After I became a sperm, the whole world fell in love with me

Gu Yuzhou urgently recruited a military aircraft, went back to Capital Star to buy ice cream, and flew back overnight.

Recently, when the air traffic control was reporting to the police, he was too embarrassed to say it, so he could only vaguely say that it was transporting supplies.

Twenty minutes later, the "supplies" were finally transported back to the military area, and he delivered the ice cream to Feng Che's room non-stop.

"Boss, four flavors, freshly made, not melted at all."

Feng Che took it over with an indifferent expression: "Yes."

Gu Yuzhou looked at him tentatively: "Boss...are you eating it yourself?"

"..."

"How can I eat this kind of thing?"

Feeling the boss looking at him like a fool, Gu Yuzhou breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, his boss was not dropped!

"Ahaha, so it's for him, okay, boss, I'm leaving." Gu Yuzhou waved his hand.

"Hey wait, boss!"

Feng Che paused his hands as he was about to close the door, his eyes were cold: "Is there anything else?"

Gu Yuzhou winked at him: "Don't always be cold-faced towards others, you have to be sweet-mouthed, do you understand sweet-mouthed? Otherwise, a hundred ice creams won't be enough."

He chuckled and winked very gossipingly.

Feng Che's Adam's apple moved, and he uttered a word: "Get lost."

"Come on!" Gu Yuzhou ran away in a hurry.

Feng Che closed the door, turned around, walked to the bedroom door, and knocked lightly.

"it's me."

There is no sound inside.

He kept tapping.

"Don't you want ice cream?"

However, after waiting for a long time, there was still no movement inside.

Really fell asleep?

Feng Che entered the fingerprint password, and the door opened with a click.

The young man slept carelessly on the bed, occupying the entire bed by himself, the quilt was pressed under his body, and the pillow fell to the ground.

Under the warm light, the milky-white skin is like satin, without a trace of blemish, and even the blue-purple blood vessels are clearly visible.

Feng Che stepped lightly and helped him cover the quilt.

His fingers suddenly touched the milky white skin, and a hot breath came through the fingertips, and Feng Che paused.

He reached out and touched Ji Weiran's forehead, and the scorching heat spread to his palm.

He even had a fever.

Are you freaking out today?

Feng Che pressed his thin lips tightly, before he had time to think about it, he immediately took out the communicator and contacted Su Nuo.

·

"It's not a big problem, maybe he caught a cold, and he was a little scared today. I gave him a fever-reducing injection, and he should be fine after a night of sleep," Su Nuo said.

Feng Che stared fixedly at the person on the bed, Ji Weiran didn't sleep soundly, and often had signs of nightmares, sobbing from time to time.

Feng Che suddenly recalled the scenes in the secret room, and that indescribable strange emotion swept over again.

He was careless and didn't take him for an examination in time after he came out.

"Are you worried?" Su Nuo asked him with a chuckle.

Feng Che came back to his senses, are you worried?

He frowned.

Few people will ask him how he feels in his heart. They will only praise him very close at the right or inappropriate time, or because of flattery, or because of fear, or just treat him as a weapon without emotion, Guard this planet that was born not too long ago but is extremely rich.

In fact, he did so. It seemed that he hadn't thought about anything other than fighting for a long time.

Feng Che lost his mother when he was very young, and he even has a vague memory of his mother. In his opinion, "mother" is just a noun, a person he will never have again.

He grew up eating all kinds of food in the compound. When he was a child, his personality was not much different from his peers. After all, no one is born as a killing machine.

I still remember one time when my father went out to fight and did not come back for three whole months. What he was most used to doing every day was to lie on the iron fence of the compound and look at the starry sky, guessing which planet his father would be on.

However, when he finally hoped for his father's triumphant return and expressed his worries excitedly, what he got in return was scolding and punishment.

The future guardian of the empire should not have any worries in his heart.

