[Quick Transmigration] Boyfriend system

0138 Focusing on the unreasonable demands of his own boss, a brain that is not flexible at all is about to become disordered, and even the call of his own host becomes hazy, making the It has no time to attend.

"0138...0138?"

How exactly can the host attack Da Da without noticing it?This is too difficult. After all, the few days of getting along has already told it clearly. Sure enough, the phrase "Things of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups" is really a wise saying. This host is very similar to the boss, but they are not easy to mess with. The capricious character... With this small system that was born not long ago, can it really be hidden from the past...

"0138!" The host's suddenly louder voice rang in the ear again, 0138 finally came back to his senses, only feeling that he was about to break out in a cold sweat, and quickly responded tremblingly, "The host is great! I am here ! What are your orders? 0138 will definitely do his best~"

The young man's gentle eyebrows narrowed slightly, with a hint of meaning: "Honey, who were you talking to just now?"

"Say, talk, talk?! No, no, no, no! I am the host, how could your system talk to others? Hahahahaha..." 0138 quickly checked the system settings while laughing dryly. Suddenly shocked, Σ(°△°|||)︴ When was the connection between Temiao's system space and host nerves opened? !It clearly remembers being closed all the time!

"Dear, dear? Can you say it again?" It was obviously a tender and soft boyish voice, but when Mo Mo read it word by word, it actually revealed a gloomy voice.

0138 couldn't help recalling the plight of the little yellow-haired man just now, and suddenly his ass tightened, trembling, and fell silent.

As expected, the ears stopped, and Mo Mo twitched the corners of his mouth, dragged out the setting panel, and replaced the check mark in the box behind the neural connection option with a cross.It's one thing to want to play 0138's mouth, but he doesn't want to be connected to let this small system peek into his thoughts all the time.

To put it bluntly, Mo Mo didn't believe in this so-called "0138" at all, and he didn't believe it from the very beginning.

After all, whoever wakes up with no memory and a so-called "system" monster parasitic in his mind will not be foolish and completely accept it.

Facts have proved that his precautions are indeed correct.

"Who is that man?"

The immature young man was sitting by the window, his delicate profile looked quiet and beautiful, but on the docile face looking out of the window, the thin lips were tightly pressed, and the cold anger of being offended that he didn't bother to hide in his amber eyes was already there. Even the slight familiar intimacy that arose because of the stupidity of the system after a short time together disappeared after listening to the command of this strange male voice.

Ah, the host really heard it! Boss, hurry up and save it qwq!No, boss, spare me!It didn't mean to reveal his traces!

The terrified 0138 tremblingly sent a letter for help to the boss, and waited anxiously for death _(:з」∠)_.

But maybe God is reluctant to let Mo Mo clean up such a stupid system into a real brain damage. At the moment when the young man's thin lips parted slightly, a low-dumb bell rang in his ears, which was a short-lived saving of 0138. .

Mo Mo took out the vibrating mobile phone from his pocket. As expected, the word "Dad" was written on the screen of the mobile phone with cracks like spider webs.

He Zimo didn't have a mobile phone, but He Zihan had more than one.The phone in Mo Mo's hand was the one that He Zihan broke in a temper tantrum last time. Seeing that there was nothing too damaged about the phone except the screen, He Yuanqing was reluctant to throw it away, and didn't want to spend money on repairs, so he threw it directly to He Zimo.

At that time, He Zimo was holding his new mobile phone and fiddling with it over and over again. He was so excited that he didn't fall asleep all night, thinking that his father still cared about him.

Thinking of this, Mo Mo paused for a few seconds, sneered, and answered the phone.

"He Zimo, look at what you've done. I can't believe you did it." As soon as the call was connected, the middle-aged man smacked his head and face with a serious and dull reprimand like a dean, feeling as if he was heartbroken. He did some heinous deeds, "I always thought you were a sensible and filial person who cared for my brother, but I didn't expect you to have such a bad character. I'm really disappointed. I'll give you half an hour, no, 15 minutes, and give it to me immediately." I—beep beep..."

"Su, Master Host..." 0138 stared dumbfounded at the phone with the battery removed and flew into the trash can along a perfect arc, "This, this, this..."

"Don't make noise." The young man leaned back into the car seat, his delicate eyes closed slowly, and his slender eyelashes cast a thick black shadow on the skin under his eyes, covering up the sudden outburst of hostility.

Simply unreasonable, a bunch of lunatics.

He Yuanqing and his wife are, He Zihan is, He Zihan's dead mother is, even He Zimo himself is, wholeheartedly thinking that this is the sin he inherited from his mother, so he became He Zihan's slave without any resistance.

In fact, He Zihan knew in his heart, and even He Yuanqing should gradually understand later, that the death of He Zihan's mother was not at all because of He's mother's angry words, but a well-designed death situation.

Although He Yuanqing was finally made to compromise and agreed to be with him, but as an underground lover who was unexpectedly shameless, how could a young girl not be in pain?And in the lonely days when He Yuanqing was not here for a long time and only his son was with him, some drugs that could paralyze the nerves became something that He Zihan's mother gradually soaked in.

The drug addiction is getting heavier and heavier, and the drug debt is also increasing. Even the body is destroyed by drug use. The woman knows that she is not far from death.However, the woman knew in her heart that, as a university teacher, He Yuanqing, although his income was enough to feed and clothe, his savings were not much, so why would he be willing to pay off his poisonous debts for herself?What's more, just based on this person's pretended to be noble, it is very likely that he will give up on her and her child.

So a well-designed death was staged like this.He Yuanqing was asked to come over in advance, deliberately leaked the handle to He Mu, and then jumped off the window sill at the right time.

Perhaps it is better to have a daughter as a mother. Because of the shame and sadness of the woman's death, He Yuanqing no longer wants to pursue her sins during her lifetime, pay off the drug debt, and treat her son wholeheartedly.

But the price was ruining another woman and her child.How cruel and selfish.

When the woman jumped down, what was in the eyes she looked at Mother He?

Maybe she will want to say, feel free to suffer because of my death, I am waiting for you in hell.

Maybe it will be, so what if you are his wife?In the end, don't you want to raise my son for me?And your son can only be a dog under my son's feet.

The young man's delicate eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter, the wings of his nose moved slightly quickly, and crystal clear tears dripped down the corners of his eyes. He quickly stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, but it was still difficult to relieve the pain on his face.

"Host, host!"

0138 Anxious calls kept ringing in his ears, and Mo Mo also knew that his current state was very serious.

Obviously, I'm just here to save this sad young boy from the tragedy and change his fate, isn't he?Why is it infected by such heavy sadness and despair?

Mo Mo seemed to have become this little boy who was dragged into the moral quagmire, and his heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe.Everyone around is telling him, you are a sinner, you should pay your mother's debt, and who will save him...

The young man's face was covered with tears, his white forehead began to be covered with fine beads of sweat, his thin shoulders trembled slightly, and he was extremely helpless.

At this moment, a pair of wide and warm palms caressed the young man's wet face, and then slowly wrapped him in his arms.

The little lamb, who was crying helplessly, opened his eyes the moment the man touched him, and stared at him fiercely and defensively, but surprisingly, he didn't feel resistance, and didn't break free.

And the man who locked the little lamb in his arms, ignored the astonished gazes of the other people in the car, slowly lowered his head, and put a light kiss on the little lamb's forehead.

0138 looked at the man's expressionless handsome face in dismay, and shouted helplessly from the bottom of his heart: "Didn't you just keep saying that you would wait for him to attack? Now when he cries, you will come to your door, do you want to?" So considerate (ren) considerate (qi)!"