up the empty soup bowl in front of him, scooped a bowl of clear soup in front of him, and added another bowl to his rice bowl. Congee, and then smiled slightly: "Please use it." There was no doubt in his tone.

The people who were waiting for Mo Ziyu to get angry were stunned to see that the cold-faced Hades in their eyes actually picked up the soup bowl in front of him with a calm face.

5917: "..." This person is so amazing that he treats the host like this!What's even more amazing is that the host is so obedient!

"Why are you angry?" Mo Ziyu interrupted suddenly. 5917 was startled, but before he could react, he heard the voice of his host again, "He is my personal doctor."

Xue Zhiyuan, who had been staring at the interaction between Mo Ziyu and Han Fuchen, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and put down his chopsticks before taking a few bites. He wanted to leave directly, but when he saw Mo Ziyu looking over, he couldn't help adding, "I eat I'm full." After a pause, he continued, "I'm going out in the afternoon."

"Yes." Mo Ziyu nodded coldly.

Xue Zhiyuan pursed his lips, hesitated to speak, and finally turned his head and ran upstairs.

"The favorability of the male protagonist +5%, the current favorability is 45%."

Mo Ziyu put down the bowl, looked at Han Fuchen next to him, "Cousin, please take it easy, I still have some things to attend to." Then he turned to the butler who had just entered the restaurant, "Mo Yang, arrange a room for Dr. Han."

Tan Moyang glanced at Han Fuchen, and replied humbly, "Yes, Patriarch."

Han Fuchen's eyes fell on the porridge bowl left on the main seat, and his brows furrowed involuntarily. After a while, he drank the soup and felt that he had no appetite, so he put down his chopsticks and stood up.

Tan Moyang took two steps forward. The two men were about the same height, but the atmosphere of standing together was not harmonious, and they even seemed a little tit for tat. "Doctor Han, please come with me."

"Okay." Han Fuchen nodded and followed behind Tan Moyang, "Butler Tan, how is Patriarch doing recently?"

Subconsciously thinking of the bottle of medicine last night, Tan Moyang paused slightly, and then replied: "On the surface, there is nothing unusual."

Mo Ziyu went back to his room and fell asleep.

Although 5917 was worried, he still didn't bother the host.

It wasn't until the early morning of the next day that Mo Ziyu woke up in a daze, but he hissed coldly due to the pain coming from his body.

"Host, you finally woke up." 5917's voice was crying.

"Well, it's okay." Mo Ziyu pressed his thumping temple, "What time is it?"

"Two thirty-two in the morning." 32 replied.

This mission was really difficult. Mo Ziyu stared at the ceiling under the dark light for a while, and a meaningful line flashed in his eyes. Then he got up slowly, straightened his wrinkled clothes, and slowly left the room.

Opening the door, Mo Ziyu stared at the huddled group at the door, endured it without kicking up, "Why is the male lead here?"

5917: "He came at around ten o'clock in the evening, wandered around the door for a while, and didn't knock on the door." So it didn't know, seeing that the host was sleeping soundly, it didn't notify the host.

Mo Ziyu nodded, looked down at Xue Zhiyuan condescendingly, and gasped inwardly, only to realize that he had cut his hair short and dyed it back to black.

The refreshing hairstyle enhanced the boy's already outstanding facial features a lot. Mo Ziyu saw the male protagonist's appearance clearly, "For the sake of him waiting for me for so long, I can barely forgive him for scaring me."

5917: "..." Even if the world is ending, it doesn't believe that the host will be scared.

Mo Ziyu bent down and picked up the male lead, measured the distance between the rooms on both sides, and finally put him on his bed, covered him with a quilt, and left the room again.

"The favorability of the male protagonist +5%, the current favorability is 50%."

"Host, the male lead pretended to be sleeping!" For the first time, 5917 was not happy because of the increase in favorability. The host was in such a bad health, and even though he wanted to carry him to the bed, he actually pretended to be asleep. This male lead is too bad.

"He woke up when I was covering him with the quilt." Mo Ziyu touched his stomach that was about to collapse, his eyes were a little dark, "Xiao Wu, go get me something to eat."

"Yes, host!" 5917's heart warmed up, and he immediately agreed.