His father taught him this lesson thoroughly with his own actions. During that seemingly normal battle, Feng Changlin completely disappeared and was never heard from again.

Until later, people around him left one after another, and some of them were even personally...

It was as if he was born with a curse, forcing him to throw away all the feelings in his heart.

"No." Feng Che said in a cold voice, "You think too much."

Su Nuo looked at him quietly for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I'm overthinking, go to rest early, you just recovered your mental strength recently, and you're not stable yet."

"It's okay." After Feng Che finished speaking, he turned and walked out without looking at the person on the bed.

Su Nuo withdrew his gaze and looked at Ji Weiran with complicated eyes.

After a while, he took out the communicator and contacted the other party again: "Teacher, do you have time?"

·

early morning.

The window was misty, the last star disappeared, and the dawn swayed the night and poured down from the thin clouds.

Feng Che sat in the study all night, he pressed his sore eye sockets.

The hour hand points to six o'clock.

Before Su Nuo left last night, he told him to check to see if Ji Weiran's fever had subsided. It has been three hours since Su Nuo left.

Feng Che got up, walked to the bedroom door, and pushed the door open.

The person on the bed still showed no sign of waking up, and seemed to be in a deep sleep.

However, his complexion was unusually rosy, and Feng Che felt that he could feel the heat blowing towards his face.

No, the fever hasn't subsided yet?

Feng Che's gaze sank, and he pushed Ji Weiran: "Wake up."

The young man was breathing slightly heavily, his beautiful and delicate face seemed to be still stained with tears, his mouth was lightly pressed together, as if he had been wronged, but he sensibly endured it.

There was a dull pain in Feng Che's heart.

He didn't have time to think about why, but his body soon gave him the answer.

The mental power in his body fluctuated again, which was different from the previous feeling. He instinctively felt that this seemed to be related to the boy in front of him.

Ji Weiran snorted heavily, and slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the handsome man in front of him, and was in a daze for a moment. The man was well-defined, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, and the silver-gray eyes seemed to reflect the Milky Way, very bright.

He heard the man call his name, the voice was like a snowflake, gently falling on his heart: "Ji Weiran."

The fog in front of him gradually receded, and Ji Weiran stared at him blankly.

"You still have a fever, I called Su Nuo to accompany you—"

"Brother Feng, I'm hot."

Feng Che's voice paused. Hearing his soft tone, he suddenly couldn't speak the following words.

Ji Weiran took his hand, the icy cold feeling was very comfortable, and he couldn't help but put his face on it.

Feng Che's palm was very wide, and he could almost wrap his face with one hand. The delicate touch lingered around his fingertips, and the spiritual power in his body fluctuated more cheerfully.

That does not work.Feng Che thought seriously, and pulled his hands back.

"You're going to bully me again." Ji Weiran pursed his lips, his eyes suddenly turned red.

He felt very tired physically, and he couldn't even tell whether it was a dream or reality. The grievances of the past few days came to his mind, he didn't want to take care of any tasks, he just wanted to be self-willed.

……never mind.

Feng Che stopped struggling, and took the initiative to bring his hand closer: "Is this better?"

The other hand was tightly clenched into a fist, restraining the noisy and manic mental power in his body.

"En." Ji Weiran responded softly, the feeling of peace flooded into his heart again, and his eyelids closed together sleepily.

Not long after, Su Nuo came over and gave him another antipyretic injection, and added a nutritional supplement by the way.

He frowned and said, "Why is he so weak? Has he had any serious illnesses?"

Feng Che frowned: "Is it serious?"

Su Nuo thought for a while, "If it's normal, it's not serious, but once the body's immunity is destroyed, it will easily cause a series of other diseases, such as the high fever like now."

"And the antidote level in his body is very unstable, do you feel it?"

Feng Che nodded.

It turned out that this was the case, and the situation just now made sense.

Su Nuo waited until his fever subsided before leaving.

Feng Che looked at the sleeping person on the bed, made sure that there would be no more accidents for him now, got up and walked out.

