What should I do if the seven veterans are revived at the same time?

Zhou Minghui glanced at the robot and squinted his eyes, but this time he didn't say anything.

Zhuo Lan glanced at it, and suddenly remembered the business: "Speaking of which, what have you been doing recently? Can you tell me?"

"It's nothing inconvenient." Zhou Minghui said, "I'm taking a financial-related online class, and the total duration is two months. I'm still analyzing the careers I'm interested in in this era, and I have already decided on a few intentions. We will start working in one of these directions."

"...you are really a person with plans and action." Zhuo Lan sighed, "I just want to eat and die. Ah, my castle, my heart is bleeding..."

"I will try my best to let you live this kind of life again." Zhou Minghui tilted his head and pinched his face, "But for a short time, you have to be patient for a while. The career I am currently looking at has not yet involved In the entertainment industry, we have to find a way to cross borders later..."

Zhuo Lan thought to himself, isn't this just right, the farther you are from me, the less you can control me.But he knew exactly what Zhou Minghui wanted to hear, so he said, "Okay, Mr. Zhou, then I can only wait for you to become famous."

"This is hundreds of years later, and the knowledge in my head is old-fashioned to people today." Zhou Minghui looked into the blue eyes of the blood clan, "Do you still believe that I can succeed?"

Without even thinking about it, Zhuo Lan opened her mouth to speak sweetly: "Isn't that nonsense? I never doubted your ability. As long as you want to do it, there is nothing you can't succeed in."

Zhou Minghui knew that these words were deceitful, but he was still "sniped by orientation", grabbed the back of Zhuo Lan's hand and kissed: "Okay. Then you wait, even if you can't earn resources for you in the future, I will give you pocket money Money is still available."

Zhuo Lan was noncommittal, but said: "The rose perfume I sprayed yesterday is no less expensive than your five thousand dollars an ounce."

Zhou Minghui smiled, didn't say anything else, just replied like a promise: "Don't worry, you will have what you want."

***

Zhou Minghui came suddenly and left quickly. Members of the 777 Institute of Paleoanthropology arranged for him a seat at a business reception through personal relationships.Zhou Minghui wanted to take a look, so he left on time.

As he was leaving, Cecil came to the door with rose garden materials and experts.The two collided head-on, Cecil with the poisonous tongue was the first to attack: "Why, are you trying to catch the heat again?"

Although Zhou Minghui didn't like this gorgeous follower, he wouldn't change his face on the spot just because of such a sentence.And when it comes to being rude with your mouth, Zhou Minghui also does his part.

"It's just someone who met me." Zhou Minghui raised his eyebrows and replied lightly, "The rose perfume is okay, but the smell is a bit strong. I asked him to wash it off."

Cecil, who is in charge of the "tribute" roses and rose perfume: "..."

But before Cecil could think of the next sentence, Zhou Minghui had already left.He also nodded and greeted the rose garden staff leisurely, which made Cecil really angry.

He held back the fire until he brought all the people from the rose garden into the back garden, arranged for them to start their homework, and then ran to Zhuo Lan to "complain".

"What happened to that ancient human?!" Cecil didn't care about the relationship between Zhou Minghui and Zhuo Lan, "What does he think of you? Why do you keep coming and going like this?"

"What do you care about him?" Zhuo Lan chuckled, "I feel relaxed when he walks so simply, otherwise I would be annoyed by meddling."

Cecil dissatisfied: "You don't spend his money now, why do you let him take care of it? If you want me to say, don't let him in, can't you lock him out?"

Zhuo Lan was funny, and teased Cecil: "Then you spent so much money on me, do you want to control me?"

"..." Cecil didn't know where he was thinking, and his cheeks suddenly turned red, "You, if you want, you can..."

Zhuo Lan stared at him with blue eyes, and smiled slightly: "Why are you shy? What do you want to do with me?"

"Uh..." Cecil rolled his eyes.

"It's really interesting. Why are you still shy when you talk about such a topic when you can clearly say what you were raised in the past?" Zhuo Lan approached him intentionally, and stretched out his fingers to swipe across his face, "Or, are you already Imagine being treated like this by me... or being treated like this by me?"

Cecil couldn't hide, so he decided not to hide. He grabbed Zhuo Lan's hands and put them in his own, and pressed his forehead against his forehead: "I can do it!"

Zhuo Lan laughed loudly: "Wonderful idea, chicken coop warning!"

"what?"

"It's nothing." Zhuo Lan had had enough of playing, she pulled her hand away and turned to go upstairs, "I'm going to change clothes, it's up to you. Alex, help me choose a suit."

Alex's voice came from the invisible speaker: "Okay, dear master."

Cecil watched the blood race go upstairs, remembering the marks under the collar when he just approached... squinted his eyes.