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

Zhuo Lan came to find Zhou Minghui, feeling that he was going to do something unusual, but in fact this night was very ordinary.

It was as ordinary as any night when Zhou Minghui and Zhuo Lan were together.

Zhou Minghui and Zhuo Lan drank some wine, and after dinner, they watched a movie with Zhuo Lan.But Zhou Minghui didn't watch the whole process carefully, and dealt with work from time to time; Zhuo Lan didn't stare at it all the time, sometimes he would turn on the communicator to check, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

But when the movie has an interesting plot or a climax, they will turn their heads to watch it seriously or discuss it.

After watching the movie, Zhou Minghui was about to go to bed.As long as he is not working overtime for work, his work and rest has always been relatively regular.But anyway, Zhuo Lan came here on purpose today, so they had a chat before going to bed, mainly talking about their current career situation and future goals.

Zhou Minghui's current situation is very clear, but he believes in the point that "goals are easy to go wrong", so the future goals are not very detailed.

Zhuo Lan had no objection to this, and he was not Zhou Minghui's secretary or assistant, so there was no need to understand Zhou Minghui's every step in the future.Therefore, he only made a concluding speech: "I am optimistic about you, Mr. Zhou!"

At any rate, Zhou Minghui talked about his current situation in detail, but in the end he only got a perfunctory response from the blood race—maybe halfway through Zhou Minghui's speech, the blood race was already bored—Zhou Minghui couldn't help but pinch his chin , turned his head and looked at himself: "Just this sentence, huh? I've reported so much to you, have you listened to it?"

"No." Zhuo Lan said confidently, "I don't understand."

"Why don't you understand, are you too lazy to think about it carefully?" Zhou Minghui squinted his eyes, "So uninterested in my affairs?"

"President, I just want to have fun in the entertainment circle, and I don't want to be involved in your shopping malls." The blood race's blue eyes looked at the man, "I support you for saying so much, I only have one thought."

"what?"

"You're so tired." Zhuo Lan took the initiative to go up and bit Zhou Minghui's chin, "Mr. Zhou, although you have recovered and become a supernatural being, you still have to pay attention to your health. Your body is important."

"..." Zhou Minghui looked strange, "You remind me of a vulgar sentence from before."

"'Others only care about whether I can fly high or not, only you care about whether I am tired or not'?" Zhuo Lan said cheerfully, "Then don't you feel very touched, Mr. Zhou?"

"I just think you're going to play tricks." Zhou Minghui said, "Before you suddenly cared about me, you always had ulterior motives."

"What else can I plot against you now?" Zhuo Lan raised his eyebrows, "Besides giving me a bite, what else can you have to make me have 'ulterior motives'?"

Zhou Minghui was silent for a second, and replied, "I will have some in the future."

"...No, do you really take it seriously?" Zhuo Lan said with a smile, "Zhou Minghui, just obediently give me a mouthful of blood. You see, I've come all the way here, don't you still have to be self-respecting to doubt me?" ?”

Zhou Minghui said: "...I know it's a bit vain to say such things now, but I don't want you to travel thousands of miles to find me when I can't even afford perfume. I don't even know how to Don't give you travel expenses, I don't want to be stingy, but I don't want you to think that our relationship can be separated casually just overnight."

"Oh my god, Zhou Minghui, have you lost your ability to drink? How could you say such drunken words?" Zhuo Lan showed a surprised expression, his blue eyes widened, "You never said such things before. A confession!"

Zhou Minghui looked at him: "You should treat it as... after the round of near-death, your mental state has changed partly."

"Well... To put it bluntly, you are acting like a baby." Zhuo Lan also looked at him, "It's too foul for someone who has always been arrogant and tough to say such things."

"'foul'?"

"Well, it's super cute!" Zhuo Lan said happily, "Even if you deliberately said such weak words to me, I must say, I really like this trick!"

Zhou Minghui raised his eyebrows, but didn't speak for a while, just staring at Zhuo Lan.

Zhuo Lan reached out and hugged him before he was exposed and turned into anger, and changed the topic: "Okay, don't lose your temper at night, go to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow."

Zhou Minghui said: "I will ask for leave tomorrow."

"I'll be leaving after lunch at the latest." Zhuo Lan said, "You can go to work in the afternoon."

Zhou Minghui asked: "Are you going home, or are you going to work elsewhere? Did your assistant, and that brat, come to this planet with you?"

"I didn't come, I will go home tomorrow." Zhuo Lan said, "It's really rare, you actually took a full day off. If you don't want to go to work in the afternoon, you can miss me slowly at home."

"Youpi, you really don't care about me at all now, you don't even like to pretend to be good, huh?" Zhou Minghui said something, but he didn't really want to be serious, he asked something that he wanted to ask before , "By the way, you donated 89757 to the evacuation of M50 and haven't given an explanation for so long. Why?"

"How can there be so many reasons?" Zhuo Lan said, "I'm happy."

"Does your team have any objections?"

"Why are you asking this?"

Zhou Minghui said: "In the past, this kind of thing was done by your team. If it is the same now, it would be better for them to explain clearly. But the fact is that you have not acted until now. I have seen your team and feel that They're supposed to be professional...so, why?"