·

When Ji Weiran woke up again, the fever had completely subsided, and his vision was clear.

He stretched himself, but he was still a little tired. He didn't want to move, but he was a little hungry.

At this moment, Feng Che pushed the door open and walked in.

"Is it better?" came the man's clear voice.

"……Um."

Feng Che touched his forehead to make sure he didn't have a fever, and his hanging heart was finally relieved.

"Would you like something to eat?" He said calmly.

Ji Weiran's heart moved, he swallowed his saliva, and began to report the name of the dish: "Spicy crayfish husband and wife lung slices fish-flavored shredded pork tenderloin with double pepper..."

"Well, let's start with these!"

Feng Che raised his eyelids and gave him a cold look: "No."

Turn around and leave.

Ji Weiran:?

Just gone?

Hey, it's still negotiable!Just turn around and walk away!

Ji Weiran was a little depressed.

He remembered to find something to eat by himself, but his body seemed to be disobedient, and he had no strength at all.

After repeating it several times, Ji Weiran collapsed on the bed, not wanting to struggle anymore.

He pressed his growling stomach, unknowingly recalling what happened in the past few days in his mind, and suddenly, a small chip fell out of his pocket.

Ji Weiran paused, picked it up and looked at it, and an inexplicable sense of fear crawled up from behind.

What apology, what guilt, what can't bear...

Feng Che can play him around like a pawn, does he care about the pawn's feelings?

He was really out of his mind to think that Feng Che's attitude towards him was different.

He even suspected that Feng Che's so many inexplicable actions were because he had a crush on him.

How can it be!

In the original book, it was because of a chip that Feng Che caught the villain's important handle and uncovered the spies hiding in the military area.

The spy was an unknown cannon fodder who died shortly after the interrogation.

Although this chip is not necessarily the one in the book, isn't this also Feng Che's trap for real spies?

If the secret was really lost, and the spy successfully framed him, and the chip was on him, how many mouths would he have to say it clearly?Can Feng Che ruin the whole game just because of him, a small pawn?

He is not going to be an ant to be trampled on, maybe in order to win the trust of the spies, he is really executed.

Ji Weiran gritted his teeth, strong, really too strong!

As expected of the protagonist Gong!

At this moment, the bedroom door was opened, and Feng Che left and returned.

Ji Weiran quickly adjusted his expression and suppressed his thoughts.

Do you want to play, who can't do it anymore!

He looked at Feng Che coldly: "Don't you ignore me, I—"

"You can drink this soup." Feng Che sat by the bed and handed over the porcelain bowl in his hand.

poisonous.

Ji Weiran's first reaction was that the soup was poisonous.

A dog man must not be so kind.

"I don't want to drink it." Ji Weiran sniffed the fragrance and swallowed her saliva abruptly.

Feng Che could feel his anger, thinking that he hadn't eaten what he wanted, and said, "Su Nuo said that you want to eat something lighter now, and you can eat whatever you want when you recover from your illness."

"Then you feed me."

Well, let's see how long you can play.Ji Weiran thought secretly.

Feng Che glanced at him indifferently, then slowly turned the spoon, filled a small spoonful, and handed it to his mouth.

"..."

Really poisonous!

Ji Weiran gritted his teeth in his heart, but remained calm on his face.

He blinked his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up in a soft arc, and he said coquettishly: "Brother Feng, please help me taste whether it is hot or not."

However, the man actually followed suit, took a sip, and replied, "It's not hot."

Feng Che didn't seem to be bored at all, took another spoonful and handed it to his mouth again: "Open your mouth."

Ji Weiran stared at him blankly, and unconsciously opened his mouth.

Take a sip.

The aroma of chicken soup fills the whole mouth.

Then he saw Feng Che stretch out his hand, gently press his fingertips on his lips, and wipe the corners of his mouth for him.

Ji Weiran suddenly didn't understand him a little bit.