"Pfft," Mo Ziyu laughed, touched the scar on his left wrist, and joked, "Did you make it with wings?"

Knowing that the host was joking with it again, 5917 was helpless and frustrated, "I'm sorry, host, I can't help."

"It's okay, someone is here."

"Ming Yu?" Han Fuchen got up to drink water, just in time to see Mo Ziyu who was going downstairs, thinking that Mo Ziyu didn't appear at the dinner table at night, "Are you hungry?"

Mo Ziyu nodded silently.

"I'll help you make something to eat, you sit down for a while." Han Fuchen was a little helpless towards this cousin.

The noodles made by Han Fuchen were very light, but they were unexpectedly delicious. Mo Ziyu couldn't help but ate two more mouthfuls, "Xiao Wu, I think he is more suitable for the position of a private chef."

Before 5917 had time to speak, Han Fuchen said: "If you like it, I will prepare all your meals in the future. Your current body is not suitable for eating too greasy food."

"Then thank you cousin." After a pause, Mo Ziyu said again: "Please keep my body secret for me."

Thinking of the boy in Bairi, Han Fuchen had a bad expression on his face, but he still agreed to Mo Ziyu's request.

The hostess still comes to give Xue Zhiyuan tutoring every week, and Xue Zhiyuan seems to have changed his gender, and he never feels sorry for her, but the two of them did not have any emotional sparks. Instead, they have a tacit unity and focus on On Mo Ziyu.

Mo Ziyu didn't mind being noticed, so he still had to do what he should do, but he was very satisfied with the current food. Han Fuchen's cooking skills were much better than the chefs invited by the star hotel at home.

But even so, Mo Ziyu still watched helplessly as the muscles on his body became less and less.

"If this goes on like this, I'll be nothing." Mo Ziyu looked at his pale figure in the mirror, "It's only been a month, and I've lost ten catties."

5917 looked distressed, "I'm sorry, host." Why can't it help.

"Sigh." Mo Ziyu sighed, put on his shirt and buttoned it to the top, "It's none of your business."

The final grades have come out, Xue Zhiyuan's grades are ranked 23rd in the class, more than 100 in the whole school, although not very outstanding, but compared to the bottom one in the school before, it can be said to be a huge improvement.

Mo Ziyu is also going to fulfill his promise and bring Xue Zhiyuan to the company.

Han Fuchen has been abroad for the past few days, and Tan Moyang will prepare Mo Ziyu's food.

A few days ago, after Tan Moyang got the test result of the drug taken from Mo Ziyu's medicine bottle that day, his attitude towards Mo Ziyu became more and more cautious, and he always hesitated to speak, especially after asking Han Fuchen for proof. Xiang Mo Ziyu's eyes were full of sadness.

"He fell in love with me." Mo Ziyu said so.

5917: "... I can see it."

"But he doesn't seem to want to sleep with me." Mo Ziyu sighed, but his tone quickly became cheerful, "It happens that the male lead hasn't grown up yet, so I think this housekeeper is not bad."

"..."

"I'll try it with him some other day when I feel better." Mo Ziyu made a decision.

Tan Moyang's craftsmanship was a little worse than Han Fuchen's, but it was still pretty good.

Mo Ziyu wiped his mouth, "I wonder how the hero's skills are?"

5917 glanced at the young male protagonist who still looked arrogant, and said hesitantly, "He probably doesn't know how to cook..."

"Why don't we make a bet?" Mo Ziyu was in high spirits, "Xiao Wu, if you lose, I will give you all the energy you got at the end of this mission."

5917: "..." What if it regrets it?So far, the host has never lost a bet, and thinking of Fu Chengxiu in the last mission, and Chu Ciyu in the last mission, are both good cooks, and he couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Xiao Wu, this male protagonist is almost 15 years old." Mo Ziyu tempted, "The plot never mentions the male protagonist cooking, maybe he doesn't even know what the kitchen looks like."

"Okay, I bet!" 5917 felt that he had a great chance of winning.

But it didn't realize at all that it was the only bet in this bet.

Xue Zhiyuan, who was completely unaware that he was being used to play the game, subconsciously moved away when Mo Ziyu looked at him, and his ears turned red.