[Quick Transmigration] I cried after slag the puppy

Cheryl: "???"

Did Dad mean what she thought? She couldn't help hesitating when she stepped forward.

Fang Yu ate the fresh fish by himself, and didn't notice the performance of the two until the abdominal cramps disappeared.

"Father, how did you become like this?" Zhou Huanzhu just cried out sadly just now, but now he is crying. He can't accept that the former high-ranking king has fallen into such a state.

Fang Yu pushed away with a look of surprise, she was sure she didn't know this man, "Who are you, brother?"

Zhou Huanzhu didn't answer, followed his inner instinct, silently unloaded his schoolbag, and offered all the blood potions in it: "Father, in the future, if you are hungry, come to me to solve it, and you don't have to go find food yourself."

In Fang Yu's eyes, those blood bags were shining with a seductive light.

For example, the doormen of some stores on the corner of the street are ostentatiously waving to people passing by: little beauties and handsome guys, come and play~

The body is as honest as the mouth, tearing open the blood pack with the largest capacity and gulping it down.

Zhou Huanzhu's sanity recovered slightly, and the memory buried in the depths also revived, but he still wasn't sure, and asked tentatively, "Are you a supernatural being?"

"Well, why do you call me Dad?"

"I think the zombie gene you awakened is the purest and most powerful. It has completely inherited the bloodline of the first generation of zombies. That's why I can't help but surrender to you. My racial memory tells me that whoever is stronger is the father, regardless of gender."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhou Huanzhu, a 136th-generation zombie, the leader of the male team with a human identity. There is another guy on the set who is also a zombie. Dad will see you later."

Fang Yu also reciprocated and threw out a message: "My name is Fang Yu, and my human identity is... a former photographer, do you want to add a star friend account?"

Zhou Huanzhu took the initiative to open the social panel of Xingyou, and said solemnly: "It's a pleasure to meet Dad."

Cheryl, who accidentally served as the background board, had dull eyes and seemed to lose her highlight: "So you are all zombies?"

She remembered that Zhou Huanzhu mentioned that he was a supernatural person when filming the pilot film. The identity of a supernatural person is very revered in the society. Zhou Huanzhu attracted many fans with this setting.

"Sorry, I didn't tell you before." Fang Yu conveyed the latent apology from the original owner.

This was the first time that Cheryl felt that she didn't know enough about Fangyu, she unconsciously clenched her lips, and actually tasted a little bit of sourness.

After a long silence, the three walked together and returned to the hotel room.

There is only one hotel in the small town, and there are not many spare rooms, all of which are contracted by the studio staff.

Fang Yu naturally lives in the same room as Cheryl.

The water pressure in the hotel was unstable, and the water temperature fluctuated from hot to cold. When Cheryl came out wrapped in a bath towel, she was trembling, her nose was blue and white from the cold.

"Yuyu, let's wash it later."

Cheryl moved a small stool, and under the warm yellow light, she struggled to memorize the script. From tomorrow onwards, the whole process will be live broadcasted. There is no script for reference. She wants to try her best to perform better.

The soft back leaned against the chair, like a neglected kitten.

As if feeling depressed, she softened up, took the dry towel hanging on the hanger, put it on Cheryl's head, and rubbed it vigorously, "Don't wipe your hair after washing, do you want to catch a bad cold tomorrow?"

"Hee hee, you used to wipe it for me." Cheryl smiled and rolled her eyes, humming in comfort.

"What if I'm not by your side?" Fang Yu just answered the sentence casually.

Cheryl's body froze immediately, her eyes were sharp, and it took a long time to reply: "There is no such option, never, never will be."

Reassuring and reassuring.

After wiping his hair half dry, he got up and went out, "I'm going out for a while."

"You don't memorize your script anymore?" Fang Yu pointed and flipped through two pages of the script.

"Well, come back and see."

Fang Yu pretended to believe her words, took off his shoes and went to bed, "Come back early, I'll sleep before you arrive."

One minute after the sound of footsteps outside the door disappeared, Fang Yu walked out the door. There were not many people loitering in the hotel, and most of them stayed quietly in the room.

She saw that Cheryl went straight to the corridor of the staff room without hesitation, pushed open a door, and walked through it very quickly.

If it was an ordinary matter, Cheryl would definitely not hide it from her,

Fang Yu was really curious about what Cheryl wanted to do, so he went down to the first floor of the hotel, climbed the wall from the outside and dragged it out of the window. The sound insulation effect was so good that only faint figures could be seen.She didn't hear a word.

Seemingly the discussion was over, Cheryl stood up and walked out of the room, looking for a shade of a tree to hide her figure.

Through the street light, I saw that the person standing next to Cheryl was Xiaoxi, there was no unnecessary greetings, and the purpose was very clear.

Fang Yu followed behind and saw the two entering a hospital, and not long after, he came out with a black plastic bag in his hand.

In the dark night, the cold wind blew the plastic bag rattling, adding to the weirdness for no reason.

Xiaoxi whispered: "Sister Lily, you should pay attention to the dosage when you use it, not too much at one time."

Cheryl nodded, "I recorded everything in the phone recorder."

After witnessing the whole process, Fang Yu returned to the room first.

Obediently lay down on the bed, with arms hanging down naturally, breathing long, in a posture of sleeping for a long time.

Cheryl sat on the side of the bed, touching Fangyu's eyebrows affectionately and nostalgicly, again and again, Fangyu resisted the sound of laughing maniacally.

The consequence of this, of course, is a facial twitch.

Cheryl thought she had a nightmare, and sang softly to comfort her.

Fang Yu's eyelids became heavier and heavier, before his consciousness completely drifted away, what he thought of was that the heroine sang very well.

Cheryl touched the protruding round hole on Fangyu's arm, and kissed her face tenderly, "That's it, just keep sleeping."