Doomsday Rebirth

However, didn't he just have a wonderful opportunity today?

Yu Mao smiled, closed the door, nestled under the quilt, and took out the diary.

On the 52nd day at the base——

I became a gambler, but this feeling of dying at any moment gave me a suppressed excitement.

I'm crazy, but who cares?

But even if I die, I have to complete the task Xu He gave me first.

I don't like to owe people things, although getting something for nothing is a lifestyle I love.

Maybe I still have some residual dignity, but it's still the same sentence.

Who cares?

---Dividing line---

Xu He pushed open the door of the apartment. Lin Qing was sitting on the sofa. Hearing the sound of the door opening, the corner of his mouth was already curled up, and he said to Xu He, "I'm back."

Xu He nodded, Lin Qing stood up: "The others haven't come back yet, are you hungry, let me get you something to eat first?"

Xu He shook his head: "No need."

Lin Qing's movements stopped: "Oh, good."

"Who's here?"

"No, why do you ask that?"

Xu He looked at Linqing and frowned: "There are traces of sitting on the sofa."

"That's where I sat." Lin Qing subconsciously covered it up.

Xu He really didn't ask any more questions, Lin Qing heaved a sigh of relief.

Until the evening, Linqing found that Xu He was angry, the obvious kind of anger, from the first few words he came back to now, he didn't take the initiative to say a word to Linqing. It seemed normal, but he refused to talk to Linqing. Clear eye contact.

Linqing was a bit square, and walked around Xu He who was sitting in front of the desk several times at night, but was ignored.

"Xu He, it's time to rest."

"En." Xu He responded lightly, without moving.

Lin Qing sat on the bedside, he was a little conflicted about whether to say it or not, but it was actually not a big deal, he just didn't want Xu He to worry.

Xu He was still sitting at the table with his head bowed, Lin Qing didn't want to mention Ling's second son, just thinking about it in his mind made him feel tired.

He doesn't need his father, and he doesn't need the belated family affection mixed with interests. If it is not pure, he is willing to discard it.

"It was someone from the Ling family who came to me, claiming to be my father, and wanted me to return to the Ling family." Lin Qing spoke anyway, after all, it had been agreed a long time ago that no one would hide anything from anyone.

Xu He put down his pen and turned to look at Lin Qing, and said softly, "You should have told me."

"I was wrong, can't I?" Lin Qing begged for mercy, he hated himself being eaten to death, but he loved it so much.

Xu He slightly pursed the corner of his lower lip: "It's not suitable for you there, if you want..."

"I don't want to! I don't want or need anyone except you." Lin Qing walked over, put his arms around Xu He's neck, and leaned his face against Xu He's neck.

Xu He rubbed Lin Qing's hair, tilted his head and kissed Lin Qing's lips, pried open his lips and teeth, and suddenly picked Lin Qing up, hugged him, and then pressed him down on the bed.

He poked his fingers into Linqing's shirt, didn't speak, but his palms were hot, like a flame burning in a frozen lake.

"Xu He~don't touch~" Lin Qing lowered his voice, he didn't dare to speak loudly for fear that Han Zhi and Zhang Qi next door would hear it.

"It's okay...they can't hear."

"Really?"

"Ah."

Linqing felt relieved.

------

Zhang Qi and Han Zhi's room——

It's bound to be a sleepless night...

Zhang Qi and Han Zhi were lying on the bed in unison, staring at the ceiling.

Fuck it, the boss is mighty!

Distressed single dog.

-------------

The next day, Zhang Qi and Han Zhi went out to eat with dark circles under their eyes.

When Lin Qing saw their faces, his face turned red, he put down his meal, and without thinking about it, he strangled Xu He who was still dressed in the room and beat him up.

Xu He didn't resist at all, and had a good attitude of admitting his mistakes. After Lin Qing calmed down, he walked out of the bedroom pretending that he didn't know anything.

———Separate————

"Master, a person who calls himself 'Yu Mao' has come to visit you."

Zhong Yao paused and stroked the pen he was signing, making the originally smooth signature on the document strange and uncoordinated.

Zhong Yao frowned, then let go, and turned the document over, not wanting to see the signature.

"After disinfection, please go to the living room."

Yu Mao looked at the housekeeper who demanded to disinfect him with a look of 'Are you kidding me?': "Disinfection?"

"Yes, please follow me."

