All My Fans in the World [Quick Transmigration]

Thinking that Mo Ziyu was saying that his body was about to fail, 5917 almost cried out immediately.

Mo Ziyu held on for a while before he stood up straight, returned to the bed and lay down.

After sleeping until night, Mo Ziyu woke up when 5917 called out, "Host, it's time for dinner. The butler is calling you outside."

Moaning in a low voice, he rubbed his head that was about to crack. Mo Ziyu slowly crawled up while clutching his stomach. He sat in a daze for a few seconds before regaining his expression, and called softly, "Come in."

Tan Moyang pushed open the door, looked at Mo Ziyu who was sitting by the bed, his eyes were full of worry, "Patriarch, how do you feel?"

"It's okay." Mo Ziyu replied, "Find my clothes for me." He really didn't want to move.

Tan Moyang didn't ask anything, and obediently picked out a set of clothes for Mo Ziyu in the closet, "Do you need me to change it for you?"

Mo Ziyu glanced at him and hummed.

Tan Moyang's hands trembling as he unbuttoned Mo Ziyu's button. When his eyes fell on the chest that had been so thin that only bones remained, his pupils shrank involuntarily, and his throat felt uncomfortable as if something was choked.

Mo Ziyu lowered his head and half-closed his eyes, as if he didn't notice anything unusual about the housekeeper. His voice was calm, "Xiao Yuan is back?"

After a while, Tan Moyang said, "Yes, the young master is already waiting for you in the restaurant."

"Ah."

Obviously unwilling to talk more about Xue Zhiyuan's topic, Tan Moyang continued: "Doctor Han is on a business trip in the afternoon, and he said he will be back in two days." At this point, he paused, "He said he hoped to see you staying at home when he came back .”

"En." Mo Ziyu made a nasal sound, not sure if he agreed or not.

However, they have never been able to control what Mo Ziyu wants to do. Although they are a little dissatisfied, there is nothing they can do.

Tan Moyang helped Mo Ziyu change his clothes without any charm, and Tan Moyang stretched out his hand to help Mo Ziyu up, "Shall I carry you down?"

"No need." Mo Ziyu stood up straight and nodded to Tan Moyang, "I'll just go by myself."

Looking at Kong Luoluo's right hand, Tan Moyang had a complicated expression on his face, and then hurried forward a few steps to follow behind Mo Ziyu, lest he accidentally fall down.

5917 didn't dare to speak, and looked at Mo Ziyu worriedly. It really saw its host vomit blood. What if the host couldn't hold on and vomited blood again?

But obviously they were overthinking. Mo Ziyu walked very steadily, no different from what he usually looked like. He went downstairs with what could be called an elegant step, walked into the restaurant, sat at the head of the table, and straightened his waist.

"Father." Xue Zhiyuan greeted Mo Ziyu, he was always not happy with this title, but now he called it out naturally.But I don't know if it's his illusion, he always feels that the housekeeper who is usually close to others seems to be looking at him with something-jealous?

"Yeah." Mo Ziyu nodded slightly at him, "How does school feel?"

"Very good." Xue Zhiyuan replied, "I want to live on campus."

Mo Ziyu looked at Xue Zhiyuan with no expression on his face, "The reason."

Xue Zhiyuan felt guilty for some reason, but he still insisted: "Our professional school has many courses, and we have classes every day. If we come back every day, it may be too late."

"it is good."

"Ah?" Xue Zhiyuan, who had prepared a lot of reasons, was stunned, with some incredulity in his eyes.

Mo Ziyu ignored him, took two sips from the porridge bowl Tan Moyang handed over, frowned, and then put it down, "I'm full." He stood up and said to the male lead who was still stunned: "You I’ve grown up, it’s good to have my own ideas, if you want to live on campus, just live there.”

Seeing that Mo Ziyu really agreed to his request so easily, Xue Zhiyuan felt a little at a loss as to what to do, and suddenly felt a huge loss and panic in his heart, he wouldn't... don't let him go.

"The favorability of the male protagonist +5%, the current favorability is 90%."

On the contrary, the host did a great job! 5917 cheered.

Tan Moyang followed Mo Ziyu almost the moment he got up.

Mo Ziyu's footsteps were a little hurried, and he was about to close the door when he returned to the room, but found that Tan Moyang had followed him in. He glanced at the man and said, "Go out."

However, the usually obedient housekeeper was extremely forceful at this time, "Patriarch, you didn't take two bites just now, your body can't bear it..."

But Mo Ziyu ignored him, turned around and walked quickly into the bathroom, vomited out all the food he ate just now, but he couldn't vomit anything after that, only a big mouthful of blood remained.

"Host, are you okay, host?" 5917 was running around anxiously, what kind of world is this?Although Mo Ziyu had been equipped with a congenitally deficient body before, he had never been in such pain as he is now.

5917 knows his own host's ability to bear pain, he would not frown even when he is executed in a hurry, but after arriving in this world, he is tortured by this body from time to time so that he can't even stand still. What's going on?