"Secret-secret." Zhuo Lan said, "Let me keep a little mystery, dear."

Zhou Minghui had a lot of things to say in his heart, but in the end he only said one sentence: "...No matter what the reason is, pay attention to safety."

"Don't worry, dear." Zhuo Lan laughed, "I may not be the strongest, but it is impossible to kill me."

Zhou Minghui didn't know the special features of the blood race in front of him. He frowned and said, "The blood race also has weaknesses. You have disclosed your identity now, so don't be careless."

"Hahaha, then I'm really looking forward to it."

Zhuo Lan laughed and fell on the man: "I want to see who can kill me."

***

The night passed.

Zhou Minghui asked for leave, but he still woke up at the old time because of his biological clock.When she opened her eyes, Zhuo Lan nestled in his arms with her back turned to him, obediently hugged by him as a pillow.However, Zhou Minghui could see that he was actually playing with the communicator from the shoulder of the blood clan.

To be precise, he was playing a game of natural reasoning.In order not to affect Zhou Minghui's sleep, Zhuo Lan didn't use glasses - otherwise it would be easy to move around - and didn't use too strong a light.He drives in 2D mode, which is very rare in this era.

When Zhuo Lan played this kind of game, his curiosity was limited, so he played slowly.Zhou Minghui opened his eyes and observed for 10 minutes. The blood race was still spinning around in the same place. He couldn't help saying: "Click on the thing on the upper right, there should be new clues."

"You observed for 10 minutes, just to tell me this?" Zhuo Lan was amused, and simply turned off the game and turned to look at him, "Get up, Mr. Zhou? Or go back to sleep again?"

"...Sleep for another half an hour." Zhou Minghui hugged him, "It's rare that I'm on vacation, I haven't had a good night's sleep for a long time."

Zhuo Lan was stuffed in his arms: "Zhou Minghui, let me turn around if you want to sleep! Then I can't do anything!"

"Sleep with me." Zhou Minghui didn't let go, just let him poke his head out to breathe, "You leave in the afternoon, and listen to me in the morning."

Zhuo Lan pulled his face: "I finally found time to come to you after the show, just to accompany you to eat, chat with you, and sleep with you, right? Professional escort?"

Zhou Minghui held his hand with his eyes closed, and kissed him: "I've been suffering from insomnia recently, and I fell asleep peacefully when you came. Let me sleep again."

"...You have really changed, you are so good at talking about love." Zhuo Lan said with a smile, "Don't tell me you haven't had a nightlife for a long time, you finally came here once, so you can sleep well, right?"

Zhou Minghui opened his eyes, met the blue eyes of the blood race, rolled over and held him down.

"'Nightlife,' or sleep quietly, pick one."

"It's morning, Mr. Zhou."

"You choose 'Morning Work'?"

"No, I choose to sleep." Zhuo Lan hugged him and closed his eyes, "You should have a good rest while my pillow is still there."

***

The morning was still ordinary, like the life when Zhou Minghui and Zhuo Lan were at home when they were resting.

It's just that at that time, the two of them were doing their own things, and they might still be in different spaces.Although the two are not necessarily doing the same thing this time, they are basically in the same space.Even, Zhuo Lan would lie on Zhou Minghui's body, and Zhou Minghui took everything without being bothered at all.

Lunch is also common.

After eating, seeing that Zhuo Lan was about to leave, Zhou Minghui went back to the bedroom.When he came out again, he took a box and handed it to Zhuo Lan: "I almost forgot, New Year's gift."

Zhuo Lan thought in his heart that it was definitely not "almost forgot", but that he didn't give it out at the beginning. He couldn't find the time later and the CEO's "shyness" made a mistake, so it has been delayed until now.

But, okay, Zhuo Lan thought it was pretty good if we didn't delay to post it later.

"What?" Zhuo Lan took it naturally.It was a velvet box about the size of a palm. If it were any other time, Zhuo Lan might have guessed that there was something like a ring inside.But now that Zhou Minghui's financial resources are (relatively) tight, Zhuo Lan felt that he would not settle for buying a ring, so he didn't think about it at all.

The Blood Race even opened it face to face, and then said "Wow".

Lying in the box was a pair of fine tie pins.The base is made of precious metal, with a pink-purple shiny pearl in the middle, surrounded by diamonds, the shape is gorgeous, and it looks very beautiful.

Zhuo Lan has always been fond of such gorgeous things.Exquisite decorations that others find difficult to match are simply incomparable items for blood clans.He took out the things and played with them in his hands: "It's so beautiful!"

Zhou Minghui sat down beside him: "Like it?"

"Of course!" Zhuo Lan wisely didn't ask the price, put it away, and then said, "But I didn't prepare anything, so I'll give you a gift when I go back?"

"No need." Zhou Minghui said, "When you wear it, just think about who gave it to you."

"Huh?" Zhuo Lan looked at him, "So simple?"

Zhou Minghui kissed the blood clan's lips and smiled lowly.

"Also, we will see each other often in the future."