Well, it's up to you, there are always a few rich people who have a lot of things, let alone this is a very rich one.

Yu Mao endured the smell of disinfectant all over his body before he got the chance to enter the living room.

He approached the living room with steps from the corner, with his head still hanging slightly, the first thing he saw was the clean and clean floor, and the almost dust-free air in the sunlight.

It's all in vibrant and vibrant colours.

But the man on the sofa made everything quiet. In a slim black suit, the man's legs were crossed, and he leaned on the sofa carelessly. Even though he was loose, he looked like the nobleman in the oil painting, with natural arrogance and elegance .

The hands in white gloves are crossed, the eyes are closed, the black slightly long hair is neat and slightly fluffy, the skin is as white as porcelain, and the light-colored lips are lined with just the right bright color.

Yu Mao subconsciously stared at the man.

But the man suddenly opened his eyes, the direct impact made Yu Mao's body stunned, dark red eyes!

That red to black color, under the flow of light, has the strangeness of demons and goblins. Almost all the aggressiveness is hidden in this pair of eyes, wild and killing, conquering and threatening...

"Yu Mao?" The man's posture remained unchanged, and his voice was slightly clear and cool.

Yu Mao smiled: "Yes."

The man straightened up elegantly and noblely, and stretched out his hand: "Hello."

Yu Mao was wearing casual attire, and he was a bit out of tune with the rigorous and luxuriously dressed man across from him.

Yu Mao calmly shook Zhong Yao back.

Tacitly touch and share.

Zhong Yao sat down: "Please sit down."

Then Yu Mao saw the man on the opposite side tear off the gloves slowly and naturally, and the gloves without a trace of dust were thrown into the trash bin in an instant.

Zhong Yao took out a pair of brand new gloves, slowly put them back on his hands, smoothed out every wrinkle, and explained with a 'show mercy' look: "Forgive me, I feel a little dirty."

Damn mental retardation...

Yu Mao nodded with a smile: "I understand." Then he took out from his pocket the toilet paper that had been crumpled into a rag that he planned to use when he planned to get a bigger size, and wiped all ten of his fingers carefully: " Sorry, I also feel a little unclean."

Then throw the paper ball into the trash can too.

Yu Mao gave himself full marks for this pretense.

Zhong Yao raised his head and stared at Yu Mao, and Yu Mao looked back with a stern neck, losing is not losing, the plan cannot keep up with the changes, but as long as the task is not messed up, other things will be discussed first.

Zhong Yao slowly raised the corner of his mouth: "You are very interesting."

Yu Mao nodded: "You also successfully aroused my interest."

A sentence from the domineering president's literature.

Zhong Yao was quiet for a moment, then turned his head: "Poof——"

Yu Mao didn't feel embarrassed in the slightest, he straightened his back, and his appearance was completely incompatible with those who were humbled in order to survive before.

His eyes are still clear, and the lingering stubbornness and ruffian logic in his bones have not changed.

Zhong Yao regained his expression, it was really that Yu Mao, he hadn't changed at all.

The unchanged Yu Mao made Zhong Yao feel relieved.

"I wonder what Mr. Yu is doing here?"

"I came here on behalf of Xu He's team. I will understand and take care of all research and cooperation matters on his behalf."

Zhong Yao nodded: "No problem."

This Xu He had already told him in advance.

Yu Mao smiled a lot, showing a bit of anger: "So for the sake of convenience, I decided to stay at Zhong's house, I think you won't mind."

Zhong Yao was stunned for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "Yes, the guest room can be ready immediately."

"But there is a condition—" Zhong Yao elongated his voice slightly.

"What condition?" Yu Mao looked over.

"Although my house is big, there are only servants who clean it every day, because I hate them coming in and out frequently. I'm afraid my housekeeper will be too busy, so please support yourself and help him share some of the work." Zhong Yao said slowly.

Yu Mao felt something was wrong, wait a minute, what he meant was that he wanted to live in Zhong's laboratory, not this big house that was terribly clean.

However, Zhong Yao had already stood up, and there was a subtle pleasure in his clear and cool voice: "There must be nothing else, you can go back and tidy up."

Yu Mao opened his mouth, thinking about the paralyzed people in the laboratory and the metal walls, he swallowed the words silently.

Later, Yu Mao was so regretful that his intestines were green, the angel with a paralyzed face and the smiling devil, a fool chose the devil.