Tan Moyang subconsciously stepped forward to support Mo Ziyu, and patted Mo Ziyu's back lightly with his palm. When Mo Ziyu finally vomited, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a towel, and said with pained eyes, "Patriarch, please go to the hospital. "

Mo Ziyu closed his eyes and leaned against the man, "It's not enough yet, he can't be alone."

"Why do you value him so much? He's not your own son. Is it worth it for you? You're dying, and you're still thinking about that bastard." The calm butler finally broke out, "He's just a poor boy." Familiar wolf cub, you are always good for him, when did he think about you?"

"Enough." Mo Ziyu interrupted Tan Moyang with a tired and weak voice, "Stop talking."

"Sorry, I overstepped." Tan Moyang was still a little unwilling, but he didn't continue talking.

Seeing Mo Ziyu fall asleep, Tan Moyang walked out the door with a serious face.

Not long after, the door was pushed open again, Xue Zhiyuan appeared at the door, with complicated eyes, he walked towards Mo Ziyu step by step.

5917 was taken aback, this kid didn't want to kill someone, did he?The host hasn't provoked him much recently, and he even agreed to the unreasonable request he made just now. How can such a good father like the host have the heart to hurt him?

When 5917 was thinking about countermeasures, Xue Zhiyuan stopped in front of the bed, his eyes fell between the eyebrows of the person on the bed.

He suddenly remembered the last time he woke up from the same bed with a man. At that time, he was 14 years old and the other party was 22. He still remembered that it was the first time he saw a smile on the other party's face, even though it was when he was asleep. The facial expression was unexpectedly good-looking, and at that time, he realized that there was still a childlike childishness between the brows of the other party.

But now, it seemed that the pain was very severe. The man curled up on the bed, his brows furrowed unconsciously, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead, making him look extraordinarily fragile.

He is dying?This question kept echoing in Xue Zhiyuan's mind, his heart was full of disbelief, this man who was so powerful in his heart was going to die?

No, it's impossible, he is only 25 years old now, so young, how could it be...

They must have lied to him together, Xue Zhiyuan pursed his lips, trying to deny this, but there was a faint smell of blood again from his nostrils, which was spit out by Mo Ziyu just now, even though Tan Moyang washed it with water, it was still in the air. spread.

He wanted to wake up Mo Ziyu and ask him, but when his eyes touched the other's pale lips, he didn't cry out.

Anyway, he didn't want him dead.

Just now Tan Moyang said that there must be a way to put him in the hospital.

Xue Zhiyuan seemed to have remembered something, strode out of the room and ran downstairs.

At this moment, it seems that something is different.

"The favorability of the male protagonist +5%, the current favorability is 95%."

Mo Ziyu opened his eyes, "The task is almost completed."

5917 breathed a sigh of relief, never been so happy, "Congratulations to the host."

However, it heard its host say, "I'm a bit reluctant."

"..."

"It's rare to meet three handsome guys with the same quality, and none of them can sleep."

5917, who was about to cry with distress, was suddenly speechless.

Seems to be thinking about it, Xue Zhiyuan never mentioned the matter of living in school, he obediently went home after school every day, and no longer made a fuss about being unwilling to accompany Mo Ziyu to the company on weekends, but began to learn how to handle company affairs very seriously , I just hope that Mo Ziyu can relax as soon as possible.

And Xue Zhiyuan also took the initiative to arrange Mo Ziyu's three meals a day, even if it was just porridge, he would cook it in different ways. Mo Ziyu boasted to 5917 in satisfaction: "My son suddenly cares about me so much, I feel a little embarrassed gone."

Then he couldn't help but ate a few more mouthfuls, and ran to spit it out again, making 5917's heart ache so much that he hated the hero even more.

Xue Zhiyuan is an extremely smart person, learning has never been difficult for him, this can be seen from the fact that he easily got into the top universities in China, not to mention the company he has been in contact with for nearly three years.

Within three months, Xue Zhiyuan can manage the company in an orderly manner.

But at this moment, Mo Ziyu's body turned sharply downwards.

Han Fuchen has been by Mo Ziyu's side since he failed to find the source of his heart when he went to the south last time, but he still couldn't stop Mo Ziyu's body from deteriorating continuously.

Xue Zhiyuan stood anxiously at the door of the operating room, staring closely at the three glaring red characters on the door, only feeling pain in his eyes.

Tan Moyang stood silently behind him, motionless.

It's ridiculous to say that, as the person in charge of such a large family, Xue Mingyu doesn't have a relative with a real surname, and the only relative who can be regarded as a close relative is Han Fuchen who is in the operating room at this time.

Tan Moyang glanced at the worried young man, and he thought, perhaps it was because of this that, as the only family member, the patriarch valued this young man so much.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little astringent in his heart, and a little sore in his eyes.

At this moment, the lights in the operating room finally dimmed.

Xue Zhiyuan rushed forward, "How is it?"