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

As a matter of course, Zhou Minghui followed Zhuo Lan back to the small villa.

When the two left the research institute, Cecil and Ai Jia only had to meet each other to guess who Zhou Minghui might be from Zhuo Lan.Although not considered an enemy, Zhou Minghui's attitude of "controlling" Zhuo Lan as a matter of course made the two followers feel a little uncomfortable.

If Zhuo Lan hadn't said "It's okay, you go back", the two descendants of the blood clan would probably still want to chase them all the way into the villa.

But in the end, the two failed to follow up to "make some sabotage", and the manager Jiang Yihong also failed to enter the door.Jiang Yihong looked at his own artist whose "lover relationship" popped up in the first advertisement just after the audition, and he didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only say something meaningful: "You must have a degree in your heart."

"Don't worry..." Zhuo Lan only had time to say this before being pulled in by Zhou Minghui and closing the door in front of his manager and followers.

"..." Jiang Yihong looked at the firmly closed door and raised his eyebrows, "It seems that I will have a lot of troubles to deal with in the future."

——Putting them in like this now, should we be thankful that the security here is good, or is Zhuo Lan not popular yet?

Ai Jia stood by and said coldly: "I'll come early tomorrow morning. He said that followers can come to him in the morning."

"Although I think doing this will easily anger him..." Cecil said, "But I'll come too."

***

So early the next morning, Zhuo Lan's communicator rang.

Zhuo Lan was really sleepy, but at least he still had a bit of professional ethics. He struggled to wake up and said in a daze, "Alex... who is looking for me?"

A low-pitched male voice came out from the tiny speaker next to the bed: "Cecil is looking for you, dear master."

"Ask him what's the matter."

After a few seconds, the male voice replied: "He personally went to the XX Gufa Steamed Bun Shop in District [-] to buy breakfast for you. He is on his way to deliver it. He wants you to open the door and eat it while it's hot. So delicious."

"..." Zhuo Lan was still drowsy, but his consciousness was struggling to wake up, "Okay, let him come."

"Yes."

The male voice disappeared, the arm that had been hugging Zhuo Lan's waist moved, and warm lips were printed on the back of the blood clan's neck: "I wanted to say yesterday, does your smart butler's voice sound too much like a real man's?"

"You have to take care of this, Mr. Zhou?" Zhuo Lan replied, "You even want to eat the vinegar of the machine?"

"I always feel that this voice sounds familiar..." Zhou Minghui said, "Is it the ideal type you mentioned before, huh? You wouldn't use your ideal type to set up a smart housekeeper, would you?"

Zhuo Lan thought in his heart that you really guessed right, this is really set according to that guy.

——It is exciting to think about setting him as your servant.

——It's just that he won't come to settle accounts with himself...

The blood race thought wildly, but said: "You think too much."

"Preferably." Zhou Minghui nibbled on the back of his neck, "Cecil, is that the follower you mentioned yesterday? Why did you come to harass you so early in the morning, huh?"

Zhou Minghui's hoarse voice coaxed Zhuo Lan almost to sleep again.The blood race moved, loosened Zhou Minghui's arm and turned over, lying on his back and replied: "Now you are harassing me, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Minghui laughed lowly, leaned closer and exchanged a kiss with him, finally bit the lower lip of the blood clan, and said, "Then are you still sleeping?"

"...Get up and have breakfast first." Zhuo Lan pushed him away and sat up, "Is it easy for me to stutter?"

Zhou Minghui was lying on the bed: "I've never seen you so addicted to these things before. Waking up early just for a steamed stuffed bun is simply a fantasy."

"Then you don't know how difficult it is to eat a relatively familiar taste now." Zhuo Lan snorted, "It's not easy to find ingredients that are purely from the ancient earth, okay?"

The blood clan didn't have any strands on his body. Zhou Minghui looked at his naked back while he was talking.The man's gaze slid down along the slightly curved arc of the opponent's back, and the various marks around him made the man's eyes darker.The blood clan just stroked his blond hair at this moment, and in Zhou Minghui's eyes, it was really pretty and chic.

He leaned forward again and kissed the blood race's lower back.

Zhuo Lan turned back and pressed his head on the bed: "That's enough, I've been arguing with you all night, restrain yourself."

Zhou Minghui didn't intend to attack him again. After all, this blood clan can play the game of "Star and Gold Master" with him when he is happy, but he can do anything when he is unhappy.The night before, the blood clan was already "extremely benevolent and righteous", and Zhou Minghui was satisfied, so he didn't bother him now.

"I should call those paparazzi in the past to see if you have fulfilled your obligations as a 'lover'." Zhou Minghui saw that Zhuo Lan had really got out of bed, and sat up, "Why are you 'flattering' and accompanying me all day long?" Left and right''wash your hands to make soup'... I feel like my nanny will laugh when she sees it."

Zhuo Lan had just put on her nightgown, when she heard the words, she turned her head and looked at him: "Speaking of nanny, you don't have a nanny now, right? Now you are not a frequent visitor to Fortune magazine, Mr. Zhou, don't always act like a boss in front of me ah."

Although Zhuo Lan hasn't inquired about Zhou Minghui's specific financial situation, his own real estate can be confiscated, let alone Zhou Minghui's family business.What's more, Zhou Minghui himself said that his family is gone, so the designation is also "gone".

Zhou Minghui raised his eyebrows: "You used to spend so much money on me and took away so many resources. Now that I have no money, are you going to kick me?"

Zhuo Lan's thought of dying came up again, and he raised his chin: "That's not necessarily...it depends on your performance."

"Do you think I can't deal with you now, huh? Do you have to say something to make me angry?" Zhou Minghui smiled, and the words had a special meaning, "What do you think of me? The behavior on the bed?"

Zhuo Lan said happily: "I dare not entrust you, I should pay the debt myself."

After finishing speaking, the blood race slipped into the bathroom.Zhou Minghui stared at the closed bathroom door, and after two seconds, he raked his hair and took out his communicator.